Tuesday, February 27, 2007
8:56 PM
It was always there.
It knew her.
Well enough.
The silence that has crept upon her world like tendrils, wisps of shadowy murmurs that slowly engulfed her vision.
Silence.
It rang -- was ringing,
Still.
It no longer enticed her with its mysteries.
Nor satisfied her with the lure of the infinite within, and beyond.
Beyond. Within.
The infinite is still there.
The lure -- she knows not.
Silence.
Salt.
Silence. Salt.
The air was filled with just that.
That and the silence.
Salt.
There was a rope once.
She lost it in the silence.
She grasps at the shadows though she knows she can catch nothing.
They do not slip through her fingers
The same way you do not touch the moon.
Thud.
Silence.
The rhythm is growing louder.
Like heavy footsteps.
Wearied thuds.
It disrupts my silence.
Now I know not what I would rather have.
The mournful residue of a heartbeat,
Or the empty echoes ringing in my ears.
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
11:49 PM
I sit here and ponder over whether I ought to blog, or ought not.Have been feeling incredibly lazy over the past few weeks. So many words, as usual, forming their excited strings of thoughts in my mind. Yet many a time forgotten before my fingers find the energy to have them typed out.
My eighteenth year of existence so far has proceeded with lacklustre reluctance.
So much to say, and do.
So little ability to have the task fulfilled.
This is a trying period for all us J2s, and the world (to us, at least) will get darker and darker. But in the darkness our light will shine brighter and brighter. Because we're Jesus' precious beloveds. This is but the beginning, and we feel it already, what more when the 'A' levels really do come knocking.
Campus was great yesterday, the words Pastor Chin shared were really precious, and I just want to share them here, for my own remembrance, and to bless all of you as well.
In this time, the most important thing to have is a hearing heart. One that listens. That which is slow to speech shall also be slow to wrath - and quick to listen.
There's a difference between enthusiasm, optimism and faith. Nothing wrong with enthusiasm and optimism, but you'll realize that in life, these aren't enough. And if you rely on that and that alone, you will not only be disappointed, but also drained, exhausted, and left at the end - possibly more bitter should the outcome go awry.
See criticism as construction rather than destruction.
As far as God is concerned, I am Jesus. What HE is, I AM.
Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness in the day of judgment; because as He is, so are we in this world. 1 John 4: 17
This relationship with God is not a vertical relationship. Its not talking to God who is up there somewhere and Him gazing down at me. It is a mutual, horizontal relationship.
The only problem there is - is a wisdom problem. Listening to His voice of love and direction daily. Wisdom. Discernment. Challenges are to be met with wisdom more than a life of miracles.
Yes, God bails you out when you are in trouble, but he doesn't just want to save a drowning man. He wants to teach you how to swim.
WISDOM is so you can live your life to the fullest.
Bring out the Word of God.
For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Romans 14: 12
And what is the solution to worry and stress?
Firstly, the root cause of stress is fear and condemnation. Fear of failure. Of being unable to meet standards. Whose standards? Condemnation. Beating yourself up for not having studied, for not having studied enough, for choosing a seemingly less important activity - lunch with your family, etc over what, the A levels that are, I suppose, the most important thing you'll ever have to do in your life, no?
Stress clogs up a hearing heart. And when you're stressed you won't be able to listen and receive. Your mind will be preoccupied with your own guilt, your own worries, to be able to listen to the voice in your gut thats telling you what to do - what the Spirit is guiding you to do.
When you cannot hear, its because you're being self-conscious, you're putting yourself under the Law, you're trying to earn that knowledge you need for your exams, when you mug out of fear, when you mug because you're afraid that you won't know enough, because you're afraid to fail, you're relying on yourself. When you try to do things as well, to earn faith, it doesn't work either. You don't confess to receieve, you confess and you thank Jesus because you already have it.
Stop trying to perform. You ARE already the excellent student. You ARE already in a position of victory. You HAVE ALREADY arrived!
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. To unclog your mind, stop trying to attain. Turn to grace. You are ALREADY prospering.
Therefore, since we have such hope, we use great boldness of speech--
unlike Moses, who put a veil over his face so that
the children of Israel could not look steadily at the end of what was passing away.
But their minds were blinded.
