tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58592992012-01-25T00:02:44.508+08:00between the sand and stone,could you make it on your own? not all smiles conceal schemes; "Fly, all is discovered!"adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comBlogger9001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-64157809162843491312012-01-24T23:57:00.003+08:002012-01-25T00:02:44.525+08:00

one month since the christmas lightsand the year is heating upwith some interesting developments8 months still seems an awful long time to goand this is a job which hangs nightmares on strings ready to snapat a moments notice and disastrous scenarios stand ready to unfoldat the drop of a hatbut the knowledge that it is so,and that there is absolutely nothing more i can do to avert these

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-80431068924229544882012-01-19T22:58:00.002+08:002012-01-19T23:27:15.459+08:00

when i think about it,these 1 year 10 months could be a whole lot smootherand easierbut then i wouldnt remember much of it,except that it was smooth...and easy.but it being as challenging as it is,and the pressure that i face;i know that i won't forget these years,and that they don't run in vain.and as they say, these years go by with hardly any consequence on the rest of your lifeand screw-ups

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-59950375236700700432012-01-07T23:56:00.000+08:002012-01-08T13:56:10.857+08:00

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-17837406107035590332012-01-02T23:47:00.003+08:002012-01-03T00:00:40.267+08:00

i wonder if every year that goes by shapes who we are and if one year we reach an end stage where we are finally who we will always beand if this year is the year or the year our bodies stop growingdoes our character solidify tooi wonder if in not keeping our traditions we inadvertently gives bits of ourselves away and we are always something newand finally when there is nothing new we are

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-72385945860008261642011-12-18T21:09:00.002+08:002011-12-18T21:40:50.431+08:00

i wonder if you ever walk the shadow pathsthat take you up the silent hillunder an unsmiling moonon a night you flee flying from ghosts who take courage from the hearts of young men on battlefields bleeding braveryand brokenness tooi wonder if you wander among the gravestonessidestepping the epitaphs of tragic dreamerswhose ghosts match you step for step watching you with empty eyes that once

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-4835777381895741052011-12-11T23:03:00.002+08:002011-12-11T23:12:01.715+08:00

i love this time of the year when the wind changesand the smell of the air changesand the gale blows cold.i like that the shopping malls play jinglesand although i know its part of manipulating consumer psychology purchase behaviour,it works.its always about traditions.

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-9637758805128623572011-11-07T21:59:00.000+08:002011-11-07T22:00:07.756+08:00

"The flirt is a very French speciality. You like to seduce, even for nothing. It's a good experiment to realize you have power over someone. The French consider la séduction to be one of the arts of living." —Carine Roitfeld (French Vogue)Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-53649794314890854832011-11-07T01:14:00.002+08:002011-11-07T01:22:24.904+08:00

i confess that sometimes i find myself a little lost,and in moments being thus misplaced,am drawn into the doing of things which make me feel alive.sometimes its simply being new, or doing things that are unusual and perplexing out of character,but on more dangerous daysi am wont to walk the thin lines of abominations,crossing the thresholds of the acceptable,dabbling in the devious.clinging to

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-32514915255236898752011-11-02T23:21:00.002+08:002011-11-02T23:25:19.534+08:00

Words are beautiful because poetry comes from the soul.Pictures cheat because they come easy. The source of pictures are visual in nature,and what is seen is rarely as important as what is felt.Words come from the heart, a wellspring of memories which really means that because they cannot be seen they can very well be conjured out of ...really nothing at all.I like fiction because fiction is an

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-63098918095886439992011-10-31T22:49:00.002+08:002011-10-31T22:55:40.010+08:00

i once read that guys have shorter life expectancies than women because they keep everything inside- their emotions and distress buried beneath a strong front. and its like grenades exploding in a room... nothing much can been seen from the outside, but the foundations are shaken, the earth is loosened , and soon the cracks will appear....i confess that it bothers me a little, because its so true

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-79054969107535363912011-10-26T22:54:00.002+08:002011-10-26T23:01:25.934+08:00

so you see how i'm dancing through timeand the vapors are vipers and there really is noescape from the form that rages to be freewhich comes uneasily to me that holds on to the handrails of the sands of adepleted time.and even if with subdued grace the former returns to formthe stitches remain undone, undone to the bonea cut, a slash, a gasha fallen comrade from a greater timea missing song by

