tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56187622011-08-27T21:26:07.040+08:00and I thought to myself; the experience was enough.John Leo Caineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06409586126438027331noreply@blogger.comBlogger12381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618762.post-9848730632884300052010-11-30T13:12:00.002+08:002010-11-30T13:26:03.730+08:00

My two blogs have now exchanged roles completely, with this one taking on the arduous task of articulating the less public of my rants. Not a month has passed in 8 years that there has not been a blog post here, and on this the last day of November 2010, I think it is appropriate to put some thoughts down. Actually, just one thought: when I find someone who is too similar to you in the things

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1. somewhere between 3 and 5 (which is to say, 4 something like it is now) on a random weekday back in june, we sat at macs with their since-gone (is it still around, anyone knows?) afternoon 3-for-5 promotion. I think back to it only as I find watching the shanghai masters semifinal 1 in the closing minutes of 4intheafternoon cause for wanting to eat macs, drink koi, and do stuff that are

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and you tweet far too little. at least the last one had me in it(:

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if i get to have plans for tonight and tomorrow with the friends that matter.

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1. Planetshakers: 12-15 APRIL 2011, MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA2. Hillsong: TUES 5TH - FRI 8TH JULY 2011, Acer Arena, Sydney Olympic Park, Australia

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agenda for the weekend:1. church meeting in the morning2. right, that's about it for now, phew!

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a blog post to answer a blog post where an FB comment referenced a tweet. welcome to social networking: the new conversation. if you are, then give a sign you've read. I think wakeboarding counts as 'vigorous exercise', don't you?

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welcome, fellow sgporeans, to what we call 'seventh month festivities': pollution in the name of religion

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Looming? A brilliant 2andahalf days spent hands lifted, next to great friends, walkingchattinglaughing, and sleeping in on a Sunday afternoon for the first time since I left school. My mind races, and I believe I've still got a little portion of it racin' after you (:Besides these thoughts, and a verse for good measure:Malachi 3:10 (New International Version)10 Bring the whole tithe into the

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Last night was meant to be with you, but it wasn't; at least it's morning, and you'll be there in just a few minutes. 'cos it's sunday!Phone calls after adjudication, huge saturday lunch and dinners at everything with fries and botak jones, a full day's immersion in debate that prompts thoughts in a ferrari of doing it again in the last two months of this year. Here's to another excellent weekend.

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Broke. yes I do like it.FM Static.

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There's this phrase in French that doesn't quite have an English equivalent, and which I'm prone to using: 'je ne sais quoi', roughly translated as 'I don't know what'. For me, a better translation would be "that which cannot be described". Much of life, for me, is given over to the pursuit of this which cannot be accurately described. It is found in waking early with nothing to do and hence

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bo jio? let's hope I get the best out of these 2 days.; moving on

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The engineered response to you about another who has returned, for a while, but returned nevertheless. There was a time earlier this year when I felt happy, and a few people were there that I'd like to spend more time with. Still, it's you who I responded to, and that's really what matters.

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for the small counterpart.can't believe you'd remove it for my special day and leave it for someone you barely know.

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I spent my time thinking of you, and how just a few short hours before we were so close. In the afternoon I slept with my eyes wide open and brain shut down, having chosen to do what would seem insensible, only that we are young once. Aphrodite is a cool name for an album; kudos Kylie.

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kindly get out of the water, there's more to see that way (:hairbandsarecoolI want a vuvuzuela so badly it's not even funny.

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Unopened copy of the Monocle for July/August 2010, Got Salt? camp tee, and memories from a Fri/Sat of the World Cup with great friends for brilliant company.

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Last week this day we ended our sojourn at church camp, and those of us who were there will testify having experienced one of the best we've ever had. I'm not quite sure what we were laughing at in the pool, but this picture kind of captures those 4 days in one still moment. Seated 3-hour long conversations while traveling back and forth made for yet more confirmation of the fact that, all in all

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There's another photo of me and 3 of my oldest and best friends laughing at something in the pool, but I thought the tranquility of the surroundings we were in summed up my experience up North. Luxury, expanses of free time, insane food brilliant company. I could not have asked for more from Church Camp 2010, just that it has given me the life I need to live the 2nd half of my year. Thanks

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Sometimes you chance upon something you never knew about a friend you've known for the longest time. And the discovery first casts a nice glow around things, then leads to another equally confirming discovery: there are different standards we hold ourselves too, and for me I've settled, but without all that negative connotation in that taboo word. I could get an extended break for tomorrow, but I

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I will segue unconsciously from May to June, and before you know it we're past the half-way mark of my Wait To Get Out '10. Multiple tabs, habitual refreshing, and comfortingly familiar bookmarks, but I thought something simple, resonant, worthy, should take stage front in this, another precipice post:"...and till I see You face to face,and grace amazing takes me home;I'll trust in You..."

