Insipid.

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54905732012-01-21T08:25:55.915-08:00Insipid.don't look now- it's superman.Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16600771079967152114noreply@blogger.comBlogger1731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490573.post-56471617189675305542008-08-15T07:13:00.000-07:002008-08-15T08:05:40.590-07:00

Matters of the long-lost heartHow do you say no?- extract from Passion and Purity, Elizabeth Eliot at 185-186"At a singles conference in the Northwest last month I was handed a blue slip of paper that said, 'How do you tell a guy/girl no? How do you keep a safe distance? I smiled inside, thinking of how simple the answer is. You can do it in 2 ways: the English language and body language. You say

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Why?"Tell me, Father, why is there so much pain and darkness in my soul? Sometimes I find myself saying 'I can't bear it any longer' with the same breath I say 'I am sorry, do with me what you wish.' As she struggled to continue surrendering to the pervading darkness within her, she had to repeatedly affirm her resolve to move along the way He was tracing for her. Thus the battle continued

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Time to let go...

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Praying for timeThese are the days of the open handThey will not be the lastLook around nowThese are the days of the beggars and the choosersThis is the year of the hungry manWhose place is in the pastHand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excusesThe rich declare themselves poorAnd most of us are not sureIf we have too much but we’ll take our chances‘Cause God stopped keeping scoreI guess

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Feeble cries, shivering handsTrapped, but still hanging on, body between debris. Little oxygen, licking dew and crying tears - of pain, hunger, cold, fear, despair. They fight for their life, or what's left of it.Of the 200 000 buildings destroyed by the quake in China, 7000 were supposedly schools due to shoddy workmanship. People have pointed fingers and foreigners have started dialogues, which

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Intellectual merry-go-round and a dose of faithI bumped into some foreign students who were on campus for the first time today and showed them the way to Block B. When we reached Block B, they pointed to their timetables and said, "No! It says here Block A!" I kindly informed them that Block A did not exist and spotted that the legend on the timetable referred to the venue of the class as Block B

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There is something biggerThan myself, than the world. It's the first time I've seen this more clearly than before.As I traipsed down Orchard Road, I saw the souls. So many of them. Different garb, different speak, personalities, positions. And You know all of them intimately. You know their worries and their fears, their loved ones, their desires. Whether or not they are in Your fold. I finally

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Thoughts, and a heart unveiledVery thankful my God lifted me out of the gloom, and every time He does so, I pencil in my Bible the Word that was spoken and the date that was the miracle. (:And it's been a while since I last blogged because of the examinations. The days were filled with much cramming, stress, caffeine, and hair loss (Yes, I realized I was dropping more in the shower than usual!).

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Light (:Whenever I feel too tired to think, or know that the darkness is making its deep impact on me, I switch on my iPod and go to the "Christian" playlist section. It's there that God speaks, through random (though I know He selects them!) songs that together weave a wonderful picture of the message He amalgamated for me at this time... shall just share it with you. Hope it uplifts your heart

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Reduced to Dust 0304088.50pmReduced to dust, scenes cannot lie,About my head the fears do fly.Weary, parched, and fighting foes,When will this end, I need to know.Reduced to a curl on a bed of sighs,Writhing, numbing, unheard cries.Darkness in droves of ‘ought-to’s’,People telling me there is all to

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A touch like no other"Miracle... miracle... we ask for one more miracle. Miracle, miracle, we see them every day. His answers come like manna, with every passing day..."Growing up as a "church-baby", I participated in children's choir musicals and had the privilege of starring in a musical showcasing God's miracle defeat using Joshua's leadership, where the Jericho walls fell flat to the ground

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Suffering, from a laboratory of God's workBeen thinking about suffering lately... Picked up a book which my paternal aunt gave me about a year ago by Joni Eareckson Tada and Steven Estes. Joni happens to be a wheelchair-bound lady who broke her neck in an accident and lives heavily on assistance from others to do her daily chores and activities."This is where God steps in.He permits suffering He

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Regrets, we have a few...Today I decided to go on facebook to check out the lives of my friends who are on exchange/studying overseas. Yes, voyeurism. Because a picture paints a thousand words, I perused their photo albums and found many many exciting cross-cultural experiences and beautiful scenery that I will probably never get to see in my life- for many reasons. It saddens me to think that I

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Meeting an old friendTonight I went for a VCF event and I happened to meet an old friend, more of a mentor, really, who introduced me to the campus ministry in HC. Remembering those days where we huddled at the basketball court once a week (and avoided the ants on the floor), sung hymns and prayed together was nostalgic. That was when the sweetest taste of Christ in my younger days came into