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-41550430689707341422011-10-21T22:38:00.000+08:002011-10-21T22:41:02.362+08:00

A Caution to PoetsWhat poets feel, when they make, A pleasure in creating,The world, in its turn, will not take Pleasure in contemplating.—Matthew Arnold, from New Poems, 1867

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-28518555729302261722011-10-17T21:10:00.004+08:002011-10-17T21:33:58.986+08:00

In the darkest depths of the deathliest dark,where fire and thunder torture the heart;where life is pain and disaster reigns....and the eternal night repeats again.here where angels fear to tread and dreamers stay awakethe blood of saints flow red;the loftiest brow yet grows afraiddevoid of love and lightbut reeking of regrets thatcut like knives and steal yoursense of right likehooks that pull

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-78544325669919705942011-10-02T21:56:00.000+08:002011-10-02T21:58:02.138+08:00

sisterdiaries.tumblr.com

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adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-35291352039663326842011-09-22T18:05:00.002+08:002011-09-22T18:10:26.215+08:00

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-41533819096351410782011-09-19T18:34:00.001+08:002011-09-19T18:44:39.336+08:00

It Never Comes AgainTHERE are gains for all our losses,There are balms for all our pain,But when youth, the dream, departs,It takes something from our hearts,And it never comes again.We are stronger, and are better,Under manhood’s sterner reign;Still we feel that something sweetFollowed youth, with flying feet,And will never come again.Something beautiful is vanished,And we sigh for it in vain;We

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-92090938467164137672011-09-18T21:37:00.002+08:002011-09-18T22:02:57.988+08:00

on sat the family went to take a family portrait at a studio.more than a year since jie graduated from uni and i from poly,because we were waiting for dad to finish his masters this year.wearing the graduation gown again, i couldn't help but marvel at how life has changed since we graduated-it seems life a lifetime ago- and yet it still feels like it isn't over.only yesterday was the time of our

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-89279563961581206992011-09-17T00:57:00.001+08:002011-09-17T00:57:43.001+08:00

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-50183218461960452572011-09-14T21:49:00.004+08:002011-09-14T22:04:52.207+08:00

waiting to book back to camp in awhile, its been pretty much like this the past week- booking out for a few hours, then back in.Learning to be unfazed interacting with big shots because rank is really nothing much to shout about. you tend to feel this way after prolonged exposure to undeserving rank holders.but really, its all about finding your meaning, fitting in (or not), surviving. i find it

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-83481411002072710202011-09-04T00:27:00.005+08:002011-09-04T01:53:42.268+08:00

september comes around; somewhere across the world a thousand heartbeats quicken as a familiar dread creeps up- this month of infamy, a decade ago, the spirit of america was crushed in a day. and now 10 years later, the grief has ebbed leaving a familiar throbbing when this time of the year arrives, and they remember their dearly departed. these people, dreaming with broken hearts.

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-3771432197336406272011-08-14T04:19:00.001+08:002011-08-14T04:22:44.035+08:00

Chorus: Bring me home tonight can we leave for awhile you said come here child (Verse 1) This morning i woke and i wrote please god grant me the serenity/ to know whats gotten into me/ for me to look to the sky whenever i need that help/ for me to look towards god before i look towards myself/ you pulled me out of hell and uplift/ that put me on my way, on my pursuit of

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-53561901823450293732011-07-28T01:21:00.003+08:002011-07-28T01:44:13.041+08:00

i like birthdays designed for fuzzy warm feelings ... or wistful resignation, depending on which end of the age spectrum you arrive at.thankfully, im still in the first quadrant, enjoyable at least for now.i've come to believe that the two best époques are childhood and old-age (if you're healthy) .being a kid is joyful innocence, and learning about life and love and not quite seeing things as

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-54945435675302377972011-07-26T02:10:00.002+08:002011-07-26T02:50:30.092+08:00

2am on a 8hr midnight till dawn,an enclosed room with nothing but machines for company and graveyard silence..chilled by a cooling system designed with the machines in mind, so we dress for winter in hereat the risk of sounding jaded (which i'm frequently told i advertise), i would venture to state that the challenges i face here are unprecedented ... both in scope and scale.and while the past 7

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-16010123676752140622011-07-23T02:02:00.002+08:002011-07-23T02:18:42.901+08:00