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some wind, as I walk down east coast park;some run, with a plastic laser quest gun in a school canteen;early saturday dinner and ice-cream chef, leaving with the sun up and arriving when the sun's down, but not at a marathon with the same name;looking forward to a third day of what is shaping up to be a weekend of good memories I will smilingly recap over the weeks

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Inane questions when I'm watching TV is one of them. When I'm done with the Murakami text I'm reading at work I shall do a little reflection. Till then, I shall wallow in a bit of emoe angst.

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presents itself in an ending, in a growing, in a song of the unknown future. In a birthday card that says "I bow to your oldness";in a lyric, and in my tweet. Like a well-oiled machine, like a principled man. With 2-day sleep and midnight recee and, macs and koi and supper. A reversal of pronouns that i sing in my head: "I don't know about your past/and you don't have a future figured out..."On

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As with most weeks, or weekends, I am left with Saturday's luxury of time to sit down with my thoughts to blog, seeing as having revived the FB event for Sunday Frisbee, my time tomorrow really is set in stone more or less. So, with 3 cups of Koi this week, I'm well on my way to drinking my way through their extensive menu of delicious Taiwanese bubble tea goodness, but only just. What else?

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Good morning 10 May 10. 1. Friday's outing to MBS with Daniel was refreshing, the perfect getaway filled with good conversation, good food and excellent company. 2. Taking a rain check on the post-YAM-post-supper movie outing to watch Kickass was the first time I intentionally skipped a social gathering; strange, but necessary. I may rewatch on my comp for discussion purposes. 3. Somehow if I

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it isn't love.

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Either spent labouring, or spent wanting. Not in the lack sort of meaning. But in the there is so much out there that people are doing and I think I should get to do too kind of way. Desire?Soul-mates.I shall do some readings now.

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There is no force strong enough to inspire in me even the slightest enthusiasm to complete a task while at work. Each time this malaise hits me, my mind is immediately drawn to how different it is when I'm working in church. At church, there is a wholeness, completeness of satisfaction and contentment when I do stuff, even if it is physically demanding and unimaginably tough. Because the purpose

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So that question alone, directed at me, demands that I answer. "You know the sunlight always shines/behind the clouds of..."If I continue it'd be too obvious[update] your need to vent is uncommon enough to make it worth my notice. and a reminder of you when I chanced upon those braziliano(s?).

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has been 3 days in which I've oscillated between sheer relief, being at peace with the world and cursing and swearing at my own carelessness. The roaring twenties as they call it. Turning the big 20 has been nothing short of momentous. Truth be told, a friend's friendship is worth much more than any one moment, any whole day to myself, any effort that is required, remedial, or better, for greater

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Usually between the hours of 12 and 4. And I unfortunately start this pattern on a Sunday night, turning in at midnight after having excellent company at a lackluster film only to find out, very soon, that 4 in the morning, contrary to gwen stefani's similarly titled song, is not much to sing about. Tuesday I must have Rochor Tau Huay with the same folk.

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I treasure my Saturdays as the only days in the week where I can either spend more than 2 hours at home not sleeping or have the space to make plans. Today, however, with church commitments, I only get to do that now, after much difficulty dragging my sleep-deprived self out of bed, and because I didn't want to kill myself, I didn't rush to watch ac debate. Last night as I veg-ed out with a to-go

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The weekend, which in my head starts on Friday and ends on Sunday, finds its equilibrium somewhere on Saturday evening. Saturday is usually the day in which the time is freed up for making appointments with friends or with self. And, like this evening, I am afforded the time to complete the second of a 2-post blog-day on this, the 10th (double digits!) of April. 2 weeks until I celebrate turning

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Because truth be told, for us, success is a given. It's really a matter of what degree we decide to take it to. Here's the whole point about relativity, and also where all the criticisms about elitism that are leveled at us ring with some semblance of believability. Yet like I've said, we're elite, not elitist. Chances are, you're part of this "we". Some more so than others.

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I approached the Sistic counter to check if there were any tickets left for Jamie Cullum's showcase this coming Tuesday; only 1 ticket worth $150 left.

