The Caffeine Junkie and her Escapades

Episode 105: moving house

2006-02-11T00:41:00.000+08:00

so the continuous publishing has driven me nuts. and the word verification is seriously bad for my astigmatism. so i've decided to move to wordpress.
and here i am
in my nice niche in cyberspace
a virtual place in a space
how geographical
anyway
here i am, click me. the next sentence. of course...
I have moved.
goodbye my blogspot :) i wish you well
till next time,
debs

Episode 104: lawless

2006-02-11T00:16:00.000+08:00

and you know your meet team has a law school student when he prays...

Dear God *blablabla* and may Your will for her be *pause* executed

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. guffaws. HAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. too funny. unfortunately i was the only one paying true attention to catch it, and hence i had to supress laughing for a good fifteen minutes. hahahahahhahahahahahahahah. giggles.

Episode 104: lawless

2006-02-11T00:05:00.000+08:00

and you know your meet team has a law school student when he prays...

Dear God *blablabla* and may Your will for her be *pause* executed

Episode 103: of cycles and men

2006-02-09T00:14:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
and so
after much laughter at having a perky ass, a wobbly David statuesque, and premonitions of looking like road kill, i still hadn't learn how to ride a bike, or at least, not properly.
it was a REALLY fun one and a half hours spent with S, R and A who sweetly came down later. :)
it started out really badly...with S and R having to cling onto the handlebar and the back seat really tighthly while i try not to fall splat on their face or run over their toes. and it gradually got better. and i realised, that scenery motivates me to cycle better, esp, eye candy. *grins*

and in the midst of S singing 'Postman Pat' (for reasons why, i can't fathom) and R saying 'Cowabunga' and A going 'HAHAHAHAHAHA', i realised that my life is blessed, with friends who are willing to teach me and laugh alongside it too. :) a sec sch friend, a jc friend and a uni friend. yayness!

oh. my butt seriously hurts beyond measure now. yowza. i will try to learn how to ride again. yay! cowabunga, postmanpat postmanpat! :)

till next time,
debs

Episode 102: five things i learnt in school today

2006-02-08T00:50:00.000+08:00

hello, you!

1. throw away all signs of your decapitation of bears.
after monday's episode of munching off the head of the gummy bears A. gave during methods class on monday (and making ensuing roaring noises), i forgot to throw away the packet. hence, the ants crawling out of my bag during hist class. ooops.

2. only chickens can cross roads.
was looking at a heron trying to cross the road from KRT to LT11. and the bird insisted on walking during the peak hour traffic and nearly got killed. seriously feather brained. i mean, cmon, fly, for the sake of the blood pressure of human beings watching you hoping not to become roadkill.

3. i am an NTUC plastic bag.
a modern day version of jars of clay.

4. MEET trains me well if i lose my job next time.
i can be a popiah roller, a CNY goodie maker and even a drink seller. 'hi, after such a long talk i bet you would want a cool refreshing drink? it is only $1 and it will help support our MEET team but more importantly, please pray for us.' repeat that ad nauseam ad inifitium. and then you sell finish. :)

5. and an ism joke.
what do you get when you cross a neo-liberal with a neo-Gramscian? a free radical. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH.

till next time,
debs who would like you to try 3 vietnamese spring rolls for a super-worth-it price of $2.50!

Episode 101: randomness

2006-02-05T19:30:00.000+08:00

hello, you! since i am waiting for dinner i shall post my bo-liao pictures of perth which are funny in their own right. tee hee hee. :) man, digital cameras really indulge the bo-liao spirit in me. :)

when i first reached our accomodation, the road signs were the first thing that caught my eye. for some inexplicable reason, this reminded me of the song 'One way, Jesus, You're the only one that I could live for' cuz of obviously the 'One way' sign and the arrow-upwards was like, you know, heaven-bound. ok. i am wierd.

i like to moo-ve it moo-ve it, in a jitter-bug way.

horsin' around with the old guy...

explains it all. i inherited the madness. innocent on all accounts.

tee hee hee

us being bo liao and trying to take a family shot in the motel...my father was giving his primordial growl at my mum and mine typical bo-liaoness. heh.

till next time,
debs

Episode 100: Goodbye and thanks for all the fish

2006-02-04T01:01:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
so we had yu sheng without the yu. imagine that! brings new meaning to 'nian nia you yu'. but. it was super fun! yay.
had a super fun geog tutorail today. we derailed. we are.... VALLEY GORGES GEO BUs. hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahhahhaha.
my ism got approved. thank you God!!!! *prance around* *flips hair* *does some jitterbugballetjazzthing* *does some random postpunkpostrock strumming of my air guitar*
talking about post rock. darn. i want to go for the franz ferdinand thing. BUT. the darn thing is SO expensive. nevermind. i shall take D's advice, and buy the DVD. 30 bucks. can watch repeatedly. hmmm.
ah well.
yay to life!
viva la whateva!
love,
debs