To Adriel :Dear Ge,Happy 21st Birthday! Congrats, you are now an adult and i pray that you will continue to mature physically, mentally, and spiritually as you embark on the journey of adulthood. Too bad that i'm younger and i can't tell you about your birth like you told me about mine. Even if i did, you probably wouldn't believe me haha. It was really saddening that u could not follow us to

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-64680390168761447262011-07-05T22:27:00.003+08:002011-07-05T22:33:29.738+08:00

so instead of sleeping with one eye open and walking tightropes,i'd much rather be reclining in a dim-lit room listening to classical music and tasting whiskey.but then so do most people.but i'm learning, and only in extreme situations do you learn new things about yourself.like how i've learnt that i'm actually bad at concealing my feelings, contrary to what i've always believed.twice in the

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-55379137730090551612011-06-14T16:00:00.002+08:002011-06-14T16:36:48.213+08:00

the thing about being a solider- as least one in combat- is that it pushes you to explore limits of yourself that you never knew existed.and only after you have crossed the peak and look back across the plains you have traversed, that you think yo yourself "wow, that was a dark place i was in"you can't quite remember what got you through, or wherefrom the strength you drew, but that you are

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-52634701148869140092011-05-23T21:35:00.002+08:002011-05-23T21:47:01.394+08:00

a few days ago i had a weirdass dream.i like the feeling of dreams ending.i rarely wake with a start; its usually the sensation of tug-of-war between reality and dreams..it feels a little like inception.my dream is a perfect world albeit one without rules and reason, an upside down world without gravity or consequence. but we never realize the impossobility of our dreams until we see them in

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-77419131741454343312011-05-09T16:39:00.002+08:002011-05-09T16:50:45.833+08:00

I was thinking about Mr Chiam and how he must have felt that night.I always feel more for the lesser characters, those whose grief are not trumpeted to the world.I wonder how he would have felt, his failed gamble, and perhaps more at the loss of his party in his longtime fortress.did he feel betrayed, at the 50% that jumped ship, did he regret venturing out, did he feel like this was an unfitting

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-7945034274984100102011-05-05T11:12:00.003+08:002011-05-05T11:40:53.585+08:00

what annoys me is that at the end of the day, people are just unable to recognise how blessed they are to have what they have. and they fail to recgognise that there will always be trade-offs no matter what government you have. but the nature of humans is such- to ever search for a nom-existent perfect, wallow in perpetual discontent, and whine whine whine.its the shallow idealistic who think

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-53327574433043827732011-05-03T20:58:00.011+08:002011-05-03T21:27:09.527+08:00

it's easy to criticize from the comfort of your armchair, in the house you own, on internet infrastructure not found in many countries, on phones, laptops, and other forms of technology that put you in the top 10 percen of the world's rich.it's easy to criticize the architects of our systems, easy to fault them for the tough decisions they've made, the people they've hurt, wrongly or

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-148904882920973362011-05-03T20:41:00.002+08:002011-05-03T20:50:24.480+08:00

i have an agnes b bracelet that has the label 'think' .i got it because the theme resonated with me- too many people go through life not contemplating their actions and decisions, and one of my pet peeves are people who have low situational and self-awareness.but recently i've begun to think that there really isnt that much value in the consideration we give things after all. questions beget

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-15388209253729956182011-05-02T16:31:00.002+08:002011-05-02T16:47:41.309+08:00

Tous les méchants sont buveurs d'eau;C'est bien prouve par le déluge [The wicked are great drinkers or water,as the flood proved once and for all]high-handed and arrogant was never really an issue with me,because it was done on a scaffold of superior intellect and experience.A proven track record and august credentials lend authority to the tone by which the incumbent chastised the hopeful.but

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-70536053650209765682011-05-02T02:50:00.002+08:002011-05-02T03:03:01.725+08:00

when the modern guy lacks i think, are the olde worlde attributes that used to define manliness.Hardly any guy i know, myself included, still posses that kind of charm and chivalry that used to be so prized a trait in men.gentlemanliness, i think is the single most lacking trait in men, especially asian men. we just don't have it in our culture.more than opening doors and pulling out chairs, its

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-2912772499403040692011-04-30T18:56:00.005+08:002011-04-30T19:10:31.151+08:00

earlier today dad was commenting about how sad it wasthat children no longer play in the sun.he was referring to one of those olden-style funfairs that had been set up outside century square.he mentioned how when he was a kid , children went crazy over those rides and begged their parents to take them.but little kids these days tote ipads and iphones and shrink away from sun and sweat, not to

