tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78111192011-08-02T14:52:33.287+12:00One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. - Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)Mnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-67565909351331005592010-09-27T23:35:00.004+13:002010-09-28T08:37:31.512+13:00

Its time to close this blog for 6 long years have passed.I find it fascinating how my writing has changed over the years.From the juvenile to the serious.With that, adieu.Hello thepairofchopsticks

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-8998756526631375172010-09-20T07:41:00.010+12:002010-09-20T08:01:22.341+12:00

I'm starting to have a wee bit of interest in photography. The Canon S90 my parents bought me seems to be really handy because its compact and has a semi-manual function. I don't profess to be an good photographer neither do I have inspirations to be one. But I really like snapping good pictures of people (oh, and food). Honestly, great joy is derived when friends use pictures I snap as facebook

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-87285989999438657882010-09-15T21:46:00.008+12:002010-09-15T22:42:49.039+12:00

I'm listening to what my itunes radio calls "Mellow Jazz". Its making me miss the city. What I would really like now is to have a martini and some tapas and watch the city lights flicker in the reflection of the water. It does not matter if its Auckland harbor or the Singapore River. I guess I need a little break. But a test beckons tomorrow and an essay is calling out my name.Ah well. The first

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-5308969604149670882010-09-09T11:52:00.006+12:002010-09-09T18:25:30.963+12:00

At the end of the day, there are two ways in which one can view relationships - through trust and/or understanding. I've come to realize that while these two can be interrelated, at the same time, they can be separated. I wonder what took me so long to realize the latter. Perhaps I'm losing my innocent, child-like perception or perhaps I've enough of superficial relationships. Maybe I'm just

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-91715131407939797932010-08-21T16:48:00.012+12:002010-08-22T18:14:09.516+12:00

"Where are we walking to?""To where our hearts bring us!"That was a conversation between a friend and I a long time ago. After weeks of thinking, I believe there comes a point when you realize there's nothing much you can do. You can only tie your past in paper packages and tuck them aside. After all, your heart is calling out to move on. I remember the bucket list I've written down - I have to

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-30850952379391453692010-08-15T16:39:00.005+12:002010-08-15T20:08:25.217+12:00

Shoes & Poetry. Picnics under sycamore trees.The former healed a broken heart. The imaginary latter soothed a fragmented soul. No dinners, early breakfast. He; She - She; He. Aquinas & Cherokee, you & me. Curried favors, rebellious love, undeserved opportunities. Regrets, hide. Hurt, hide. Pain, hide. Loneliness, hide. Truth? Background, (kitchen), support. Solitude/silence. All you need...

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-68486985046811007852010-08-09T07:48:00.019+12:002010-08-09T19:13:37.342+12:00

To whom it may concern: There are things best left unsaid. But even said or unsaid, I can only watch silently and drown them. Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. I wish I can punctuate my sentences with "If", but that would be futile because you would not stop or listen. Running in circles, chasing tails. Seems like you have moved on. Everyone assumes its alright, its

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-6703164880834301702010-07-30T07:51:00.005+12:002010-07-30T08:05:26.347+12:00

Dear Neighbors, You probably will not read this but I do appreciate if you stop engaging in sexual activities at peak periods.It makes me uncomfortable and no, its not that I'm not tolerant. BUT I don't like it when you're doing it in the shower cubicle next to me when I'm bathing in the evenings or I have to wake up to the sound of beds banging against the wall at 10pm. Honestly, will you change

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-60784873949028585072010-07-25T18:13:00.007+12:002010-07-25T21:41:09.543+12:00

The after-smell of the perfume I used today reminds me of my mother. Sweet, sour, but familiar. It makes me miss home. Honestly, it is going to be a tough semester. I just wish my mother is here with me, telling me everything's going to be alright. My first tutorial in "Faith and Religion" was a disaster. I am, personally, religious. And the hardest thing is knowing that you're the only

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-2593688247298826242010-07-16T13:48:00.004+12:002010-07-16T14:26:24.972+12:00

I was trying to find words to describe God, but I realized words always fail. Words lack the depth and the emotions because I believe we have abused the English language quite a bit. As a result, people often use songs to express and describe God. In fact, we do that every Sunday. So it was surprising when I found the perfect description for God during Holy Communion and not Worship.Perhaps it

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-31310486873499439952010-07-12T01:12:00.003+12:002010-07-12T02:47:29.886+12:00

Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefitswho forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion,who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.-Psalm 103:1-5This is why there is beauty in

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-60791083731887563972010-07-08T19:38:00.004+12:002010-07-08T19:53:31.218+12:00

Nightingale, nightingale, why do you sing?He hears you not, he sees you notEven with your quiet melody, the Emperor prefers the fraud.Wrote this random stanza in response to Hans Christian Anderson's "The Nightingale".

