tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62560972011-10-03T23:44:41.562+08:00blogmusanoreply@blogger.comBlogger3501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-89781897058541789202011-04-13T04:18:00.002+08:002011-04-13T04:27:33.121+08:00

The last thing I need right now is for this thing that fucks with your heart and your mind to come back haunting you. A little exaggerated perhaps. Clearly I have long given up on it but being human you just cannot run away from it. I have been clean for a good period of time and everything was well until it all came back once again very much unexpectedly. Earlier tonight I opened a new page in

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A recount of the day's event typically begins with the first thing you did the moment you open your eyes to the bright new day ahead. Mine never does. It continues from the night before. And the night before I had the strangest journey to an unknown realm which I've been to once before but never thought I would revisit ever again. I woke up fearful, frightful, and I was sure that it'd all come

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Let us not succumb to slumber, for the rising of the sun over the eastern horizon is too beautiful to be missed. Let us wait for its arrival, patiently, anxiously, with much anticipation, a cacophony of emotions filling you up in bewilderment, drumming against the vessels in your heart like Taiko drums, majestic, be it dawn or dusk, in beats, in tandem. Let your soul be free, floating amidst the

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I could be selfish and tell myself oh screw this shit I don't owe anyone a living. But I have more sense in me than to do that, precisely what I've always done ever since I could remember feeling this way. It is supposed to be something beautiful, something that I thought has the innate ability to lift your mood up when you are at your lowest, to put a smile on your face as you rejoice, happy

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On a lighter note (or maybe not), news and current affairs just keep on surprising me. I'm not going to talk much about 'our big minister' and the untactful things he had said which has been causing much distraught, tension and unhappiness within our community. People been asking me, what's my respond to it. My only respond is, why are we so surprised? Seriously, what is so surprising about

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Like the previous semester, I am going to kick off this new one with Dr. R, an enrichment class to teach (in a madrasah no less, good holy way to begin the year eh? Quite the opposite of the Christian school last year hah), and a little funny thing in tow (which will not be too funny halfway through the journey if there's anything I should learn from my previous experience). It's gonna be a good

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JAVA ESCAPADE PART 2 - Jakarta, Bandung and BogorDay 1 - All Hail SukarnoSo here we are finally in the land I grew to know as the epitome of Southeast Asian nationalism. So much we have learnt, read, heard, about the strength of their undying love for the country, and say what you want about their messy state of being, this place is truly a gem. It is my ultimate goal to cover the entire nation

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Few weeks ago I found myself in your embrace and I listened to the words I thought I'd never hear you say. And since then you've left me confused. But tonight I finally realised why. I will wait like I've been trained to, till you can finally end this denial, but I will keep my distance from you so I can protect this fragile heart of mine.

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I bought this book not as a form of support or advocation of liberal thinking in their definition, much against my principles, but as an exploration to feed this burgeoning sense of curiosity that I have always hoped to be able to lead me into some kind of unnatural paradigm, so unnatural that it is natural. I left it sitting on the shelves, not wanting to infuse or perhaps confuse myself with

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This is Monday and like all other Mondays that would come after a weekend spent liberally (go figure) I wish I could take this pain away and bury it deep deep, I wish I could just hide under my blanket and not see daylight ever again. Ease of communication has caused us much misery. Network expansion is evil in disguise. I want to be a hermit crab and hide in my shell, protected in my little

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Humility is virtuous. Modesty is virtuous. Kindness is virtuous. This is not. I reflect. I'm aware. I regret. I'm a fool. Soon the sky won't be the only thing that's falling. Soon this wrench will untwist, or perhaps it will not. We will walk through the darkness with our heads up high. We have done it before and we will do it again. We will keep doing it on this treacherous lane. It's a new coat

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In times of crisis like this it's good to just let it out and screw whatever perception of "false pretension" you have been holding up for your own self. Whine and wail like a whiny teenager if you have to. Yes I have a problem with whiny teenagers but I will do what they like to do if I feel that that is the best outlet for self-expression. As in the case of the previous post. Emo momo!Whether

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You keep denying the way you feel about this. You keep telling yourself, oh I'm strong I don't let such trivial things affect me. The only problem is deep down you know these things are not trivial. They will never be because they are what the crux of civilisation is based upon. The fundamental existence of human being is based on this and all those other little things that are associated to it.