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-36131658746349051382011-04-17T18:52:00.002+08:002011-04-17T19:18:14.086+08:00

so what happened was that on friday an hour before book out,it suddenly struck me that i wasn't nearly as excited/pleased about it as i used to beabout my station now-a strange experience, a mix of motivation and demotivation,constantly torn between extreme action and simultaneous malaise,languid body and inert mind.and an overwhelming and inescapable notion that all pleasure (if any) is

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-70010150388700518842011-04-10T01:23:00.001+08:002011-04-10T01:25:33.974+08:00

happy birthday cons,some things will always keep changing,other things once established never alter.

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-25549480253362385972011-03-27T20:01:00.002+08:002011-03-27T20:17:37.402+08:00

The world seems to be burning tonight,if you close your eyes you can almost hear the wails from the other side of the world.in our little paradise we remain most isolated, with nary a whisper of wind,the rush of a wave.but i think that the tremors reach us in subtle waves, the trepidation of things to come,a sense of our frailty; the fragility so easily shattered.and often i stop and wonder, by

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-53145966145731745412011-03-20T18:51:00.002+08:002011-03-20T19:00:10.461+08:00

last night out with B and R was a small step into memory lane-it seems like forever since that fateful night we went night cycling -and other good times like ubinand bangkok too..and it hasn't been that long, just a coupla years,but life is not categorized into life pre-army and life nowand pre-army seems like a lifetime ago.and don't we all miss those daysarmy life has been an exercise in

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-57540580730864843302011-03-06T20:41:00.002+08:002011-03-06T20:53:58.249+08:00

The corruption begins slow, a quiet whisper- a suggestion.An exchange of views, why nots, turning to look the other wayA little compromise, the devil does not immediately reveal itself;the days wear on, the nights are long, but the facade maintains for now..till the cracks appear in the wall, a slip here and fumble there,friendly reminders from the past that pull you back, you hesitate-for a

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-78619064464337460112011-02-26T23:27:00.001+08:002011-02-26T23:30:15.865+08:00

my heart breaks tonight, knowing that those days have ended, and soon enough a new season will begin, where people will be choosing and chosen, a time of pain and separation, letting go, and at least 2 of us wishing that we could go back to our youthful innocent days when we did not know such pain.

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-74758988081335353192011-02-06T01:28:00.002+08:002011-02-06T02:16:58.223+08:00

it scares me a little, how the days fly by didn't there use to be a longer interval between christmas and the new year?i felt like i'd just done CNY visiting, and here we are at the same once-a-year houses again.how did 2010 fly by?but,i feel like taking a holiday now,enjoy the breeze somewhere i don't need to march,sing a real song, feel like i'm free.eat some real food, think of nothing,not

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-16606903852404083562011-01-30T15:18:00.003+08:002011-01-30T15:28:29.764+08:00

wet grass beneath your feet;rumbling of growling gunfire in the distance,slipping and stumbling down a muddy slope;sinking and sliding- desperately grasping for a branch to keep you uppupils round as cats' looking searching longing to find a tree with a number on it-azimuths, mils, distance, this is only the first of many checkpoints to find,here in the dark vegetation, with the moon your only

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-36141080809252817272011-01-16T17:59:00.005+08:002011-01-16T18:47:25.368+08:00

IFIF You can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you ;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or hated don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, not talk too wise:IF you can dream- and not make dreams your master;If you

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-57253309178272172032011-01-02T02:33:00.003+08:002011-01-02T16:56:14.055+08:00

I've always ended my past years with a post reflecting on the year gone past,but this years feels quite different. Christmas and New Years came and went with hardly a whisper, but that's just one of those things about army.booking out a day before these events deprives you of any time to absorb the mood or get into any holiday spirit.still, the past 2 book outs were really enjoyable, spent with

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-49442757787538329772010-12-26T16:55:00.002+08:002010-12-26T17:39:37.012+08:00

My section's theme song we blast everydayFor those days we felt like a mistakeThose times when love's what you hateSomehowWe keep marchin onFor those nights when I couldn't be thereI've made it harder to know that you knowThat somehowWe'll keep movin onThere's so many wars we foughtThere's so many things we're notBut with what we have, I promise you thatWe're marchin onWe're marchin onWe're

