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[Oct. 9th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
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Listening to Broadway tunes gives me unrealistic expectations about love and life. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2009|12:58 pm] |
When I say that someone is not nice, it could mean one of two things:
1. You are not Nice. That is, you're not made of sugar and spice and ponies prancing on fluffy clouds- politically correct, unwilling to say anything that isn't encouraging and uplifting. That's okay, few people are, and they're usually not all that interesting.
2. You are not a nice person. That is, you don't even meet the (rather low) threshold of an ordinary, decent human being. Basically, I can't trust or respect you. And that's bad, but maybe not to you because you probably don't want my trust or respect in the first place. Or perhaps you do want respect, but the sort of respect you accord to people you envy, not the sort of respect that innate morality commands. That's sad.
Most people fall between the two levels of Niceness described here. What about you! |
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| Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars. |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|05:37 pm] |
Here's an illustration.
Scene: Joash's living room. Cell group, on a Sunday afternoon after service.
Dramatis personae: Sarah, Joash, 3 other girls and 2 other guys.
Act I. Joash is inviting all present to his upcoming birthday party.
Joash: Oh yeah guys, all of you are invited to my birthday party on xxx.
Sarah: Really! It's your 21st right? Must celebrate properly! What's the theme going to be? Do you want us to be colour-coordinated? How will you decorate?? SO EXCITING!!!!
Silence.
Joash: THERE'S GOING TO BE A 6-FOOT SUB!
Male ensemble: YEAH!!!!!!
Girls: ....
curtain.
Hah, yeah, case closed. |
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| broken dreams litter a neverending boulevard (and my money flies away) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|12:44 pm] |
我的國語又變差了。。。太可惜。
Also, I have nothing to say- except that September is an evil month and people should stop having so much sex in December/January. I don't care if it Is the holiday period, your September-born bundles of joy are cruelly draining my already shrunken purse of its very essence, look how pitifully gaunt its cheeks are!
That said, hours spent trawling various fashion blogs have half-inspired me to set one up myself, except 1. I feel weird and narcissistic taking pictures of myself (I know the point is the clothes, but it still feels weird!!) 2. I don't have enough shoes 3. or bags 4. My wardrobe is about 2.5 cubic metres so all my clothes are squashed and crumply and 5. I'd be too lazy to update it regularly. So... I guess not. Yeah, this paragraph is a total non sequitur, ok wadeva~~
SIAN.
The anthem of my life is Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Ok just kidding, it isn't, I was just quoting a friend of mine.
Ooh yeah, I had an interesting encounter yesterday in Wisma. Plus I went shopping (for other people. but still!), went to see S in Sephora and dined with A, all of which added some colour to my otherwise dreadfully dull life. Oh well, dull is better than dramatic, I always say.
And one more thing- I am Soo excited about going to Antwerp on exchange :) but more on that later!! |
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[Sep. 19th, 2009|11:49 am] |
M: ?
M: ???
M: ?????
M: what comes next?
M: ???????
M: or
J: ah!
J: an iq test
M: ??????????
M: or
M: it's impossible to tell
J: i dont konw
J: the first one
J: seems like a logically possible answer
M: is that your final answer
M: okay
M: the answer is
J: but from the perspective of you
M: DANANANANANANA
J: setting this question
M: C!!!!!!
J: its the last one
J: i told you
M: sorry, too late |
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| I serve a Servant King |
[Aug. 5th, 2009|11:38 am] |
"For this is what it means to be a King: to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat, and when there's hunger in the land (as must be now and then in bad years), to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land."
