k.i.T.z said

a dozen? u are seriously too kind. =)

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Monday, August 22, 2005
6:43 PM

Whee.

Okay, first of all... I apologize, deeply, to my dearest nuer Rene for having caused the rather sad demise of her handphone's contact list due to some security code issues that arose after Lizzy tried to change the SIM card so that she could use her nuer's phone.. (Lizzy's phone unceremoniously died on her. It was three bars last night! It shouldn't have K.O-ed this quickly.)

Secondly...

To my dearest classmates.. yes, I love y'all. I love you guys for all the crazy, stupid, horrific rule-breaking, heart-attack inducing things that we always seem to do to our teachers. I love you guys for all the idiosyncracies that comes with spending such a long time in four/six. I love you guys for being the piranahs that we undoubtably are. You guys have just been the maddest, bestest classmates, the wackiest individuals, and the most fun-loving people I could have been blessed to share a class with.

I know a lot of you aren't coming for Cross Country this Friday, and well, I empathize with you guys on the fact that you want to study. The prelims start next Monday after all. Some of you won't even be coming for the Teacher's Day celebrations cause to you they'd be a waste of time.

Whats on the minds of most of you right now is our impending examinations, getting into a JC for the first three months, and doing even better at the O's to secure your places to pave that path you want and carve out the good future that you envision to have.

I understand. And what I'm about to say, well, everyone's entitled to their own opinion, and this is just my two cents. I'm not writing all this to make you guys feel guilty or accuse anyone of having done anything, so if my words offend you, don't get defensive. Cause I didn't write it to put you on the edge.

Well.. yeah, alright. So. If you don't want to come for Cross Country.. go ahead. Because I wouldn't want you to be present, kick up a big fuss about not wanting to be there and be unhappy throughout the entire time thinking of how much studying you could have gotten done in the time you spent wasted on having to attend Cross Country.

Cross Country isn't a big deal to me, in any case. For starters, Lizzy is just plain mortified with the thought of running. Our class doesn't have enough representatives, so I might just have to end up running so that we can even qualify to take part in the competition. And we'd just do whatever we can for the Zany Parade, cause I know no one wants to put in the effort to make elaborate 'costumes' with the prelims around the corner. That would be rediculous.

On my part, well, I'm not exactly in an "Oh no if I go for X-Country it means that at least 4 hours of precious mugging time will be wasted." mood, so I'm going cause I don't feel the need to panic over the fact that everyone else will be mugging while I'm 'wasting my time' at East Coast, even though Cross Country really is quite a questionable use of time.. Hee. Still, hey, its the last Cross Country I'd ever get to attend as a student, and I've never not attended it before. And also, its about the responsibility factor which I shall not elaborate on.


And.. well, yeah, Teacher's Day. To me.. its a very important day. Every year I take the time to write elaborate letters to all my subjects teachers... because, hey, they deserve it. There are some teachers who aren't good at teaching, and some who make me fall asleep in class. Others who misunderstand me, and those whose teaching methods drive me nuts. But still, there isn't a single teacher who teaches me who doesn't want the best for her students. I know, they want us to do well to make themselves look good as well. But they're teachers. And yer know, the last thing I'd ever want to be when I grow up, is a teacher. Its quite sad, to have to face the verbal and psychological abuse that comes with teaching.

As a student, you should know what I mean. Its unavoidable that we always end up bitching about our teachers. I'm not saying I don't do it cause I do. There are people in the education sector that I absolutely think unworthy of even holding their current positions of power, but like Ms Lui said, while they hold that title, we have to respect them. Still, we as students use the worst words to describe our teachers, call them the most horrible names, and accuse them of being lousy and whatnot. Thats what we do. Its almost like a Singaporean culture to speak ill of anything and everything as a basis for everyday conversation. We complain about our teachers, the government, the weather.. everything that can be complained about lah.

I digress. Back to talking about Teachers' Day.. yeah. You know, I know all of you right now really just want to study? But.. even though you think ill of some of your teachers as being incapable imparters of knowledge.. now that you've already siphoned all the information you could've gotten off them, as in.. you know, most of our teachers have stayed with us for the past two years. And hey, everyone wants to take the time to study hard for their papers right? But.. who were the ones who brought us to where we were today?

Some of you might say that the teachers sucked and were never good at teaching you anything at all. But.. there's no way you could've gotten all the way here without paying attention during their lessons. And they are your subject teachers after all. They're responsible for having nurtured you into being capable of tackling the O' level questions today. Its just that now, after they've completed the syllabus, some of you might choose to decide that hey, the teachers aren't useful anymore.

I know Teacher's Day celebrations are mostly quite rubbish. And I'm not writing this on a seriously grave note to make myself sound like, "Oh, you must go for Teachers' Day celebrations cause if you don't, I'm accusing you of being an ungrateful, self-centered student who only wants her teachers around when they prove useful to her."

No, thats not my point. Though of course, if you wish to see it that way, I've nothing to say. My point is... Yeah. Our teachers have brought us this far. This is what they've spent the past the two years preparing us for. Everything they've ever done for us, everything they've ever taught us, all the work they've made us do despite our endless complaints and verbal insults, they've done it all so that when we take the O's, when we come back next year, we'd see the points we want smiling back at us. They want to be there, to take us warmly by the hand and congratulate us for having done well.

So.. Teacher's Day.
Its just a day for us to appreciate the fact that the teachers are there to begin with.
Sure some of us are cynical about them. "Must be become teacher because cannot apply for other jobs." "They're just in this for the money."
Ecetera ecetera. I myself have said these very words before.
But when I look back, just sit down, reflect and look back at the past two years of my secondary school education. I can really say that all my teachers, including Mr Ang WJ whom you guys know I seem to be bickering with all the time over this or that or the other, all my teachers have done what they've done because they want the best for us.

Sometimes they may not do it correctly, sometimes they don't even seem to know what they're teaching. But I know that everytime they come into 4/6, they come in geared up to teach us, to cram our heads full with all that ... information that we greatly require to score those A1s in the O' levels.

Its like with parents. Really, if you sat down and thought about it, its pretty much the same. I've never had many problems with my mother ever since God made his love and presence so felt in my life, so I can sympathize with those who do, cause I've been there, and screamed at my Mother over things like not being allowed to go and chase A1 in Primary school. Hehe. But when you're a teenager, you'd find that everything your mother says seems to 'clip your wings' and 'prevent your creativity from soaring' and blahblahblah. But not all of us are superbly talented artists who are being held down because our parents want a doctor for a daughter or something yer know. When you hear the phrase, 'Your mother is just doing it for your own good.' you scoff.