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-27928386820785923912010-12-05T01:36:00.003+08:002010-12-05T01:57:24.799+08:00

truth is you'll never know your limits until you've been pushed to the very edge. and i think that few people ever truly find their limits because to do so is an individual choice, meaning that no superior officer or authority can do it. one has to consciously choose to try that much harder to reach the breaking point.the old adage still rings true, what doesn't kill you really does make you

adrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855506710412988985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859299.post-25123809078093749102010-11-28T15:02:00.002+08:002010-11-28T15:06:26.893+08:00

1. sleep2.sleep3.proper food4.music5.doing nothing6.good conversationi love the early morning runs after we wake, when the stars are still out and all is quite quiet.we can see changi airport's control tower across the sea from our stadium.every few minutes another plane takes off or lands, and i always close my eyes and try to imagine myself inside, earphones plugged in, flying off to an exotic

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1. creates in you an appreciation for the small comforts you take for granted2.cleanliness and hygiene are become a luxury often sacrificed for speed3.amused by the power-intoxicated sergeants 4.witty officers with witty reprimands 5.the sheer stupidity 6.playful vs immature behaviour7.respect 8.love coastal road runs+light drizzle9.seeing unexpeted familiar faces10.being 1 of 4 single guys in a

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At a cursory glace, it might seem that the past nine months of waiting were spent quite frivolously. But as i think about it, i feel like everything that meant anything was done. I don't regret not working, and i did have some life changing experiences after all.not really nervous, i would say excited.at every stage of my life, God paved the way for me to find satisfaction in all i did.No reason

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A Mother's Journeysee this, don't forget to activate captions

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Straits Times : "Still, isn't humanity more lost than ever, given how many people are losing jobs, consuming insatiably and struggling to find their true selves?"Dr Moises Naim:"You're talking about the global middle class. And yours is a very Singaporean way of looking at the world. But when you're undernourished and don't know if you're one illness from bankruptcy, you don't have a lot of time

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early this morning we were at the airport to send En off to Vietnam.i recognized some of the teachers from my time, and no wonder, because some of them look even younger than i remembered.being constantly surrounded by kids does that to a person i suppose.i haven't been back to the primary school for the past 7 years because after awhile everyone is gone and no one remembers you ..but at the

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i realized today that i actually like TOPMAN a lot.as much as i'd like to think that i've outgrown topman and all its high fashion ripoffs, and the masses of adolescent wannabes that worship there now, i realize that in fact i really do like topman clothes, the shame of it.it still remains the one store that i always find hard to exit without a bag in my hand.whaaaaaaat.

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i've been detecting slight changes in my perspectives since i've been back.Among other things, i no longer have a desire to travel far and wide to see beautiful places i.e. europe/america..and this is significant because i think there was a point of time when i really wanted to.santorini, greeceBergamo, Lombardy, ItalyManarola, ItalyVeniceRialto bridge, Venicealso Florence, St. Barts, the Amalfi

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i've been back for slightly more than a week, but i still don't feel like i'm fully back.not least because the kids are still emailing/calling/messaging me, and i've been busy delivering the cards and gifts they tasked me to distribute to their other friends in singapore.but anyway.it's not as straightforward as realizing that we lead blessed lives and learning to be grateful for what we have.

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its 1am, i just finished packing for an early flight tmri read somewhere , that the reward for loving people is not the positive reactions they give for our love, but ultimately, the smile of God on our lives.liked this movie very much, and this was my favourite scene. watch it, be patient, wait for the song. there's even a kiss at the end.i've been playing with adobe illustrator.over the past 5

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i've heard this story before but i still think its amazing.ian boon called last week to ask me to join sing opens, which reminds me that its been almost a year since i watched the sing opens finals between mo'chi and that pinoy team, and about a year since i started frisbee. at one point of time it really was a big part of my life. also,thank you bennett for the skype tonight, you said exactly

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i've actually realized why tumblr is so popular. with all the quotes and beautiful pictures stories that fly around, its amazingly easy to find something you like or can identify with, which also makes you then realize that there are countless people out there who feel what you feel, and who think just like you.'like this one, which reminded me of the bintan night when we saw all the stars. The