Episode ninety nine: mppbk

2006-01-29T00:37:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
*mppbk* thats the way my cousin kisses us goodbye. the way kids give a 'french kiss' but this time on a cheek. some wierded out way of blowing air laden with saliva onto your cheek and gurgling at the same time. ah. too cute. yay! i suspect his mum feeds him steriods...otherwise it is impossible that a kid can grow so fast. no way! *frowns*

apart from that..i'm thoroughly prepared this year. when i meet a relative i'll go:

yes, i am in university studying arts but no i am not going to be a geography teacher. yes i look like my mum and no i did not grow taller. yes i do not have a boyfriend but no, i do not want you to introduce your colleague's cousin's nephew's son to me thank you very much.

ah. and after that, i can be left to my own devices and tickle all the kids and they can't complain cuz they dont know how to talk and when they cry i'll just shrug. YAY! *mppbk* *mppbk* *mppbk*

til next time,
debs who hopes all her friends put on weight during this season. YAY *mppbk*

Episode ninety eight: white teeth

2006-01-26T23:50:00.000+08:00

no, not Zadie Smith
white teeth
cuz they are clenched
unwittingly too
this does not bode well.
somehow, subconsciously, i must unclench my teeth.
urghs.

Episode ninety seven: the mechanical contrivium

2006-01-21T00:56:00.000+08:00

and soo i decided to try this

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Princessdeborah!

Bees visit over three million flowers to make a single kilogram of princessdeborah!
It can take princessdeborah several days to move just through one tree.
Princessdeborah has a memory span of three seconds.
Princessdeborah is actually a fruit, not a vegetable.
Donald Duck's middle name is princessdeborah!
Princessdeborah is 984 feet tall.
Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than princessdeborah.
In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, princessdeborah is the victim!
Princessdeborah was originally green, and actually contained cocaine.
Grapes explode if you put them inside princessdeborah.

from
http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=princessdeborah&gender=f

heh

Episode ninety six: exploding raisins and WANTON delight

2006-01-15T00:03:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
and so..
chao ta raisins are actually hollowed carbon shells

pohpiah skins can look wantony (nono, not skanky...wanton-y) or golden brown depending on the fire

dogs move their limbs and bark softly in their dreams.
hmmm..the phrase 'bark softly' makes me read and re-read this sentence. i like it. 'bark softly'. almost on the same level as 'dark night of the soul'. bark softly.

m.eet provides job opportunites in case we are unemployed next time. we'll become chinese new year goodie makers. with the bestest pohpiahporkiepuffs and corniecookies who are raisin' to the occassion.

yay. today was fun. :) albeit tiring and winking at cheeky ahpehs all the way home with my sore eye.

we're going to turn into a factory. roll roll roll. bish bish bish. yayness.

till next time,
debs de delightful dazzling dishwasher

Episode ninety five: the slope

2006-01-13T23:35:00.000+08:00

i believe i've never started a sem so badly before, that by the end of the first week, i am already looking forward to the mid-sem break. everything is coming to a head. and within five days of school.
i don't think i've ever felt so stupid in a class before...or at least not since secondary school higher chinese class days...
and i commence descending down the slippery slope...

and the seasons they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down
we're captive on the carousel of time
we can't return we can only look
behind from where we came
and go round and round and round in the circle game

till next time,
debs

Episode ninety four: i'm a chick hear me pok

2006-01-10T17:44:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
ARRRRGH. pokpokpokkaeee. ARRRGGHH. I'm a chick.

chicken hearted.
i am scared to go on exchange. as in, cannot-sleep-at-night-hence-grumpy-in-the-day scared. ARGHS. i want to go and yet the fear of being alone scares the chickshit outta me. pokpokpok. humphs. apart from the fact that my mum's worrywart genes have nicely mutated into megaworrywart debs..i will miss home. *sniff* *sniffles in a chicky way* *wipes nose on sleeve*

chicken little too.
the sky is seriously falling. on my ism that is. ARGHS. pokpokpok. i can't believe i had to stay up till 2am on the first school night to find that dang Gereffi reading. and, if the ism does not get approved...it means i will be doing a four module sem. which is seriously bad news cuz it means coming back from exchange to two six module sems. oh dear God.... i don't want to hyperventilate from doing that numanuma dance...but I am going cranky

chicken brain as well.
i think the feathers in the brain are imploding in their feathery way from all the paper work i've to do. arghs. it is like some form of bureaucratic induced paper cut on the brain or something... red tape wavers...down with you! *bishbishbish in a chicky way*
poks away.