I was there once, so I know what I'm talking about. Some of you, however, still don't. ^_^
But perhaps, ten years down the road (though hopefully by the grace of God you won't need ten years to realize this. Some people, however, need more.) you'd come to realize the truth in these words. You may not see it now, but the things your mother say.. she didn't say it to make your life miserable.

Heh. Okay, no idea why I even talked about that, but I'm just in a reflective mood right now.

ZOOT.
Okay, Dad just walked into the house and told me that my cousin Galvin (from Temasek Sec) got 7 points for his Prelims.. Woah.. so fast get results. We haven't even started the prelims yet. :X

Alrighteh, so Bernard's going to RJ (He's in RI now, so he goes in under the Raffles Programme), and Galv's going to VJ (so he said the last I heard, a couple o' months ago), Lizzy will just go to TJ and be happy there. Lol.

Was thinking it'd be fun to go to the same JC as either one of them, but nah. None of them are going to the JCs that I want to go to. (Lizzy's choices: TJ, ACJ, MJ.)

Not that we would be comparable even if we did go to the same JC anyway. Both of them are Science students. *makes a face*

This entry is getting really really long isn't it? I feel good after typing so much. (:

Soooo. Teacher's Day to me is just a small pause, a little time to look back, and thank the people who assisted my educational walk all the way to where I am right now. Sometimes we get so caught up with life, with having to do well, with wanting to prove ourselves, with being afraid of losing out, of fearing that others would surpass us if we even took the time to have a breather, that we forget the little things in life that helped us to get to where we are today.

Depending on how you choose to look at things.. well, thats just what being a teacher is to me. After being accused of being lousy, incompetent, not fit to teach for a year, you finally get the only break you'd ever get in the year where students buy you gifts, some sincere, some just out of necessity, and say nice, flowery things to make your job feel worthwhile just that one day of the year.. Well. I don't see how it could be worth it, but still they do it. And I admire them for being able to withstand all the words they know are being thrown at them behind their backs.

For every ten good things they've done for us might have been ignored, but the solitary mistake they make can make us label them 'lousy' forever.

I regret a lot of loud-mouthed comments I make about people, about my teachers, in those spurs of moments where I let my own anger and emotions get the better of me.

But hey...
At the end of the day, I still appreciate all my teachers, because when I look back, I know that my education successes would not have been complete without them having cared for me and guided me to where I am today.

Its not about feeling guilty about the words I've already said, but looking forward and knowing that now that I have the chance, I'm gonna appreciate the last months of my secondary school life, my secondary school teachers, TK, my classmates, my friends, the building, for what its worth. Because all too soon, I know I'm going to a JC and find myself missing the great years that I've spent in this school.

Next year in January 2006, we aren't going to be the students walking into that classroom on the fourth floor. That place won't be ours to mess up and pollute with our throng of foodstuffs anymore. And the company from 2006 onwards will be very different...

I just wanted to say, appreciate what you have today. Because life's not worth the living if you don't stop to smell the flowers. (:


Alright. I'm done, I hope no one's offended by this entry, if you are, well, the heck. I didn't write any of this with intent to drive stakes into the hearts of specific individuals, so take what I've written as some food for thought, or discard it as rubbish if you think it unworthy. XP Sometimes I just get a little afraid that the words I say will end up offending someone.. but well.. I'm not like slamming the government, the school or the class or anything right? So what do I have to be afraid of? Dots. Everyone's entitled to their opinion of what I've written as well. Not everyone's gonna like or agree with what I write all the time.

I love you sixers. ^_^
I love my clique, Vonniekins. WY. Mellymoo. My Renee.
The eating gang. The crazy people who watch Edison Chen movies during recess. The muggers. The quiet people. The MEP gang. Our very, very poor prefects. Jane and her airheaded silliness...

Yeah. The atmosphere will never be recreated once we're gone.. Next week will probably be one of the last few times we have our timetable together. After that we have our papers. Then after the prelims there'd be block periods. Combined lessons with other classes and all that jazz. Before you know it we'd be off for our break and tadaa, the O's will be here. They're only like.. eight weeks? Eight weeks away after all. So yup. Our time, which I hope means something to the rest of you like it means to me, is drawing to an end very soon. We'd all go seperate ways after that, so make sure you guys all give me VALID contact numbers and mailing addresses so I can plague your mailboxes with Christmas cards at the end of the year! Hehehe.

I'd miss yer all... (:
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 gayhearts said

silly wheezy you nearly made me cry... i lub you alotalot and stop calling me mellymoo.

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Saturday, August 20, 2005
10:55 PM

Wheee. Song playing now is a nice Jazz piece (yes, you'd start realizing its Jazz halfway into the song if you didn't already click the big ole' 'X' up there to make my bloggie shut up and stop playing music that you cannot even begin to comprehend why Lizz would want to listen to in the first place.

*rubs nose* Izzy cannot be faulted for liking oldies and jazz. It much better than all the... trashy questionable excuse for music that seems to play on the radio these days. Of course.. I suppose not everything is that horrible. Like James Blunt's You're Beautiful and McFly's All About You. Sweet and awfully awwww.. Much better than all the rest of that depressing "LOOK AT ME! I'm angsting." songs and those that pretty much consist of screaming, bad drums, unco-ordinated guitar solos and generally give good business to pharmacies that sell asprin.

ANYWAY!
Say hello to my new friend!
Its only about.. er.. 5cm tall but its adorable as anything.



CUTE RIGHT CUTE RIGHT!!! Its so tiny and adorable. *SQUISH*
(Just think of an average sized hamster)


Okay lah. Its 11.22 already and I haven't even finish typing this!

Summary is,
I went for Campus today, after being sceptical about going for the longest time. Sis is currently in jubilant celebration that I've finally decided to attend it.

I liked it, Deacon Chin's preaching is very annointed, and I felt really blessed by the message because these days I kept praying for wisdom, when what I needed wasn't wisdom, but to seek after the mercies of my Daddy God and to keep myself in constant reminder that I am the righteousness of God in Christ. That if my worship is first for him, then everything will just nicely fall into place thereafter... (:

Okie. Yeah, I liked it. Was quite a refreshing change for me.. and I enjoyed myself. Just got to get rid of that little fear in me thats been around ever since I unceremoniously started boycotting youth service two years ago and the youths in general. TeenZeal was.. different.