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love this. despite all the bad singing.i'm still thinking about the man i met 2 nights ago.i distinctly recall him telling me 2 years ago that he was separated from his wife and the kids went with her.but when i asked him 2 nights ago, he said that he didn't have kids ( not that kind of guy who wants kids)i wonder if i recalled wrongly, or that somewhere in the past 2 years things happened and he

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abby and i came across this at the museum. " Anyone who has spent a protracted period of time away from family and friends will understand the excitement of receiving envelopes which promise a lengthy letter and the subsequent 'shutting out' when perusing and re-reading a letter.""You are immediately transported to this 'space' that renders crowd, noise, and other distractions powerless".this

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tonight, i met a familiar stranger, and under familiar circumstances too.somewhere in my blog archives from 2-3 years back, there is an entry about the night i,slightly heartbroken and running in the rain, met a strange man and how we talked about love and life and then parted never knowing each other's names.tonight i met him again, in the midst of my melancholy, having completed a round of the

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like speeches like that.in the larger scheme of things, our little problems don't matter so much, however insurmountable they seem to us now.5 years on, our petty squabbles and friendship troubles really won't mean a thing, more likely written off as the ignorance of youth, yet to learn about the more important aspects of life."This is what all the work of grace aims at - an even deeper knowledge

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past 3 days were awesome.in a distraction-escapism kind of way.i met the most amazing people and saw some amazing places.singapore has some serious hidden talent.and it would be lovely to talk more about it, but there's a non-disclosure agreement in place,especially since the results have not been made public.art and beauty is really in the smallest things, everywhere.i met an important

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love the part where he swings the lantern thing.When you try your best but you don't succeedWhen you get what you want but not what you needWhen you feel so tired but you can't sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you can't replaceWhen you love someone but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will

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sometimes, we hurt the people we love not because we want to, plan to, or need to, but simply because we don't know How to love. Love isn't a universal language, like smiles are, but something very individual, varying. A gesture of love sent out isn't always received as it was intended, in the same way letters don't always reach their destinations in the same condition they were sent out.You give

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i've loved OTH since the first time i watched it almost 4 years ago, but stopped awhile back because i felt the writers were losing it.a few week backs i started again, and i've just finished s7 and went back to rewatch s 6.still as good, love the monologues, dialogues, even the way the episodes are shot. i think its a feel good movie because i watch old episodes every time i feel frustrated.

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Lessons From Life, by 90-year-old Regina BrettLife isn’t fair, but it’s still goodWhen in doubt, just take the next small step.Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch!Pay off your credit cards every month.You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.Cry with someone. It’s more healing

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thankyou pet for saturday, which was awesome fun, but also for the past almost 8 years. don't need to say more, you already know.thankyou, organiser B.shirt stealer.as much as the week was awesome, it was also super tiring. falling sick, and so tired i almost fell asleep at the table @ Foo house + udders outing last night.must rest, gear up for event next week,possibly the most exciting work i've

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love this song, bet it's gonna be another "apologize" cos bass beats and all actually sound quite similar. everyone's new fave song.the past weekend was awesome, spent with people who mean a lot.also, some people say that happiness is a choice. but these people have probably never starved to the point of death, or experienced true tragedy, or maybe even had their hearts broken. No, i don't think

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there's been some talk in the papers about using GDP as an indicator of a country's progress,the point of contention being that GDP simply measures economic growth, not taking into consideration other factors like welfare of individuals or the environment or the marginalized in society or the income gap between the rich and poor.GDP is also skewed in the sense that something that is harmful to

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i'm not really a sociable person, but once in awhile i go out of my way to make friends because i've come to realize that when you give people a chance, let them in, then sometimes they will surprise you.every once in awhile, you meet a person who gets you, odds against odds, you find a person who can stand your silences, who remembers the little things you like, who goes out of his/her way to

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i love this picture, it reminds me of disney's bambi.i think everyone has a soft spot for the things of their childhood simply because it was a happier time where there were absolutely no worries or important decisions to make or responsibilities.this morning i woke, and i didn't feel much wiser, and there weren't new white hairs... despite not being a technical teen anymore, i don't really feel

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dusk, the time of the day when sunshine fades.Tonight's conversation reinforced the lesson which i think God has been trying hard to teach me for the past 2 years but i've only begun to learn in the past week.A big part of growing older is learning how to deal with change; sometimes it's picking up something new, at other times it's letting go of something you've held on to for so long. The