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How can you like someone yet get so irritated by his or her actions every now and then! Whose fault is it? Am I being too sensitive or are they being too ignorant and unaware? MEHHH I don't like this. It makes me sad like a wimpy weepy teenage girl.I am sad also because I can't write properly in my own mother tongue anymore. It's tragic. I have to do a write up on two famous Malay icons Ashley

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The biggest, most important lesson learnt thus far: do not be envious of other people's rice bowl unless you're really sure that they are both china. And you can't compare a plastic bowl and a china bowl. They are fundamentally different. But a china bowl is not necessarily better than a plastic bowl. At least the latter breaks less easily. So if you think your bowl is plastic, just make do with

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Death is one of the hardest things to be fathomed and they have been happening closer and more often than expected these past few years. My neighbour, the lady of the house next to ours, passed on yesterday after having gone through some difficult years battling cancer, leaving behind 3 children around my age and an alcoholic husband. The bubbly Indian lady who used to greet me every morning as I

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Six years ago I blew a balloon. It was red and round. I filled it up with helium so it was able to float and soar high towards the sky. It began as a secret. I blew it secretly within the four walls of my room. It was quite a pain but I was determined for it was giving me so much joy and satisfaction. 'What a feat!' I would say. But I was pleased with myself for having done what I thought was

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You know there is something seriously wrong about you when you see your (potential) lover as your immediate competition. How can I like you if I'm going to hate you for always being a few steps ahead of me? I'll tell you how. All you need to do is to let your guards down and let me in honey. I can't take away those that do not belong to me no matter how envious I am. So there really is nothing

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I have never entertained the thought of teaching in a primary school ever. But from past experiences I've learned that I should never say never because whatever I claim to never do I will just end up doing. Pretty sad I admit. My decision to never go anywhere near becoming a primary school teacher was further reinforced with my last experience with Primary 1 kids for RC. They gave me so much pain

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When I was in Secondary 4, final year of what would typically be known as high school, I remember our English teacher being so angry with us at one time because according to him we were performing so badly that he found it utterly ridiculous for him to be dealing with fundamental errors such as simple grammar despite having gone through advanced education in the language and earned himself a

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Over the recent roller coaster ride he learned something new about himself. Here is a man who once claimed to be all matter of fact and non deterred by his feelings and emotions. Then one day he realised he is not that hardy after all. Here is a man who's crumbling from jealousy so painful that love to him now is just hatred in disguise.

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The repetition of our endeavour brings about a tendency of being immuned to this art form that it becomes an expected concoction with little purpose and reason. The thrill and excitement would usually subside as you become increasingly used to it. You lose purpose, you lose meaning. And then you begin to question the passion that you think had probably initiated this decision in the first place.

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They say love is to make a fool of yourself, downright embarrassing and calls for a gun to the head.

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When I decided on Education, I didn't know I was going to be confronted with hypocritical issues that make me want to poke my eyes out and throw them into the sea never to be found again. I can't go on, else I'll be given a lawsuit.Recently I've been having problems with people around me. So late at this age it's a wonder why trivial issues such as relationship and friendship bother me even more

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Technology has allowed us to be very well connected to the entire human race, so much that sometimes I feel like I am obliged to announce my departure with a respectful greeting. I'm taking my leave now so, goodnight world. (And I could almost hear them replying.) Strange.

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I've been extremely caught up with school that I haven't had time to keep up with the things that are going on around me. Blame it on ignorance as well. Yes well among most of my friends I am probably the only one who doesn't seem to give a hoot about the latest top models, the names of the political ministers, current world affairs, pop culture etc. Keyword here is seem. It's not that I don't

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Aunties tend to be generous when serving food portions to boys. My lady friend and I made an order for two bowls of Laksa. The stall doesn't prepare their ingredients before hand and have only one pot to prepare Laksa as they sell other dishes as well such as tom yum and yong tau fu, which they cook upon order as well. Sounds dubiously primitive but I guess it's their way of ensuring freshness.

