Monday, August 11, 2008

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I saw this bunch of kids after school at bugis and there were so engrossed, i had to take a Pic of them!

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a florecent tube ..

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Spot 3 of the man's reflection..

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hee! I found an "pregnant" reflection of my chair at home.
Mrs Rupah loved to go PREGNANT with TENSION,EMOTION ... in lit lessons

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Taken in a booth in Chinatownish area. My old house looks surreal. I'm not that skilled in photoshop to create such an image

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PHOTO OF THE DAY!!
How many of me are there in the picture? (4)
There's actually 4 mirrors captured in this picture..
I feel like an amateur Cindy Sherman!

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Here's another (without the cam)

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ACTION man!

And Cindy Sherman is this funny woman who takes her own pictures in funny poses. And in some film stills, it's like those game where you gotta spot the person. I'm not gonna regurgitate the notes I read bout her in A levels, don't worry.


myJesus! 7:04 PM



Thursday, July 31, 2008

It's addictive, brainwashing and trance-like.
On and on and on and on you go
Until you feel a sense of tightening of the chest
You feel breathless
Your muscles cramp and stiffen

ARGH!

You fumble
and you tell yourself
"one last time, no mistakes"
And you fumble yet again
The cycle goes on
Till your hands seem like a creature
Moving on its own accord

The scales(scratchings) on my guitar


myJesus! 12:27 AM



Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Crusty brown and tempting.

Oh the joys of falling down! HOHO


The weather today is pretty hot! I can't imagine being a dog, with my whole body coated with fur and sweating through my nose and tongue.


myJesus! 9:14 PM



Friday, July 25, 2008

It's a good thing my blog doesn't have archives. I was squirming and wishing my past blog entries weren't in anyway linked to me.
-I was swearing
-My sentences were broken and dotted with ...
-My mentality was immature
-I outwardly talked abt stuffs I would go to jail today for (expressing my hatred for certain a certain country and people)
-I professed unhealthy feelings
-I was like a pharisee, talking abt God and all when I was swearing the very next sentence
-I wallowed in self pity
-I wrote of bitterness and anger and related to lyrics that expressed such emotions
-I dunno how many times I've cursed myself and even insulted God by saying He made me stupid.


Gosh I was a mad wild kid with identity problems. And lydia, zx, lyn and jq? Thank you for putting up with my nonsense antics all these years!
Thank you God for saying that we move from glory to glory(2 cor 3:18). I'd really cry if I were still in that state today or if I can't be cleared of my identity of the past. If not for the grace of God, if not for Holy Spirit's work in my life, I wouldn't be the Grace I am today that all of you know. I'm humbled.


myJesus! 2:34 AM



Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I love rainy days! Rain rain rain rain rain!
(only if I could stay at home)
The smell. The cool breeze. The scent again. and the cool breeze yet again.


Maybe I'm not as aware of my emotions and thoughts then, but I really wonder how it would feel like again to be an annoying 10 year old kid again, a 14 year old rebel, a 17 year old gaping at weird guys doing loud glaring things to impress. I wished I was more aware of myself when I lived my life.. I can't put myself in my own shoes!!

Somehow, even now, I still find it hard to see myself from another person's perspective. All the weirdo self talk and debating in my head, all my quirks, would that change how I would view Grace if I were.. Veronica or Vicotria or Albert or Jack. Yes I know ultimately God's opinions of me matters, but I can't help but feel a little curious.
If I were to ask anybody to list all the strengths and weaknesses they have, I wonder which will be more. Strengths or weaknesses? Does that reflect our culture somehow?


myJesus! 12:49 PM



Wednesday, June 25, 2008

It was watery brown
With squishy small soft bits.
It gurgled, splattered and splashed
Causing a greater wave of nausea and disgust.
That awful smell
Oh, how it reeked.

I was stunned.

Helpless and weak I sat,
Tasting the sour, rancid remains
Of what was left of lunch.



HAHAHA! I had fun describing and writing that poem. I was super tired after playing badminton with an old man who decided we were weak enough to feed on his ego. He took Geraldine's racket and started smashing and doing drop shots on me and Dawn. We were clueless on how to smash! Anyway, I was so tired on my way home that I alighted at Kallang and sat down at those benches. Only, I didn't just rest but I made a mess of the floor. I left behind my afternoon's lunch - kway chap. I was so embarassed. I sat there pretending that there was nothing on the floor. hahaha! Eventually I told the station master abt the stuff I left behind, then I happily left kallang station to take a bus home instead. I feel so bad for making the cleaners life miserable..

Sorry SIR/MAM!


myJesus! 11:57 AM



Saturday, June 21, 2008

I like the feeling of the spring cracking under the weight of my butt.
As in, the springs of my bed. But now i can't seem to get it to do the same effect...

Camp's over. Though I love the civilization out here (apart from Prince George's Park) and I love my fluffy bed with my dusty scent, I must say, I kinda enjoyed my personal space by myself at night in the room. It would have been better if they had a balcony where I could sit out by myself and not get bitten by any buzzing creatures. Everything's slow-mo right now. Hope my hours of sleep ystd can gimme more life.

Guitar man's coming in the afternoon. :S

Think Ryan said that Holy Spirit's a gentleman. I think I agree on that, though I sometimes wish him to be hahaha more violent? I hope I know what I'm saying. heh.


myJesus! 9:12 AM



Thursday, June 05, 2008

When nothing fell out of my violin, the headman held his nose over the sound-holes and sniffed long and hard. Several long, bristly hairs protruding from his left nostril VIBRATED gently.
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The sorceresses wept profusely, their tears mingling with the PHLEGM runnning from their nostrils, and their snuffling continued until deep into the night.
-Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress




Hilariously disgusting!! It's a highly amusing novel to read. Funny, the book relating abt the counterfeit sorceresses who fell asleep in their rituals made me think of Amy Tan's Bonesetter's daughter (my sec3/sec4 lit text) where the priests were fake too. Amy Tan's review is on the cover of the book! I wished I had read such a novel in secondary school. I'd have gladly memorise such phrases which leave such an eww-ing effect on readers. Then maybe I could have gotten an A1 for English instead for connecting with the Cambridge ppl! hahahha! I'd have highly recommended my mom to get her students to read the book, except that certain contents of the book maybe a little "mature" for primary schoolers.. You get my drift.

Ah well, words can make such a difference in making people understanding concepts and convey so much emotions. Thank you God for creating languages like English (even though I feel quite restrained at times)

I'd have copied one of the baby book's content that I've read recently.. some story abt some boy called Donald if not for copyright issues which I'm not sure how they work. That book (which had to be returned) was definitely one of the best and most hilarious books I've read in years. I'm considering being an author for babies! Sure sounds way more thrilling than any course I can find in the local universities!


myJesus! 10:47 PM