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Yesterday I went to sunrise service for the first time, but in the wet and the cold I was distracted; my more earthly purposes of supporting a friend and scouting a potential WL were fulfilled. Nevertheless it was only today when I read the passage in Luke about the Resurrection to the Ascension did the "very early in the morning" bit hit me as being incredibly significant. Yesterday I reached

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or rather, Randy Jackson for introducing "pedestrian" to my list of description of things. "Titans was so pedestrian, only Sam Worthington's accent was nice." "The drumming was pedestrian, it lacked both heart and feel." To this new word I add my own, "sedentary", which has the same effect of shrinking the recipient down to realistic size. Thank you AMI. For me, the most uneducated of soccer

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You want to spend as much time with that person or group of friends, just 'cos the conversation feels so comfortable. The questions are those that, if posed by someone else you'd find contrived and meaningless, but from that person you know it's completely genuine, and you find yourself opening up more than with anyone else. There is laughter in their company, shared inside jokes and stories and

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2 things that make me sad: 1. when the battery meter on my phone or iPod fall below maximum.2. when I, utterly unintended, land myself in awkwardness. I would have typed out a chapter from the gospel according to Luke, but it seems this transpired instead.

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The forty-six, or forty not counting Sundays, days that separate Ash Wednesday and Easter are the season of Lent. That both Easter Sunday and Easter Monday appear boldly on the A1-sized calendar on my desk at work are nice reminders that, despite the other things I oppose in the office, there's still room for a bit of Christianity. An enquiry from the 4th floor rattled me, but a little Scripture

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There's a nice little essay in Rushdie's Step Across This Line in which he expounds on the concept of influence on a writer's writings. To borrow this idea very loosely, I have come to realize that where I am, in terms of the space I occupy and the place and position I'm in where life (however you think about it in it's entirety) is very much dependent on who I am around for the longest periods

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Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones, as adapted for the screen by Peter Jackson, was the rare film during which I genuinely had nothing I could think of saying during its screening; I set pretty much silent, forming very few thoughtful reactions in my head, leaving finding I was partially unsatisfied, very much a reflection of the day, something I somehow expected a little of. It was saved by

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This week could not have been longer, and I am praying so hard that tomorrow will pass by quickly, uneventfully, and above all early.My friends a year older than I am seem to be having the freest time of their lives, and I'm glad to be able to share in a fraction of it; I really cannot imagine what will happen when my batch gets the time to do all this stuff in the last 2 months of 2010 and

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1. Remember to set up facebook event for sunday frisbee2. Apply early for teaching spot @ ACIB starting Jan next year3. Think of what 10 killer hours mean if they were spent with .

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You who were the last person last weekend have kept me kept me wondering, first with a question and now with a look given at an eavesdropped proposition. Good morning Saturday.

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There's nothing quite like having the time on a weekday to stop clockwatching and simply Facebook to one's heart's content. The slowest and most desirable way to start the month of March, on a day when it happens to be the second ACS Founder's Day as an alumnus. This is truly going to be a long month. Resounding URGH for good measure.

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Can be a place of profound meaning. Once, when I was moving around within its terminals, a great sense of displacement: I don't feel like this is where I want to be, "this" referring only to the physical location of my being. There is so much I want to do and experience, and deep down I think if I am denied the chance to leave it all behind for something more, I would be distraught beyond

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When I turn 21? Or just 20 for that matter? And far more importantly, who will I be there with? I'd choose spontaneity over plans. Keep that last weekend in April free friends!

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I make a conscious decision every single time I go out. I can stay at home and sleep. Or I could join my friends, make memories and feel like shit the next day at work. I choose to feel shitty, every single time.

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To be seen and heard. I think I'll sleep on the bus a little less than an hour from now this Tuesday. How much has happened between the last, which can be read about in the post immediately before this. Church and T3@changiairport tonight.

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At 4PM exactly last Thursday, I was the first out of the gate and into a cab. Ever since then, it's been an amazing 5 days (tuesday day #5 was spent at Wild Honey, Mandarin Gallery over $100++ dollars worth of breakfast) of great locations, great food, great conversation and fabulous company. I am horrified that this is the longest break I am afforded.

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Presents have always been a source of stress in my experience. When I was younger, buying an iPod seemed like the biggest thing we could give. As I got older, the price tag increased accordingly, upwards of 2K this year. This, obviously, has always been a shared thing. All this is compounded now that I'm thinking about two 21st birthdays.