watched narnia today with mummy and daddy. was supremely irritated with the people sitting behind us. they can't chew with their mouths closed! i could tell what they were chomping on cuz they made different sounds with the nachos and the pop corn. the latter was crunchcrunchsloooop and the latter was chompchompchomp. and all accompanied with the slurping of a drink. eeeeeeeeeks.

the show was both heart warming and heart wrenching. esp the scene of the sacrifice...i never imagined Jesus coming down to earth in this way. ah. its like that F.OC tee shirt 'He didn't have to'. and when Aslan went 'it is finished', I went, 'indeed, thank you God'. sometimes a visual wake up call is what I need. it is like how sometimes I feel afraid in m.eet, thinking that i really come from the clementi cannotmakeit club, and yet i know God uses the weak and the small. :)

oh. and bimbotic side note...ASLAN! woohoo! when i read the credits i realised why i liked aslan so much!! Liam Nesson!! *goo goo eyes* hot cakes! ahhhh!!!

oh wells. off to more birdbrain paper cuts. liam nesson!! *googooeyes again*

till next time,
debs

Episode ninety three: puuu pees

2006-01-08T23:12:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
my neighbours have a puppy! or as glenn close calls it.... puuu pee. ARGH. why couldn't they get a gold fish???? or continue their luo han craze? and even if you get a dog, get a nice pretty one can? not those idiotic skinny small things which go yipyipyip ad nauseum ad infitium.
to neighbours: you stay in a four room flat. give the dog a break. he can only go yipyipyip and prance around your flat THAT MANY TIMES. and it is driving ME insane. yipyipyip. ARGHS, yipyipyip.

oh well. silly me got the tutorial balloting thing mixed up. so ended up hounding various people for no rhyme or reason. ooops. *stares at toes*

ok. was highly convicted at meet on sat to read christian books. shall rebel no longer. byebye sylvia plath unabridged journals. byebye david sedaris. byebye sa femme. byebye NLB. it was nice living your lives for that moment in time...

school's tmr! yay! i wish the rain would stop. so that i can carry my pink bag. yay!

till next time,
debs

Episode ninety two: family and friends :)

2006-01-02T00:25:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! :)
So the year has arrived :)
went for watchnight service yesteday and K and XF gave a surprise visit. so that was cool. :)
had council gathering at M's place..the last time we did that was, wow, two years ago. I can't believe time has passed so fast.
it is amazing how even though we've not seen each other for eons and eons and yet the moment we meet, the conversation flows so naturally and we can just pick up the pieces and talk about our lives. just..like that. no holds barred. :)

and that's us! :) of course straight after that yes, the head got smacked. what's new?

the trip home was even more remarkable. and quite heart warming too. *grin*

anyhow, we sang our council song..the one which was composed on a MOS burger napkin..and the one we can all remember..even better than our school song.
here goes:

It was never easy, right from the start
Things were going crazy, emotions started to stray
Whoever said that life was a straight road?
It doesn't mean it can't be...it can't be........beautiful.

Chorus:
Many people ask, which way we'll go.
It matters not what people say
Just listen...listen to your heart.

Embracing the beauty, of every single dawn
Forty stars serenading the sky, the changing of the seasons
All spun together in a tapestry
Into a tapestry of dreams....

Many people ask, which way we'll go.
It matters not what people say
Just listen...listen to your heart.

Ah..thank you Lord. for lessons learnt, and friendships made. :)
May this year be one lived entirely for You, and You alone.

till next time,
debs

Episode ninety one: of lessons learnt and un-learnt

2005-12-28T16:42:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
So I am back from m.e.e.t. camp. And since we're all sworn to secrecy...i shall be discreet.
the camp, in chronological order, was...
of being donald trump and cocacola
of disneyland ponchos and ahfooks
of guitar bangings and crumpled paper
of karaoke lounges and jasmine flowers
of food and the presumed lack thereof
of nearly losing my cool and praying so hard
of going back to the Good Shepherd and
of being unable to sing 'Joy to the world' and 'Jingle bells'
of memorised liturgies without blessings and hosannas *heehee*
of food and the presumed lack thereof again
of transportation modes and sharing on it
of dismissive waves and whatevers
of the whole tray of garlic *EWWW* and massaging peppery chicks
of italicised squares and ninjas
of building dams and bathing
of jet planes and selflessness
of m.eeting sups and learning about dichotomies
of changing plans and unchanged direction
of cotton candy makers and drills
of inequality and ice-cream *darn*
of God's reassuarance that He loves me no matter how many mistakes I did
of fear and pseudo-icecream sticks (tongue depressors!) that refuse to crack
of praying and knowing that God is there
of dabdabdabs and ibus and bapaks
of ant carcasses and
of creative accounting and doing long division (10.60 / 2.24) at 3.30am without a calculator
of dragon breath and water from rocks
of love and photo shots
of timely transportation and "eh, that's my parents!"
of su(n)danese and receipes which are secret :)
of traipsing across and living dangerously
of kung fu truddies and "walking by faith"
of being broken and knowing that it is for the better
of loving each and every team member
of knowing that God is in control
of experincing God's love once again.
of thanking God over and over again