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Once upon a * fishOnce upon a many a time,There lay one, sun-drunk, dreaming.It drifted along the shoreWhen the stars were blinded out by glare.And there was her with the radiant gleam,Who took the dear one in her palm,Stroked it, let her sandals take her as farAs she could on the grainy and sandy way.She wanted to save the little one,Drop it into the depths of flowing blue.But it was crusted in

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My awesome, prayer-answering God!I prayed on at least 2 occasions corporately this week that God will humble me and give me more faith. Little did I know that He's started the process as soon as He could. In the most unconventional ways, too.Extract from "The Pursuit of God", AW Tozer:" 'Be Thou exalted' is the language of victorious spiritual experience. It is a little key to unlock the door to

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Forgiveness"When it comes to a question of our forgiving other people, it is partly the same and party different. It is the same because here also, forgiving does not mean excusing. Many people seem to think it does. They think that if you ask them to forgive someone who has cheated or bullied them you are trying to make out that there was really no cheating or no bullying. But if that were so,

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Next, Please- Philip LarkinAlways too eager for the future, wePick up bad habits of expectancy.Something is always approaching; every dayTill then we say,Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,Sparkling armada of promises draw near.How slow they are! And how much time they waste,Refusing to make haste!Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalksOf disappointment, for, though nothing balks,Each

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John Piper sermon extract- Happy in Hope, Patient in Tribulation, constant in prayer Romans 12:12"Our Joy Is Rooted in Our HopeLet’s get a good look at this root of joy. We see it when we distinguish joy and hope and see how they are related. Romans 12:12 says, “Rejoice in hope.” It looks like hope is the soil or the rock in which joy is rooted—the ground where joy grows. Notice the similar

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天黑黑 - 孙燕姿我的小时候吵闹任性的时侯我的外婆总会唱歌哄我夏天的午后老老的歌安慰我那首歌好像这样唱的天黑黑欲落雨天黑黑黑黑离开小时候有了自己的生活新鲜的歌新鲜的念头任性和冲动无法控制的时候我忘记还有这样的歌天黑黑欲落雨天黑黑黑黑我爱上让我奋不顾身的一个人我以为这就是我所追求的世界然而横冲直撞被误解被骗是否成人的世界背后总有残缺我走在每天必须面对的分岔路我怀念过去单纯美好的小幸福爱总是让人哭让人觉得不满足天空很大却看不清楚好孤独我爱上让我奋不顾身的一个人我以为这就是我所追求的世界然而横冲直撞被误解被骗是否成人的世界背后总有残缺我走在每天必须面对的分岔路我怀念过去单纯美好的小幸福爱总是让人哭让人觉得不满足天空很大却看不清楚好孤独天黑的时候我又想起那首歌突然期待下起安静的雨原来外婆的道理早就唱给我听下起雨也要勇敢前进….我相信

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Surprised by lightShe carried her new masterpiece, crafted carefully for 4 hours straight. The porcelain figure was perfect, glossed with blushes of pink around the cheeks, given a lacquered finish and a tender smile. It was perfect, yes. She had made for it a miniature lavender pleated dress and 2 black dress shoes of sheet plastic. For Sera had been waiting for this night for the whole of the

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No tears in heaven"My readers will probably not suspect me of being an emotional person. For I am one of those cold fish called an Englishman, descended from hard Norsemen and blunt Anglo-Saxons, with no spark of Celtic or Latin fire in my blood. With that ancestry, I am supposed to be shy, reserved and even buttoned up. Moreover, I was brought up in an English public school on the philosophy of

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From WaterMark's tour journal"Louie spoke at the concert on the story of God and how He beautifully weaves us into His purpose. This brought things into glorious perspective as we celebrated such an intricate part of our story. God has beautifully used moments in time, songs, people and places to show us that He's weaving us into His story and using us for His glory and fame. It's in these

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Interesting Extract“In the 1950s, kids lost their innocence. They were liberated from their parents by well-paying jobs, cars, lyrics and music that gave rise to a new term, ‘the generation gap.’ In the 1960s, kids lost their authority. It was the decade of protests. Church, state and parents were all called into question and found wanting. Their authority was rejected, yet nothing ever replaced

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Woke up realizing that a new day is dawning.And now every day seems better than the day before!This morning I'm glad I dragged myself out of bed to get a lift from my brother to school. Boy, was I blessed. The cool morning air and the scene at the gardens was lovely. I noticed 2 things in the gardens today; these 2 things really spoke to me and warmed my heart. The Lord never fails to send these

