Archive for February, 2009

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27Feb09

back in melbourne; it is 33.7 degrees now, and i woke up an hour ago.
some things don’t change, but others do.
like feeling antisocial and wanting to stay at home instead of going out. but oh well. it’s okay.
oh, and i cleaned my entire kitchen and toilet. plus i mopped it. twice. aren’t you guys proud [...]


so i’m sitting in my hall contemplating the idea of leaving.
people think i should be used to it by now; i’m constantly going somewhere, grabbing my things, packing up – be it leaving singapore/melbourne, rushing to another appointment or simply just getting from one place to another. yet with each journey i take, it signifies [...]


we really are at opposite ends of the spectrum, aren’t we?


as i walked towards the bus stop at newton today, everything about singapore started assaulting my senses.
first, the awesome smell of fried carrot cake (for those who don’t alr know, it’s my favourite singaporean delicacy. &i endorse the one at newton hawker centre, stall 28). and then the idea of accessible public transport, awesome memories, [...]


50% of packing is done, thank you Jesus. (:
i don’t really know why i abhor packing so much but it’s good that more than half my stuff’s alr packed – the other 50% would be rearranging, reorganising and perhaps leaving things behind in singapore. it’s good this way too, then the next time i can [...]


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22Feb09

have i mentioned how much i dislike packing?


was clicking the arrow button on the wordpress dashboard, which somehow directed me to this blog, which had an awesome inspiring post. (courtesy of laurachrist.wordpress.com and relevantmagazine.com) so here goes!
Not Alone
by Anne Sims
I know, I know. You’re already looking for holy, sanctimonious, snobbish “it’ll be worth the wait when your prince (or princess) comes and [...]


and then, it hit me like a gust of wind out of nowhere;
i can’t type properly because somehow my mind’s racing ahead so much faster than my numbed fingers.
yet through all this, one thing – one thing rings so clear, i cannot ignore.
i cannot live without You. 


churning out words is a familiar unfamiliarity;
the one thing that i’ll probably never tire of (or at least that’s what i say now).
music is almost always an enjoyment,
but when does it cross the line to become a form of escape?
i’m not perfect; i hope you don’t expect me to be.
but then again, love never fails.
of [...]


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