For until this day the same veil remains unlifted in the reading of the Old Testament,
because the veil is taken away in Christ.
But even to this day, when Moses is read, a veil lies on their heart.
Nevertheless when one turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away.
Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.
But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.
2 Corinthians 12 - 18
The Law masks the truth. It makes us look to OURSELVES for change, for improvement, for perfection. But face it. Humanity is doomed by Adam's fall to eternal damnation. The only thing that has saved us is God's love expressed through Jesus' death on the cross.
We are not perfect people. If we were, why on God's green earth would we even need GOD?
Pastor Prince's message today was equally good food.
Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever.
Do you know what is to be a sheep and to be led by a shepherd?
It means I don't have to worry about anything.
Why do I need to? I'm the sheep. I follow the shepherd. And because HE is my shepherd, what could possibly go wrong? There is no such thing as 'The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.'
NO SUCH VERSE EXISTS IN THE BIBLE.
The Bible tells you: The Lord is my shepherd, I SHALL NOT WANT.
He meets all my needs - in his own time, for my own time.
Why do I want to be a sheep? Because I want to be worry-free. Because I want to follow His directions. Because I want to do what HE wants me to do. Not because I am a pawn, but because HE knows my past, he sees my present and my future, and He's the only one who knows what the best decision for me is.
It is those people who think highly of themselves that believe that they should trust in their own judgements and make their own decisions who think they don't need God.
Do you think its cowardice to hide behind the pillar of strength and direction that is God rather than trying to rationalize and going by your own powers of deduction? I'm sorry to tell you, but you flatter yourself way too much if you think that way.
Your own pride tells you that you can. My own pride deceives me that I am intelligent. Well SORRY! You're not as all knowing as you think you are. The only one who is wants to tell you what it is that is best for you - so listen.
Another quote that does not exist anywhere in the Bible: God helps those who helps themselves.
RATHER, grace cannot co-exist with self-effort. It would be a complete OXYMORON.
Either you rely on God's grace, or you rely on yourself.
GRACE (noun) - the free and unmerited favor or beneficence of God
How else can it be free and unmerited if you're trying to work for it?
So this is all I have to say. Its either my own effort or God. He's the Shepherd. He knows where He's leading me. He's leading you if you would let Him.
Sometimes its easier not to listen. Sometimes we're under the impression that we know best.
But you know what? I have the FREE and UNMERITED favour of DADDY GOD!
Is His work on the cross finished? Yes it is.
Did He die so that I no longer will have condemnation imputed unto me? Yes He did.
So I conclude. My life is ALREADY blessed. I'm not working for victory. In my daily life. Even as I study, even as I go about with my tasks, I AM WORKING FROM VICTORY.
What a great way to end several weeks of feeling dry. (:
Lizzy. God's beloved signing off. :D
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Friday, February 23, 2007
8:44 PM
Hmmm. Lizzy has a new Notebook. Its the one Starhub gave 'free' with some sort of upgrade (or something). Lizzy isn't sure. :DShe was only aware that she was to be the owner of such a contraption upon her return from the United Kingdoms in December 2006. During which Mom quite cheerfully told her that she was soon to be the owner of... well, *waves arms about vaguely* I'll-name-it-later.
'Tis the very same lappie Rannald has. And although it is rather gratifying to have a new toy to play with, I am just marginally clueless about what to do with it since after all, 'tis not as though a Notebook was a particularly urgent object of lust and desire on Lizzy's wishlist.
But I shall not breed envy by going on about the lovely blessing that has quite readily sailed into my lap while another may be pining (somewhere, out there) for his or her very own. :D
The only problem I'm having with this is how my new HP mouse is finding the lappie most disagreeable, or vice versa, for it does not willingly co-operate with me at all. The pointer on the screen scrolls most cheerfully in every other direction except that which I will it to despite all my attempts to scour the control panel in a bid to solve the problem.
Attaching the ancient one that belongs to the other dinosaur (not yet deceased) has also failed to produce different results, and I conclude that something about this laptop causes the mouse to react with such violent leaps across my screen that has now left me with a mild headache trying to fix. Rawrrrr.
*twiddles thumbs*
Well well.
MSN 8 is finally working for me (it doesn't on the Dinosaur), and I can't wait till Sis comes back on Monday with Photoshop CS2 and Illustrator for me (if she remembers, since she forgot, today). And IF I actually get a mouse to work on this thing or else I won't know how I'll get much designing done.