till next time,
debs :)

Episode ninety: the clock strikes eleven

2005-12-23T11:27:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

this morning when i woke up at 1015am, the first thought which came to my mind was, oh boy, in 24hours time, i'd be at cal.vary bap.tist church preparing to go malaysia. cue: puke. oh well. more about that later. first, results.

so i woke up late yesterday to get the results. was hoping to click on the dot at eleven. the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. so even when i went online at twelve-ish, i couldnt get in. quite constipating stuff, doncha think? that your results are there but the stupid server HAD to crash there and then. oh well, R checked for me in the end.

am beyond grateful for my results cuz maybe now i can apply for that sep scholarship and would save a big deal of money. and this time i can say with 100% honesty that it is all God's work and none of mine. because the sem was really crappy, the crappiest of three sems. but God still saw me through and blessed me beyond what i'd ever imagine.

ah. thanksgiving always warms my heart. :)

but i am miserable. as in, even with the results out, all that is/was/has been on my mind is the dang meet camp. dammit. *stomps on the ground* *throws a dignified 20-yr-old tantrum* urgh. i am seriously dragging my feet to do this (insert a string of punctuation marks here) camp. christian camp. christian camp. christian camp ON CHRISTMAS, you (insert another string of punctuation marks).

and i can't even whine out loud cuz that would bring morale down. *mumbles* hopefully this is just a phase which would passover (hurhurhur) by tmr. ok, concession, a part (TEENYWEENY part) of me knows that this is inevitable no matter how much i whine. and the entire part is assured and convicted that God's plan is for missions and a substantial part is convinced that meet is a good learning expereince. so i hope meet camp is the same.

arghs. after meet has sucked me dry for the dec holidays and has spit me out on tues (hopefully with sufficient alive-ness to do bidding), i want my cup of coffee. i don't care. i am so going to drink a cup of coffee. HA. take that. (cue: all i do each night is prayyyyyyyy... . man, i love them!) cofffeeeeeeeeeee coffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeee. how inhumane is that? to deprive people of coffee. bummer.

i want meet camp to be over. NOW! ok. if not now, then well, may tuesday night come really really soon. i think i should start counting down...
meanwhile, off to pack. my uber heavy bag.
may God's love fill our hearts at christmas time. and forever! because love came down at christmas.

christmas isn't christmas till it happens in your heart
somewhere deep inside you, is where christmas really starts
so give your heart to Jesus, you'll discover when you do
then its christmas, really christmas, for you.

till next time,
debs who can't wait to drink coffee on tuesday!

Episode eighty nine: MEETings

2005-12-22T00:26:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
So we had a retreat from monday and tuesday at aunty suan's place :)
it was interesting
i realise my meet team people are mad. or at least, most are mad. like, we've got Y who talks to his puppets. H, who needs a wheelchair. P, who makes afro pharoahs.
i love our puppets.
esp my reggage moses. and the afro pharoah. and the donald trump califare egyptian. and the minnie califare israelite.
more importantly, i think i can survive thirty days with them
most importantly, God is in control. He is the sole reason why we are doing it. And I am grateful that He has put me in this team. :)

went out with S to hang in orchard today. super relaxing to just catch up, eat, and walk about. :) have not been in town since *gasp* october!
bought my new journal. really pretty stuff and SUPER value for money. went to hear music at borders. and realise the RENT lyrics are really smart. still love La Vi Boheme even though i shouldn't. oh well.
seasons of love is amazing too.

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,
measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights,
in cups of coffee. :)
In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.

YAY :)
till next time,
debs

Episode eighty eight: i'm it!

2005-12-17T22:49:00.000+08:00

Rules of the game:
1. Post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself.
2. At the end, list the names of 5 people whom you want next to do this, and leave a comment “YOU ARE TAGGED!” in their blog and tell them to read your blog for rules.

I thought the first time i got tagged i could get away with it by displaying a nonchalant look. alas. got tagged twice. so yeah..the wierdness has descended.