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And what do you know, I'm finally in a tertiary institution, pursuing a degree. Not necessarily the school I had in mind 5 years ago when university education had seemed like a distant dream. At 15 I actually went on a university hunt all over the world (online of course) and had a rough idea of which I intend to go to eventually. We were young you know, things like this no matter the

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It's been more than 12 hours since the test ended but I still can't believe I failed it! I cannot fucking believe I failed my practical driving test! When things are destined to happen you somehow can find yourself knowing it is going to happen, like a sixth sense giving you the signs, some prefer it as gut feeling. I knew I was going to flunk my Econs at the A-Levels (I didn't, barely) because

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You know something is not right when you realise your sexual drive is at an all time low when you're barely 21. Nudity turns you off and porn bores you to death. Then you worry of the probability of your inability to conceive a child. You don't wish to be too old to finally realise that the time has come for a rightful heir to take over your empire which you've spent a good half of your life

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I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle against fats. It's been a month since I embarked on this journey towards a better body, a better shape but the changes are pathetically miniscule I'm slowly beginnning to lose hope. I've done all I could to burn those stubborn fats, the effort I've put in exceeds the weight loss miracle I experienced during my teenage years yet the progress is

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Good things in life tend to unfold themselves in ways you could least fathom and this I consider to be one of life's greatest mysteries. Better still, it's rather contagious. One good thing leads to another and another and another.Recently I've been blessed with the chance of meeting cousins I have been deprived of for more than 10 years, family affair it's complicated. You know how genes have

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We've come to the end of yet another phase of life. Somebody once said, we are characterised and defined by the things we do in our life, our jobs, career, whether you're a doctor, lawyer, teacher, actor, that's what you're known for. To have that taken away from you is like losing your identity. You're no longer a doctor or a lawyer, you're just a human being, not any more significant than any

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My face is so red I would probably pass as a delicacy if I were to enter a seafood restaurant now. That's chilli crab by the way. I can't seem to fathom the craze among our people over chilli crab. Seriously, is it really that good? Then again, I'm not a fan of crabs to begin with so I guess I'll never know. Of course, I digress. My point is, it was scorching hot I wished it'd been a weekend and

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Some say art has no boundary, like a shapeshifter it takes up various forms and can be interpreted in many ways. Therein lies a grave danger of firstly, misinterpretation leading to conceptual misunderstanding, and secondly, the definition of art becoming too loose that anything and everything becomes an art. I am more concerned with the latter. Without us realising it art has progressed and

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It's like doing a list of things to do before you die, or maybe before you turn 21. So I just finished my dance resume, created a Facebook account, bought a Japanese fedora from White Room, bought a pair of bronze greek-like sandals and currently working on a dress for a friend's birthday present. See, I'm doing/buying things that are not necessary or particularly beneficial in any way, besides

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I'm forced to grow up faster than I should. 20 years from now I would look back and say "I should have done that when I still had the energy and ability to." Yesterday I was a son. Today I'm a father. Life is certainly full of surprises.

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So it's been an extremely long hiatus from anything online and techy, blame it on work and the scholarship. Speaking of which, I'm here typing all this out as a proud graduant of a dance scholarship programme. It's not very big of a deal as it may sound like but the journey was not at all an easy one. No one in their right mind would sacrifice their leisure time every single day to suffer for

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RAPTURE is in less than TWO days!

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Who would have thought that being in NS could also mean forming friendships with very important foreign delegates, brushing shoulders with top notch political players of the region, meeting representatives from various United Nations bodies and having them telling you that your presentation feels like a scene out of a Sci-Fi movie? Every single day spent in this damned academy been a blessing in

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As much as I hate my job, it's one of the greatest and noblest thing I've done in a long time. I may not like the excessive workload and endless quables and most importantly the politics and horrible management that come with it, but to be able to teach these kids and equip them with the necessary skils and knowledge in preparing them for the real risk and danger out there that is part of their

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For the first time having lived in this area for close to 10 years, we're seeing not one, not two, but three Malay weddings happening simultaneously within 500 metres from each other, all of which are actually surrounding the block Im in. So you can imagine the noise, the joy, the colours, and of cos the glorious smell of piping hot Briyani with red chicken and mutton curry. But sadly we weren't

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I've been a victim of unappreciative, angry men of late, people passing remarks and telling me how little I'm worth, being told off as if I'm the most useless thing ever dirtied the surface of earth. It hurts real bad and if you think that's because my ego is shaken, then I think you have a problem with sensitivity. The best person to judge you is yourself really and to be honest, I've yet to

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Here's one thing I hate most about having a really bad fever: you have so much time to spend but there's nothing you can do because you're just so mentally, physically and emotionally weak that you end up thinking about a whole lot of other things that you never hoped to come near, sick or well, dead or alive. It adds mess to the already messy brain of yours. You start to worry extensively and