And Kit has found Jason Hahn's blog! (We think.) Yayness.
http://saffyamanda.blogspot.com/
(And the mouse is reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally getting on my nerves! If anyone knows how to rectify this problem PLEASE spare me from the grief and torture of its continuation.)
And my poor dear is still stuck doing work.
And for some reason iTunes is skipping bits and pieces of the songs I'm currently playing. Even though there isn't anything wrong when I play it over again. Rawrrrr!
How dissatisfying.
Maybe I should knight thee Sir Dinosaur II.
No no.
Something positive would be better.
Something Hitchhiker-y. :D
Deep Thought.
Oh yes. Very good.
Now that that's settled.
Time to finally try and revise micro-econs for next week's test.
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
11:12 PM
Crayon quiz! (taken from SOEFIE)Because crayons are cool, yo.
We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors ... but they all have to learn to live in the same box.
-Robert Fulghum
1. If you were a crayon, which color would you want to be?
I would be GREEN. I'll be grass and leaves and trees and blobs that kids learn to scrawl after the circular yellow one in the right-hand corner and the little blue blotches that bask on the upper surfaces.
2. Which color do you think you would be regardless of what you wanted?
Black. Because black is a practical, solid, unwavering colour that always needs to be used. For little beady eyes and outlines.
3. Would you rather be used and get blunt, broken and lose your wrapper, or not be used and stay pristine?
The crayons that get used only belong to two categories: the ones that are indispensible (like black) and the ones that are (turquoise, maroon, and whatnot). The ones that aren't used, normally come in the box of 64. Gold. Silver. Pretty pretty colours. Too precious to touch. x)
I'll rather be black. :D (or green!)
4. Would you rather be in a small set of crayons or a large set?
The big ones are meant to be looked upon in awe, admired, worshipped, and treated with reverence out of the lack of purpose it serves in doing anything else.
Black and green's in every box though. ;D
Since I'm almost socialist, I vouch for the small set! So everyone will be used. *muahaha*
5. Would you rather be Crayola, or a different brand?
CRAYOLAAAAA. Definitely. Sorry if I'm superficial but Crayola is so totally the crayon brand.
Either that, or those lovely FAT trainer crayons I used to get in kindergarten!! THE REALLY FAT ONES. Yes. Those are awesome too. :D
Da di dum!
And that's all folks.
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1:09 PM
The potential to be great.So.
I shall classify this as "J2 syndrome".
When I was in J1 last year I was always bewildered over the seeming disappearance of all the J2s in my caregroup for elongated periods of time. Many a time caregroup found itself with but four participants - Agnes, Junkit, Hui Ting and myself.
Times have changed. And the caregroup has grown.
A lot.
And now I'm the MIA one.
I don't really know what it is that gets to me.
My schedule. Agnes thinks I'm too busy. Perhaps I am.
Band, Temasek Times (I am restraining myself with much difficulty to not expel many profanities on this subject), H3 Lit, school, social life...
I just feel weary, and the more weary I used to feel, the more I would go back to Campus or Caregroup and really recharge.
But so much has changed gradually. I find myself slowly slipping away from the caregroup that used to hold one of the highest priorities in my life. Abandoning church events, which I used to put first above the other activities that I was willing to sacrifice, for other things that do not edify me.
No I haven't been going out and taking drugs or getting pissed drunk la. I've just been spending more time on everything else that sneaks into my schedule, and I'm not even as willing anymore to go for the little things that I always used to make time for.
Like dinner tonight, that my caregroup is having.
Mostly because I'm sick of eating, I don't feel like having fish&co, it's costly (not that big a factor, really) and we're having similar food tomorrow night for Mom's birthday.
I know it's about the caregroup and the good fellowship that I'll definitely have, but a lot just holds me back these days. Perhaps I'm the one who has been alienating myself.
This isn't supposed to happen. A lot of things aren't supposed to happen, if we follow the textbook. But they do anyway.
I know I am no less favoured, no less a child of God, no less having a guilt-free conscience in Christ because of how I'm currently feeling.
But it ain't wrong to feel.
Because what kind of a human would I be otherwise?
Oh well.