1. I can't mind my p's and q's.
literally. I had such severe astimagtism when i was young (700 in each eye) that I've worn specs since I was two. they took up half my face. my parents realised it when i wrote my E as the esprit E. as in, the three lines. so even now, i take more than usual time to differentiate between p,q,b,d. not very wise of my parents to have three of those consonants in my name. took me a really long time.

2. I have the oddest allergies.
grass, calamari (in fact all seafood. oops), flour particles, sea water, sand, chlorine water. and they have different symptoms. oh well.

3. Food.
I've eaten cereal and milk for all three meals for two weeks continuously. I don't eat bananas, papayas, tropical fruits (like durian, jackfruit, jambu) or asian desserts (like red bean blablah, ling yong etc). and I hate most squishy stuff. like brinjals and lady's finger. eeugh.

4. In my first semester in university, i did better for my electrical engin (level 2! *grins*) module than my own major (geog! *bigger grins*) module. life sure knows how to play jokes. my father was both apalled and eleated. appalled cuz he realised i will never follow his footsteps. elated cuz he realised that at least some of my genes came from him and not all from mummy.

5. Pets.
The only pets I had was a meal worm farm in primary three (with three fullgrown meal worm beetles. grins. queen of the yellow submarine..doobeedoobeedoo) and a pet fish in J2 (poor Dorky died in five hours). I've a serious aversion to animals. The only time i've petted a dog was recently (monday!) at M's place cuz the dog seriously was harmless. The only time i've petter a cat was at SBC. but i got tricked into doing that.

so that's it. :)
i shall not tag anybody. not having the energy to run. :)
till next time,
debs

Episode eighty seven: tracing his hand

2005-12-11T23:02:00.000+08:00

Anntic. wow. a time of seriousness and silliness as well.
my group was amazing. we came from various backgrounds and some were new christians, some weren't. but i was blessed by all. the sharing touched my heart so deeply I couldn't ask for more. it is like as though when you first share you think a part of you is going to be lost, but no, you get blessed so much more in return.

I was a tad upset when I saw the groupings cuz even though there was another arts person in my group, he was not from CF. so i basically only knew jonathan and ian (breaking the inital-rule here), and only knew them by face. which was pretty unfair i thought. but still, God had a much better plan. :)

the group leader was Christine, a yr 1 from SDE who really didn't want to be GL but was forced too, poor girl. Our Bible Study leader was jonathan, who led really fruitful discussions.
there was Steven from NTU, who gave such a wonderful testimony about his life.
then there was danielle who is a red bull addict and told an amazing testimony too, and planned really good experiential games.
Javen was the other arts person, and his testimony about how his philo class brought him to know more about Christ gave me such new insight into the 1 Cor 13 passage.
then there was Wei shan, a really sweet yr 1 law student who ask really probing questions with such a beautiful heart.
eugene was our dinosaur and his contributions at the "student ministy" discussion and the BS sessions were invaluable.
there is also ian, who i used to think that he was a really sober guy, like a monk, but boy was I wrong.
and last but not least, the next Chief Justice, jordan. he talked SO MUCH i could just faint. but a very very humorous guy who agrees with me that perhaps God laughs at our jokes and shares the same conviction that there is popcorn in heaven.

the silliness came from stuff like playing Old maid and Mafia (until 530am!!!). and seven rounds of bridge in a traffic jam where we moved 20m in half an hour. and the fear factor face-off we had. where we dared each other to eat the brinjal. and the funny thing was, after stuffing it down, we talked about stuff we darent eat, including shellfish and lady's fingers. and the last joke was on us, at dinner, there were two HUGE plates of that. hence, the fear factor challenge started again.

and then there was the issue of the bunks being so close to each other that jordan heared EVERY SINGLE word of that seriously embarrassing conversation on ranking and dieting. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i nearly choked on my rice when he asked at dinner "so deborah, who was that with the slim legs again?" and the ability to hear snippets of the plenary going on in the other bunk too. heh. revenge is sweet.

what i learnt was that God is faithful and holy. in more ways than one. I learnt of His love for me once again. and I saw MEET from a new perspective. that for us, people of unclean lips, it really is a privilege to go and spread the gospel. i learnt that i need to derive my security from only ONE source. I learnt that i've got way too much pride in me. i learnt about the need to be holy. i've learnt so much, that...i can only thank God that He still speaks today. even to me. a puny person.

my new name for God was: the one who demands total submission
and
my new name was: the one who loves. cuz that is what i really want to do. and I only want one object of love. and that is You. no one else.

the worship sessions really spoke to my heart too. and so, i shall end with three of the chourses which were imprinted on my heart.