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[It's back to writing, after quite a hiatus. This is an obsolete blog, but I write to record these thoughts for myself. If someone by any chance reads this, it's my prayer that the words will bless your life in a small way.]Learning the truth about people, and being true.When it comes to people, perhaps there are 2 extremes, being a cynical person and standing on the other side of the fence and

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The River of Life"Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything

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It's storming outsideThe rain patters down, beading the glassWindow with drops, Like the tears fromAbove descending, blurring the visionOf those warming themselves at the fire,Inside. Rubbing their hands together,Smiling over a bubbling cuppa, Laughter,Chocolates and roasted chicken.Outside, she cries with the rain. TearsFalling freely till its intermingled withThose droplets that have drenched

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Romans 7:18-19: "For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing."To echo my thoughts that sometimes I wish to be home (where Christ is, and all my hopes and desires will be fulfilled), I think Paul's words in

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Oh, how I long to be home"Where all creation aches and groans"- Deb FungLord, lead my heart home soon. Tis weary, living in this body of flesh. When I can sin one moment and live in You the next. I long to be home, I long to be where You are, where I can see You in Your fullest. Worship You all day long. Free from sin, sorrow, oppression.But it is needful for me to be here at the moment. It is

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And the world rolls on in oblivionEmpty stares and harried faces,Living lies and lack of graces.Who's to say you have made your mark?You've made it when they stand you on podiums.Endless assignments and deadlines press,Putting all else on hold leaves a trail of mess.Looking down to the ground, with plenty in your hands,Its nice to know you've a job to do.A job to do, a job to complete,You need to

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Open my eyes to the need of the worldWhat is poverty? Why does God allow it? Why is there such disparity between the rich and the poor? Timeless questions no one has an answer to. Even if they do, it has been heavily rationalized with the dilution of human wisdom. Today He planted these questions in my mind, as my eyes flitted from the Indonesian maids sitting idly in an employment agency, and

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When all that matters in your life... is Him. Was very moved this morning by the 3rd and 4th verse of the hymn "Beneath the cross of Jesus". Here it goes:Upon that cross of Jesus,Mine eye at times can seeThe very dying form of OneWho suffered there for me;And from my smitten heart, with tears,Two wonders I confess-The wonders of His glorious love,And my unworthiness.I take, O cross, thy shadowFor

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An Old, nasty enemyToday I encountered a nasty one,Who tried to take me away from God.It planted the seeds of deadly envy,Drawing me away from my Master at Calvary.I used to be acquainted with this one,It tormented and left me all weary and worn.No longer will you have me at your behest,For I yield to God, and no One less.I have got out my shield of faith,And now, the breastplate of

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For He has delivered -for AThe little sparrow flies with its broken wing,Struggling as it looks on the horizon.But it still carries on, and it still will sing,Knowing its home is just around the bend.It pants, and gusts of wind blow strong,Its constitution can barely last the mile.Nightfall, and the course seems long,But it will not stop til it finds home.At last, just when the raindrops fall,It

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A little girl finally surrenders Now I cannot flinch or falter,When I bring my Isaac to the altar.But I know these tears from my face will fall,As you remind me to give my all."Why, Lord, why?" My feeble voice cries,Not willing that my flesh should die.My hands tremble and want to cling to it tight,But I know deep inside that this is not right.The prettiest toys, the most beautiful scenes-On

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God's will He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.- Jim EliotAnd so we stand at the crossroads of life sometimes, clutching a thorn that pierces deep into the flesh of our palm, not realizing that releasing it would relieve our pain, and that our stubborn human will is inifinitely lower in value and perfection compared to God's own divine will.What is "God's

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THY BROTHER'S BLOOD CRIETH - BY AMY CARMICHAELThe tom-toms thumped straight on all night, and the darkness shuddered round me like a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked; and I saw, as it seemed, this: That I stood on a grassy patch, and at my feet a ravine broke straight down into infinite space. I looked, but saw no bottom; only cloud shapes, black and

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Weaving our Soul's garments- author anonymousWe are all busy weavers; forever are we throwing the shuttle backward and forward, each moment leaving one new thread in the web of our life which shall stay there forever. Every thought, every feeling, every emotion, every fancy light that plays but for a moment in the soul, becomes a thread which is instantly a permanent part of the life we are

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The last, longing look"And it came to pass, when they had brought them forth abroad, that he said, Escape for thy life; look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed."- Gen 19:17"Then the LORD rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the LORD out of heaven; and he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the

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Strangers and pilgrims on this earth'Faithful Relates Meeting with DiscontentFaithful: Yes, I met one Discontent, who tried to persuade me to go back with him. He said the valley (valley of humility) was void of honor. He said in the valley was the place to lose all self-confidence, and the confidence and respect of your kindred and friends; that my Mr. Pride, Mr. Arrogancy, Egotist,

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New eyes for words of old"There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able, but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it."- 1 Cor 10:13I'd known this verse for a long time, but I hadn't exactly meditated on it or realized how many promises there were in it.