Off to Ms Chew's house. (:
Got pangsehed by the rest of 4e6 today, the teachers say SATURDAY. What say you?
I'm not messaging you people anymore I've spent way too many smses doing just that.
Shall be off now.
Toodles.
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Monday, February 19, 2007
11:22 AM
After 10346839302 days/months/years, WE FINALLY RAN OUT OF GAS! :OOkay.. the average use of our kitchen stove occurs about 6 times per month.
And I can't even remember the last time we needed a new cylinder of gas.
(And of all days for it to happen, it has to be when Mom wants to cook he pio teng *fish maw soup* and fry nian gao *er, wuzzis in english?*)
LAA LAAAAA.
Liberation empancipation and they all shouted 'hurrah'!
Right. Right. Uhm.
I want my writing abilities back.
I want my imagination back.
*scowls at age*
MONDAAAAAAAAAAAY.
...
Holidays are love.
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
10:05 PM
Have pondered over many things lately.The nature of males, the reason why I mistrust men so much. The condition of my own family. I know it isn't particularly edifying to dwell on the shortcomings of others, but I do not think it too much to ask that a girl would want a dependable husband, one whom she can depend on to love and cherish her, very much in the same way a man may wish for a loving, faithful wife who would greet him every morning with breakfast (or whatever it is guys want).
Women complain that the men just don't get it.
But the men are as welcomed (in this age) to retort with the very same statement.
Sometimes they wish we would get it.
Perhaps I'm sort of a traditional sort. I dislike SNAGS. Ahbor !EmoBoys, especially the variety with bad fringe, hairbands and clips with New Urban Male bags.
Hello, grow up and get a life. Be gay. Because I don't see why any girl in her sane, rational mind would want to go out with a perpetually attention-seeking whining creature whose sensitivity would drive me crazy (or alternatively, your head into the ground) within the first 15 seconds of knowing you.
Perhaps its just me and my stubbornly biased opinion, but Hasim was right when he said that in our generation, the divorce rates are higher and sooner than ever before. Why? As he said - because human beings are imperfect.
Well my only reply to that is what Pastor said - The point is not to find the right one, but when you've made your choice (and there are many good choices), being the one.
Face it. If you can't live with someone's bad habits, don't marry them.
And realize that no one's perfect, so there'll always be things you'll have to live with.
There are some things I in all my eighteen years of laughable enlightenment can live with, and a lot more than I can't.
Everytime I observe older couples around me, the more disillusioned I get.
What is left when the words run out? When entire dinners can pass in complete silence because enough years have passed for you to forget how to converse.
I have little respect for the uncle and my own father, whose table manners disgust me. Who no longer sit with their wives. Who first thought at the sight of food is for themselves and themselves alone. Who would not even spare a thought for refilling his wife's teacup when addressing his own. Who at the end of the dinner readily looks to his wife to pay the bill. Who does not know how to love his children.
I don't want to sound like a bitter victim of my own past and a critic of others, but sitting at that dinner on Friday night I could not help but tell myself that never - never do I ever want to be in a situation like that. Never do I want to marry a man who could possibly turn out this way. The one thing I've sworn is that my marriage must not turn out like my parents'.
I may be the independent sort, but thats the problem. Because you're stuck in between wanting to keep to your own ideals of matrimony yet at the same thing holding on to your pride as a member of an equal sex.
I've been brought up indoctrinated that men will always fail me.
A mother who has worked her way, gritting her teeth and crying bitter tears through a marriage that has disappointed her and shattered all her fairy tales of blissfully growing old together has taught her daughters the very same lesson.
I've seen some of my uncles. Love.
Thats what my mother's side runs on. And I'm proud to say that the husbands her family has produced are fine gentlemen. They don't have to sacrifice everything they are, but they love their wives and their children, and they're not afraid to show it.
...
And I'm tired of talking about this.
SO.
Here's some photos from our little outing to Shik's place on Friday afternoon. Had fun. x) Even if Scary Movie 4 was ridiculous. LOL.
And our little 'swim' (aka splashing about quite cheerfully in the 1.2m pool) was most enjoyable.
DREAMY OVEREXPOSED POOL PHOTO!
Happy people minus Mitha darlingg. Quoting Rannald, "Yay everyone looks happy in the photos. It's been quite a while."