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"change happens when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of changing"There is always comfort in familiarity, stepping out beyond what you're used to and have come to embrace is never the easy.Breaking out of a shell is a painful process, but without which growth cannot take place.Leave behind old habits, find new truths, take a risk, explore.this week i learnt about

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Any defense mechanism is relevant only inasmuch as it protects a person.The more one feels he has to protect, the bigger and more complex a fort he builds.A person previously injured comes back to create better and stronger forts to prevent a repeat.Some hide their fears behind walls, some their insecurities, some bad memories.Some never venture into the world beyond their walls.Some live their

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this is super hilarious, but also scary.i bet i would cry if i got a call like tt.HA.and i received a letter to go down to CMPB TMR.but i think don't need.after hearing this, i think i will call them tmr just to make sure.super funnny shit."tannery road your father ah""you are acting like one of those fellas in changi you know!""you jiak zhua ah you eat snake!"

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will avoid facebook till after world cup stops.avoid reading triumphant status updates by people rejoicing as if they had anything to do with a country winning.

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powerful.if nothing else, marketing inculcates an appreciation for good ads.

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hahah how long did it take you to realize?this is how The Noose should be done.

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today Nuo showed this to me:the fun theory:12 million views!

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ah, to fly away to somewhere coldxx and green

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my confession, the sad truth:i have always and will probably always think that mary-kate and ashley olsen are super hot.

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shanghai was impactful because of the stark contrast between what it is and what i expected china to be.as dad repeated only too many times, the development of china into what it is today, and its strength as a country allows chinese all over the world to stand proud against westerners.while i don't completely agree with this, i suppose seeing the infrastructure of the place, the scale of

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KL.

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sometimes an old friend from the past reappears.like yesterday.and updating this friend on where everyone is now and what they're doing,what has changed and what has stayed the same opened my eyes,and for a moment i saw my world through the eyes of someone who has been absent for the past 4 years.and the fact is, in 4 years we all made a leap from innocence to maturity, and in that process some

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shanghai.

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its been a week of indecision and i wish i had longer, but just for now, i'm gonna accept SMU.but from now until next year comes around, i'm gonna carefully consider what i want to do and when the time comes i'll decide if i wanna reapply for NUS/NTU.letting NUS go this time.. a part of me feels like i'm betraying what i want to do in favor of what is more practical for my future.NUS FASS, in

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interrupting my cambodia photolog with a retrospective of sorts on poly life and the past 3 years that officially ended last thursdays.in not too many words, hopefully.most legendary night of the 3 years. the events that came after this picture will always remain the funny tale we tell among ourselves, setting our official benchmark for a drunk night. this was "SHAKE IT" night. daron's 19th.2nd

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us teaching the cambodian officers how to build a bashaafter almost 4 hours of workthe significance being that we couldn't break the tough ground there in village.it was the cambodians that came up with the idea of using small rocks to break through the ground. we were the teachers, but we learnt just as much.the next morning there were intruders in our tentthis is sok rim. notice his left

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first time on the motor with Boranni asked him to spell "Lorry"" pon tier kon" literally translates into " egg, duck, baby"

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lotus flowerat the COSI farmtheir new pigsayhar went in to pluck us lotusseeds to eathunting the birdsgot away but we found the chicksat the hostelbanana and glutinous rice

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cambodia.

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more and more i find i have less and less to say, which explains why i'm hardly here anymore.with so much time on my hands, i realize that i have the choice to pursue just about anything i choose to.thus the past 2 months have been an interesting time of realizing what matters and what i love most; what i choose to apportion the most time to.this week poly starts proper , and it feels weird not

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‘When you see a painting, you usually know instantly and automatically whether you like it. If someone asks you to explain your judgment, you confabulate. You dont really know why you think something is beautiful, but your interpreter module (the rider) is skilled at making up reasons.. You search for a plausible reason for liking the painting, and you latch on to the first reason that makes

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live in a house like this:on an island like this:but the problem is that it all takes money,which is why we'll work for most of our lives to achieve our fantasies.most days, i wake past noon and eat lunch and then read the papers and watch channel news asia for a coupla hours before reading my bookssuch a sedentary life, not quite meaningful or enriching,but i'm painfully aware that after

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its the same guy? twins?hahah impossibly good timing i think, and very talented too.loved the simpsons, family guy, trueblood, OC, HIMYM.cute guy in a talented geek kinda way.

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