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Lessons from Haggai."1 In the second year of Darius the king, in the sixth month, in the first day of the month, came the word of the LORD by Haggai the prophet unto Zerubbabel the son of Shealtiel, governor of Judah, and to Joshua the son of Josedech, the high priest, saying, 2 Thus speaketh the LORD of hosts, saying, This people say, The time is not come, the time that the LORD's house should

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Cold prayers ask for a denial!When we ask of the Lord coolly, and not fervently, we do as it were, stop His hand,and restrain Him from giving us the very blessing we 'pretend' that we are seeking.Oh, those cold-hearted prayers that die on our lips!Those frozen supplications would not even move men's hearts,how should they move the heart of God?They do not come from our own souls,they do not well

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Under One Small StarWislawa Symborska~My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.Forgive me,

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And this one's for you-Hwa-chongians of batch 03.I miss you!Warning- relatively long post ahead, but hoping people will read the personalized messages and leave a tag.Random, HC memories, just because I'm in the mood.Part 1CSA-choirPractices we loved to hate. Our mummy sops, and our daddy basses. Ms Lim, and her lovelyness. Mrs. Goh the wonderwoman, the puller-together. Then we had the piano that

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Just another girlOn another shelfI love telling myself that I'm not wanted,Because it gives me excuses to act like I'm not.I love saying that all my dreams won't come true,Because then I won't have to pursue them.I love it that I remain just another girl on another shelf,Because it gives me a chance to pretend that I'm blind.I hate it that I have feelings,They leave me both exhilarated and

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Panacea30/4/06And yet again,Months of conjecture,Manuscripts of waiting,Road-signs of hope,All quashed with one line."I'm not"...And "I've never" beensHow strange,Yet how placating,I loved to know now, and for sure.My, my-It was surely you,But some say it was agapeAnd that little Miss MuffetThought the bowl of chow mien was her curds and whey.No wonder the spiderNever came beside her,No wonder

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Dear, you.And we wadeInto our photographs and rustyFrames of time,Of each other.You give me a trigger andI'll give you a stare of regret.We all live in closets full of ourselves.This one is for youI'm thankful that I know youAnd yet I don't. But the heart cries When I see the face of darkness Whittling you away, The dread that washes over.I don't know the whys that are echoing off the walls,I

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Kent Ridge.I took a walk this morning.Labryinth-like, plastered with brick an unkempt foliage. I breathe in periwinkle (for want of a better identity of scent) and morning dew. As I trail almost involuntarily to the faculty, the slapping of concrete from my steps blaze the way forward, out and beyond. I get to the open, greeted by more green, this time, of gap-crawling, reluctant dirty moss

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To the girl who lifted me out of the gloomy spellI haven't done this in awhile.But to the girl who lifted me out of the gloomy spell with your one comment, I thank you for showing me that true joy emanates from you only when you're truly joyful.For a while the only real laughter elicited from myself was when I sat alone in front of the TV watching Friends re-runs. I'd laugh at Phoebe changing her

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You know how it is when you feel time slipping. Everyone you know is becoming estranged, with every barrier imagined possible. And you overdramatize and you oversensitize, counting the ways you can avoid much of humanity; counting the ways you can fly under all radars.Possibly, I have been running away. Running away from eye contact and social activities that used to keep me sane. Also, the

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I've been getting complains that I don't update regularly enough. But do people actually read this thing????? Haha, good luck to you who does. Because (and yes, I now know it's actually okay to start a sentence with because, thank you very much) what is actually published here is almost utter rubbish, balderdash.Mum's the wordMy mother thinks the solution to every one of my problems is to get

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Girl: I keep bumping into you!Boy: Like this? (literally bumps into her, sidling up to her, who bursts into an insanely embarrassing giggling fit)I had the urge to throw something or let a mean comment slip, but like my friend so explained to me today, everyone has a firewall in brain that screens whatever you do before its outward manifestation. Thankfully mine is still very much intact. Or else