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-74682449754529270792010-07-01T02:26:00.004+12:002010-07-01T02:59:58.703+12:00

Its tough battling the emotions that swirl and twirl and whirl around. The constant worrying is making me lose my appetite and the migraines are just pulsating terribly. I should not be worrying. After all, why worry when birds are fed and the lilies are clothed? Trust in God, trust in His goodness and His faithfulness. Ignore the voices that tell you something else. Trust.

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-52665341463425538052010-06-30T00:23:00.006+12:002010-06-30T02:40:11.919+12:00

Thunder roaring, I lay awake listening to the rain beat against the window panes. "Comforting, this familiarity." I tilted my head and shifted my back comfortably against the pillows. I stared ahead, watching the light from the street lamps do their little dance against the ceiling. I lifted my feet and placed them against the window pane. The light shone through my toes. The glass feels cold,

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Touched down, punched the air and mouthed a "Home!". Shone with pride as I breezed through the automatic passport clearance while everyone queued for the manual passport clearance. Did a quick skip and ignored the "duty-free" shops. Grabbed my backpacking bag (8kg!) and I was through. And the first thing that hit me was "I don't remember Singapore being so warm".

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-37491732365806227732010-06-19T16:50:00.003+12:002010-06-19T16:56:53.100+12:00

On Skype "You cannot marry a Malaysian!" "How can you say that? You WERE a Malaysian!" "Later have to travel so far. I want you to come back to Singapore! To me!" "But Mom, all my friends here are Malaysians. Eventually I would end up marrying one of them right?"Having a silly moment with my mother. I think its kinda scary when you look at your university friends and you go "Hell, I'm going to

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-53556604385494167602010-06-16T13:17:00.004+12:002010-06-17T18:37:46.826+12:00

Rather, in ten days time I'll be home - basking in the summer sun and prancing around the city like I own the streets. But that's for the future, I am feeling terribly horrendous now. My throat hurts, my nose is runny and my tummy feels absolutely empty. Thankfully, I have six more days to my next two papers. So enough rest and studying. Speaking of papers, the past two examinations have been

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-28791360797877150232010-06-06T01:15:00.004+12:002010-06-06T01:31:57.546+12:00

Sitting in bed cold with a headache, feeling restless and terribly awake. The wind howls in Grafton and doors quiver every now and then from strong gusts. Toes: numb. Fingers: losing their warmth. I worry. If I do not sleep by 2a.m, I will have nightmares. 1.10 Toss and turn. 1.17 Is it time to wake up yet? 1.20. Perhaps I'll go online and journal something. 1.27. I can't sleep... Toss and turn,

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-39396846231703625692010-05-29T11:34:00.006+12:002010-05-29T12:00:27.068+12:00

On another note, I did something that can be regarded as "social suicide". Apparently, I am a regal idiot. I want to go back to Singapore, hide under my homemade quilt and continue my oblivious-no-strings-attached (ex) life. Conclusion: Only those who know you for years will understand. (Tis, this has something to do with our conversation last night which made me realize how kick-ass you are. I

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-25439363992345121272010-05-28T05:53:00.004+12:002010-05-28T06:13:41.368+12:00

Let's see.1. Two weeks till my first paper2. One month to shed some pre-winter weight and home!I think I'm too excited to get home. Shamelessly started planning a sleepover, which my parents are obviously unaware. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

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Its almost 12 and I'm hungry. I find it inconvenient that there's no 24 hour food store within the vicinity, or the fact that there is no one that is a mere 10 minutes away for a random makan meet-up (even if there is, there are still no stores). I know I lamented a few times (let's not use the word 'complain') about how I miss home. Today's one of those days when you're cold, exhausted and

Mnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-53165475600400253542010-05-06T08:38:00.004+12:002010-05-06T08:57:00.710+12:00

Psalm 46:10a speaks out to me because it seems like a response to my previous post."Be still and know I am God"What exactly does it mean to be still?

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Sometimes you know you've messed up so bad that you don't even feel messed up, you just feel empty. You don't feel the guilt, you don't feel the sadness, you just feel jaded. You give up fighting and you just want to sit in your own blubber (sorry for the lack of expression) and not move. Its like being a war veteran who stays in a retirement village and watches 1970s technicolor game shows. You

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-67128779977484911192010-05-02T18:25:00.001+12:002010-05-02T18:27:59.111+12:00

If I live in a fantasy world, I want to be a ninja.Fast, furious, swift and deadly.

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-56918097515364761572010-04-29T15:21:00.005+12:002010-04-29T16:03:47.375+12:00

I feel like a sponge, the more I speak to people, the more I learn. But I have even more questions, especially the debate between Calvinism v Arminianism . I hate it how I've never been to Bible or Sunday school and how I've so little biblical knowledge to handle such fascinating theological/philosophical debates. It kills me that I don't have time to read up what C.S Lewis wrote or what John

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-72129047553747800722010-04-24T16:50:00.006+12:002010-04-24T17:16:49.620+12:00

There are days when I secretly wish I was musically inclined. Days when you wish you can sing and play songs that you really miss. But alas, everyone is born with different talents, no?P.S: I love how this song uses the collective "we" and "us", instead of the singular "I" and "me".

