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Monday, October 30, 2006

yep!!that's me ~ the model

My all-time favourite picture. It is pretty much a paradox ~ just like me & my life..

shades+milk bottlejust how cool is cool

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the countdown is 3 more days
but I say is another 16 days to my FREE~ness heh :D
(till then will I see the bears here again)

the haze is gone but here comes the rain
*sniffs*

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

yeah!! I finally changed the layout again.. this must be more pleasing than the previous white one :p
I really like lying in a hammock.. if it's possible, my future house would have one.

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Words are definitely important. Actions are even more significant. Promise is made by the former and accomplished by the latter. The former without the latter is like flattery and seemingly~beautiful words which get you nowhere because unlike inner beauty, they got no depth.

Ya, I think that you don't even mean the words you say because you say it best when you say nothing at all.

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Had french food (nah, not french fries) for the past 2 days or rather food from french-themed cafes. If they are of any standard of what real french food tastes like, I think I shall stick to my instant noodles. Hmm actually they aren't bad, just not what I expected of french food.

TO the bukit timah regulars:
Aha!! Didn't know that there's a small french cafe in the place of the old Island Cremery?

The food are priced at an average of $10, with free bread thrown in. Nice place to chill out(for small groups) with the music playing in the background. I didn't really like their soups~ not what I expected. The rice are quite special with cheese (I think) mixed in the rice. Try the pastas at your own risk! They are quite bland. But as my friend puts it: maybe it's the french pasta. (really?)

Anyway, this is what I had: Chicken Mozella (or something like that). They are alright. I had expected something more because the friend highly recommended the cafe. The menu had some french words that I had to ask what some of the dishes are. *sheesh*

Their service can be much improved though. Firstly, they asked to hold on to our change because they don't have the exact change. ok sure.. However, they (or at least she) didn't remember until we went to ask her about it. Next, my friend really liked their rice alot so she made a special order to change the pasta to the rice. Guess what? When her dish came, it was still pasta. When she asked about it, she (yes, the same person) was like "oh, they (the chef) must have make the mistake." Then she looked at us, waiting for us to make do with the mistake. The most basic thing she could have done was to make an offer to change it. BIG F for service.

It was another story when I went to this Madeleine French Cafe in liang court. The boss and staff were more than friendly. To be fair, the food is edible but is not worth for its price & the menu is limited in choices. Oh, & we seem to be the only customers there.

My friend claimed this is how she cooked her pasta at home.So she ordered crepe.

Erhm.. french-styled prata?

Lately, I haven't really enjoyed food as I thought I would. Perhaps, my craving is for nonya food.

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Monday, October 16, 2006

I can't run long distance. I know. All these years, I have never completed 2.4 without stopping at least once. The maximum for me was 5 rounds of continuous jogging. After that, I would check the time and start to walk. If there's enough time, I can slack for a while; if there's isn't sufficient time, why bother to jiong?? Call me complacent or lousy. I care not one bit that I could not endure.

I've come to realise that this kind of attitude has crept into other aspects of my life. The determination can't seem to last & many a times the thought to give in and give up is just so succumbing. But I will persevere & endure this part of my life because now I care.

Be here for mi & don't let mi fall, will you

One more month.. .. .. Aja! Aja! Fighting!!

Heb 12:1 "Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us."

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For those who are also disappointed, disillusioned & discouraged:

"Quit! Give up, you're beaten!" they shout at me and plead.
"There's just too much against you now, this time you can't succeed."
And as I started to hang my head in front of failure's face,
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakened will, as i recall that scene,
And just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.
A children's race. Young boys, young men. I remember well.
Excitement, sure, but also fear; it wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope. Each thought to win that race.
Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side, each cheering for his son,
And each one hoped to show his dad,that he would be the one.

(The whistle blew)
To win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire.
And one boy in particular, his dad was in the crowd.
Was running near the lead and thought, My dad will be so proud.

But as he sped down the field across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win, lost his step and slipped,
Trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace,
And 'mid the laughter of the crowd, he fell flat on his face.

So, down he fell and with him hope. He couldn't win it now.
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished to disappear somehow.
But, as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face.
Which to the boy so clearly said, Get up and win the race!

He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all,
And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and win
His mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.

He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race.
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face --
That steady look that said again, Get up and win the race!

So up he jumped to try again, ten yards behind the last,
If I'm to gain those yards, he thought, I've got to run real fast.
Expending everything he had, he regained eight or ten,
But trying so hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.

Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
There's no sense running anymore, three strikes, I'm out, why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away,
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.

I've lost, so what's the use? he thought. I'll live with my disgrace.
Get up, an echo sounded low, get up and take your place.
You weren't meant for failure here; you haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this; to rise each time you fall.