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Having been a Bumiputra for the first seven years of my life, we've travelled to various parts of the country, visiting places that no one would imagine going especially during that period of time when Malaysia was still in its early stage of modernisation. I was probably 4 then and already a backpacker. But as I grew the importance of having a steady rooted life sank in and our travelling

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I'm rather pleased with myself for having brought 2 people of very similar interest and aspiration together to combine forces and make things better for each other. We're not seeing any results as yet but something tells me it is going to be HUGE. Vicks, that's for telling me to audition for the dance scholarship, which I am truly thankful for. I like to believe that all human being possess this

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The year 2007 was one of great dicoveries, challenges, growth and adventures, filled with a ridiculous amount of fun and laguhter, but at the same time brought to me a true sense of maturity. The best year EVER.

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The person who first thought that 'winning isn't everything' probably had a little too much to drink or perhaps was having a drinking challenge with friends, lost, continued to drink even more and voila, suddenly winning isn't everything (I'm imagining knights in earthy garments cheering over mugs of beer in a bar that looks pretty much like a dungeon). I've heard about the most cliches in one

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As much as I enjoyed the lively performances put up by the graduating scholars of LA Dance Connection in their graduation concert last night, I left the building feeling impressed but at the same time unaccomplished and pretty much inferior. They were great dancers, perfect examples of what dancers or rather dance scholars should embody. I had the opportunity of getting insights into their

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When I turned up for the first round of audition for the scholarship few weeks back, all I was trying to do was to test my luck, to see what level of standard am I able to give and compare it to the standard that is being demanded by what they call 'the real world outside'. I hate to find myself in such a delusional state thinking that I'm probably good just because I was trained by a renowned

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Scissor Sister's I Don't Feel Like Dancing is probably the most appropriate song at the moment. You'll get my drift.

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Tell me if that is not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in the nonsensically warped world of 21st Century fashion. It's D&G's Crocodile collection, a series of bags made from genuine crocodile skin, made available only upon request. The price? Not stated on their website unfortunately. But one shouldn't expect it to cost anything less than US$1000, just in case. It's so gorgeous I feel

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This one week block leave, or what I would consider as my term break (since I've been posted back to the academy to teach) is doing more damage than I'd imagined. I've been doing nothing but eat, sleep and watch ANTM Cycle 8 on YouTube since graduation last Thursday, all the exercising and diet for the past 6 months officially wasted. Revenge is sweet isn't it. To think I was so close to not

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If I have to vote for the worst place to stage a concert, that'd be Mediacorp Theatre hands down. I'm still dumbfounded by the fact that despite having gone through a myriad of changes over the past few years and getting worldwide recognition for its productions that most claim to be nothing short of brilliant, the theatre is still as it has always been since god knows when. Im not sure which

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Check these out yo - our SYF pieces that Zaki choreographed ever since he became our instructor. Simply awesome man :DSYF 2003 - SwirlGold with HonoursSYF 2005 - Navras (Transcendental Bliss)Gold with HonoursSYF 2007 - Liberta (Now We Are Free)GoldAnd this is the video montage we played at last year's Rapture@esplanade

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Just when I thought I've got everything under control. Alive and kicking? Never say it too early. 4 days of excruciatingly high fever, I've never felt so sick my entire life. If it's true that fever actually helps to clear away your sin, then all hail The One Almighty, I should be as sinless and pure as a newborn child.So the whole week was wasted having done nothing productive other than to

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-42088565583237829002007-05-05T14:11:00.000+08:002007-05-05T15:09:14.303+08:00

I doubt anyone still visits my poor little space that used to be my area to rant and fling. Well, blame it on *AHEM!* (I can't say it OUT LOUD else I'll be charged). Not complaining, not complaining..Despite the extreme exhaustion, constant cramps, mental torture, bruises, pains and major destruction done on my complexion, I'm fairly contented, for whatever reason I'm not particularly sure.

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Honey, I'm home! Freedom never felt so good. Chocolate never tasted so sweet. It's cliche but when you're deprived of things that you tend to take for granted in this world, only then would you realise how much it's worth. Having been away from the loved ones, it's not their presence per se that I end up missing, but it's the respect and love that they have and show towards me that I find myself

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-23004101237701160262007-02-12T05:44:00.000+08:002007-02-04T04:49:12.502+08:00

It is really about time I stop telling myself that some people are simply luckier than me (right Saidah?). See this is why I hate blog hopping. They demoralise me BIG TIME. I'm horribly grumpy and unhappy now &%*^#$@*, at 6am in the morning :(

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People are scaring me with rumours regarding the release of the A-level results. Must it be so early!? You'd think two months is enough time for us to regain composure and refresh ourselves after all the toiling, coffee and late-nights (slight brain damage too, perhaps? no?). Truth be told, how can 2 months be enough when we spent 2 years going through the torture. It's ludicrous. Bullcrap.