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"Mel, don't be a bitch. You're not atas" I get into a laughing fit whenever I imagine Colin saying this to me face to face. But ah sigh, it was via MSN.

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Its the last Saturday of Easter break. The next three months is going to be crazy and stressful and in all honesty, I cannot wait. Its such a strange thing for me to say. But I realized how I'm starting to become optimistic. (Yes, I know I'm pretty delayed in this. This is supposed to happen right after A levels as many have suggested) Anyway, I attribute this to the whole

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-44871944528852405262010-04-11T15:53:00.004+12:002010-04-11T16:34:31.640+12:00

Few of my NZ friends have been telling me things like "You won't be as close to your Singaporean friends as before" or "They have their lives to live and yours to live, you guys will drift apart". I know what they say is true, yet I am fiercely optimistic. Things will change, but I don't think I'm going to ever chuck away the friends I had befriended and bonded in high school. It has been 5

Mnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-65830217224415673102010-03-28T04:00:00.009+13:002010-03-29T20:32:03.399+13:00

I live in Grafton Hall. To leave for/from school, I have to pass by Grafton cemetery. And every time I pass the cemetery, I think of the homeless people who hide in the cemetery's public toilet or under the bridge. It bothers me because poverty is given a face and identity. It bothers me because I don't have the courage to talk to them and be with them. Truthfully, if they were not men or

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-68047736141098409372010-03-21T15:26:00.005+13:002010-03-21T15:58:13.070+13:00

Went for a run after 5 months of laziness. Spurred by arteries-clogging hall food, a bad week (braces) and the need for some air.A short 3.5km, but it made my weekendWhen I have my camera, I'll show why. (:

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-63207471082385001652010-03-17T21:51:00.004+13:002010-03-17T21:55:42.315+13:00

I busted $350 for my braces.I feel like crying.Seriously.

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-66143817844540857432010-03-16T19:25:00.007+13:002010-03-16T20:41:28.204+13:00

Its only when you're away do you realize how much home means to you. I'm not feeling homesick, but I sure do miss the familiarity and convenience of Singapore. Being positive works - and the secret to being positive - thinking of your friends and dancing to silly songs like those from High School Musical and Backstreet Boys. (Ah, good old times) (I do that on the way to school and I always have

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-44122980926632367662010-03-04T08:18:00.004+13:002010-03-04T08:29:57.050+13:00

If there's one thing I'm thankful for, it'll be not staying in halls in Singapore, it would have prolonged my pain. It has been a week in the University residences and it has been alright. The food's great! They serve loads of vegetables. (Although they serve like pies, lasagna, carrot cakes and what not).Top 3 pet peeves:1) The guys don't close the lids after they pee, even after Floor Rep has

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-44296850125277877602010-02-28T08:39:00.002+13:002010-02-28T08:42:04.158+13:00

"So how long have you been in Auckland?""Oh, a week!""Wow. Your English's really good""Oh, its our first language in Singapore"(And in my head ... I did GCE A Level Lit and Wilfred Owen was my best friend, thanks -____-)

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-65413770715147138842010-02-24T20:20:00.006+13:002010-02-24T20:46:58.558+13:00

.. gave me strength.Befriended some locals but was really happy when I found Malaysians in Grafton Hall. (No Singaporeans, so the next best thing is your neighbors) I officially conclude that Southeast Asians = awesomeness. My first friend was a Thai! (It was actually a French, but I didn't really connect with her) The Kiwis are friendly, but I'm really conscious when I speak to them. I'm afraid

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-42484080720408160082010-02-22T20:46:00.004+13:002010-02-23T20:26:21.376+13:00

I need courage.I miss home.

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-50453612324230896162010-02-18T06:31:00.007+13:002010-02-18T07:00:19.600+13:00

When I boarded the plane and read the notes my friends wrote, there was a tinge of regret. I questioned if it was worth it to leave everything behind for what I truly want and started to doubt. I guess the insecurity caught up. Got pretty messed up in the head until I woke up while the plane was flying over a rural part of Australia. I saw the celestial sphere right in my face and went "WOW. Life

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-1887578470940981572010-02-07T01:42:00.004+13:002010-02-07T01:59:32.895+13:00

Superduperly stressed.Did I mention the expectations that have been set?And the clothes I have to pack?I get headaches & heartaches.And these are the only two issues I have addressed.