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S L o S h -ed.Every time after a certain lecture on a certain topic conducted by a certain man I just feel sloshed. Yes, you got it right. Sloshed i.e. fuddled, blind drunk, potty. -_-My darling Rui and I just launch into some incoherent conversation(possibly withdrawal symptoms from not popping our poifuls), refusing to even go anywhere near the looming pseudo intellectual/moral/political

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Piqued.The question I've really come to dislike in the past few weeks: What are you studying now? It has come to my realization that it is either the least effective (or most effortless) conversation starter known to mankind.I mean, after that question will come either a a) polite comment of admiration, b) blank judgmental stare, c) a polite comment, but this time, reeking of disdain. (Rarely are

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I know You'll Be With MeEri* K*oo was pure genius on this one. I enjoyed it thoroughly, despite most of the film being conducted in wordless silence. Seamlessly, he transformed 3 stories of love into a moving work of art."I know I'll be guarded by heaven's love."Theresa Chan's story is one I'll never forget. That courage, that perseverance- it puts one to shame. It made me think of me as an

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Just today I found out that my friend was attached. I wanted to scream at myself for being so WOLS, as another friend pointedly accused me of being.I turned to her and whispered, "Do you have a guy up your sleeve too?" I was half-expecting her to tell me that she had no sleeves or something rather along that line, but she replied me in all normalcy that she had not been spending a lot of time

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Greatest compliment I received today: "Jean, you really look like an oompa-loompah."I don't know what to make head or tail of it, but I returned the compliment by concurring with a friend that the bestower of the flattery looked like a sun bear with spectacles.The A & W type sunbear.Well, you can tell I'm going off my rocker but I must tell you this- by the end of this year I promise that I'm

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Age of milk teethAge of milk teeth, muck, andDancing with softened huesOf owned, invented, choruses.Lucky girl has an extra sweet;Licking her lips in delight,She chuckles and chortlesWith her sticky hands.Mirth is no myth-But sweat sticks to theirSlowly denigrated cushioningTales and Fiction-ed out life."There is no such thing,"I find myself explainingEvery time; every shatteredCuriousity

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How do I seek ye in humility?I do not know, for I am cold.Asleep to the secret veins and ravines,Of Thy wondrous care; of instruction told.It pains and leaves me dumb; gone-And wilt not soon release its holdUnless Thy light descends from highShattering self, and pride so bold.Countless times I have gone astray,Lost in iniquity, buried in bruises.Not wanting to taste Thy goodness for days,

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You could be next to an angel in disguise.God blessed the broken roadThat led me to you.If only I were to believe that it were trueThat you were sent for meAnd me, for you.It’s tough, this thing called l.You want in so muchSometimes you can’t help but see out.Is it selfish to place one onA pedestal?I don’t know what you’ll tell meWhen you read that I actually care.Either/or,I must tell youThat I

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And here I am, yet again. Just back from a 3 hour long Julius Caesar production. My backlog of work is just annoying.This week I am wondering with boldness whether I have entered the wrong course. I've encountered numerous problems and faced countless insecurities, one of them being the fact that I am so much less eloquent and quick-witted than most of my counterparts. (No, I am not being

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And so begins my tumultuous journey through l*w school.Today, on our 3rd official day of school, I stepped into the library. Boy was I in for a treat. Practically every table was chock-ful of first years. We've oiled our parts and fired up the engines early, I thought to myself. I do not know anyone who will openly express that he has been slacking off, for the simple reason that everyone has

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On Social circles, and growing old.I've always been a pretty lazy person, self-admittedly. My complacency at maintaining friendships have garnered many a disdain snarl and plenty of tut-tuts when I miss gatherings of old friends.Truth be told, I treasure the friendships. It is only because I know I cannot be pretentious, that I go easy on myself with regards to distancing myself from people. I

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RenevatioWell, well well.Here I am again.It's been a year and 3 months since my blogging hiatus... and I must say, it feels weirdly refreshing to be back. I can never pinpoint exactly why I stopped blogging, but I know it has something to do with how I didn't like being quoted embarrassingly during lectures on something completely inane I wrote. Well, no chance of that happening now, so I am safe

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She doesn't know, she doesn't see- that each word she says could either be a dagger or a badge that we could pin hopes onto. Why? We love her, yet it's just so painful sometimes, when sth so close to our heart is wrenched from us so swiftly and cleanly. Sing. What does it mean to sing? \Sing\, v. t. 1. To utter with musical infections or modulations of voice. And they sing the song of Moses,

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Capriccio was nice. I was touched by the peter pan piece and the one by the ensembles. You could feel, in the latter, that the batch had really gelled.... I could feel it... :) great job.