Still, Campus is a blessed ministry, and its one I know I can definitely draw from to help me along in my daily walk with God... It doesn't matter that they're taking 'A' levels and I'm taking the 'O's.. God still blesses his people anyway. He loves us all and he'd never let us fall, cause what we're standing on is solid ground mann.. :)

Felt really touched today, by God.. In the Amethyst room on the forth floor before Campus, when the J2s were just worshipping God and I was just well, joining in and stuff.. I just felt like crying.. Cause I could feel him loving me. And my God was just talking to me, even in the elevator as I was going up I could feel him telling me, because I was so sceptical and all. The voice said, 'Why do you doubt me?' and despite my initial fears I could hear Him telling me not to be afraid, because He knows what I'm afraid of. And hey, my God is bigger than any problem the world can throw at me, yeah? =)

Sooo.. yup. Will definitely go back to Campus. X)


OKIE. Sleeping time. G'night. God bless yew.

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Friday, August 19, 2005
8:56 PM

NYAHAHA.

Okay, not much to blog about at the moment actually...

Just.. [official 4e6 joke]
"I CAN DO IT!"

I love my Mellymooo.. (Mel: Why is Von called Vonniekins and I'm Mellymooo?!)
I don't know. I suppose you might call it an unfortunate accident that it rolls of my tongue so nicely.. *attempts to avoid the onslaught of pebbles*

ANYWAY.
Heard about their oral topic today. So nice. Busking and performances and musicals and whatnots.. so my kind of topic!

Still, God's favour is upon me no matter what topic I had to do, aye? :)

Dear Jerry's staring at me waiting to be fed.. Shan't keep my kitty waiting.

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12:51 PM

Sitting in the com lab now.

Rene, Mel and I terrorized Von's blog. She hasn't seen it yet but I better start preparing for the parang wounds that might just unceremoniously arrive thereafter.

For some reason yesterday's post isn't showing. Anyway, to all my lur-ver-ly classmates who are taking oral today.

I LUB YOU!
You guys do well okay. (:

Today is Janicia's birthday, but the poor girl's sick. Get better soon birthday girl. We bought her a little miniature double bass. Its adorable.

Okay. Time for Amaths.
I love 4/6...
Lizzy's happy today. ^___^

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Thursday, August 18, 2005
11:53 PM

Wow..
Blogger's finally decided to load after an hour.
Still, can't fault them for having to give us downtime when its all for our benefit anyway.

Had English oral today.. Hmm. Really unexpected topic - those supermarket five-minute grab-all-you-can competition thingies. Prayed for favour to see me through it. I know God has blessed me with the ability to speak well, but his presence in my life, his favour, is worth more in weight of gold than any amount of my own ability.

So yeah, supermarket passage, supermarket picture, supermarket question. And oh, the last one being something like 'Even the best laid plans do not always ensure success.'

Fwee.

Other than that, did nothing else except totter down to my cousin's place after oral to have tuition and note more of his odd little idiosyncracies. Like drinking tea out of a beer jug and actually managing to drain the entire contents of said jug.

Well, boys are boys aren't they? o_o;


In other news, heard VS is going co-ed. Must be a horrifying thought for the boys... and their parents.

Wonder how they're gonna even out the ratio.

Still, guess if it becomes a feeder school to VJC, parents would flock to send their daughters there.


Lizz is very, very sleepy now. She wishes y'all a goodnight, and a blessed day tomorrow. (:

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
9:58 PM

"Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment."
Bejamin Franklin

Alrighteh.
Plugging stuff tonight.

But first, does anyone have JJ Lin's 一千年以后 mp3? :D Lol.

Okie dokes. Came across this upcoming movie while surfing a coupel of random livejournals, and oooooh. I must say that it certainly looks like my kind of book. And the trailer was rather intriguing. Also looks like my kind of show, for that matter. :D

Elijah Wood's the lead actor, so uhmm. all deep set blue-eyed fans.. yer be knowing what I'm talking about, aye?

Hmm. Everything is illuminated.
Must see about getting that book sometime soon.
*nods*

Not exactly an Elijah Wood fan, but Lizzy has a deep love for all things WWII. (Building up my collection of WWII books... That and Pratchett takes up most of my Kino fund, as well as the odd manga here and there..)

Well, check out that link I guess, gonna go back to doing weeell... whatever I was doing before I started blogging.. *scratches head* Now what was it...



!!!
Oh dear. Forgot to publish. The time now reads 10.54PM even though I supposedly started writing at 9.58PM.

Kinda distracted tonight. :P The March of the Penguins trailer is very awwww too. 3 cheers for National Geographic! Woohoo.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
5:39 PM

Its a lover-ly lover-ly daaay...~ (one can tell that I've been watching too much A Series of Unfortunate Events. It seems that everyone in the show has a teensy little problem with the nice and accurate pronunciation of that word.)

AHHHH. I'm absolutely in love with King of Heaven. Kitz is going to be horrified (again) when he reads this and sees that its been on loop for three hours. I'm sorry, but the lyrics of this song just jumps out at me and touched me so deeply that I just can't seem to let go of it. It was the song that brought me peace regarding my Chinese grades, and I keep singing it in school all day.

Although.. I think waiting for the church to release another worship album will see me to the day I graduate from JC.

Deeeeeedumdeeedeedoooooo..

I love my Jesus. *hearts*

Physical circumstances cannot touch me.
Not when my God is there to hold me up.

Shall elaborate more later.. am just in a sappily happy mood at the moment.

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Monday, August 15, 2005
7:41 PM

Sometimes the things of this world just tires me.

Sometimes I just feel pity for the individuals who are walking in this life, lost - when there's a God out there who can do so much in their lives and bless them bountifully... and the girl down here who's resting in her Father's grace yet afraid to share the good news that hey, I have a God who loves me very much. He loves you too, no matter what it is that you've done, even if you love yourself, or you hate yourself. If you're good, or you're bad. If you've intentionally done wrong things, or unintentionally, he still loves you. And he wants to be a blessing in your life.

I want to say that. I look at the lives of people around me, people I love, and sometimes I'm absolutely bursting, to tell them, hey, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. Sometimes really horrible mistakes, but my God loves me. And in my darkest hour, he always sees me through. Even when all hope is lost, he never, ever abandons me.


Pity, is it pity? Sometimes. That I feel for the individuals who are so scared of even themselves, that they have lost all hope in trust.

The ones who put on that facade when they know that people are watching, and cry behind their own masks of self-hatred and loathing.