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-44558911209177394822010-01-27T14:11:00.005+13:002010-01-27T15:44:40.057+13:00

I find that question rather odd because after a few times of answering it, it becomes regurgitation, and it seems mechanical to verbalize my emotions repeatedly.How do I feel?Thankful/Relieved for this opportunityExcited for this adventureAnd a bit afraid because I do not know any Singaporeans in Auckland."Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-295120479564120992010-01-21T15:57:00.007+13:002010-01-22T14:54:43.887+13:00

The rejection by FASS turned out to be a blessing in disguise. To cut the story short, I applied overseas, got into the unversity of my choice and withdrew from NUS today. There's nothing more I can ask for because I've seen God grace unfolding right before my eyes.My application was 6 months late and I was accepted. (How that happen, I have no idea)On top of that, I believed wholeheartedly that

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-10916614155848209792010-01-13T02:13:00.000+13:002010-01-13T02:14:11.153+13:00

12 days since the year started and I feel so jaded and exhausted. I'll turn 20 in about three hours, and unlike the past 19 years, its not something I look forward to.And all I can plead, is for You, to take it all.

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-3176272850946864072010-01-10T12:12:00.004+13:002010-01-10T13:02:12.257+13:00

So my appeal did not get through.But I just wanted to thank whoever was there for/with me. The texts, the comments, the emails - they mean alot to me. While a board of people believe I'm may not be a suitable candidate, I can take comfort in the fact there are so many of you who believe in me, and that's reassuring.Peace out,M

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-77401217357945904452009-12-31T20:08:00.011+13:002010-01-07T15:45:51.697+13:00

Update: Appeal is now at FASS's office. Results out Friday. (Emotional Post)The last way anyone wants to spend post-Christmas/New Year/pre-Birthday is to know that he has been denied admission into his dream faculty. The rumors about me switching faculty was true, but I never mentioned it publicly.10 days till school start and I am sitting here in fear - not excited, not worried, not anxious, but

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I have been missing-in-action for the longest time because I have been spending time with my dear grandfather. I cannot believe that a few weeks ago I was mugging for my accounting paper. Anyway, nothing much has happened since the end of exams. I managed to do up a 3 layer chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting for my dad and attended Church camp. Church camp was over a week ago. It was

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-15783139175560568592009-11-21T13:27:00.006+13:002009-11-21T13:56:19.448+13:00

My friends came over for dinner last night and spontaneously decided to crash. And there's nothing better than waking up and knowing that there are no dead bodies in your house. This sounds pretty morbid for a weekend post. But mind you, my friends sure are violent. While working in the kitchen last night, I was having a series of mini-heart attacks. Punches were flying where there were flour,

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-44695259774581076822009-11-20T03:03:00.002+13:002009-11-20T03:13:28.870+13:00

Thursday 8.00pm Parents and sister leave for Japan.Thursday 10.08pm (now) Home alone. Not too good. Feeling abandoned.Monday 9.00am. Accounting Paper and two weeks of intellectual frustration.(Seriously feeling down. I've never been home alone before)

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Examination preparation is when I question the purpose of my existence.

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The goodies are out, the decorations are displayed.In about 50 days or so, its going to be my favourite time of the year.And 2010 is gonna be a great year. (:

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Every once in a while, I come up with mental notes about what I have to do before I die. Call me a dreamer, but I just can't help it. My Bucket List keeps expanding and the list looks like what most people do when they retire. It really seems impossible to fulfill the list now, but when I look back, I actually realize its being fulfilled slowly. (And I'm really thankful)Just recently, I made

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-58790800092564454712009-10-23T00:12:00.010+13:002009-10-23T01:23:14.179+13:00

Central forum is having a bazaar (yet again) but this week, there is a Master Khor present. He does palm-reading and claims to be authentic. He told me "the brain nerve... reception... is transferred to the palm". Something along those lines. I didn't understand what he meant, but I thought, what the heck, let me do it to see what he has to say about my life.(But that saying, I don't believe in

Mnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-32409145338237942292009-10-18T01:10:00.007+13:002009-10-18T01:44:05.581+13:00

For the past two months, I have been hanging out with Yt, Tis, Celle, Jade, Jo Lynn & Colin for quite a bit. We don't congregate together all the time, but randomly in random numbers over random areas. It 'keeps me alive & feelin it'. The pictures are out; the reputation is gone... (as though I had one to start with) Anyway, this is my favourite picture from two weeks ago - its of Tis, Celle and

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-56664707183745017792009-10-02T01:41:00.004+13:002009-10-02T01:51:30.571+13:00

Today my parents gave me a choice to do what I really love to do, or to stick with what I'm struggling with.And .... I have no idea what to do.This sounds like fighting for your true love vs an arranged marriage. WHAT DO I DO?