-- King Lune, C.S. Lewis' The Horse and His Boy. |
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| 好難 |
[Jul. 30th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
我終於回家了。
跟大家告別真的令我十分難過。我（幾乎）最後的回憶就是青少年們從教會外面向我們漸漸消失的車子依依不捨地揮手，而慧琌在我的旁邊哭著不停。。。
但是著只是我們友情地開始，絕對不是結束；我們很快就要回來了！
我心上有太多要說的話，在這裡肯定無法說完。我只想感謝上帝給我這一個機會認識他家庭的這一個完美的部分，在我心中留下了深刻的印象。 |
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| I'm starting with the man in the mirror: |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|02:41 am] |
Yesterday, by which I mean Thursday, I did the following:
1. Moonwalked around my house
2. Had an animated discussion with my cousin S about our shared love for Michael Jackson
3. Dreamt of MJ songs
Today, I woke up to the news, and the world as I knew it shattered. |
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| a mirthfully senseless conversation |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|10:30 am] |
I think that maybe I should explain the last 2 posts.
me: im so confused
me: ok. nvm.
b: complexities of life
b: none can fathom
me: isnt that a song.
b: yup
b: it's complexities of life
me: ohh
b: by the unfathomables
me: by 5566!
me: oh.
me: nooo
b: WHAT 5566
b: HHAHAHA
me: hahhaahhahha just saying
me: noo, the none can fathom
me: line
b: really
me: its some christian song
me: right?
b: is it?
b: i think its in my subconscious somewhere
b: might have heard it in a sermon
me: ok, whatever. it's 3 words
me: what are the chances it isnt in a song
me: maybe if the 3 words were
me: heavily anorexic xylophone
me: chances wld be somewhat slimmer
b: OH.
b: indescribable
b: by chris tomlin
b: HAHAHHA
me: ohhhh youre right!
b: i shall try anyway
me: none can fathom
me: INDESCRIBABLE
me: UNCONTAINABLE
b: i just googled duh.
b: Your search - "heavily anorexic xylophone" lyrics - did not match any documents.
Suggestions:
* Make sure all words are spelled correctly.
* Try different keywords.
* Try more general keywords.
* Try fewer keywords.
me: heeheeeheeehe
me: hahahaha
me: ohhhh
me: lets try
me: sth
me: i'll blog that
me: and then we search
me: and see if it turns up
b: OKAY
b: hahha
me: hahahaha im so pleased with myself
b: eh brb i have to bathe
me: youre abandoning the great experiment
b: im postponing it
b: HOLD ON
me: hahahahaha ogay
me: k i posted it alr
b: eh
b: don't have
me: really.....
me: maybe it takes a while
About an hour later:
me: HARROOO
me: hey are you there
me: it worked it worked!!!!!!!
b: omg
b: you are too bored
b: haha
me: i just tried lor
me: im too awesome
b: hahaha
b: i try
b: HHEHEHEHE
me: hahahahahahaha
me: heehehehehheehe
b: eh you must remember to explain your blog entry
me: im so plizzed
me: k i will
me: when im not too lazy |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|07:59 pm] |
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"heavily anorexic xylophone" lyrics |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|07:46 pm] |
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heavily anorexic xylophone |
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| wah wah wah wah wonder |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|03:15 am] |
I'm up reading old blog entries. I did the same yesterday too, and stayed up till 4. There goes my Valiant Quest for Perfect Skin.
I love re-reading journal entries. It brings back a whole barrage of memories; people, events, they all just come flooding back to the mind's eye. The memories are so sweetly fond, I feel like re-establishing contact with all those old friends mentioned in my blog. Over the past 2 nights, I've relived every year of my teenhood (is there such a word? My brain is moving very slowly now); I've even laughed out loud at some points. What a nasty little beast I was! Things got better though- I was even rather mature for my age, at some points of my life (: not now I guess, everyone else has had plenty of time to catch up. Ha! Ha!
I realise that, of all the years I've been blogging (albeit irregularly), I most prefer my writing style in J2. It must be all that history and lit inspiring me to greater heights, eh? Don't get me wrong, law is a great subject and all, but it really does nothing for your recreational writing skills.
