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Monday, April 17, 2006
9:27 PM

Life. And the fragility of it all.

Technically I'm supposed to be studying for Econs now, especially since I took 2 hours off my supposed schedule (if I did delude myself into thinking that I had one to begin with) to mash my PS2. (Temptation proved too hard to resist.)

Slight morbid entry for today. Do excuse it, if you must.

Still. Let's take a moment of silence to appreciate the loved ones we have in our lives today, the ones who exist are care for us in the here and now.

Never postpone your love.

Because it's never too early to tell someone how much you love them.


I remember the days back in Primary School. She just disappeared one day. And I in my ignorance had believed the lies that they had decided to tell us. "Oh, she transferred schools."

But no. I only got to find out 2 years later in Primary 5 that she had passed away.


And then there was him, whom I never was particularly close to. But I had known him. I had sat with him, eaten with him, spoke to him. And then one day he just decided to go.

And it hurt, when I found out. Because regardless of how well we knew each other, the fact remained that I knew him. And its difficult to describe... unless you feel it in that split second for yourself, how shockingly numb it leaves you to have someone you have seen and touched in real life leave this mortal plane, forever, for good, you won't be able to comprehend that painful jolt that shoots through your system.


Then there was the car accident and a funeral. You didn't really know him either, but you stood there in stony silence with that mantra droning in your head. "Why God? He was so young."


The passing of my elderly relatives meant little to me. It was like Hooper, standing by his grandfather's bedside.

The brown, papery skin and pinched faces that graced each coffin. Old, hunched and bony figures whom I used to hug during Chinese New Year. My great-grandmother who was proud of me for reasons unknown, who used to hold my hand and tell me what a good girl I was when I wasn't.

Death.

It's funny you know, how something can become almost alien once life has left it. Mom always said I loved my pets more than the humans that co-existed in my house.

There might have been a time when she was right, when Joel was alive that is.

I know it's probably overbearing and strange for me to get so attached to a rabbit. But he was with me for seven years. And in the years before my parents realized that I needed them around and not just the money that came from them working 24 hour shifts, Joel was my best friend. He was a rabbit, yes. But for some strange inexplicable reason, he followed me everywhere. And I mean everywhere. If I went upstairs, he would dash up the stairs just to be at my feet. If I went to bathe, he would insist on coming into the toilet and sitting there as well. For seven years I cried into his fur when I sad, I swung him around when I was happy. I yelled at him when I was angry.

It was weird, I guess. He was almost like the dog I always wanted and could never have. Lol.

And when he died of a heart attack after spending a day heaving laboriously in his cage, I felt grieved. Grieved that I loved my rabbit so dearly, yet now that he was dead, with his lifeless, open eyes gazing unseeingly at me in that rigid form I could no longer bear to hold him, to touch him.

It wasn't him there anymore, I guess.

Maybe that's why I could never face death. I could never bear to be the one to have to pick up my hamsters when they died and dispose of them properly. Or when Joel died. Or Raisin.

Death just changes everything. Because when you hold that lifeless body in your hand, you know that it is nothing more now than a complex weave of carbon atoms.



Oh well. I'm ruddy sentimental sometimes.




But really, my main purpose for blogging today was to actually take the time to tell everyone who is interested enough to listen how much I really love my mother.

Mom, you do everything for me. Even though I don't listen to you and don't always keep my socks on time, clear the hangers from my room, bring up my clothes when you tell me to, clear my Dirty Corner, pack my worksheets, bathe at the right time, sometimes prioritize my friends over you, forget to do the dishes, neglect sweeping up after my rabbits.... You still love me so so much and never stop fussing over me. Making sure I have my uniforms washed and ironed on time, calling to make sure I've settled my dinner, fetch me uncomplainingly to school every morning, pack up after me, make sure there's enough food for me to cook in the fridge, enusring that I have my daily dose of dark chocolate, and countless other things that I cannot even begin to list...