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During Colin's sendoff meal:Tis "My husband will be very normal... not like XX, YY or ZZ"Jade "No he is not. He married you!"Colin "IN YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!"{Replace XX, YY or ZZ with classic IP guys}

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-7473126559715470832009-09-17T21:44:00.000+12:002009-09-17T21:50:46.577+12:00

This is XXXX guest blogging.Mel is sitting across, and mugging for francais. And trying to pronounce the french terms accurately.She's looking a mate and preferably having these pre-requisites:1) Blubbery2) Cooks non-stop for her without complaining3) Nerd is the new cool4) Guys that grow intellectually when they ageMel is the shizz.The cool shizz.The cool and hot shizz. (Even though these two

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-66787270384861396762009-09-14T03:07:00.007+12:002009-09-14T03:47:06.296+12:00

I think I'm repressed in NUS. There's this whole anti-social/quiet-introvert thing that is (if I may put it like a messed-up 14 year old) "seeping through my veins". Sometimes, "I feel like I'm in a black abyss of endless pain" (Such emo phrases amuse me. Hilarious)I miss being noisy, I miss screaming silly things across hallways and I definitely miss doing stupid things without thinking of

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-17341579942022304072009-09-06T23:14:00.003+12:002009-09-06T23:32:45.314+12:00

Random updatesMother just made me a lychee martini. I feel a bit funny.My official CCA is Association Internationale des Étudiants en Sciences Économiques et Commerciales (AIESEC)Koffi Annan is taking up professorship at LKY School of Public Policy and I am desperate to meet him face to face at least once. I'm going fan-girl-crazy over the ex-UN secretary general who is in his 70s. Sigh. If only

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-23045515956584799582009-08-31T10:02:00.004+12:002009-08-31T10:39:29.185+12:00

Last week was crazy to the max. Really. Going to school at 11pm and coming home at 1am is so not cool. The only thing I enjoyed were french lessons and my friday rendezvous with 4 madass chicks and one very tired NS dude. Drove from NUS to NTU then back to Spectra (Firestation-turned-mini-Dempsey-Road near my area). After dinner, we picked Tis up at 6th Avenue and ended up at Serangoon Gardens

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-85103030679201617832009-08-18T11:44:00.001+12:002009-08-18T11:51:40.458+12:00

Sometimes you can't help but to marvel at the beauty of this world.And in His time, all will be made beautiful.

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-87300324078629322642009-08-10T01:42:00.004+12:002009-08-10T13:45:44.683+12:00

I asked a friend if she regretted skipping O' Week (Orientation Week). Her answer was no. Mine too. To be truthful, we had signed up for it, paid the registration fee and were both good to go. For various reasons or so, we decided to pull out. My decision to pull out was ironically affirmed by the NUS Student Union (NUSSU) President's speech made during the Freshman Inauguration Ceremony. His

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-19289777901608713302009-07-30T03:50:00.005+12:002009-07-30T05:00:45.532+12:00

Sometimes you want to express what you want to say, but find it difficult because everybody watches you. (The negative consequence of technology I believe) Its ironic how you want your privacy, but at the same time, you want to be heard. I guess this blog serves this purpose. Nobody reads blogs anymore because of facebook and twitter and so I'm assuming, not many will read this blog, not even

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-91791595310088579152009-07-13T00:35:00.004+12:002009-07-13T00:44:31.393+12:00

Courage; I lack. But it was humility that led.Character I lost, I wish it was back.

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-36092852544865884662009-07-10T03:37:00.005+12:002009-07-10T04:39:43.286+12:00

The days pass by too fast, too quick. Its strange how things are like now. Its like summer with too much lemonade for too strong a sun. Shifted priorities, I'll say. I don't care what impressions I'll leave but I love how my days are spent - helping out in little ways, exploring places, finding new food - Its like licking chilled peanut butter off spoons. I like yesterday, today and probably

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-49241621735753582652009-07-03T01:49:00.004+12:002009-07-03T03:02:58.465+12:00

If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.Each of you should look not

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-57879762049021091222009-06-20T03:35:00.005+12:002009-06-20T03:49:43.876+12:00

Mission trip was spiritually & emotionally refreshing. That saying, it wasn't just work. We had our fair share of fellowship & fun. Here's a video to demonstrate it - fried frogs, crickets, squishy lavae & unidentified monster black things of undeniable darkness. And here's another. THE MARSHMALLOW GAME

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-7844099301784155972009-06-01T15:46:00.005+12:002009-06-05T13:29:01.030+12:00

*update*I'M OFFICIALLY UNEMPLOYED! BUDGET BUMMING HERE I COME!!--I have never skipped any lessons in school, no matter how useless some are. Except maybe for 2 or 3 - 1 GP lesson, 1 Lit lecture and .. I can't remember.Fast forward May/June 2009, I realized things have changed. I'm not skipping lessons, but skipping outings with my friends. Not once, not twice, but many times. I haven't seen

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-65603192276725350292009-05-24T18:36:00.006+12:002009-05-25T14:36:26.508+12:00

No dengue, still alive, spots are clearing up.Accepted NUS, applied for halls, going to apply for language preparation program (French), signed up for 2 freshman orientation camps. Business admin & Varsity Christian Fellowship.And thank goodness for seniors like Dawn & Jiali, talking to them about NUS and life in NUS makes me prepared and excited.I'M GOING TO MAKE MY UNI LIFE AS AWESOME AS MY 4