The ones who are so afraid to let others surpass them, for fear of losing out in the rat race that is predominantly, a Singaporean trait.

The ones who have forgotten how to love, or have never known, for what they see the world as is one that only loves them for their grades, for the talents that they do not possess, and the abilities that they wished they owned, that others may look upon them in awe and think of them as a person of value.

And I see them all.. And I know God wants to reach out to them, to touch their hearts like he's touched mine. To change my life as he has brought mine around from the turning point back when I was in sec2, when I thought all hope had abandoned me and all I craved for was the attention, for someone to love me.. and if not, for a death so that I might be remembered.

And I know how far my God has brought me since then.

Still not perfect.
Will never be.

But there's a God who loves me in spite of my imperfections, in spite of my downfalls, and still he picks me up and dusts me off everytime I fall, wiping away the tears that fall each time I hurt myself or graze my knee.

My Jesus loves me.

And I know he loves you too.




Just.. wanted to say all that, in a heartfelt moment, of what I cannot describe as sorrow, or anger, or just the plain, sudden realization that not everyone sees the world the way I do. That sometimes, you wonder where other people get their ideas from. Sometimes it hurts to think that thats what others see in you, but then I look back and realize that hey. In the eyes of my Jesus, I'm righteous. And no matter what people think of me..

I'm still the righteousness of Christ.

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Sunday, August 14, 2005
10:08 PM

I feel loved. I feel loved. I feel loved.

Church was great today.
The guest speaker, the Norwegian pastor, was hilarious and really annointed. He preaches just like Pastor Prince! Lol.

Worship today was wonderful.. I couldn't stop crying as we sang King of Heaven (assuming thats the title.. its one of the new songs written by the Music Ministry)..

Who is there like you Lord
Clothed in strength and beauty
Marvelous, so wonderful to me

You who calmed the tempest
You who made the blind see
Mighty is your hand to deliver me

King of heaven, exalted above all
My victory my song
Great in majesty and glory

King of heaven, you're worthy to be praised
All honour to your name
Jesus reigns forever more.

Who is there like you like
Cothed in strength and beauty
Marvelous, so wonderful indeed

You who calmed the tempest
You who made the blind see
Mighty is your hand to deliver me

King of heaven, exalted above all
My victory my song
Great in majesty and glory

King of heaven, you're worthy to be praised
All honour to your name
Jesus reigns forever more.

AHHHHHHHHHH. Its such a beautiful, beautiful song. The lyrics are probably a little inaccurate. Its based on memory and Kitz's recorded rendition of it.. Though I doubt he'd appreciate me playing it here or anything. Lol.

Still, I'm listening to it cause its a really great song and it really touched my heart today. The tears just kept flowing because all I could think of was the fact that my God is so, so good. So great, so wonderful. And that regardless of what lies before me... My God is true to his children. He will never leave me hanging, and he will not let me be defeated.

I will reign in life, because He is my God. I don't want to rely on my talents. I don't want to rely on my own abilities. I just want to put my trust in him, and wherever he leads me, I will go.


These past two days I've just been soaking myself in the word... and yeah.. I just know in my heart that my God is still here, he's never abandoned me, and greater things lie ahead. He will never leave me hanging. He will never let me fall. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For my God is with me. His rod and his staff, they comfort me. And never once will he let me go.

If my God is for me, then who can be against me?

And I keep listening to the messages that stress on the importance of speaking in tongues. I just kept absorbing myself in it till I felt the peace, the release.

Got quite upset over a very minor and immature issue earlier... and as much as I wanted to throw a tandrum and sulk my way through it, the voice kept telling me to keep speaking. Keep speaking in tongues. And even though outwardly I didn't want to, I just did it. I kept speaking in tongues.. and after a while, I just felt myself being set free. A smile just crept across my face, and suddenly, even though nothing physical had changed, I was happy. No one did anything. Mom didn't say anything. I just felt immediately cheerful. And inside, I know something had changed. Something had just revealed itself in my being, someone had reached one a hand and calmed me down...


Man.. I just feel really, really loved today.

Jesus, you are my only one.
My only, only one.

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 Jim said

Hi there
Thanks very much for posting the lyrics for King of Heaven.
I was worshipping just now (about 10.30am) and this song popped in my brain, and praise God for that, and for your initiative to post this.
Curiously reading through your blog along the way, I must say I am encouraged to read of your faith. I am also one of those who like.. "power to You Jesus, my Lord and my King, the treasure of my heart".. been attending New Creation for 4-5 years ever since I got called back to the Lord after a long desert period in hell, and recently He called me back to my old church. Well praise God for His grace and mercy to me, and for believing I would make a difference. Sometimes it gets a bit tough going - you know I think I am about the only one there who believes strongly in the righteousness of Jesus for us as all in all by the blood of the Lamb : that church and many others are still like kind of ..duhh.. whatchya talking about again? And had some resistance when I shared last Friday.
Well in short, it IS uplifting to read the testimonies of another entrenched in Christ Jesus, our King of Heaven. I feel encouraged just reading your testimonies.. as said to Elijah:"i have 7000 more righteous ones in the city: you are not alone". Praise the Father for His tender loving mercy and ever present kindnesses, which I claim as my right by virtue of Jesus.
Jim Wong

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Saturday, August 13, 2005
8:17 PM

Nyahahah!

Just read Rene's blog. Goodness. Char is so chio. Tsktsk. Rene you better cough up who the laopeh is since the laobu cannot be held responsible for her prettiness.

Oh but yes, the nyahaha was mostly for the fact that our class actually won the 3rd prize in the face-painting competition (school's questionable excuse for National Day celebrations).

I mean, no offence to anyone. Zhaoey, Zara and I were after all, responsible for turning poor Shu Wei into a undesirable mass of red and white. But. HOW DID WE WIN THAT? HAHAHA. They probably awarded points for enthusiasm or punctuality. Since we were the first kiasu class to rush Shu Wei down after smearing everything on and hoping it looked presentable.

Lol. Thoroughly amusing. Hearing the annoucement over the PA system on Friday morning was hilarious.

"HAH?"

"What?!"

"We won?"

Goodness.. Only my fellow sixers would understand my heartfelt sentiments as I amuse myself over this. After all.. we are.. 4/6. Well reputed for reasons I won't even begin to mention. Lol.

Still. I LOVE MY CLASS. *feels surge of prideful loyalty for 4/6*

Even if all the school could afford to give us were cheap ballpoint pens that were dubious in their ability to function.

Bwaha.
Love you people.