Thank you Mummy, for being extra special. I love you Mom. =)


(Not that my Mother would ever read this. But. She deserves to be applauded.)



Appreciate your parents. They aren't going to be there forever.
And as much as you're there to be loved by them, so are they to be loved by you.. :)


Lol. But of course, I'm fortunate enough to be able to say that because I have a great Mom.


And I thank God for each and every moment He's given me to spend with her.
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Sunday, April 16, 2006
11:50 PM

How.. terribly.. exciting.

I think.
I think humans go into heat in April.
Someone check if more babies are born in December/January than any other month or something.

WHAT IS UP WITH EVERYONE? *looks around with haunted eyes*

Even my sister has joined the ranks of this.. crusade.


One thing I've realized is that. No matter how old you are, the thrill of new love, the unpredictability of it all. Doesn't change.

*stares exasperatedly at everything that she's had to endure tonight*

Nuh uh. Doesn't change at all.

*jabs fingers at a particular pair*

Try not to kill each other. (:





So.. another attempt at making sense gone to waste. Pity pity pity.

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Saturday, April 15, 2006
1:22 PM

So.. I did finish the layout. *glances at clock* 1.23PM. One hour and twenty three minutes behind schedule.

Still.. Here it is in it's full green glory. There's some bits of it that I'm not particularly pleased with. The only happifying notion is of course, the fact that it is green.

*critical glance*

The last one was probably nicer.. but oh well.


Mardi Gras fell on 13th April.
Which was a date I conveniently forgot...
Hmmm.
SYF 2005. Lol. God how we cried. It's all but a distant memory now. (:
The future awaits, do not dwell on what we cannot change.
Love you guys. *hugs SBA*


Time for homework. The leaflets of my education are rustling threateningly at me.

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11:00 AM

So... Sis woke up today to the horror that was New World Symphony.

Not that its a horrible piece, but the fact that Lizzy was listening to it.

So came Sis, plodding down the stairs spluttering indignantly... "What on earth are you doing listening to that?! It's completely understandable for me to be listening to New World but you?!"

And hence her rather accurate conclusion that, "You only listen to classical music when you have to play it."

I mean, I do listen to band music, but I just haven't for.. a while. Also her incredulous exclamation of, "They're playing New World again? They played it when I was there."

How.. coincidental.

There have been a great many parallels with her band experiences and mine, other than the obvious stark contrast of talent. Which she greatly possessed and I, do not.

BUT ANYWAY.

I'm loving my sister loads, who came back from JB yesterday with treasures for her beloved mei mei. A whole heap of games which I unfortunately, given the looming figure of homework, cannot play as of yet. =(

TRAGIC!

But it's something to look forward to, at least... *___*

And I really should be doing my work. Shall go attempt to finish coding the new layout by noon.

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Friday, April 14, 2006
11:48 PM

Hokay.. Mardi Gras. Photos (or whatever I managed to take before my camera fizzled) here.

Didn't get to play Deja Vu which was a waste cause Ting Zhang had to go calm himself down before it to prepare for a gorgeous solo which he did not get to play.


Met Josh (a dude I got to know online) by coincidence. Interesting how he managed to recognize me when he saw me play. Pretty amusing how he hollered my name as I was walking past him to go for our second performance at the rock wall. All Lizzy managed to give him for 3 seconds was a blank stare. Then he went: *points to self* JOSH!

And so, self-explanatory lightbulb brightened in Lizzy's head. Thank you for shouting my name as well, as weird as that must've been after the high-pitched support from my friends and juniors.. XP

Thanks to everyone who came to support. (: Beloved 33/06. Amirah. Nurbz. Han! Everyone... And my adorable little juniors. ^__^

Went to Swensens today with my caregroup.. or part of the caregroup that is. Kit had a 24 hour break from his first week of BMT today. Lol. NO HAIR! But well, had a good time just receiving from what Agnes was sharing with us, and the powerful prayer we had before we left. =)


Sooo. Yeah, pictures are on Flickr.. Think I'll upload my Dec Aussie photos soon, which I promised to many months earlier but have engaged in a process better known as 'procrastination' till now.