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-70839969367774254062009-05-14T19:21:00.004+12:002009-05-14T19:33:49.802+12:00

Back from Tioman with about 40 insect bites & a shade darker.I feel like shizz man. Went to the doctor 'cos I have flu-like symptoms.Didn't realize I have fever until they did a temperature check.Doctor gave me a blood test for dengue (after I told him about the bites)Will see results tomorrow.Awesome Possum.On another note, I would like to (officially) thank Yingting for uploading pictures of me

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-19690400518375854132009-05-03T02:07:00.012+12:002009-05-03T02:40:53.975+12:00

"Can you buy some flowers?""Who died?""Nobody died. It's for me... Mothers' Day"-awkward 3 seconds pause-And then I burst out laughing.Sigh, my poor mom. I must STOP being morbid and STOP saying silly things.P.S: Mom churned out homemade soy milk today. (: Woohoo.

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-88924151771022513222009-04-30T02:33:00.004+12:002009-04-30T02:43:30.619+12:00

I feel like quitting my job and indulging in budget bumming.Not that I don't like my job, but I guess I need more excitement.Should I? Hur.

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Me: "Mom, is dau sa pau fattening?"Mom: "Yeah, it is. I think they use lard to make the dau sa"Dad: "Pau is halal!"Everyone: -_______________-"Dau sa pau is my new addiction and its difficult to break it. I eat it almost everyday and my favourite ones are those from Chinatown (esp from small stalls). They are a bit tinier than the normal ones. But you can pop it in your mouth and all the warm dau

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-71544466054204435642009-04-17T02:01:00.006+12:002009-04-17T02:18:32.195+12:00

yt says:.... when my life's interesting..its usually because i give myself troublebtw, I REALIZED THAT WE COURT TROUBLE MELmelissa says:no we dontOHGOLLYi think you're rightyou don't know how much drama we have gone through for the past monthwe can totally write a korean serial. and a real good one.

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-81456794439166947222009-04-05T19:21:00.005+12:002009-04-05T19:38:57.421+12:00

such a haste closurebut no matter the type of closure it is still a closureall beginnings must have endswell goodbye then(insert punctuation mark)

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-13547161177433340652009-03-27T02:29:00.016+13:002009-03-27T05:24:26.519+13:00

I love my trip to Melbourne. It was spontaneous, simply lively and just full of surprises. Travelling alone was daunting, but exciting - there was a daily adrenaline rush because I did not know what will happen or what was to come. I have to admit that I had an idea of what I wanted to see before I reached Melbourne but most of the time (or rather, all the time), I planned what I wanted to do on

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-62751589899330256382009-03-15T01:24:00.003+13:002009-03-15T01:28:05.473+13:00

LEAVING FOR MELBOURNE TOMORROW.BACKPACKING ALONESUPER EXCITED.(that's why I'm typing in caps)This is the ADVENTURE of my lifetime.P.S: wish me all the best. i'm going to find my way around because all my friends in melbourne are still schooling. its just going to be me, my backpack and my map while they are having lectures and tutorials.

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-29562479122721616442009-03-04T02:24:00.010+13:002009-03-04T03:23:25.478+13:00

Dear __,I don't know if you'll read this, but I thank you for being a friend. It was a short 6 months, but I appreciate your friendship. I don't know where you are, how you are or what you're doing right now but I do know I miss talking to you - whether intellectually or emotionally or just randomly. In fact, I miss hanging out with you and having conversations about food, beliefs and people.I

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-8593485376381512172009-02-16T03:53:00.007+13:002009-02-20T23:03:55.199+13:00

I QUIT MY JOB! (finally)***Work's not too bad. Except compulsory leave is becoming overly consistent. I call it "inefficient use of resources" (quoting econs tutors) But because of compulsory leave, I have been travelling to 'rural' parts of Singapore - East Coast Park, some random fish farm in Chua Chu Kang, the Hot Springs of Sembawang and Pulau Ubin. More importantly, I have been spending

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-67593336032919495252009-01-31T04:08:00.007+13:002009-01-31T23:13:00.949+13:00

Dear Aunt AgonyI'm 19 and I still get acne. I have had enough. Its very frustrating seeing bumps all over my face every few days. Sometimes I'm tempted to remove the blemishes and bumps with a mere eraser. Till today, I don't understand why I must consume medicine meant for syphilis (doxycycline) just to get the acne off. The doctors keep saying its some hormonal thing. But I'm sure there has to

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-50520194709856762222009-01-19T00:19:00.008+13:002009-01-21T04:19:41.296+13:00

Everyday means a bit of worrying and feeling insecure; being 19 is (really) not too fantastic. You have no idea where you're going or what you're going to do. On some days, I feel like some aimless 14 year old who hates the world. And on others, I feel like a sophisticated adult. Most times, I just wish I'm 17 and back in school with my friends.I miss my friends. But I have to move on, like