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Had days when you think you simply don't make sense at all? Today's one of those days.So I was flipping through Dance Magazine just now and, oh boy, I miss prancing around the stage so bloody much. I miss the agony, the routine, the pulling of muscles, the sweating, the crying, the stress, the joy, the fun of being there on the stage being watched by a million pairs of eyes (or what seems like a

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One's personality and behaviour is very susceptible to his surrounding. You speak like the people you hang out with. Soon you'll think that you actually sound like the people you spend the most time with. You'll slowly start to adopt their mindset which naturally colours their personality. And then, you're one of them. I think it's scary. We used to argue the importance of individualism, how we

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Work glorious work! May I present to you the ultimate slave of work and money - me! So thank you Vicks for suggesting that we get a day off to meet up and chill. Cheers to a day at East Coast park (and a red, slightly sunburnt face, dang).

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I'd like to wrap you up in a shimmery red wrapping paper so it'll reflect light wherever you go. That I'll do right after I get a box that fits you well so you can snug in very comfortably. I'll throw in my duvet and a couple of puffy pillows to remind you of me, and perhaps the teddy you've been trying to steal from me. All that will only happen once I'm done putting you in the shower and dress

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-1165908085925747132006-12-12T15:14:00.000+08:002006-12-13T21:52:14.953+08:00

I am sick. Very very sick. Can't find a better timing for a cold can I. It sucks because I can't do shit other than to lie down and watch tv. And that is what I've been doing practically everyday ever since the holidays started, sick or not. I am very bored. There's nothing to do around here. I need a job. Will any of the places I went ever going to call me back? Am I so unwanted? I need a job.

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I am trying so hard to reconciliate whatever feelings I may have left and mend whatever pieces of the heart that may have chipped along the way but the tears were inevitable and here I am confused, abandoned, soul trapped in a guilt I myself am not able to comprehend. Why this, and why now?(My thanks to Mo)

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Free polaroid, thanks to the prom committee.As promised, prom photos HERE. Original, uneditted. Will be up for 7 days or until it reaches its maximum of 100 downloads, which should be more than enough for everyone who asked for it.Been very busy lately will update soon ciao!

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The day was meant for me to enjoy some solitary moments with myself, indulging in freedom of movement and direction by having nothing or no one stopping me from heading anywhere but myself, trying to figure out how Boey Kim Cheng might have felt striving for his dogma of "losing yourself in uncertainty to find the true meaning in life" and wondering why he could have possibly prefered losing

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PHEW~And this is it my dear gorgeous inhabitants of earth - the rocky, rough, painful journey that we have all bravely took up and battled for a good 2 years of our lives has finally ended. It wasn't as celebratory and crazy as I had initially expected (gosh, what a bathos) but hey, it doesn't really matter. All that matters now is that freedom is finally all ours.(Moby's Move-you make me feel so

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I will follow you into the dark.

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Finally got the photos from Farewell Assembly uploaded so here's some of them! Tsk tsk. Very gay. With Mr Silas and Mr Khoo. With Mr Smith. He's REALLY cute. And he'll be leaving for Australia at the end of this year. There goes our favourite Santa :( Members of the "badminton club" hahaha. Mrs Claudine Tan, our civics tutor. We look like tourists *snorts*. Who could quite forget Mrs Ram... Gay,

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OHMYGOD. Let this be a reminder to all you minions out there of the importance of the A-levels. Remember, it's not PASS or FAIL, it's LIVE or DIE.Oh gimme a break! That was rather humourous I thought, the whole dramatic depiction of the exams. Impact on the audience? I burst out laughing, end of story :)

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E I G H T E E NI know! That totally spells 18! Unbelievable isn't it!? One year older but still sweet as ever. I'll probably sound a tad immatured and totally unreflective of my new age but I am happy as shit that I am finally of legal age. It means a hell lot. All the movies I can now watch and all the freedom of booze, clubs and sex, there can never be a better age than 18; other than 21 that

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Fuck man this thing is fucking hilarious it totally lifted my mood and now I find myself going WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Rock your gonads good boys because it ain't gonna last, if you know what I mean. No you don't. Okay. Thanks Natalyn!Hanis, I need some of your ganja man. The nightmares are killing me, almost literally. So, err, whee?