But moving along...

Lizzy tinkered with one of the pictures for a new layout.

Green again, yes I know. I love green.. I can't help it if every other layout I make is green. The same way MJ wears the same yellow socks every other day even though I must say, yellow and the TJ uniform green makes a rather unfetching combination you know...

Yellow is not a cute colour. =)

Anyway yeah, just used that picture because it was so underexposed and looked poseur-y enough to serve its purpose. Perfectionistic tendencies still trying to fix parts of it because no matter how long I've been staring at it (for today, 8 hours) I still know there's something to fix.

Buggerit. Wanted to finish coding by today but looks like its tomorrow already.

And there is, of course, due consideration that needs to be given to History homework, the reading of my one-inch thick Economics notes, PW, and the general importance of my... MOE-prescribed education.

Whoopee.

We'll see.

Knowing me I'll just finish the layout, as usual.

But for now, it being 12.31AM.
Lizzy merely wishes for sleep.

So...

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

~ William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 5.1

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Thursday, April 13, 2006
1:33 PM

Okay, so after nights of unsuccessful attempts to blog.. I have to resort to using Nicky's laptop, perched uncomfortably on my lap wobbling like some form of undignified jelly attempting to blog while he plays oldies... that are fortunately, nice.

Hmmm. As it is, peering eyes gaze upon my moving fingers... along with Nicky's sultry... well, it most certainly isn't a baritone. He could probably reach a soprano if he tried.. though I suppose I wouldn't want to encourage him to do so...


Mardi Gras tonight, wonder who would actually come... Other than my precious lil' saxophonist juniors who are such a dear that they make me feel inadequate as a senior...

And oh, I hope Ben comes. Hehehe.. Miss that dude so much, its like he's the only one I can have verbal diarrhea with and not end up with awkward silence or a mask of incomprehensive wonder... And Nicky's laptop is going to grill my lap into roasted Lizzy soon.


AND. For some odd reason Joseph Lau, my dear King of Corn from AC called to threaten me with a blunt spoon. (This is purely paranoia talking.) No, I'm not in debate. My friends are all there though. It seems like thats one fact that didn't change when I came to TJ. Back in AC the people I was closer to were debaters, and it looks that way too here...

Nigel is such an.. interesting character. And the best part is mainly our shared love for green tea ice cream.... :D And of course, he CGs as well, better than me. *feels immediately inadequate once more* Coolios... Green tea is good. (:


It's been an interesting week I guess, many good things have happened, along with a few odd.. twists.


And I so totally love GEEK IN THE PINK. Jason Mraz is the man. :D


Blah.
Oh well, I don't know if I should be doing anything productive right now, but...
Band. Debate. o.O Things.

I'm really starting to feel like I'm not good enough for anything that I actually have vague interest in.

And thanks to Rishik, the instigator who has now chained me to a public speaking competition at TPJC next Saturday... I now have to pray that I will not malu the good, green name of TJC.

Dadadum.

So.. in case anyone is reading this on this fine Thursday afternoon and is free, bored and in need of entertainment for tonight, its $5 to come to TJC's Mardi Gras. On campus. I'll be playing at the rock wall... so uh, come. Yes. o-O

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AAAARGH.
sorry i coudn't make it for your performance... *weeps gratitiously* i had to babysit four little monsters for my mum... we have GOT to meet up, with the rest of the loyal depr peeps, sometime soon k? right right...gotta go now cos my sis is screaming..

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
12:05 PM

Liz would love to blog and use the entire range of her vocabulary to make her entry sound flighty, whimsical, and to a certain extent, possibly intellectual.

However the limitations of her weariness and general state of spasmodic mental health prevents her from engaging in such normal activity.

Hence, Lizzy bids thee all goodnight. <3

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Monday, April 10, 2006
11:06 PM

Oh goodness. Totally shocking.