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-27240614106847224192009-01-17T04:58:00.016+13:002009-01-17T15:46:07.753+13:00

The past week has been busy. Dinners, meet-ups, surprises! A collegue of mine thinks that I am "havoc" because I always "party". I was super heartbroken when he said that because it means that my attempts to be lady-like have failed terribly. I told him that I'm a good girl because I dress decently and I don't club. He looked at me and said "Your mannerism"... therefore,MEL = EPIC FAIL. Monday -

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-91108344770634574122009-01-10T01:09:00.013+13:002009-01-10T05:32:38.698+13:00

I've started on my first job. THE OFFICE is a nice cozy place and THE DEPARTMENT is fun. Its intensive economics lessons daily. Oh, working with Zhirong isn't too bad.Except today Zhirong told me "I have been treating you like a man for four years". And I replied "But I have treated you like a woman for four years" Seriously, 4 years after being classmates and he tells me spastic things like

Mnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-76418931152374565662009-01-01T21:04:00.013+13:002009-01-06T03:30:14.372+13:00

(edit)ZHIRONG IS GOING TO BE MY NEW BEST FRIEND!! - going to see him 6 days a week because of work. Help/save me?--2009 started on a pretty healthy note. The entire family (except the sister who was doing schoolwork - last minute as usual) went to hort park for a walk. I ran. It was good. Haven't run on a real road for the longest time. (uh... road run?)Celebrated New Year's Eve with a bunch of

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-68479712689078114192008-12-27T14:32:00.006+13:002008-12-27T18:39:22.113+13:00

Yesterday was fun and definitely tiring. I was out from 10am to 11pm.That, in my Dad's definition, is something very deliquent-ish.10am - 2pm: Gerard & gang.2pm - 8pm: the Chuas. (I went shopping with Yingting's parents!)8pm - 11pm: the class.Anyway, I'm going to start work on 6th January at a government-ish company with Zhirong. (Not too sure about Jo Lynn) I work 5.5 days a week. Here's the

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-47783157117075203562008-12-26T04:53:00.002+13:002008-12-26T05:04:55.558+13:00

As little children we would dream of Christmas mornOf all the gifts and toys we knew we’d findBut we never realized a baby born one blessed nightGave us the greatest gift of our lives...As the years went by we learned more about giftsThe giving of ourselves and what that meansOn a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rainAll because of loveAll because of love - We Are The Reason Strange

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-81300215065876029412008-12-22T15:52:00.011+13:002008-12-22T17:07:58.257+13:00

I really want a Christmas that's unadulterated and hasn't been massacred by the government or shopping malls attempts in forcing commercialized "beauty". To put it (very) simply, Singapore's Christmas decorations and advertisements (visual or auditory) are vomit-inducing. For a start, shopkeepers should stop playing techno Christmas music. Its suicidal.True Christmas should be spent with family

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-72885334701610224762008-12-18T04:52:00.006+13:002008-12-19T19:06:47.239+13:00

**(random update)for people who have a burning hatred for mainstream music or anything that has been massacred by 987fm - Laura Marling's New Romantic**Back from HK. It was okay, not particularly fantastic or brillant. Given its similiarity to Singapore, I think it was just alright.Anyway, you know how teenage blogs always have some really silly "wishlist". Mindless as it may be, I think I will

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-74257207809860001102008-12-09T03:45:00.012+13:002008-12-09T05:41:16.097+13:00

Leaving for Hongkong on Wed, thought I'll blog a post before flying off.Mom's cell group ended their 2008 journey at the SAF chalet in Changi. Being the oldest, I had to babysit the others. I think its pretty loser-ish / almost amusing that I have friends who are as young as 2 years old.Handling 6 kids was an achievement. Its not easy running after them, breaking up fights and teaching them to

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-52671122593794885622008-12-06T04:35:00.009+13:002008-12-07T00:21:29.934+13:00

I'm going to miss Weiliang, Johnson & Ernest like shizz! Crashed the IP boys Sentosa outing today. (Not exactly IP boys outing because Jiahui, Celle & Jo were there too). I kinda figured out it was the last time I would see Weiliang & Ernest before they serve Singapore like true blue Singaporean men. (and Johnson because he is leaving Singapore for good) Gave them please-dont-die-i-will-miss-you

Mnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-15525673329971940422008-12-04T01:49:00.013+13:002008-12-04T15:16:33.672+13:00

Unlike Shihui who has like 200+ prom pictures, I only have a 150 or so. My sister claims that I have no friends but I think its because I don't exactly like taking pictures of myself. (Ask Yingting, we suffer from the same fate)On another note, I think I might never wear my prom dress again. And I think mom did a great job (:So here are some snippetsGorgeous hotel room we recieved from Fairmont(

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-15633380303563875772008-12-03T03:28:00.007+13:002008-12-09T04:37:39.153+13:00