So up he rose to win once more, deciding to commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been,
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed the line, first place,
Head high and proud and happy: no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the finishing line, last place,
The crowd gave him the greatest cheer for finishing the race.

And even though he came in last, with head bowed low, not proud,
You would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well."
"To me you won," his father said, "you rose each time you fell."

And now when times seem dark and hard and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me to run my race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.

"Quit! Give up, you're beaten!" they still shout in my face,
But another voice within me says, Get up and win the race!

[author unknown, taken from Michael Sedler "When to Speak Up (and When Not To)" ]

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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Today's the last official school day for the j2s. What surprise we got when we reached school.

NO CLASS BENCHES!!

We will not pon school anymore

We will study hard for A levels

We are willing to accept any punishment

Please give us back our benches

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Hey you! Ya you. Look here

the best team

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open house day too..

a pity it rained

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Feeling restless, I ended up slouching on my sofa, watching Full House. I watched it before but this time the feeling was different.

This show (as well as the 2 main characters) is one of my favourite. Felt overwhelmed by the scene where zhi en tear so painfully in her eyes when ying zai suddenly returns. It's those kind of crying when you obviously do not want to show your emotions and let others know but you just cannot help crying.
I know that what I like was yingzai's character rather than Rain the actor. The same goes for dao ming si's character.

Or perhaps I'm just being narcissistic because I see a streak of familarity in them.

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Presenting..

my new (foc) mp4!!

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Ever felt like you are stuck in the middle?? It is like starting to grow wings yet having no idea where to fly to. But alas, wings cannot be ungrown(if you get my meaning). You can bundle them up or learn how to use these wings by youself (& start loving them).. Nah, it's too cruel to cut away the wings. Meanwhile, I shall just stay in my safe nest till I find my direction to fly again.

perhaps silence can really silent everythin'.. .. ..

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Monday, October 09, 2006

yesh I went for maf.. just in time for the grand light up!!

yeah I think I have event phobia or rather saying~yes phobia.. I like to say no though sometimes I already know that the answer is a yes; or I still thinking about it & unsure about my schedule (in this case, it is the latter & some other things). Anyway, it's nice to spring surprises (by saying no in the first place), isn't it? This picture says it all. (as soon-bah-bah puts it, is b/c my face is tilted at a special angle)
*happie* been a really long time since I last played with sparkles (though my fav is the different colors version)

finally found the feelin' if not for a night..better late than never

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Friday, October 06, 2006

Within three weeks of my 18th birthday:

While buying tickets for a NC-16 movie, I was asked for my NRIC. Mind you, I was in my school uniform.

Asked some teacher to help me get another teacher. Here's what she said: " mdm *****, you xiao hai zao ni" ( there's a little kid looking for you) xiao hai??

The next one is definitely infuriating.
Bus no. 40. Went to ask the driver for some directions & he demanded to see my bus pass to check whether I'm personating anyone. Apparently, he doesn't think that I am a student nor look like one. (I am using concession so there's a special sound when using the ez-link system)
!!

verdict: I think the third case was an anomaly :p

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Sunday, October 01, 2006

Once in a while, a word from someone or scenes from somewhere give you a deja vu feeling, triggering some thoughts in your mind. Some made you ponder deeply, while others made you realize.

Today, the testimonies during family magic struck a chord.
"You weren't there when I needed you the most, so don't come & tell me what to do now!!"

How easy it is to justify one's action just because someone else don't quite measure to your expectations. You felt let down and allowed yourself to 'fabricate' evidences to convince yourself subconsciously. In the end, you will think what you thought is true. It may or may not be. Whatever it is, think again.

The only reason why you have such high expectations of people is because you expect alot from them. To put it simpler, they are people dear to you. (I mean, do you expect much from your fair-weather friends or your far away distant relatives.) That's why we have to be realy cautious about justifying our reactions especially when these actions are unjust to the person on the receiving end. Or else, you may just regret it.

Why have I been so naive in doing all these things for you?? Am I been too nice?? ..maybe I should distance myself.

What you may truly regret is saying the above. When the person leaves you, will you bother how he or she din't meet your needs?? No. What you will actually remember is how much you love them from the start & how dear they are to you that you will lament having entertained the negative thoughts & letting them turn physical.

Does God look at us (sinning and going against Him) & bemoan:" Why did I even send my beloved Son down to save you all??"

He doesn't & He will never. He loves and cares for us greatly that's why He send His Son down in the first place. He know this perfectly that's why He's faithful to us.

I'm sure all if not most of us have been there, done there & have our own regrets. However, if we were to be able to see things in a different light, we will be able to rid of much more unhappiness in our lives, don't you think so??

I realised that happiness and joy are not one-sided nor overnight so don't let negative thoughts overshadowed. Think of the love behind it & you overlook whatever after it.

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