Considering the fact that I have completely forgotten about the humanities scholarship which I presumably gave up when I came to TJ.

O_o

Sissy said someone called today to inform me that I am to have an interview on the 19th.

o_O

That was.. sudden, to say the least.

Especially since the voice on the phone was aware of me having changed instituitions..

Le gasp.

Oh well. Shall just take things as they come then.

^^

Thank you Jesus for this second chance.

And it shall be a blessed chance. (:

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9:57 PM

Sooooo. It's been an interesting day. And I shall not bore you with more entries about band even though it is about the only other thing that occupies my life at the moment other than my educational pursuit.

Dumdumdum. Er. Well Soefie's been a darling lately. Thanks hon.

Things will get better, and we'll find more things for you to do, and a sunflower to go gaga over...



Okay... So.

TJC Mardi Gras this Thursday evening.

Liz has resigned herself to the fact that she is, at least of now, part of the band. (Whoops, so I lied. Band again. ^_^)


And omg! Soefie's just sent me John Meyer's Daughters. Which I heard in Sembawang yesterday and found inexplicably familiar. Smashing. It's a really lovely song. And blessing my iTunes with Geek in the Pink was happifying too.

Liz wants a geek in pink.

...

Liz is also thankful for many things.
Like coming home from band past 8.00PM and having delicious pasta and dory waiting for her curtesy of her dear Sister for dinner.

I feel so loved. ^__^

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Sunday, April 09, 2006
11:30 PM

Soooooo.

Just got back from the Esplanade, which I had the honour of visiting twice today.

First because Sissy's friend(s) were playin in the SAF Central Band so we were possessed for some reason or another to go for their free concert this afternoon. Which was er, okay. I suppose.

They played that Gelato and Coffee or whatever that was that TJ's playing too. And er.. some other arrangement of The Incredibles.


Listening to Glenn Miller now and kinda missing TKGSSB.. not that our batch actually got to play Glenn Miller that is..

Actually looking forward to ___ for all the wrong reasons.

Hohoho.

2nd reason for going tot he Esplanade was for none other than West Side Story. The image of all these grown, muscular men looking hot and dancing ballet was.. er.. delightful. It wasn't fabulous or anything. Could have had better co-ordination with the dancing. The musicians weren't bad. The plot was fine but I thought the ending was still somewhat rushed.

Watching all of them act and sing reminded me of how much I detested having to practice dance back in AC. That process of having to act and dance and go through all those exhausting rehearsals has given me a renewed sense of appreciation and admiration for these performers now..


Anyway, the message today was really powerful.
The next 9 months are going to be fantastic. (:
Cause I am in Christ. And that's more than enough to see me through.

Dream a lil' dream of me.

Bublé's playing on iTunes. The purist in me is crying out for justice.
Okay so he tends to ruin a good number of good classics...



Kit went into the army yesterday.. All shall be well for him, he is God's beloved and he shall have unmerited favour with all his superiors beyond that of the other cadets..

And speech tends to get disoriented as the hour approaches midnight.



A Dream Deferred - Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or feter like a sore --
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or curst and suger over --
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.


Or does it explode?

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Saturday, April 08, 2006
11:51 PM

It just pains me to read bad humour. If it was at least marginally slapstick it would still have been almost tolerable. But it is not.

Liz shall wisely hold her tongue and take no further part in a process where her opinion has clearly well been discarded because it is apparent that she is not humourous enough.

If I was less sure of myself, I'll think I wasn't funny.



But quoting sis; "Now, only a select few riding on the same waves of intellect would be able to understand that."


Bringing me back to the point of once again, plugging her blog which she has, for good or bad, updated.

This is probably a good reason why Sis should avoid staying at home too much.

She's just finished her last day of work at a particular company yesterday and was enjoying momentary freedom from work this fine Saturday afternoon. And the result is thus, quite eminent.