I'm lost in wonder, I'm lost in love
I'm lost in praise forevermore
Because of Jesus, unfailing love
I am forgiven, I am restored.

God is too wise to be mistaken
God is too good to be unkind
So when you don't understand
When you don't see His plan
When you can't see His hand
Trust His heart

Send revival
Start with me
For I'm one of unclean lips

indeed.
insane photos next time.
till then,
debs who will eat heavenly popcorn someday

Episode eighty six: kiss me, it's snowing

2005-12-04T00:49:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
and that was one of the lines from RENT! oh boy! fantastic stuff. even the evil-who-shall-not-be-named was quite alright, big hair covered up for slightly lacklustre vocals, as compared to the rest. shall not mok her. although, in the bonk-the-wall scene, her shilouette was amazing.
the lyrics were smart and the acting (esp Angel!) was fantastic!
and the "over the moon" routine by Maureen, even though it was a tad crude..was seriously hilarious.
it defies east categorisation. absurdist with postmodernism? nah. whatever! enjoyed every moment!
what was really odd was the parallels to the bce musical. where the loft scene was like the cg scene. the only really disconcerting element was that the loft scene was for an AA meeting...so, it either makes you question what the bce script writer was thinking, or, scarily..what he is implying.

oh well. vcf. *shurgs*
till next time,
deb(s)

Episode eighty five: per-gapore

2005-12-01T00:40:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
and so it is said..perth has so many singaporeans it is now Pergapore. Met up with uncle S and aunty M at their church and saw O and I after nine years!!! man! O is the one credited for getting T, E and me into trouble by daring us to climb under the SAJC fence to get to Gilman barracks, and our SAJC drain hunting escapades every sunday. so it was good meeting up with her again. so many singaporeans!

anyhow, a foretaste of the pictures daddy, mummy and I took.
never knew even daddy was game for boliao photos. oh well, learn new stuff all the time.
an amazing trip, all in all, not boring at all. good food, great weather, interesting things. and wonderful family bonding time. *smile*

why am I not surprised? *geek out*

at the coffee house (duh, the black potion rocks!) near the WA musuem of art, i didn't notice the face until i took the photograph. highly ingenuous stuff

i abosolutely *heart* this photo! i mean, cmon, DADA! after studying that art movement and its wierdy manifesto for a sem, seeing it as a sign made my heart leap for joy (and my stomach lurch at the thought of the essay...but oh well!) saw the sign on the first day, but forgot to bring the camera. then on the second last night, combed three streets (and dragged parents along) to find it, and then when i finally gave up, realised it was two stores away from the hotel. go figure!
the wind blows and you don't know where it comes from, or where it is going...but we knew where we were going! Freemantle of course! :)

beautiful scenery (Indian Ocean at Hilary's Harbour)

Happy parents :)

akan datang! *beams*

Episode eighty four: record time!

2005-11-23T22:09:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
and yes! i packed! in half an hour! am i good or what?
a befitting end to the sem, going home with three friends, R., my secondary sch friend, S., my JC friend, and J., my uni friend.
this trip is an escape
from the horrendous sem that had passed...
14 essays
4 presentations
3 tests
3 exams
i couldnt have done it without God, family and friends.
i am so happy it is over.
beams
my bags are packed, i'm ready to go........
and when i get back
chicken little
narnia
rent
anntic
meet
ism
:)
God, I love you. :)
till next time,
debs

Episode Eighty three: you know you are mad when...

2005-11-19T23:26:00.000+08:00

when you have a string of emails from your lit classmates...what started off as a very sweet email from M (who is ernes*t chew's NEPHEW!!! gah!!!)..morphed into something characteristic of every conversation we have in lit class.
here..
for posterity's sake..

Chew Shi Jie Martin wrote:

> People all the best for your exams yesh? Good luck and God bless!

> (It was fun in maiwalds class because of your guys=) hehe)

> Martin
>

Hey!

Yeah, thanks Martin. All the best cramming for 1101 tomorrow!

Gwynne and Debbs,

Thanks for the great company (plus customary peer encouragements of "oh
crap! i never read that piece for today!" and "i dunno what to write for
my paper!!")

May the optical answer sheet gleam just right under the evil eyses of
those confounded marking machines for you guys.

In sanity,
Jeremy

Hey guys,

Jeremy: Take a break man, you've been studying to hard.

Martin: Thx. That was very sweet. But really, in my dotage, I figure it's more a matter of trying to muster up the wide-eyed enthusiasm for higher learning I had in abundance in my youth.

Debbie: Good luck!

Gwynne.