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I feel suffocated. The haze is horrible! It's so bad sometimes I just can't help but feel like one of the Tyrones, imagining myself in a scene with Edmund and Mary talking about nothing but the fog. A whole scene attributed to the fog (as if it's not significant enough in the play) and a whole new wonderful character that helps add colour to the dull and boring life of the Tyrones; Musa. Now, I

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From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me

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Vicks, Lester, Jael and I all went over to Liz's house to, guess what? Watch Brokeback Mountain! Hahaha... I've been waiting so long and I thought I would never get to see that movie at all. To cut long story short, I find the movie short of amazing, far from what I had initially expected from all the gusto reviews and awards. It was touching, no doubt, but the script, or lack of it rather,

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New layout hah! White, clean, pastel. And may I also add slightly effeminate. Don't you think? Should have chosen more blues and greens. But I'm quite happy with this fresh breath of change. The darkness was getting to me. Pun intended. I'm happy with it yet I'm disturbed by the girlyness of it :/ we'll see how long I can stand it. But this must have been one of the easiest I have ever come up

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In the midst of the horrible horrible prelims, do not drain yourself of humour and be in touch with the happier side of you :)Sigh. Shamim, such a prominent figure, an icon of SAJC. The one who calls himself the guardian of the blue gates (entrance to the Cultural Centre).Enough of that. Now, back to the crude, croaking and caterwauling reality where we aim to frown all day long.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, as of tomorrow, I'll be embarking on the journey of self-realisation, self-evaluation, my last chance to prove to myself (and those who think the same way as I do) that I am not imbecile. Oh yes surprise surprise, I'm not. God it's really difficult when you have tutors and lecturers telling you that you don't have brains you know. Of course, it's not personal, nothing is

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LOCAL READERS BEWARE.The site that I am about to introduce all of you to belongs to a traveller who I assume is an Italian. He came to Singapore and took photos of our country. In his photojournal he posted the photos that he took and wrote captions underneath each of them, describing the details in the photo and some background info related to it. The things that he wrote are rather inaccurate

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it just occured to me how much i have sacrificed or am sacrificing for the sake of the wretched A levels, the route i figured i have stupidly taken just because i wasn't ready to decide my future at the age of 16. Singapore Fashion Festival passed without me, i chose not to take part in Fashion Fiesta, i declined to submit a resume for a role in Arts Central, and i will not be competing in The

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this dance by the contestants of the second season of So You Think You Can Dance is making me craaaazzyyyy... (and you'll see why)and suddenly contemporary sounds boring. talk about being different. that is the most magnificent thing i've ever seen! awesomely brilliant! my hat off to whoever who choreograped that magic. very inspirational *sniggers*-when you see a car transforming itself from

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Friendster is stupid, seriously. why feature people who i don't even know on my profile just because they are in my list of friends? if you must know, out of the 6 featured in the box on the right, only 2 are actually my friends. it's annoying and rather disturbing to have people thinking these weirdos are actually my friends (especially the one with the photo of himself in bed, naked from

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LESTER :)1. urm, watermelon?2. introduce yourself to watermelon!3. red and green.4. your language and vocab. need i say more dear?5. oh god. our first ice breaker session with the class at the plaza. i saw this curly haired smily weird looking (and ugly) guy and i thought save me i have a weird boy for a classmate...6. arhhh... kangaroo? no idea why. the first think that came to my mind.7. are

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this is slightly overdue so here goes:If you comment on this post, 1. I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll challenge you to try something. 3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you. 4. I'll tell you something I like about you. 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to

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i am proud of myself for many reasons. apart from performing at the Esplanade for the first time, and apart from choreographing a dance for the first time, here's another reason why i am proud of myself: Rapture went on well in spite of a sprained ankle that almost took that once in a lifetime opportunity away from me. and thus i saw for myself the strength of prayer, determination and willpower

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-1154315972069723092006-07-31T11:01:00.000+08:002006-07-31T11:19:32.093+08:00

i still don't see how this is unglam. that's the prettiest photo of me sleeping you will ever get to capture i tell you! what's with the red fan you ask? i was fanning myself because it was really hot and the heat was making me sleepy at the same time so i fell asleep while fanning myself! bleargh~ haha.anyway the letter from Mr Lee made me rediscover the emotions which i have lost, buried

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-1154098061276552952006-07-28T22:43:00.000+08:002006-07-28T22:53:25.136+08:00

Bryan asked how can one dance to Hide and Seek. well there's no such thing as can't.Sheryl's online store: http://butterfleric.blogspot.comher clay earstuds are very pretty.and Vicks asked what happened to my online store. haha well my partners and i are too busy right now to handle it; me with the A levels and them with their last year poly assignment. so yup. soon soon haha.