Read it and you'll realize how very much we're alike, save for the fact that Sis is thrice as corny as I am. And even that in itself is probably an understatement.

"This vegetative occurrence, however, is really not about carrots, peas and corn. No way. With so much corn popping around, there absolutely carrot be peas."

Nuh uh.

So... Was very late for Campus today. Cabbed down and since when did surcharge start at 5.00PM? Grumbles.

Everyone's still not particularly pleased with the fact that I'm still playing for band. I guess it's true that I'll be better off in the company of people whom I can draw spiritual strength from. Agnes believes it'll be better if I serve in Helps instead of committing my time and energy to CCAs in school.

Guess sometimes its really easy to get caught up in so many things in JC.
It's just a lil' conflict between well, the things I want to do and the things that I could do that would be good for me.

For some particular reason I do tend to get caught up in so many things. In school alone, especially.

Oh well. Like I said, now that I'm in JC, I know how it feels to be so easily caught in the tide of things. Of the daily grind. I'm actually enjoying my education pursuit at the moment.

And who knew that the original version of Mercy, Mercy, Mercy was so slow?

Cannonball Adderley.


Sometimes I think I prefer just sitting back and enjoying my jazz instead of playing it.



And Sunflower hasn't proven to be the most interesting of characters.
Still.
Lol.
So I don't feel like making sense at 12.25AM.
Lets just make dollars. Whee.

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12:43 AM

So... Woke up at 12.15AM feeling like I could sleep a lil' more.

Still feels like there's more that wants to explode outta my system than I can even begin to remember.

There's band at 8.00AM tomorrow. I don't even want to join band. I'm so sorry. I tried to like it, but I'm so tired of putting myself through the same bloody cycle... And it drains the life out of me just being there. I don't know why I'm mostly happy enough to be enthusiastic the rest of the day but being in the band room and just being there makes me utterly depressed and I've enough of band being the cause of my misery.

It feels like secondary school all over again.

And the worst part is probably the fact that I know I've left that culture behind me and I don't want and can't go back to it anymore.

My band friends are still my friends.
But its different now.


Read Von's blog about her Wednesday.
So Wednesday was mostly a crappy day for us both.

First we had to prep for debate. Then I had to get nervous.
Endure the ridiculous pathetic excuse for SC introductions and Q&A session in the Audi while Von had to suffer a certain misery due to a certain someone.
Went for debate to find out that for all our effort we were going to be judged by one j2 senior only.
Got a bit pissy because of combination of factors and the fact that our opponents weren't there and the pointlessness of it all.
J2 senior turned out to be fortunately nice and opponents showed up.
Then we lost by half a point.
Ain't no blaming the opponents, they were less prepared than us but they handled our arguments very well.
And I understand why, but it's something thats very hard for us to change. Sometimes your greatest strength ends up being your greatest weakness.

I did go and poke around in debate after that, as in, the PDP/CCA/why do they have to rename it I really don't know. One thing I like about debate is probably the people. And the fact that the people who keep me sane and grounded to my interpretion of sanity are there. Kiran, Soefie, Rishik.

I admit that I am very, very thankful for 33/06.
And for Von.

Went for band after that cause they were having stage band... to waste an hour of my life taking out the alto sax, stoning there watching the preceedings, not playing anything anyway and then left to find Cecilia, Kitz and Jaslyn at East Coast. Initially I hadn't wanted to go, but after band I just felt so depressed that I wanted to meet and be around people who were themselves surrounded with the glory of God. Had mini lil' worship session down there by the sea.. well, sorta anyway.

Felt much more peaceful after that. I need the stability and constant reminder of how much God loves me in this life.

Now I understand. I come to JC. And I live it. And I know.