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Sunday, day #3: Sunday, Valentine's Day CNY Day 1 all rolled into one. Because of the latter 2, I was deprived of a regular former, so much so that I was made to leave church immediately. As is custom, small number of visits and small dollar collections. Finally getting to sit in front of my computer at the end of the day was a welcome relief and return to normalcy. Today, Monday, day #4: As a

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Why you are a fox.Everyone has a story. And I'd like to think I'm the best listener around. Does anyone wanna go out tonight after the family dinners? Otherwise I might find my Sunday out of the ordinary to have been quite the waste.

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1. CNY means nothing to me primarily because it has always appeared paganistic, basically baseless in all its talk of fortune and luck. I suppose it is actually a good thing that V Day falls on CNY Day #1; takes some focus off the usual rubbish. The only thing it is good for is a 4-day weekend. Well, it was actually 5 days for me, with the 2 mentioned non-work days even before that. 2. Weekend

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"I love you,but only on my own."The work week ended on Tuesday. The only thing worth remembering, though, has been getting to get home early. Which gives me the opportunity to hang out with some awesome company and store up memories. On Wednesday I met Daniel, AmandaB, Royston and Jasper to blade at ECP. My first time blading, tiring like heck. The whole afternoon/evening was hilarious, and we

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And one more feed update before you get to the bottom of my profile page.

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1. Spending $17 on KOI.2. Solicitation on an album.3. I think a nap is in order.[Edit/Update] 4: Normally it would have been chocolate, but I took kaya just 'cos you said last night that it was your choice.

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Please forgive me if I sleep my Saturday away, almost completely, because I have been out watching Parnassus till 5AM. It has been a wonderful start to the weekend.

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1. Midnight's Children, the Booker of Booker's authored by Salman Rushdie, is a text of such intensity and volume to leave one reeling. There is great satisfaction having read it all, even having 3 different copies in my possession at one point in time. I fear whatever I read next may seem less exciting. 2. Every week should be like this week. On Monday, I met Louis, Gavin, Lynette, Charis,

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If there was a metaphor for life, it would be hailing a cab; you would not imagine the intricacies until you've perfected the art. Anyhow, a year ago we got our results. If you get past the news reports with titles like "Four hacked to death in Malaysia" you'll read that the average of 40.49 is higher than my batch's 40.1 I will repeat this to my dying day: after the remarking, our average is

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Tonight's YAM Orientation 2010, which I co-organized with rachh and TGN, was attended by a cosy number, a wonderfully succinct speaker and the a worship set so tight you could not have passed a guitar string through it. The 6 FB wall posts I've just sent out are testament. I didn't attend supper on NYE night, nor the largish gathering at dong dong's place on NY Day post-wedding, and I'm not at

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It's 2:00 a.m. on Jan 1st, 2010. A new decade made it's silent entry in between pews of communion-taking congregation members at watchnight service. Already it has been an afternoon of squash with debaters, an evening with churchfolk, and now, a very late night and early morning just thinking. My last note on FB was about music for 2009, and it seems so trivial in comparison to all the other

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So instead of watching another installment of Chestnuts, I met up with an old friend on the steps of an MRT station to chat for over an hour. Then it was sending mass emails regarding YAM Orientation 2010. And finally it's this - blogging on the eve of the eve. Which I normally do on the eve of the eve on my birthday and Christmas (not this year; that whole stretch of holiday-ness was marked by a

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2-post luxury is indicative of a day spent at home. For whatever reason. To think that just 10 days ago I was settling snugly into the warmth of winter as we know it here. Usually it's the days in between the two major holidays that are a sort of time-limbo. Much more so now that there's no school that's gonna start, just a continuation. All the more reason to make sure I remember what the

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Morning of the December 29th, 2009. Gosh, what a way we've come. To think there are only 2 more days in the year. By a little twist they will not be spent as the year started, but more like the majority. I take away 2 things in particular - connecting with people whom I've long known but never really known, and being in ambition-limbo while pursuing church endeavors. Different periods of the year

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It was a silent night as Adriel and I sat in front of the TV in Sam's living room answering the occasional call and sms, finally sleeping and waking for second service this morning. Gavin offered to let me choose the lunch location for our usual gang, but it was not to be; we had a Korean lunch at Dempsey before napping and finally the Hiews joined us, and as is tradition, we were all under one

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No pretense, here's the stuff I want: Wolf Hall by Hilary MantelThe Secret History by Donna TarttA Case of Exploding Mangoes by Muhammad HanifHavaianasA perfectly doable list. So get crackin'!