Anyway! Today was a good day. Stoned at home all day, saturating myself in Pastor's messages.. Went to the market in the morning, yer know, the one in Bedok opposite TJC. I would probably go to TJ just for the close proximity to all that glorious food.. :x

Well, apparently, in my sleepy morning stupor, I actually agreed (according to my dearest mother, of course) to go marketing with Mom, an activity I have not done for what I presume to be six or seven years. Ate the yummylicious prata. And have I mentioned that the tau huay there is fantabulous? ^__^

Mom's always faithful to the same old stallholders, who recognized me, in a very vague sense, as the little girl who used to totter after Mommy and lug the crazily heavy bags of vegetables for said Mother. After six years, those crazily heavy bags of vegetables do not seem so heavy after all. Although this might be due to the fact that we now buy far less groceries and the vegetable comes in one plastic bag and not three.

Going to the market after so long was a cheerful experience, especially now with the study of biology on my belt and tons of chicken guts everywhere for me to fascinate myself with. Mused over the fact that it had been long since the last time I saw a pitiful, pale, naked chicken being decapitated, and have come to a conclusion that the study of Biology tends to give a slightly morbid sense of curiosity when it comes to animal anatomies.


Went to Sitzlers with Mom last night to drown my already absent sorrow in salad. Have a slight twinge of regret that I didn't go for Bible Study, but Kitz is blessing me with the CD when its released. Pastor Lian is a really annointed individual. *nods*

Came home last night and was still feeling slightly morose about things, but I went to Kitz's blog and read his entry on Pastor Lian's message... and man.. just reading it made me feel so much better.

Goodness, I just like copying and pasting everything here because trying to quote a mere section of it would be too difficult.

Just go read the entry for yourself (:

"But I choose to say, now, in the midst of my situation, God, You art a shield for me; my glory and the lifter of my head. Just like David."


My problems may look big, but my God is bigger.

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Friday, August 12, 2005
2:52 PM

Sitting here, placidly popping chocolate like an Oompa Loompa deprived of cocoa beans and having had nothing more than the fridge, and the house basically, could offer. A cold hot dog and a handful of oily biscuits.


Idily musing to myself and realizing that I'm not as strong as I'd like to be, not as stoic in the face of adversity as I always believed I could have been. Can't remember when was the last time I cried, I do not believe my memory often functions to serve such purposes. Disappointing.

My first thought was, God, why?
Felt like SYF all over again.

Then I thought of Mom, and lao shi, both of whom supported me 100% of the way and were always there to encourage me.

Its so ironic. So very ironic.

Guess I've got to iron out the result slip later. I did, crush it up and throw it against the wall after all. Never felt such a lack of control when it came to my outward emotional appearance before. It was quite, horrible, by Lizzy standards.

In any case, thanks to my classmates, those of you who were there and tried to cheer me up.
Congratulations to all of you who've achieved your desired grades.

Special thanks to Von, who never attempts to coddle me. I definitely appreciate the fact that the rest of you care... (thanks for the choc Sonia ^^) the ones who came up to me thereafter and offered wods of encouragement and support. But Von.. well she's just so normal. And I'm just comfortable with that.


Tomorrow will be a better day. (:



edit 3.15pm
Tomorrow there shall be no more tears, for God gave me laughter and a song in my heart.

Can't stop the tears from flowing now, as I tell Mom and Sis my grades.

Mom is unbelieveable. She's indescribably unbelieveable. and dad is just being the asshole he always is at the moment.

...

I can't believe my mother.
God I just can't stop crying right now.

Told her my grade, told her I wanted to go out for dinner. (Liz actually wanted to cook pasta when she got home. Cooking is very therapeutic you know. Anyway frying something would've calmed me down somewhat. But nooooooooo. Not only is there not a single slice of bread in this house, or anything readily edible whatsoever except tons of chocolate and a bunch of unripe bananas, there is no pasta sauce at all. *feels miffed*) Have a mild pasta craving. Sis is unhappy with me right now.. "What? I thought your chinese is better than mine?" She got a B4, or a B3. Or something.

So I digress.
Asked Mom if she was working late tonight, since in time of trouble what does Lizzy do? Talk to Mom. Well of course, talk to God first. But Mom's my blessing from God.

And Mom's reply was..
"Not working late, lets go out and celebrate, at least its a pass."

Argh. Even typing that makes my eyes swim with tears again.

Bleh. Okay, just can't stop crying right now.

I'd update again when I'm feeling less raw inside.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005
10:12 PM

The irritable melody of this year's National Day theme song is floating happily through my cranium accompanied by pink ponies and fluffy purple clouds. Let's reach out, for the SKYYYYY...

The after-effects for having had to endure listening to it every five minutes as the clan of us O' Level students norMaced around sunny Singapore. (def. norMac; a normadic Mcdonald hopper, generally students awaiting the embrace of their respective national exams who are seeking studious refuge in the likes of fastfood joints and other generally uluated places, where they can unabashedly purchase a SGD$1.95 cup of Coke and comfortably settle themselves into those cheerful vinyl seats from the break of dawn to the yawn of dusk.) (PS: Or if you're even more thick-skinned like us, we seldom reach into those pockets of ours to even dig out $1.95 to give an impression that we even have the right to be there.) (PPS: This is generally acceptable behaviour for us experienced norMacs.) (PPPS: the term NorMacs is patented to Lizzy and Rene, mostly Rene, to whom inspiration struck as she was crazily frolicking about in the sea yesterday while the sun fried her brain and the uncomfortable seats of our rented bikes mercilessly offered her a less than comfortable massage. )


Dumdumdeedeedeedooo.

TODAY!
I THANK GOD FOR FAVOUR. (:

"Blah, blah, blah"

Lol. Just as well, Flattery gets to me and makes me really, really embarassed. Proud of course, happy, but more embarassed than anything else.

There'd always be people like Mr. Ang to keep Lizzy's feet cheerfully rooted to the ground.

Not too inclined to post it here for no apparent reason, since I just don't feel comfortable with typing it out at the moment, I'd just leave it as that.


Ate Thai Express (again) for lunch. This is the third time in two weeks that I've had Thai food. Still love it though. ^__^ Not much of fan when it comes to spice, but I still *hearts* Thai food nevertheless. Two trips to Thai Express and one to Siam Kitchen. Honestly speaking, Siam Kitchen is a family favourite. We all love to eat there, but somehow Vonnie darling prefers her Thai Express much better. I like both, but Siam's olive rice is definitely more fragrant, and the mango salad is presumably better as well. The service offered at Parkway's Siam Kitchen branch is the most effecient I've encounted to date, with its latest outlet, at Suntec, being one of the most unprofessional, slow and generally unsatisfying customer service Mom, Sis and I had to have the displeasure of coming face to face with.