Thank goodness prom is over. I'm so relieved. Prom was not as exciting as I thought it would be. And I have to admit that I actually hated the process of preparation. The hours spent fretting over the dress, hair, nails, make up and ending up with a 3 hours event camwhoring- not worth it.The events that I did enjoy were dancing on stage with the SO WE THINK WE CAN DANCE dance crew, watching

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-1888283515629564562008-12-01T01:31:00.007+13:002008-12-01T02:05:30.581+13:00

Last week, I cooked a 5 course meal for a group of friends (Terence, Shihui, Gim, Yingting and Jo Lynn), just for fun. Wanted to try hosting and cooking a real meal. Random pictures from Terence's camera (taken from his facebook. thanks!)appetizer:tomato bruschettasoup: pumpkin soupsalad: steamed paperbag greensmain: lemon pork chops, djorn mustard mushrooms(which sparked a debate about which

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-30067853268482348392008-11-25T16:55:00.004+13:002008-11-25T17:30:43.773+13:00

Some random updates1. My prom dress is not finished. The best part: the sewing machine conked out two nights ago. Not panicking, yet. When my mom panics, I shall panic then.2. My butt and thighs are constantly hurting from random activities that do not allow sitting down.3. PR party tomorrow4. Threadless sale is on! threadless.comWent cycling from Sengkang to Punggol and back to Sengkang on

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-77802373090722448992008-11-20T03:43:00.005+13:002008-11-24T04:16:22.506+13:00

(edit)1. Yingting and I fail in shopping. Put us in Orchard and well, you get 2 losers who have no idea where to go or what to buy.2. I'm bringing my cousins along for class buffet next tuesday because I have to babysit them.3. Prom preparation is silly. I designed my dress, mom made my dress, borrowed a clutch from an aunt. Now its time to get the hair, accessories, nails and shoes done. It

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-63536905421665597702008-11-15T14:10:00.027+13:002008-11-16T04:19:43.340+13:00

Sneaked out of the house to grab some minced meat last night. Wanted to make some burgers in the morning for my family to thank them, especially Mom, for being there for me for A's. Really means a lot to me. (I make it sound as though A's are over)But I guess there have to be other underlying reasons why I wanted to make burgers so badly. I'm into pastries, not really meat... so handling meat is

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-69930829729731528462008-11-14T14:40:00.010+13:002008-11-15T14:09:25.356+13:00

...thought I'll share some A level text/verbal conversations I hadAfter the 2nd physics paperMel:"Hey! how was physics?"Weiliang: "Actually honestly, I felt it was better than last week's paper 3 but everyone claims that today's was worse so I shall just go along with them. DAMN CUI AH"After 4 days of not going to schoolMel: "COLIN AND TIS ....I MISS YOU 2 AND YOUR CRAP. I (heart) you guys"Tis: "

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-64001959605662562852008-11-05T23:27:00.012+13:002008-11-15T14:09:43.134+13:00

(random update)I desperately need to cook pot roast. I'm doing it after A's. But I need people to eat it immediately because my mother will not be too happy if i invade her precious kitchen and do something that is not under the category of "pastries" or "baking" (in other words, she cannot know) uh, so who wants a pot roast party? I'm serious. Lunch, 20th Nov, free-of-charge, 6 people max. May

Mnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-53857378936919721232008-10-31T18:38:00.008+13:002008-11-01T02:59:10.605+13:00

The 2 years of consistent work can be dashed on the paper itself. And saying the paper was tough is not an excuse because the paper was managable. I didn't do my best and I will never forgive myself for it. Never. All that should not have happened, happened. And it had to happen to me (for the first time) on A levels. Not the prelims, not the common tests, but the A levels.I cried all that I

Mnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-50546889880054995302008-10-25T02:33:00.006+13:002008-10-27T03:45:56.140+13:00

(random update: while the females put the number of days left to their A level paper on their MSN personal message, the guys put their enlistment dates. its kinda funny to see such gender trends)-I suffer from sleep paralysis. According to some stanford.edu webbie, it "consists of a period of inability to perform voluntary movements either at sleep onset." And the symptoms includeA complaint of

Mnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-46808148632288086412008-10-19T23:56:00.024+13:002008-10-23T22:58:57.938+13:00

In such times, even with anxieties and fears, I can only be thankful. For my friends, for the love, and most importantly, for God. No matter how discouraged or however insecure I feel, I am really thankful because I feel so blessed. I cannot ask for more for I feel that God has been so great to me.I am thankful for Jess and Z who constantly remind me of God's love and never to waver in faith.

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811119.post-49821761214554862482008-10-12T10:26:00.007+13:002008-10-12T11:59:16.580+13:00

If our picture-posing-in-unglamorous-manner continues into adulthood, we might have issues. We must learn how to control ourselves and yes, I'm blogging this at 5.26am!gim's the manFashion & AnglesTyra Banks should employ us to help out at America's Next Top Model.Weiliang in his most glamorous state.Album I: Click hereAlbum II: Click here

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