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Sitting here watching my cat try to eat my Wii sensor, I recall a cup in an empty office where, had I added a slip to it, today would have been an hour in and the rest out. But it was not to be, purely decided by a substantial trawl and successful searchandfind. Things worked out though, and I think I earn another free pass with the longish letter I penned; I should add another remark under my

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In between cups of tea and coke, it occurred to me that I would like to blog about the week before YAM Camp. In particular, the Friday spent in church after a morning in the unknown northern bits of Singapore and wondering around in the rain, entirely purposeful and purposeless. That afternoon, I started out with the intention of simply completing a task that required my presence backstage.

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Not in the past few months has the sun been this intense on a weekday afternoon in all of the 4th quarter's seasonal winteriness. It's hot, and it's welcome. All the better to slog it out in church, having but 2 days till departure and work commitments to tend to in the day time. "Office hours" to the youthful sound as foreign as songs without music videos. I shall blog about yesterday when I get

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I'M GETTING A NEW PHONE that doesn't have a camera (surprise) and actually doesn't give me panic attacks whenever I send important messages or break apart each time I drop it. It's not easy being an SMS hypochondriac. As if I weren't verging on social pariah-hood enough.That's the insecurity and paranoia speaking if you were wondering.

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Last night I told myself I'd blog this super early this morning, but that's didn't quite crystalize. I would have given anything (ok let me repeat that: I would have given anything) to have stayed on with the rest of the kids at vbc, if only because it would have materialized the afterglow of the weekend and carry me straight through the the 3-camp finale next weekend, but also because it is a

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Church during office hours.Casual dining; Japanese.Impulsive second trip;I really wanted to fill that ONE spot which was vacated at the last minute. I would have had so much fun helping out with the same folks as the past weekend. Alas, and sigh, these 3 days are over. A little work completed, a lot more to be done over the next 8 or 9 days in church. The only hurdle is tomorrow. Please, as I've

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As Kenneth rightly facebook-ed, those of us recovering from camp slept from november to december; for me it was as the little clock thingy on my dashboard flickered from midnight to 12:01/12:02 that I shut down, turned in and wondered where the last day of nov went, even as it was the first of 3 days of rest. Today's the second/middle; and midday already, with threadless tees and contact lenses

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For once, a blow-by-blow recount will do no justice to these past 3 days. It was a long weekend I had waited so long for, and I was afraid the immense expectations I had of it would not be met. How wrong I was; they have been surpassed to the furthest extent. Meeting old friends who've left and returnedPutting the old skill of tying thousands of water bombs learnt years ago in practice after all

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Black backgrounds make for good possibility. They are better than the oft-talked-about blank slates. 5-hour brunches on a Saturday morning are the epitome of good healthy living. It gives one a sense of suburbia, or maybe an urban tranquility. Apparently I enjoy green tea; I used to avoid it consistently. It helps with a sortofbutnotquitealittlebitcanyoucallitthat split lip.And as I said before

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I really wanna go for Paul's Alpha Camp, but the weekday thing is kinda hard to get past; I wonder, how can I weasel an off-day or three? I fear I may have been pushy, and that's the last thing I want. But now it's a matter of capitalizing some silence and some (hopeful) opportunity the weekend presents. Target of the Week

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I suppose it was only a matter of time before this song made it to title-of-post status. Dashboard Confessional le sigh; such emotion packed into simple words and even simpler melody. Opportunity sort of presented itself to me yesterday to take today off work. But I didn't seize it. The consequence of this is as certain as another "let's see asteroids/shooting stars" group/event invitation on FB

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As far back as I can remember, the different circles I occupy have been more or less distinct from one another. We've got school friends, church friends, CCA friends, friends from camps, friends from one-off events, friends from switching schools, and so forth. With respect to the title of the post, I think I've only ever invited Cherry and Paul (paul: have I ever invited you to a church camp

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Allow me to quote a little scripture that was quoted in the context of one of Orwell's essays: NKJV Ecc 7: "...there is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life in his wickedness. 16 Be not righteous over much; neither make thyself over wise: why shouldest thou destroy thyself ? 17 Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why

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Friday the 13th spent learning about the Team Excellence Symposium (TES, and 769574618374 acronyms that preceded it).Constraint exercised while walking under an umbrella in the rain. Enlightenment and elevated thought considered while waiting for the train. Discovery experienced after putting a mental bookmark on a page in George Orwell's Decline of the English Murder (Boys' Weeklies) and

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The Mee Siam at work is poison. And not in the vodka-is-my-poison kind of way. A pleasant reminder that I practically have a 3-day week, with just 2 days left! Quick, Friday arrive. Emailing to get to you.