We brought my dad's PRC colleague's family out for dinner tonight. My dad wanted to give them a taste of great local food, so we brought them on a true blue Singaporean guzzlefest. The night started with frog porridge and barley water at Lorong 9, followed by roadside D24 durian and mangosteen (the king and queen of fruit) and ended with chicken rice, omelette, mixed veg & tofu and sweet&sour pork at Beach Road. Everything was marvellous and larger than life, much like our stomachs by 10 pm- by my 2nd bowl of chicken rice, my mouth was just on autopilot, I wasn't even thinking about the taste anymore. Have you ever had that feeling, when you just have had so much to eat you can't enjoy the food anymore? I told Tasha that, given the consequent state of our tummies, she'd have to continually fling hers around to keep it out of the way at dance rehearsal tomorrow. That sounds supremely attractive huh, don't worry it's better than it sounds.
Okay, the night is old and my eyebags are growing, the bed beckons. Bye. |
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| because I was in the area and curiosity got the better of me, |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|02:41 am] |
I visited our new church building this afternoon.
It's amazing, how starkly different it is from our old church. The sweet homely feeling is gone, along with the ancient playground and gigantic trees, all still fresh in my memory. Our old, two-and-a-half storey building (complete with a steeple-like roof!) has been replaced with a spanking new glass-wood-and-metal structure, devoid of the lush greenery that used to characterize Bartley. It really isn't bad though, I wasn't overcome by any this is awful, I want our old building back feeling, just felt sort of nostalgic and awed and sad but glad that we've been blessed with such a lovely new home. It was new, yet familiar, sort of.
Wawawa now I'm starting to miss the old building. Understandable lah, I practically grew up there and it holds countless memories for me. My parents met there when they were in their late teens/early adulthood, you know. I'm of old church lineage, har har har. I must say though, I'm pretty excited about the new building, it really is quite cool. No more parking nightmares! No more overcrowding (I hope)!! Enough space to hold only one service every week (for now)!!!
Aiya, it's nearly 3 am and I really should sleep. Reminder to self: a pot of tea at midnight is never a good idea unless you're pulling an all-nighter. Zzzzz. Staying up alone at night makes me think a lot about people and things and Life. It makes me emo, which I do not like. It also makes me ramble, which no-one reading this likes, so bye. |
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| fun sunday |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|12:11 pm] |
S, B and I had an AUSTIN POWERS MARATHON yesterday. All 3 in one afternoon!! Paprika's sweetness helped S overcome her fear of dogs; unfortunately, it also made B develop one.
Yummy dinner and supper/dessert (5 star chicken rice and Geylang tau huey), pictures will be on facebook soon. Too bad T wasn't there, I'll be tagging her anyway. |
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| TSMB |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|10:26 am] |
So yesterday was our last day of work, at least for now. It was a slowwwww day for work, at least for B and I. In fact, we didn't have any. There was a point in the day when I announced excitedly that I could hear myself blink, and we heard one another blink, and I made him try and guess the rhythm that I was blinking just by listening to it (it was Nobody by Wonder Girls, but he didn't guess it. Stupid).
To celebrate our last day (or mourn, because we had fun working together) T,S, B and I (I realise that our initials together spell TSMB. B, I'm going to call you P from now on.) embarked on The Night of Adventure that Would Never End.
It was very much fun, and I enjoyed myself greatly. I love S very much, but I must say I have even more fun around her when she's tipsy- and you must believe me, that's a Lot of fun. HMMMM, STAIRS.
Also, it was my first time on the Flyer!!! There's a $10 student promotion, GOGOGOGONOW. We got our own carriage (does everyone? I guess so right) and alternated between running around like excited primary school children and stoning out on the benches. If I hadn't known us, I would have hated us. The view at the top was guhhhhreat, I must say. Very Taipei 101, just without the fast elevator.