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I want to pour out a song. Pour out a song mixed with hope and terrific many bittersweet nudges that will make the shards of every single shattering be part of one again. I want But I can't I can't even write properly, knowing that each word I type and each phrase I painfully edit out to present the subtlelest of subtlelest, ( now not so :)) faintest piece of me that ever was is just plain

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Hey geoggers, have a read :) In Praise Of Limestone -W.H.Auden If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones, Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath, A secret system of caves and conduits; hear the springs That spurt out everywhere with a chuckle, Each

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Wow. It's been ages since I've posted anything here. I'm starting to think that I'd want to close this down, it becoming so obsolete. But before I do it, I just want to say that I really enjoyed tonight's dramafeste. The team effort on display was impressive. Kudos to all that made this night possible... Reminds me of last year's dramafeste. Was in props, and I remember we had a little team

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"If ever a day goes by that I don't say I love you, know always that I do." (courtesy of Pet:)) Thanks, all.

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Being banned from going out has its perks. =) I have the license to veg out in front of the TV feeing absolutely guiltless. I spent lunch time watching an episode of MONK (highly entertaining) and Animals are people too on channel i which showcased a ferret playing a musical instrument and 2 huge sealions that could understand over 50 directions from their trainers at seaworld. But the most

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Wisps of exuberance whip my face as the iridescent plumage of revival filled my heart. Can pure be prismatic, or is it a picture of unadulterated focus? The passion for purity, it must exist, for I know the one on high exhorts us to think of whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever

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I would like to think that I miss caroling already. And I really do. In Em's words, it's the end of 'waste-time-at-Fullerton-happy-happy' or something like that. Correct me if I'm wrong. =) Yesterday ended brilliantly for the Hwa Chong voices, in my opinion, even though it may not have shown outwardly. Ms Lim conducted us, and I honestly felt that all of us enjoyed the songs, especially the fast

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To one of my friends, this holiday has been like a "restful sleep". I totally agree. What with the SATs, Project work presentation and AO Chinese behind us, all's left is holiday homework. Haha, that sounds really sad, and my homework has been sadly neglected, but I'm grateful for this period because... well... this holidays has shown me a lot. I may be overrating it, but it's true, because,

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I'm back! But here's another advert for hc choir first. We're caroling at these places as well as Fullerton, but the 22nd Dec night at Fullerton has been CANCELLED so please don't come down on that date. Ocean Building 18 Dec (Thu) 12.30pm - 1.00pm Ocean Towers 19 Dec (Fri) 12.30pm - 1.00pm Keppel Towers 22 Dec (Mon) 12.45 - 1.15pm Capital Square 23 Dec (Tue) 12.15 - 12.45pm Hope to

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All my bags are packed. I'm ready to go. Don't watch this space from the 10-18 Dec. You will see this posting again and again and again. Haha. Well, while I'm at it, might as well advertise for Hc Choir. (: Come down to support us on any day as we carol! I promise you a night(or day) of enchanting music. (I hope.) Popular carols in our repertoire include the special version of Jingle Bells, I

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16600771079967152114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490573.post-1070706619859998802003-12-06T02:30:00.000-08:002003-12-06T02:31:00.950-08:00

I like patting people's heads. It makes me feel tall. :)

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Pain is inevitable. But Misery is a choice.

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I'm giving away some old cds. (don't laugh, now) Please, please, please, please, if you want any or all of them just give me a post or tell me. You will be doing me a huge favour, thanks. (1) Awake and Breathe- B*witched (I think it was their last album) (2) Shades of Purple- M2M (3) Bardot- Bardot (4) 2 become 1 single - Spice Girls (5) Spiceworld - Spice Girls (6) Chapter 1: A new beginning -

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I discovered that my sec 3 English teacher had written a letter to forum and it was printed in last thursday's ST. Yes, Mr. Michael Halsall. How many Michael Halsalls are there in Singapore who are teachers? He lamented about how "parents, teachers and the government want to eliminate innocence, boost energy and possibility, and yet ultimately keep responsibility from children". The letter was

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Atheist Professor Galvanized on Thursday, 17 Apr 03 @ 08:24 PM (ripped this off someone's site) "Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. "You're a Christian, aren't you, son?" "Yes sir," the student says. "So you believe in God?" "Absolutely." "Is God good?"

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