Hello folksies! :)
You guys were a really fun bunch to hang out with in dr. maiwald's class. :) made life less painful! Remember there is more to life than exams!

All the best and God Bless! :)
Yayyyyyy! (or at least, cmon, give me a big cheesy grin. NOWWWW!) *grin*
See you around!
Love,
debs

Chew Shi Jie Martin wrote:
Help! Jeremy do something!!!haha...your VCF person!-grin-

Exams are not just everything....they are just so much more important
than anything....as so the people of mugger toad NUS think....ever
thought about studying in the University of Tasmania where you'll be the
only damn asian and you'lll come out with first class honours just
because...your SINGAPOREAN!!!

"We the citizens of NUS,
Pledge ourselves to be one united people,
Regardless of race language or religion,
To build a demented society,
Based on kiasuism and competiveness,
So as to achieve A+ and A and not C"

Darn.

Lim Qing 'En
The prognosis is not good.

You are all mad.

Or I'm mad.

It all depends on the bookending.

heeeheheheeheeeee. *rolls around in straitjacket* boing! boing! boing!

Take 2 aspirins and see if you wake up tomorrow morning. Don't call me if you do.

*twitch*

*grin*

*twitch*

Damnit people, what do I have to do to inject a little sanity around here?

Oh, and I love Smacky, by the way. It gives me a visceral thrill to smack the ****ing daylights out of all those cute little woodland animals. Only, not enough gore. Wish they'd take a leaf from Happy Tree Friends.

Don't stress! It'll be fine. Worrying is only going to increase your cortisol levels and then you'll fall ill AND have bad skin. What's worse?

As not really important in overall scheme of things.

Gwynne

i love themmmmmmmmmm...alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll............................in sanity.

Episode Eighty two: gaydars and other library sightings

2005-11-12T22:20:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Today was a highly interesting day in the library.

Firstly, it happened for the SEVENTH time. Why on earth, do people PRESS the tissue dispenser when it says ALL OVER IT, -motion sensor-. Dood. or in this case, dudettes. This is the seventh time this week I've seen girls press the thing instead of just putting your hand at a distance. i now know why it is "motion sensor", in all sense of the word "motion". unbelivable.

Secondly, finished my essay! *twirls and swirls* *goes on pointe* *jumps in those splay-your-legs-in-mid-air things* *bounce around in some duck lake tune* *waddles* *does the goose step* *straightens out the tulle on my tutu* *prances into a tuktuk*

Thirdly, I've finally heard good christian music. as in, a good contemporary one. I don't know where I got this song from but the iTunes just suddenly played it. Called "What the world will never take" by hillsongs. I seriously wonder where it came from. oh well. actually I thought it was a matchbox 20 song which laid in some recess of my computer. cuz the riffs throughout were characteristic of the 'mad season' album, even though upon careful listening it is the same one repeated. and the chorus is so noisy. fantastic. ok, not the best thing for worship songs..but sometimes it is good to know that christian bands can match up to match (hurhurhur) box 20. strangely, it kinda reminds me of 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins. oh well. wierded. but, still good.

Fourthly, had lunch and dinner with A. It is highly recommended to talk to gays. very interesting. and funny too. AND OH MY GOODNESS. he knows danny boy. faints. danny boy! danny boy!!! i knew it. the japanese lady was a cover up. banzai my foot!!! talk about seamless integration. chey.

With all I'm holding inside
With all hopes and desires
And all the dreams that I've dreamt

With all I'm hoping to be
And all that the world will bring
And all that fails to compare

You say You want all of me
I wouldnt have it any other way

I've got a Saviour and He's living in me
WHOA

I wana know
I wana know You today

And You're the best thing that has happened to me
And the world will never take
The world will never take You away

No-one could ever take You away

Off to tidy my essay! *twirls* *spins* *does a chin jig* *does a shin dig* *screams along with the song* psst. the really odd thing is that its called hillsong united? gah. are they forming some confederation? NO ONE COULD EVER TAKE YOU AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. *strums the air electronic guitar* *bangs head* *bangs imaginary drums* *spins*
till next time,
debs...............................*wilddizzywhirls*

Episode eighty one: my Daddy(s)

2005-11-11T23:15:00.000+08:00

My daddy says "I've not seen you at the dinner table in two weeks..eat at home more often. school food is not good. come, eat more ingredients, drink more soup."
My Daddy says "come to my banqueting table, my banner over you is love"

My daddy says "the weather is so hot! drink more water, eat your multivitamins."
My Daddy says "whoever drinks from me will never thirst again"

My daddy says "don't be a superwoman. don't go and do so many things at one time. remember last time you yelled superwoman and then fell over that kerb? see. i told you!"
My Daddy says "my yoke is easy and my burden is light"

and both of them whisper...I love you.
and you know what, I love you too. *smile*

Episode eighty: the GG club

2005-11-11T01:01:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
We've formed the ultimate geek fan club. the GeekyGeographer club. I've got way too many friends who swoon at the geog lecturers.