Chinese O' Level results will be released tomorrow. They'd be posted to school by morning, but its a TKGS principle to only release the results after school.

I refuse to believe the image I see when I close my eyes, because if I start to see that happening, I'd once again be depending on my own self-effort, and be relying on my own capabilities.

And I know how 'capable' I am when it comes to my Mother Tongue.

Already left it in my Father's hands.
No matter what comes my way.
Lord, I may not have the faith, but you have the power.
I may not have the strength, but you are my strength.
I may not be able to see it, but I know its already mine.
Thank you Lord for having given me the best.
It is not the grades that I see in front of me.
If success is measured in grades, the man who came up with that conclusion is a very shallow man indeed.
I can do all things to Christ who strengthens me.

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9:57 PM

The irritable melody of this year's National Day theme song is floating happily through my cranium accompanied by pink ponies and fluffy purple clouds. Let's reach out, for the SKYYYYY...
The after-effects for having had to endure listening to it every five minutes as the clan of us O' Level students norMaced around sunny Singapore. (def. norMac; a normadic Mcdonald hopper, generally students awaiting the embrace of their respective national exams who are seeking studious refuge in the likes of fastfood joints and other generally uluated places, where they can unabashedly purchase a SGD$1.95 cup of Coke and comfortably settle themselves into those cheerful vinyl seats from the break of dawn to the yawn of dusk.) (PS: Or if you're even more thick-skinned like us, we seldom reach into those pockets of ours to even dig out $1.95 to give an impression that we even have the right to be there.) (PPS: This is generally acceptable behaviour for us experienced norMacs.) (PPPS: the term NorMacs is patented to Lizzy and Rene, mostly Rene, to whom inspiration struck as she was crazily frolicking about in the sea yesterday while the sun fried her brain and the uncomfortable seats of our rented bikes mercilessly offered her a less than comfortable massage.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
9:17 PM

LOVE LOVE LOVE!

Everyone should read the newspapers! Liz is actually promoting the patriotic propaganda thats been gracing the Straits Times for the past two days, so do at least, make a visual effort to go and read about how repetatively clean and safe and multiracial our whole country is.

Though, the most important bit of the papers would be Inside Track, Straits Times guide to Singapore which comes with your copy of 9th August's paper.

It is most interesting, especially the History bits inside which may interest my fellow sixers, and perhaps, other students of the highly factual South-East Asian History syllabus.

Very interesting read, this 160 page supplement that comes wow, absolutely FREE! with your copy of Tuesday's Straits Times, assuming you, of course, being assumably patriotic, own a copy of it.


Anyway, I had a rather.. odd haircut at Far East Square today. Mom somehow managed to happily skip me down to the CBD area during lunchtime in my unglorious red tank-top and berms to that heavily office-worker infiltrated place just to get my hair very carefully tended to by a slightly gu niang hairdresser who takes alot of pride in his work. *nods head solemnly*

By the way, the Horlicks dinosaur (if you don't know what that is, you've gotta try it.) from Far East Square was very gorgeously sweet and lip-smackeringly yummy.


Have been trying to knock my urge (none too gently) to make layouts and get it to quieten down (as it whines nasally from the depths of my creative soul, seeking the freedom that alas! it cannot seem to enjoy). So have been engaging in some icon making of late, just to stem the gnawing addiction to make sprawling CGs in Photoshop over the past weeks.

LJ Icon making, requires far less time, far less energy, and Liz needs to do it to let loose anyway.

So, plugging my own creations here at my LJ, do take them if you want, credit is of course, unecessary since only 1 out of every 5 people who take the icons bother to leave a comment in appreciation of the artist's work. Not that I mind of course, just as long as my work isn't plagiarized.

*beams*

edit: 10.06pm
zooooot~
Forgot to mention the fact that my really blessed Mom has agreed to buy her really blessed daughter the preeeetttyyyyy wonderfully greeeeen iPod mini that she's been wanting and wanting and wanting for ages! LOVELOVELOVE. *hearts her Daddy in heaven* *hearts her Mommmeh*



And oh, before I forget...

HAPPY SBA DAY!
I LOVE YOU!
Dilly, Ting, Baya, Jan, Vera, Fary, Mai, Mirah, Cait, Suat.

Yeah.
SBA's the best thing that's ever happened to me in TKGSSB, and I thank God for their presence, for their friendship, and for their endless support and being that unwavering pillar of utter craziness.

May we remember this day forever, the Esplanade rooftop, and the promise we made to each other. (:

YOU GUYS ROCK!

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 k.i.T.z said

yeah! u should have skipped the muvo and got the ipod straight away.. hehex.. welcome to the ipod club!

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
10:27 PM

You finally find.. you and I collide.

Patriotic emotions are running high here in Singapore, for another hour and a half, at least.

And since I myself, as unlikely as this may seem, feel equally proud to be Made in Singapore this bee-yew-ti-ful evening, let me plug this link, which I got to from Kitz's blog, and strongly encourage you to download Kit Chan's soulful rendition of Home.

Home has to be one of the most memorable songs that has emerged from the National Day celebrations of ah.. the recent decade. One of the cheesiest has to be that rediculously distasteful one they made us sing in school that day.. There are five stars arising, out of the stormy sea....

As much as this year's song didn't leave a very deep indentation on my being, (despite the fact that I had to endure the torture of having to listen to it being palyed every five minutes in McDonald's on a daily basis...) it still beats, five stars emerging from the murky watery depths of East Coast Beach..

Actually watched Shooting Stars, mostly to laugh, snigger and waggle my finger at my flat-screen plasma tv, which is, on most days, quite neglected by Lizzy. And Full Circle after that. Full Circle, quite unlike Shooting Stars, had at least, a commendable plot and decent acting.

Watching Full Circle was a little touchy for my Mom, who is herself, adopted. In the scene where the Malay half of the twin sisters told her parents that 'it didn't matter if she was adopted or not, she was happy that she had her foster parents', my Mom made a quick disappearance into the kitchen with the unmistakable tinklings that dishes were being washed.

Still, Mom has not had an easy childhood, being not only adopted, but the eldest sister to five other siblings. She pesevered, and came through it. God bringing her to the successes that he has multiplied and called upon her life today.