I know how dry this place can become. I know how hard it can be to remember that God loves you so much more than you can even begin to imagine. Its hard to remember that God wants the best for you and He will provide for you and look after you and ensure that you come to no harm when your homework accumulates and everything that is due starts to form a bottleneck around the term 'completion'. And it's hard when you're with people who do little to help remind you that hey, you're not in this world to study your life away. There's more to life than JC. There's more to life than studying. God has greater plans in store for you. And it's not going to come out of well you end up doing in JC and how well you run the rat race. Because you're a beloved daughter of Daddy God. And you ain't running no rat race. His plans for you are bigger and better than any attainment this rat race can bring you.

And yes, it's not easy to remember when you're so surrounded by deadlines thats there's more to life than these deadlines. It's not easy... But I want Jesus to be my reality. Not school. I want God to be the focus of my life. Not my homework, not my deadlines, and not my academic aspirations.


Jesus, I just want to fall in love with you all over again.

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Friday, April 07, 2006
9:26 PM

Haha.. Talked to Kumar online, it looks like AC's done him some good. He sounds like he's loosened up a bit somewhat and is actually finding the idea of Lizzy wanting to do homework on a Friday night vaguely comical. Big achievement for our dear scholar who was so verily uptight when I first met him during Orientation..

It's been a busy week, and now on this quiet Friday night which I am spending quite contentedly alone at home, I must admit that although I am pretty much exhausted, it's been fulfilling.

Watched the Tempest last night. Really do miss all my friends. Bought 20 stalks of roses. Kit said he could tell I left my heart in AC. Not really. Not all of it anyway. =)

A part of me will always belong to ACJC. It would be completely silly and ridiculously petty to just go all anti-AC just because I'm a TJCian now. I'm dearly fond of AC, and I'm dearly fond of my friends.

I miss AC. But I do not regret leaving it.

But yes, the Tempest was an enjoyable performance. I had no idea the stage was going to be pint sized. The set design was really pretty. Yi Jun was a good Prospero, but I thought David was an even better Caliban. Deanna was fabulous. She absolutely commanded that stage. Ben always gets the lovey dovey swoony male lover roles. I could see why Heidi was originally cast as Trinculo. Thats not to say that Denise did a bad job because she and Darius made a hilarious combination. But I could see how Heidi would have fit into that role pretty nicely.

Chin Hua is so adorably metrosexual. LOL. Disha in a semi-spagh/skirt combination was a sight to behold. Laura's so pretty on stage. ^__^ Shee Yong still looks beng. Sorry.

The dancing was cool stuff, I liked most of it except the last dance which was utter sardine madness on that little stage.

Also distracting was the constant drip of aircon condensation right in front of the center of the stage.


Still, it was a wonderful performance to watch and I don't look and compare the Tempest as a school performance but instead find myself comparing it to more mainstream, professional productions. Well I'm not saying it was brilliant or anything, but it was a good show. And the standard commendable given the fact that everyone in it are full time students.



Great big THANK YOU to Rishik and Soefie who went as well. And for accompanying me in all our mossy greeness.

And also to Kit for coming along and wearing green as well. LOL.


And oh yea if any TJCian happens to read this.

VOTE FOR ALPHA N. HE'S YOUR MAN!
Vote for Rishik. >:]

Whoohoo.

And although I still have very much I wish to say, I'm falling asleep. In truth I don't believe I've slept enough all week, and shall not proceed to take a Nap.

Continuation will perhaps, take place later.

Goodnight.

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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
11:46 PM

Hmm.

Karen Lim, New Creation Church
My Rest
My soul finds rest in You my Jesus
My hiding place amid the storm
In pastures green You lead me down to lie
By waters still I shall abide
By waters still I shall abide

I shall not fear in times uncertain
I shall not look to my own strength
Into Your hands I place my hopes and plans
My trust is in (the) blood of the Lamb
My trust is in (the) blood of the Lamb

A crown of thorns pierced through Your temple
The blood that flowed took all my cares
What price You paid, what sacrifice You made
My life in Yours Jesus my rest
My life in Yours Jesus my rest

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10:07 PM

Woo.

Debate tomorrow, sense the excitement in my voice. Whoopee.