However, I was a little disappointed in the others for tiring so easily. The Night of Adventure that Would Never End ended around 2, culminating in Blk 85 Bak Chor Mee. As I said sulkily to B in the cab, we could have been on our way to Sentosa instead of home had we not allowed that monster called Tiredness weigh us down. Yes, we are getting old- gone are the days of dancing till 4.30 and staying out till 6. By 1 am, in fact, B and S began rolling around and complaining that their respective bedtimes were long over. Guys, it's a rule that Friday Night Bedtimes are always 6-8 hours later than any other day's!!! but I guess I shall forgive you and look forward to our next meeting. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2009|10:34 pm] |
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If someone could show me how to respectfully convince a brilliant, stubborn, obnoxious old man that physical provision doesn't automatically translate to joy and gratitude, that love can be a reality and not merely a foolish concept, I will be eternally grateful. |
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| it's 3 and I should be asleep, but... |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|02:49 am] |
I need to tell you about the nastiness I beheld at Raffles Place MRT today.
So B, S and I left the office at 5.30 and made our way to the MRT station because, well, we didn't have lovers waiting in our office lobby for us like T did. I don't even know what we were laughing about all the way down the escalators, oh I think we were dancing to the Wondergirls or something, ok that isn't the point here.
The point is, in front of us on the escalator was a couple. The girl was in a white dress, the guy wasn't, I don't remember what he wore. They were pretty touchy-feely lovey dovey, which caught our attention, and then we saw something else, and were riveted.
Have you ever draped yourself in clingwrap and then stood in front of the mirror? If you haven't (what are the chances right), just imagine it. Imagine what you would see if you looked in that mirror. Ok, fine, with underwear on as well, but under the clingwrap. Yeah, hold that image in your head, because that is pretty much what we saw on the girl. Her dress was a gauzy summer number that was probably made of leftover material from a blushing bride's veil, we could see the pattern and colour of her thong/super wedgied panties (it was either). FML. Ok well, FHL I guess. Whatever.
Lesson: always check the translucency of your clothes before leaving the home, even if you're late for work. A good way is to stand before a mirror (for those of you don't know what this is, it's a highly reflective surface) and check to see if you can identify details of your underwear through your clothes. I mean, if you're going to put on show for the entire business district what only your nearest and dearest has ever seen, at least make sure you do it intentionally, no?
Ahh, I don't understand Singaporeans sometimes, though I'm one myself. |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|12:15 am] |
I'm interning at a certain law firm whose elderly female founder was recently propelled into the limelight. I share a tiny office space and its ancient malfunctioning computer with B, we'll be bumping elbows and getting on each other's nerves for the next two weeks or so.
Today, we drafted a document and I formatted it on that antique, barely evolved typewriter which I suppose was once cutting-edge technology. As formatting doesn't take much brainwork, B and I chatted a bit as I moved paragraphs around and he doodled on a notepad. Somehow, the conversation drifted to the cast of Growing Up, and B scrawled all their names on the notepad- Andrew Seow, Steven Lim, Lim Kay Tong etc.
About 10 minutes later, B went to the bathroom. While he was away, one of the young lawyers came in to give us a task, the instructions for which I took down on the same notepad that had the cast of Growing Up scribbled all over it. I write at a right angle to my body, so the notepad faced the lawyer, and well, I'm pretty sure that he caught a glimpse of all the doodles that were already on it =_= Gawd, he must think I'm some retard, guess that's one firm that won't want to hire me :( |
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| YEAR 2 LAW STUDENTS STUDYING FOR PUBLIC LAW, |
[May. 3rd, 2009|05:50 pm] |
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read this. I am re-activating facebook just for this.
Jonny found this on pg 910 of Tan & Thio.
Re Tan Boon Liat, per Abdoolcader J:
"The case of Israil Khan v State of Assam pertained to the prevention of opium smuggling. The petitioner in that case, Israil Khan, a delightfully incongruous formation of a name remarkably suggestive of a Semitic and Saracen admixture and an ideal solution to the Middle East conflict who incidentally bears the singularly unique alias of Babua, was ordered to be externed from the Province of Assam for a period of three years under the Assam Opium Prohibition Act 1947 on the ground that..." (emphasis added)
I think this made my week. |
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