Man, just sitting here typing this, I'm really really really thankful to my Daddy in Heaven for having given me such a great Mom.

She seriously, seriously is, the coolest ever.

When i got my progress report back last week, a dismal L1R5 of 24 stared back at me, the suckiest I ever got in my TK existence. Truthfully I didn't mug for the Block CAs, but it was still disappointing to stare at grades that were scowling accusingly at me in the face.

When Mom picked up that slip of paper, well, honestly speaking Mom doesn't say anything about my grades. Be they good or bad, she just glances at it, signs and gives it back to me before I safely blink my eyes. I have never been pressurized to study, never been coerced into picking up my books, and never been forced off the computer even if Ive been sitting here for six hours with my textbooks lying forlornly on the table.

So yes, back to what I was saying. Mom picked up the slip, stared at it, looked at me and said with finality.

"Its going to get better."

And I knew what she meant. It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a 'You're going to work harder and do better, aren't you?' thing. It was simply a fact. She knew what she was talking about, I knew what she was talking about. She wasn't talking about my abilities. She was talking about a God who had abilities way greater that anything Lizzy could ever muster.

And in that one moment, I felt really secure in my position. The 24 points were still there, but there's someone greater than those 24 points, and He's watching over me.

*feels fuzzily loved*

And then there was that other incident, in the car on the way to school, just as we were turning around the bend at the traffic light.

Mom suddenly went,
"You know what, don't let the grades get you down. Don't let what other people say affect you. Even if everyone around you is stressed, there is no need for you to be stressed. Even if people say you can't do it, don't listen to them. Because you can't, but God can. And the Devil has no choice but to try and thwart God's plans in your life. The Devil doesn't act till God acts. And God has already done something good in your life.

You know what? The Devil is trying to make you feel demoralized because he knows that God has already given you the grades you want. He knows that God has given you the six points, not because you're smart, not because other people think you're hardworking, but because you're HIS child and he cannot help but give you the best."

OMGGGG.
Yes. I felt really loved there and then, not just by Mom, but by the God who loves me.

And even as I see all the critics raising their finely trimmed eyebrows at my flourishing statement, I refuse to look at myself. I refuse to look at my capabilites, I only want to look to the one who knows me, loves me, and understands me best.

Daddy God, I love you, because you first loved me.

What the world says doesn't matter, one day they'd understand too, how much you mean to me, because I first meant something to you.

THANK YOU LORD. For all the wonderful things you've blessed my life with.

Aaaand its 11.10. Enjoy whats left of your National Day my luvvies!

To all my fellow students currently studying our way to the O's/A's and general final year examinations, have a really blessed time with your books, by grace, that you'd remember everthing relevant and necessary for you to get your As.

God bless Singapore.

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Monday, August 08, 2005
10:28 PM

Lizzy watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today, and it was a very entertaining show. Tim Burton's style is selectively unique, and although not everyone can fully appreciate the complete measure of his humour, the show still shone in a very.. Burton sort of way.

Freddie Highmore is superbly talented. Pretty, pretty eyes this boy has. And the sweetest, most trusting face you could find on the silver screen. He did a really great job in Finding Neverland, and he's wow-ed the audience once more in Charlie.

Playing the role of the eccentrically nutty Willy Wonka, Johnny Depp has somehow manage to exult some sort of evil malice into the crazy chocolate maker's existence. The addition of Wonka's dismal childhood and horrific braces was a pleasant touch, though Depp was really, a little overboard in his gleamingly I-know-something-you-don't ditherings.

They changed the ending, but of course, the story still had its happily ever after.

The set was wild. Very cool. Tim Burton gets a straight 10/10 in that department. Would lovelovelove to watch it again. After all, Johnny Depp is *loveeee* and I never watch his shows less than twice. Especially Tim Burton collaborations.

^_^

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Sunday, August 07, 2005
12:45 AM

Fuuweee.

Back from Festival of Praise, am actually rather tired at the mo but guess I'd blog about things while I'm still coherent.

Firstly, thanks to Olivia and Cheeri for getting me into the queue.

The queue was horrendous. Absolutely. SCARY.

Thousands upon thousands of people.
*shudders*
Mostly youths, though, I noticed.

Delirious is a great band, and so is Hillsong. And I love Delirious' frontman's (Martin Smith) voice. The preaching was alright, somehow Sis and I have always been a little cynical when it comes to FOP. Oh well. It ended very abruptly, we thought. o_O And even though we weren't sitting with the New Creation people, the New Creation-ers positions became quite apparent when we were singing King of Majesty, cause apparently some of the actions we do in church is selectively carried out in our church and our church only.

Dumdum. Yup.

Love this particular song by Delirious.

Paint the Town Red
You know I feel there's something 'bout to break now.
You know I feel there's a city here to take now.
And it's not so tough for these ordinary hands,
When we trust someone with extraordinary plans.

You know I feel this heart's about to break now,
Cos I can see what the devil's trying to take now,
We've got this leather backed book and a freedom cry,
And we're an army of God who are ready to die.

You give us hope where hope is gone,
You fill the streets with a holy song,
We're gonna paint this big old town red.

Oh, here we come, here we come
Oh, here we come, here we come

You know I feel this sky's about to break now.
You know I feel our city's gonna shake now.
And we hear you call every woman and man,
"Ring the mission bell" and storm the gates of hell.

Miracles run from street to street
Rise up Church for a holy meet
We're gonna paint this big old town red
We're gonna paint this big old town red
With the blood of Jesus!

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Friday, August 05, 2005
10:45 PM

Hello hello.

Liz is still alive, just a little... well, occupied lately.
She has many words to say, little sparkles of inspiration that have been flying through her head, and past it as well, over the past three days.

However, words tend to fail her as she sits here, staring at the blinking cursor as she attempts to type this entry in Blogger with an extremely warped Vanessa Mae piece playing haughtily on her Windows Media Player.

School has been very uninteresting lately. It seems to me that I go to school merely for Bio lessons these days, only because Mrs Ngin hasn't finished the syllabus. Every other period seems to be just another excuse to whip out some [random school's] Emath/Amath 2004 Prelim paper to occupy myself with.


The only amusing thing that has occured of late is Ms. Lui's apparent concern for me because I've been very quiet lately and have been behaving differently, somewhat more oddly than usual.

As much as I'm flattered that my dearest Form Mistress actually notices my existence, it is very disconcerting to find that she thinks I have a problem. *sighs dramatically* And she had to bring it up with my beloved Mrs. Lim, my dearest and nearest Editorial Board 'cher, who then also had the impression that Liz had morphed into some sort of... weary, troubled, weighed down by the world and whatnot creature after the June holidays.

