Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. - Hebrews 11:1 ♥
Tuesday, 29 September 2009 1:07 pm
Put your records on- Corrine Bailey Rae
this song takes you back some.
coutesy of deviantart.com
this song takes you back some.
coutesy of deviantart.comThree little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
have a listen.(right click "save target as")
http://music.kaixin001.com/pic/music/10/17/100905.mp3
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Saturday, 26 September 2009 12:12 am
new indie film on the radar!
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Thursday, 24 September 2009 1:23 am
The power of giving comes not from the pocket but from the heart.
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Saturday, 19 September 2009 10:53 pm
bad blood and lost scrolls
i tried donating blood for the first time in all of 21 years today but got rejected because my blood did not have enough iron according to the blob that did not sink in the copper sulphate solution ): and i still do not know my blood type. oh well.
in a moment of impromptu desire, i decided to catch the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibition at the arts house before it ends this sunday. yes, alone. the self-reflective, peaceful and pensieve me-time i was looking forward to was robbed by the mob of people swarming into the arts house as i neared its entrance. for a moment i wanted to turn back and leave but obviously that would have been totally dumb. well, even though i didn't get the quiet stroll i originally envisioned the visit was still rather good. museums are beautiful places, did i ever tell anyone that? it's perfect for a nice afternoon outing by yourself (minus the crowd). the Bible has been re-written and translated countless times! ok there's a figure of course but i can't remember. there are so many versions and so many languages and so many parts and so many pieces. it is unimaginable to think that this little powerful black book sitting on the shelf was such a rare and highly sought-after thing centuries ago because then, only a privileged few got to own one. and theirs were mega-sized.
after the visit, i got myself the old-school ice cream cone with the mixed flavours of corn, strawberry, chocolate etc that my sec sch friends and i used to get after school at redhill mrt. i've never realised how magnificent cavanagh bridge is. a couple was taking their wedding shots on it as i walked past. the ang-moh groom had his asian bride up in his arms while the photographer was on the ground, shouting directions for their poses from a distance away. they look quite sweet haha. singapore river had a certain nostalgic feel for a moment too as i wandered along, trying to finish my cone before the mrt entrance came up too soon. i should do this more often.
i tried donating blood for the first time in all of 21 years today but got rejected because my blood did not have enough iron according to the blob that did not sink in the copper sulphate solution ): and i still do not know my blood type. oh well.
in a moment of impromptu desire, i decided to catch the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibition at the arts house before it ends this sunday. yes, alone. the self-reflective, peaceful and pensieve me-time i was looking forward to was robbed by the mob of people swarming into the arts house as i neared its entrance. for a moment i wanted to turn back and leave but obviously that would have been totally dumb. well, even though i didn't get the quiet stroll i originally envisioned the visit was still rather good. museums are beautiful places, did i ever tell anyone that? it's perfect for a nice afternoon outing by yourself (minus the crowd). the Bible has been re-written and translated countless times! ok there's a figure of course but i can't remember. there are so many versions and so many languages and so many parts and so many pieces. it is unimaginable to think that this little powerful black book sitting on the shelf was such a rare and highly sought-after thing centuries ago because then, only a privileged few got to own one. and theirs were mega-sized.
after the visit, i got myself the old-school ice cream cone with the mixed flavours of corn, strawberry, chocolate etc that my sec sch friends and i used to get after school at redhill mrt. i've never realised how magnificent cavanagh bridge is. a couple was taking their wedding shots on it as i walked past. the ang-moh groom had his asian bride up in his arms while the photographer was on the ground, shouting directions for their poses from a distance away. they look quite sweet haha. singapore river had a certain nostalgic feel for a moment too as i wandered along, trying to finish my cone before the mrt entrance came up too soon. i should do this more often.
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Monday, 14 September 2009 11:32 pm
I am half-drowned in the constant upward swim towards seeing the light of all the chem knowledge and the heap of indecipherable information that lunged at us right from the start of this new, yet old, cycle of studying.
SO. Reading and writing have always been my paradise of escape. some people escape into sports, some into shopping and others into other things, of course. but who can fathom why i have chosen pen, paper and words or their wonderful union, or perhaps, they have chosen me.
reading sometimes stirs up a truckload of emotions and amongst them is the undeniable urge to write. like the pen forming these letters with each stroke, curve and dot can somehow quantify and validate what i am feeling inside...like how these words are the physical, eternal and marked manifestations of the inner turmoils, escalating joy and mellow dwellings of my heart. sometimes they make perfect sense...other times they make perfect nonsense. aren't we all written into being, and written off the same way?
SO. Reading and writing have always been my paradise of escape. some people escape into sports, some into shopping and others into other things, of course. but who can fathom why i have chosen pen, paper and words or their wonderful union, or perhaps, they have chosen me.
reading sometimes stirs up a truckload of emotions and amongst them is the undeniable urge to write. like the pen forming these letters with each stroke, curve and dot can somehow quantify and validate what i am feeling inside...like how these words are the physical, eternal and marked manifestations of the inner turmoils, escalating joy and mellow dwellings of my heart. sometimes they make perfect sense...other times they make perfect nonsense. aren't we all written into being, and written off the same way?
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Monday, 7 September 2009 12:00 am
the stupid internet is driving me crazy arrrgghhh!!!
grace is 21 yay! we're all oldy-mouldy now.
grace is 21 yay! we're all oldy-mouldy now.
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Tuesday, 1 September 2009 11:26 pm
check out this FANTASTIC WEBSITE!
www.lookbook.nu
www.lookbook.nu
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Yue Ying
22
NTU chem
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JesusHeart of God church
France
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Tiramisu
+ almost any cake except yam
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They make the world a better place.
binxuyun
xY
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sze
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deqi
liping
junie
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joyce tan
jiewei
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smitten kitchen
sarah's loft (absolutely lovely and worth visiting!)