A nice happy random photo taken on Valentine's Day.
And more from our old clothes/newspaper collection adventure.
Us on lorry. :D
And a class photo. Can't help observing the way Kenneth smiles. (Refer to above photo for further proof of female likeness.)
Speaking of which, more is up on YouTube.
I didn't manage to get good videos of what happened on V'day for our teachers. :( And I almost missed Hasim's completely. Rajesh's was ruined by an incoming SMS. *RAWR TO THE #%#%# WHO MESSAGED AT THAT TIME!* (No it wasn't you dear.)
But there is
Ticklish Ken &
Swaggering Sam.
And everything else.
So I leave you now. *bows*
LAPTOP ON THURSDAY!
ILLUSTRATOR, PHOTOSHOP, ADEQUATE SPACE AND PROPERLY FUNCTIONING PROGRAMMES HERE I COME!
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Thursday, February 15, 2007
11:33 PM
Haven't been in much of a mood to blog lately.My first and foremost excuse is almost always; exhaustion.
The secondary causes will probably be an unwillingness to convey emotion, or the total absence for an outlet of self-expression in recent weeks.
Save for the emo day which I spent crying on the phone to a couple of unfortunate fellas.
Well well, many exciting things have happened. I suppose.
We got to sit on a lorry.
We went to collect old clothes/newspapers.
And that we did. (This was just the stuff gleaned from our group of four + one Mr.Hasim)
And got to see pretty cats along the way.
Scooped a very tiny kitten out of a drain. It was frightfully cold, wet, dirty and shivery and I was so so so so so tempted to bring it to the vet and home. :(
But I didn't.
Valentine's Day.
Vague semblance of 'happening'-ness in school.
Poetry delivery went relatively well I would think.
Lovely pranks.
Janicia nearly died during Econs lecture. X)
"I love you so deeply, I love you so much. I love the sound of your voice and the way that we touch..............."
*Whole LT goes into a frenzied uproar*
My jumble of words refuse to express anything more.
The expanse of my creative is channelled purely into GP these days (insert dry laughter here).
Maybe its because I realize the person whom I sometimes wish understood me more doesn't and hence I no longer feel the desire to express myself in the sublime.
I like the indirect fleetiness of my world, thank you.
Rene's BIRTHDAY today.
HAPPYBIRTHDAYMYDOTTER.(:
We went Coffee Club-ing. Average, edible, rather pricey food.
Mudpie. Much laughter. (:
Came over and Rene made me watch this travesty of a show that was showing on Channel 8 during the usually-safe 9PM slot. It's TERRIBLE!!!!
LOL.
The jokes were like omgwtfbbq.
So lame, slapstick, cheesy, corny and o___O??!!!?!?!
Yes.
Whatever mannn.
And Mr Tong shared this in class with us today.
I guffawed my way through it. LOL LOL LOL.
http://danny.oz.au/danny/humour/bloopers
Its taken from the Bangkok Post sometime in the 1980s.
Its a 'good, bad essay'.
Excerpst:
In midevil times most of the people were alliterate. The greatest writer of the times was Chaucer, who wrote many poems and verses and also wrote literature. Another tale tells of William Tell, who shot an arrow through an apple while standing on his son's head.
Bach was the most famous composer in the world, and so was Handel. Handel was half German, half Italian, and half English. He was very large. Bach died from 1750 to the present. Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling for him. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died for this.
The sun never set on the British Empire because the British Empire is in the East and the sun sets in the West. Queen Victoria was the longest queen. She sat on a thorn for 63 years. Her reclining years and finally the end of her life were exemplatory of a great personality. Her death was the final event which ended her reign.
Enjoy!
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Saturday, February 10, 2007
10:31 PM
Am feeling uber exhausted.I blame all you ACSians. zomg.
Went to ACJC (miss that place) for Night of Laughter.
Familiar faces abounded.
Yi Jun tried to pretend he remembered me.
Ms S was just being _________.
Friends abounded. Few words were exchanged. Ackward silences followed for the few whom I've forgotten how to converse with.
Funny how much/little changes.
Revelation of how ticklish Lizzy is strikes Ben & Krys.