Most rediculous.
Rather amusing.
Somewhat funny.
But thanks, I'm fine. Really.
*beams cheerfully*

No sarcasm intended.
Liz is just stoned tonight. Liz is so stoned you could carve statuettes out of the side of her head.
She blames PMS.

Ho hum.
Life. Hmmm.
People.
Things.
Always appreciate what God has given to you.
Love like you won't get a chance to do so tomorrow.
Because every day is a new chance to show the people you love how much you really love them.

I thank...
God. For having given me all the things I love.
Mom. For having brought me up and given me the opportunity to spread my wings and fly.
Sis. For pampering me and always giving me the best.
My third aunt, who has been constantly been picking me up after school and giving me Amaths tuition whenever she herself, as a tutor has free time to spare ever since I asked for help.
My bee-yew-ti-ful cousins. Because all of you are so pretty and adorable. *pinches cheeks*
And much more.

For God has given me the best. (:

Friends.
People.
Things.

I know I'm loved. Most importantly, by Him.

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
5:23 PM

Photo post today, because this blog has seen too many unamusing entries.



Uhm, yesh, the Bleach figurines I bought a week ago. My camera was being stubborn about focusing, so it ain't exactly the clearest quality I could get. On my bedroom floor, temporarily displaced from their perch on my bookshelf (see below) with the Dream King and my deliriously cute baby photo.

And yup thats my school uniform in the top right hand corner.



Ph43r my Sandman collection! Or, part of it, that is. Am trying to sell it by the way, if anyone's interested. The full graphic novel set book 1 to 10, though as you can see, book 7 is of a different cover. Will also include Endless Nights, and can throw in Taller Tales and that latest interview book with Gaiman as well, if you'd like. For a price, of course.

And thats cute lil' Lizzy for you too.



Say hello to er, well, Sheep. I haven't named her him it. If any of yer have caught my MSN nick with that ditty mumbling that my sheep is staring at me, well, yeah. You'd now realize that Liz was actually, and is still pretty much, very sane. Its sitting on Turtle-chan and Tezu's in the background. Sheep was brought home yesterday by Dotty, who got the lovable.. er, grey mass of fluff for Lizzy from Ikea yesterday evening.



My unglorious table, and all the books I've bought in the past few months that I haven't been able to squeeze onto the shelf. Some of it, anyway. The recent ones are impatiently waiting downstairs to even begin deportation in the general direction of my room.



What Snakey's buried under. *looks guilty*
The bedraggled, strangle face of my Ikea snake is practically screaming, 'SAVE ME'.





And last but not least, everyone's favourite rabbit and her adorably inquisitive charm. *hearts*

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 Anonymous said

ARRGGHH!! I want your Bleach figurines!! <3<3<3

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 k.i.T.z said

you forgot to link the other photos to the fullblown sized ones. with the exception of the first. *grin*

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 Lizzy said

Isabel - Lol you can buy it at Suntec, Toy Room, on the 3rd floor for SGD$45. =)

Kitz - Hehe. That wasn't an accident.. I didn't want to blow up the rest.. Especially not my unglorious mess. (Hey that rhymes!)

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Monday, August 01, 2005
7:58 PM

Am eating as I type this, have spent an utterly unproductive afternoon poring over fanfiction. Good Omens rocks. If you've not read the book (Its by Neil Gaiman and the King of Satire, Terry Pratchett, whom I actually prefer over Douglas Adams, though they're both roaringly hilarious.) I suggest you go out and buy it right now, or wait till the 5th when Kino has its 20% storewide discount for members only. Anyone wanting to leech off my card is welcomed to do so.*beams* I shall (presumably) be heading down on Friday.

Bought The Classical Album from Sembawang last night. (Yer know, that CD they've been advertising on telly with all those sappy instrumental themes and operatic singing.) Very soothing, Lizzy likes.

Lizzy likes soppy, relaxing music. And jazz. Lizzy's favourite radio stations also happen to be Class95 (to the delight of Sis) and Gold90.5 (to her dismay, as well). And jazz. Lush99.5 has proved to be pretty groovy as well. Lizzy feels only minimally apologetic (to poor Dot) that her darling sister enjoys listening to oldies and semi-country music with balefully belted out ballads on Gold90.5 (which by the way, has the most boring deejays apart from FM92.4).

As such, Lizzy has no known explanation for enjoying music that is for one, much older than her, and was written long before the invention of the electric guitar. She has no idea what she's doing listening to her father's favourite radio station at the tender age of sixteen, other than the fact that she does, very much, enjoy sappy love songs.


Speaking of sappy love, for five minutes of lip-twitching entertainment, do refer to today's Life! section of the Straits Times, and read the acceptably humourous article about the charm, or lack thereof, of the local male species.

I'd say, if any prospective husband tries to ask for my hand in marriage by asking me if we ought to apply for a HDB flat, he ought to be shot, twice.

As much as Lizzy's standards for a minimally ideal husband would be 1) not to live off her bank account and 2) look after the kids, she still has certain criterias that must somehow, still be met.

*coughs*

Yes, well.

Ate at Carl's Jr for dinner last night. Let me just say that the burgers are absolutely delicious. The standard's comparable to eateries such as Cartel, and Swensens, the size of the burgers are satisfactorily yummy. The patties are juicy sweet and the onion rings ten times better than BK. In fact, don't ever eat BK again. Eat Carl's Jr. You're paying about the same price anyway. And it tastes so much better.

Its at Marina Square, in any case. The newly revamped Marina Square, which seems to be designed to confuse the casual shopper with its most intricately complicated layout.

Still, there's quite a few interesting food joints to check out, and there's Venezia ice-cream. Yumyum. Though traditionally speaking, the best gelato available in Singapore is from Bravissimo at Paragon Shopping Centre. (:


Mmm. All the songs are so.. well, pleasant that I can't decide what to put on my blog.

Time toooo say gooooooooodbyeeeee....
Nah. Too dramatic.

There's an arragement of Annie Lennox's Into The West from the LotR:RotK soundtrack, but Annie Lennox's uniquely haunting voice can hardly be replaced by a cello.

And it seems like no one's laughed at my joke in the last post. Is it too intellectual? Too un-funny? Do you not get it? *pretends to look disappointed*

And oh, on a last note, the Gladiator soundtrack is r0x0r. Hans Zimmer = genius.

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