Liz tends to get a little cynical before debates. (Either that or nervous, whichever comes across more strongly.) She supposes its a post effect of attempting to prove that her opponent is wrong even before she gets to hear what on earth her opponent is going to say.

Went for band after my long school day. In actuality Liz is very blessed with considerably short days. =) Thank you Jesus.

Today was already my longest day because I ended formal lessons at 3.35PM.
The other days I end at 2.40PM.
And of course, 11.55AM on Fridays.. :P

But getting back to what I was attempting to say before I once again rudely interrupted myself... I went for band. Wasn't feeling particularly jovial today. Amanda isn't joining band.

Since I came to TJ I almost feel as though being lame/witty (an activity I try to engage in with Ben/Joseph/anyone else to convince myself that it's actually alright to be lame) is criminal. The only people who get my quips are Soefie, Rishik, Sugz and 33/06 in general. And of course, probably some of the TK people who have had enough time to get used to how Lizzy's tongue tends to take on a life of it's own.

I don't want to be tamed, wails Lizzy.

So yeah, in any case I left (from band) and joined one of my sources of Lizzy-inclined sanity (or lack thereof, whichever way you choose to view it), Vonniekins dearest, to discuss debate.

Now words. Words are something I'm comfortable with, thank you very much.

Krin joined us.

Liz was still, for the lack of a better word and to perhaps portray herself in a less irritable light, grouchy.

So we tottered, or in Lizzy's case, half-trudged to Starbucks in Siglap (as detestable as coffee is) and got introduced to the best thing in the universe (at least till tomorrow morning).

Green tea frap.

Omg. Fabulouso can?

Fine, so I loved it. Sweet as anything. Freezed my brain, fingers and all important parts of my anatomy. Shot right to my endorphines and made me hyper enough for the one over hour we spent finalizing our discussion. (After which I found myself with a headache that was likely induced by the overpowering smell of coffee that absolutely engulfed the place.)

But still!

Green tea frap. It was tingly toesy heaven on earth for the first 5 minutes, literally.


So a good end to an average day.

PDP registration ends at 1.00PM tomorrow.
Which means that I have to do anything I want to do by tonight.

Joy.



And oh, some new icons over at my LJ if anyone's interested. Jason Mraz and V for Vendetta.

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Sunday, April 02, 2006
9:16 PM

WHEE.

Okay.. so although Mom was prissy today and we did have a heated discussion that resulted in Mom raising her voice beyond the notches of her usual monotone, it was still a pretty good day.

Thank God for the little things, the small blessings he places so lovingly in our lives even when we feel as though God could be no nearer to us than America.

Like giving us a lot in the carpark immediately when we were going to Old Airport Road for dinner... And for providing for us, all ready - a table just outside the stall we were patronizing.. (:

And dinner was of course, good. Everyone who hasn't eaten at that particular stall at Old Airport Road has no idea what they're missing out on. The herbal chicken's fantastic. And of course, the dessert stall that sells the yummiest, softest, least starch engulfed and saturated with peanut/sesame filled tang yuan in peanut soup ever. There's little (even the Chinatown one is starchier and less palatable) that matches up to their standard.

Liz likes blogging about food. Because it is a Happy Thing to blog about.

Oh yea, and Mom-returning-from-China weeks are always weeks filled with food glorious food. Like more wasabi peas, some new discovery of roasted almonds that she's found and green tea lao po bing.


And again Liz wonders why, in AC and TJ, she still has the habit of wanting to get herself involved in everything. o_O

Band/CWC/Debate on Wednesday. It seems like on most days Liz has aplenty things to decide to go for.

Debate!
Working with Vonniekins and Krin again. Just like the good ole' days. Hahaha..

Tempest on Thursday night. I think Liz has a lot of flowers to buy.

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 benjamin said

...i'll still settle for a pink cactus XD

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9:56 AM

Same lyrics, again. But on some days it best describes how I feel.