Madness ensues as much poking occurs in a bid to count how many times Lizzy can scream/squeal. 'Tis all a ploy to get me to display more emotions than the usual -_-
Ben carried me kicking, screaming and protesting about my new Diesel shoes into the middle of the AC field and left me there.
Went back. Tickling resumed.
All through the evening.
Even as we were departing from Holland V.
When Lizzy was grabbing onto Ben's fingers a bid to stop him (while the rest played accomplice), the most horrific thing that could ever happened, happened.
I got caught by my aunt and two younger cousins who looked absolutely scandalized.
There goes my GUAI image on my Mom's side.
God knows what it must've looked like to them. *face palm*
*bangs head on wall*
NoOoOooooOOOOoooooooooooooooo.
*glowers at the Four*
I love you guys.
Even if I wasn't even spared the tickles in the cab when we were finally on the way home.
Sleepy I am.
And it's Go Green day in TJ tomorrow. Clothes collection time. Whoopeedoo...............
Gosh.
Back to boring.
After a lovely exciting reunion that turns the tables on the mundane predictability of Lizzy's current life.
Love y'all. *waves white flag of surrender*
I want sleep.
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Tuesday, February 06, 2007
10:19 PM
Blogger doesn't like me and has dealt away with my lovely birthday thankyou entry. :(As such you shall get a completely simplified and raw version of what I've been typing at for the past hour.
3rd Feb;
TJCSB; customary slice of cake from the anti-comm. :D
Beloved JC East B caregroup; lovely cake from Conrad courtesy of Shing Wei.
Kitz; PRETTY knotty name thing! (:
Strangely enough I remember a conversation I had with him on MSN earlier about a bunch of 'knots that he could not cut'. Lol. 'Tis pretty! I like very much. XD
Ben; blunt spoon stolen from coffee shop and entertaining Starbucks conversation. (:
Jason; for the big surprise of turning up close to midnight.
Even if the poor dear couldn't get it lighted because of the lovely windy weather we've been having so much of lately. (: (:
It was a sweet, lovely way to step into my birthday. Necklace is really pretty too. (:
LOVES. X)
4th Feb;
Amitha; for organizing the little chillout session that was mostly Lizzy-burying-face-in-notes while we lounged around in Starbucks with two/three major tests looming on our consciousness. (: I LOVE YOU BABE. Muchos. And for the green shirt (which I will wear m'luv!), lefty-scrawled note and CHOCOLATE. :D
Shik&Andrea; Starbucks tumbler, voucher, and strange perfume. :D
Soef&Sakina; OUTFITTERS SHIRT! Pink. (: "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will probably be stupid." I like.
THANKS GUYS. (:
Von,Rene,WY&Zhaoey; Thai-Express-ing! We need to find alternative places to go! Lol. For the bag.
From Topman. That I initially regarded with great apprehension because 1) it's so guy and 2) wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.
BUT. I've started carrying it and other than my minor complaint about how guy bags do not have enough compartments, I realize that I do like it. (: (:
Thankyouthankyou Vonnie dearest. x)
And finally 33/06 once again, for getting me a lovely chocolate cake from Temptations on Monday (5th Feb) to brighten up one of the worst days I've had for over a year. You guys are awesome. :)
Overall feeling of immense love this birthday, not unlike other years. Each year is a different experience for me. And every year the people who love me never fail to make that fact known with great flourish. *hearts*
And more thankyous to everyone else who wished me happy birthday. I will most probably have left a couple of you out purely by accident, so do excuse me if I do...
Terence, who claimed he didn't forget my birthday this year (he did, last year) and wished me Happy Birthday on the 3rd. Lol. Taku. Jane. Dotty. Marsha. Amirah. Mommy. Suat. Po Liang. Wanting. Kenneth. Janicia. Shawn. Mich. Someone else's Terence. Dill. Luther. Rannald. Liying. Shereen. Dinah. Galvin (my dear cousin born 3rd Feb). Mags. Hanafi. Darry. Jocelyn. Jing. Baya. Alex. SK. Maira. Josh. Joel. QTZ. Flossy. The people whom I've missed out.
Yeah.
So it's Tuesday now. Wednesday in half an hour. Way past my birthday, but still feel the obligatory sense of duty and appreciation that bids me to acknowledge all the people who make me feel special. :D
Econs awaits, and so does my bed. x)
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Monday, February 05, 2007
5:40 PM