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the response for our Food from the Heart campaign is nothing short of pleasant, surprising and heart-warming. honestly, i didn't expect it to be much of a success because of the assumption that students can't really be bothered with such a thing (hey don't blame me blame the society that loves to stereotype) but our dear Saints have clearly proven me wrong. Saints do care about such projects and

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Last Friday, while getting ready for our Racial Harmony Day performance (yes we still do celebrate RHD in JC) it started to dawn on us that we were going to perform Shake for the very last time that day. i don't know how our seniors felt when they did their last S.A.X. but it sure felt somewhat nostalgic to be doing Shake for the last time.Shake-life's demands are making me crazy. and some people

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-1153049720204372962006-07-16T18:34:00.000+08:002006-07-16T19:41:38.440+08:00

you are what you eat. bullshit. you are what your friends and their influences are. you can totally disagree with me on this but if so name me any point of time in your life where the way you think and behave is not a result of an impingement on the part of the people you hang out with. perhaps there are certain cases where it could be true but for most of the time we owe it to the fellow beings

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and it's time to panic. seriously. 3 weeks away from Rapture and 2 months away from prelims. and passing is still a battle we've yet to conquer. people are complaining about getting Bs and Cs and i can hardly smell a D! :( it's a little weird though as around this time 2 years ago the situation was all too similar; poor grades when the big day is just round the corner. yet the panic level was an

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ever since the relatively short hiatus due to the exams my interest in blogging and the blogosphere went down and now i'm sitting here thinking what to write haha. post mortem of the exams? nah too boring. but i really hope things will change for the better. the results i mean. grades, digits, figures, numbers, percentile, paper qualification, meritocracy urgh yes. bcos though i might not have

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am i like a fan of Imogen Heap or what. move away Jamie Cullum for Immi is here to stay. hoho! and all thanks to Arman who first introduced me to this awesome talent from the sky above. come to think of it, we somehow do share a similar taste in music eh hmmm. note i said similar, not the same. but anyways wow what are the chances man; i'm a fan of the OC and now i like Immi too and the former

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my definition of beauty?this is beauty - here.look at her as she pirouettes on and on. look at her legs, so long and slender. look at the priceless expression on her face as she expresses her glory and love. look at her move, so smooth and filled with so much joy.look at the stage and look at the rows of empty seats. Rapture at the Esplanade.the euphoria of being able to perform on a stage so

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i definitely expect more from you but it's all about hiding the anguish. it will make perfect sense one day (i hope). the patience is wearing thin but i'm determined to make it last. all i ever do is wait but i won't stop waiting because i'm an observer. ur my perfect specimen and i'm keeping you under the microscope.but then again, i'm a human afterall. and i don't think i can go on pretending

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what's the one thing that inspires you the most? for me, it's got to be Arts Central. no, seriously. one for being the best channel and two for airing all the best shows in the world. i mean come on... between ABC DJ and Supernanny which would you rather watch? okay maybe Supernanny isn't quite a good example (though i have to admit it can be rather entertaining to see how wild kids nowadays are)

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we are never satisfied with whatever God has given us and we are forever itching to lay our hands on things that we think He has unfairly granted others with. but really, i'm quite tired of being a jack of all trades but master of none. perhaps i don't even qualify as a jack of all trades. who says we want to be smart, good-looking and successful? we want to be the smartest, the best-looking and

musanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256097.post-1150044426445178152006-06-12T00:24:00.000+08:002006-06-12T00:47:06.483+08:00

you find comfort in telling strangers your problems.the ironic truth. because they have that benefit of a hindsight.and the fact that they are not in any way involved in the mattermakes it even easier.but anyway. i can't correctly decipher the meaning of"finding love in all the wrong places". so does the faultlie in you for looking for it in well, all the wrong places?what constitutes as a wrong

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