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This shall be a frivolous post about What I Did This Weekend, but it is meaningful because it had many significant moments that, in some way, represent the space I occupy right now. 1. I met Paul and Sean for dinner at Holland Village, and we talked about so much. We admitted things too, for me some already known, some always known but never aired, and others. 2. I attended a YAM Committee

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When one chooses an activity to pursue all-out, one immerses oneself wholly, bandying about its lingo as if the world should know what you mean. Take for instance an Ultimate Frisbee Player; things like grabhuckscore and insideoutoutsidein throws come as naturally as breathing (it was either frisbee or the flea market craze, and it seems I know slightly more about the former than the latter,

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This post could be, like others, a sincere but poor jotting down of the significance of having exactly a year of NS left (exactlytoday'sdatenextyearnobutit'stomorrow'sdaytobepreciseohwhattheheck).But I think I've gained a little more perspective than that. A few early days that stretched from yesterday till Monday, with a little normality at work (TGIF at that) means that I'm in a

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1. Friday leveling-up, with the outstanding issue of finding an electric guitarist2. This Is It in place of a stay-over which never materialized; it's OST still remains un-updated3. Prologue discounts let slip intentionally because of Borders 20%4. An unexpected 4musketeers photo and an amazing night ending with weird horror films5. Leaving the tan question for another week, but still getting to

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It'd be very much like this.

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There are albums that have stood apart from their inception, including Jay-Z's The Black Album and Mariah Carey's Music Box, just to name 2 critically and popularly acclaimed records. None, however, compares to MJ's Thriller, a 9-song LP that sold 100,000,000 copies. Watching This Is It was good simply because of the music - completely original and inspired by things that are real. There's a line

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Sometimes one finds in the midst of good literature, or in observations of one's friends and company, or from events beyond the realm of human control or cognizance, a moment of catharsis or epiphany, of revelation and clarity that, more than anything, leaves one in a state of unknowing because of all there is to know. I have found that, in this moment, in this space I occupy, I know beyond the

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The rarity of class gatherings bears uncanny similarities to the sighting of a manual car or a carpark without a toyota wish. I was IM-ing Joash on MSN 2 nights ago, and we agreed that this cannot continue; it is downright unhealthy in my opinion. As a pre-cursor to organizing this, I'm thinking of consolidating where everyone is at the moment, like overseas or local unis, where in the armed

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Was, again, about the same thing. Strange, no one's asked me about it recently. Welcome I suppose, different from the last. And the one before that. I think I can handle a 3-day week, starting tomorrow ending friday. I think I can I think I can.

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"The weather outside is frightful" describes a little of what today seems of the surface, but really, it is one of those special weekends. Saturday with Clarence and Xinquan watching (500) Days of Summer, having dinner at Chomp Chomp with Wing Hing and Ryan, then staying over at Clarence's place to watch the BPL and play DotA. (This is the limit of my computer gaming if you're wondering, once in

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I admire how on Daphne is with the weekly frisbee facebook event. I also marvel at how louis and i are usually the first to who rsvp "attending". And finally I wonder why, with lack and want of consistency (let's leave prowess for the while), I so promptly click. I do hope it's more like 3 Sundays ago this time round, less so the past 2 (ok, maybe a little of the epic scrimmage; i'm a sucker for

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2 weeks ago I played the best frisbee, but today just wasn't there. Just as in other activities, I seem to play upwards to the standard of those around me, especially when there is a more condense group.To look forward to: YAM Camp Comm Meeting, tomorrowGathering/Stayover, saturdayEarly morning frisbee, sundayPlease let tomorrow be a slow start, especially without the drama about leaving work.If

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Falling asleep on a Saturday afternoon meant I missed out watching (500) Days of Summer with Elliot/Justin/Patrick, and instead I took some time to slowly flip the pages of this year's Booker Prize Winner, Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel. Unlike the other Bookers I've read (namely Arundhati Roy's God of Small Things, Roddy Doyle's Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha and Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger), it is a

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Spent the night at ET's place after we met, with XQ, at BTP for pool after I finished work. I spent half an hour this morning sitting on a window sill watching a pigeon and thinking about how I would spend Monday when noon arrives till time for YAM Camp Comm meeting in SMU.

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