Bebo Norman - Disappear
On a day like this I want to crawl beneath a rock
A million miles from the world, the noise, the commotion
That never seems to stop

And on a day like this I want to run away from the routine
Run away from the daily grind that can suck the life
Right out of me
I know of only one place I can run to

Chorus:
I want to hide in You
The Way, the Life, the Truth
So I can disappear
And love is all there is to see
Coming out of me
And You become clear
As I disappear

I don't want to care about earthly things
Be caught up in all the lies that trick my eyes
They say it's all about me
I'm so tired of it being about me

I would rather be cast away
Separated from the human race
If I don't bring You glory
If I don't bring You glory
If I don't bring You glory

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Saturday, April 01, 2006
9:52 PM

To date I have 3 unpublished drafts. Each written on seperate days over the week and all sadly related to band.

As amusing as band politics tend to be from an outsider's point of view, it really does put me off rather greatly from joining the band. Even though.. certain aspects, are nice.

Since this is probably one of those things I could put down rather scathingly in words, I should refrain from doing so at all because I certainly would find it most difficult to be tactful.




Met Jodine on bus 14 on the way back from Suntec. Kinda miss that girl loads.. Lol. Hope she gets the course she wants in TP.


I have so much I probably want to say but much of it isn't worth blabbering about.



Agnes spoke to me earlier, and she is pretty much right. I have great aspirations for my academics. And I admit I am not like the supermen and superwomen of ACJC's finest. Who for some reason can have 2 mainstream, time consuming CCAs. Lead both, be involved in numerous college activities, take 2 or 3 'S' papers and still ace everything.


I can't.

This week to come there'd be the debate thingy as well. Whatever it is. In addition to band, of course. And the journalism 'workshop' for CWC this Wednesday. And oh did I mention the homework thats suppose to fit in between all that somewhere? Hahaha.

JC life. Such joy.


And Agnes is right about one other thing. That given the time, I would want to go to church. I would want to spend my time sitting at Jesus' feet and drawing from him. I have not the strength to make it through the week myself if not for Him.

I know I cannot.

But my God, He can.

And His strength is made perfect in my weakness.



He Will Carry You
There is no problem too big God can not solve it
There is no mountain too tall he can not move it
There is no storm too dark God can not calm it
There is no sorrow too deep he can not soothe it

If he carried the weight of world upon his shoulders
I know my brother that he will carry you
If he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders
I know my sisters that he will carry you.

There is no problem too big God can not solve it
There is no mountain too tall he can not move it
There is no storm too dark God can not calm it
There is no sorrow too deep he can not soothe it

If he carried the weight of world upon his shoulders
I know my brother that he will carry you
If he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders
I know my sisters that he will carry you.




And since I haven't been replying tags since forever...

Chinhua: And I miss you lot too. =( Shall be seeing you Thursday. =)

7: Well you'll never know. Quite a few good shows don't make it past censorship. And those that do sometimes come with the most ridiculous, pointless cuts. Yea Alan Moore! He wrote League of Extraordinary Men too, right? o_O Methinks. Yesssssss I is WANTING THE MIRRORMASK DVD. I don't think its going to show in the cinemas.

And yeah, I know. I don't know why I'm being all indecisive and wishy-washy. Methinks me thinks too much.

Luther: Mr Perrin's Indian. He's a good teacher. Very intense fella... Haha. Mr Rajesh is superbly entertaining.

Von: LUBS you too! Time to rekindle the 4/6 flame.

Nurbs: SBA OUTING. =[ I miss you. I miss crapping around with SBA. I miss band type nonsense that used to amuse us so.

Zhao: ZHAOEY! (: (: (: Hope all is well there in Vee Jay luv..

Huang: JOIN!! Haha.. Just do lah if you're interested.. :D:D:D What other PDP are you in?

Nick: Hurr~ *KABISH*

Ting: Whats with the sad smiley? And nothing's your fault honey.. *hugs*

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