First up, there is the uber cute and ultra handsome, Dr. T-B! Best in Singapore, KL (hurhurhur) and some say Britan. Amazing quote from one adoring fan: (first thing she asked me after not seeing me in a month) "Do you think he is married?" right... Act of love done by another fan: "I *heart* TIM" avatar. When another friend commented his tutorials were unengaging, the former fan shot thunder bolts out of her eyes and proclaimed it blasphemy.

Second up, there is the metrosexual snaggy Dr. T-C-C! He peps you up more than the coffee at the, well, TCC! Amazing quote from one adoring fan: "He is the kind of husband I want..except more manly". Act of love done by aforementioned fan: "I *heart* TC" avatar.

Third (and wierdest of all) up, there is the REALLY OLD Dr. W-P-P! Amazing quote from really tall fan "He is SO CUTE! and ADORABLE! I just want to hug him!". Goodness gracious. He is my grandmother's age! This is like some post-oedipal world we're living in.

Had a fun dinner tonight. Malahuoguo-ing, or in A's words, mapodoufu-ing. The steam from the neighbouring steamboat made me so warm! and the steam from our pot was insane too. It did not just open your pores, it steamed oil into them. eeuck. But, I ate so many mushrooms and wantans that i am happy. *beams* lost my voice for a while! so i just sat there and ate and did not talk cuz the chilli kinda cut off my voice. and amazingly, chilli is a powerful laxative. POWERFUL one.

suggested team sports to learn: M and W - badminton, A - pickleball, F - netball. i shall consolidate more.

Oh well. Today was the last day of my first sem of the sophomore year. And boy am I glad it is over. Good riddance! esp to the transport module. *pui* the projects were fun but the 14 essays (with one still undone!) knocked the wind out of me. oh well. in two weeks time, i'll be in perth. petting the kangaroos. :) YAY! I love kangaroos! *bounce*

Tmr is the start. Of six intensive (I HOPE!) days of studying (it sucks that i've to say studying instead of revision. i hope i can say revision soon). To the infinte readings and beyond!
Till next time,
debs who shall avoid chilli for a while...

Episode seventy nine: stars

2005-11-09T23:19:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
Walking home just now and dragging my feet, I thought about what Canon B once said in passing

"In singapore, you don't see stars. You see the reflection of the city lights on the clouds".

It is funny how things said in passing can actually mean something.
It is like how we think our achievements are so great that they are reflected in the skies, and yet, out vision, for lack of a better word, is clouded over. And, the beauty of God, his awesomness, is just waiting behind the clouds..waiting to be unvieled. and all the so-called achievements of man, can NEVER EVER EVER compare.
One of my favourite song is "You're faithful" and in particular, the lines "if the stars refused to shine and time is no more, You'll still be faithful, You'll still be faithful Lord". It is very easy to singthis song in the good times, course! God is always seen as faithful during the good times, isn't He? and now, sometimes, i can only hum the tune in my brain. and spoardically at that. talking to C for awhile today at the library helped changed things abit. I guess this is what Dr M always says about critical distance huh?

on a totally unrelated note, after reading Newsweek today on the types of women, I've decided I'm going to learn a team sport. maybe that would be a healthy release of all the energy within me. instead of letting the energy be wasted in being hyperactive in a library (hence all the drinking water and filling up the bottle and walking to the toilet), I shall go learn a new sport. it would be a physical catharsis. besides, it would channel all that competitive spirit. and, daddy has this theroy that all that latent competitiveness inside me should be channelled into something worthwhile. so there. a team sport it is.

and in that same article she talked about the 'pivotal comment' thing and i was shocked! it has happened to me so many times I've learnt to deal with it. to think, the same problem exists everywhere. oh well.

oh well. I can only hope beyond hope that tmr will be ok. somehow God will make it alright. in His time.

till next time,
debs

Episode seventy eight: sorry

2005-11-08T00:27:00.000+08:00

²¹ Do you not know?

Have you not heard?
Has it not been told you from the beginning?
Have you not understood since the earth was founded?

²² He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,
and its people are like grasshoppers.
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy,
and spreads them out like a tent to live in.

²³ He brings princes to naught
and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing.

²⁴ No sooner are they planted,
no sooner are they sown,
no sooner do they take root in the ground,
than he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.

²⁵ "To whom will you compare me?
Or who is my equal?" says the Holy One.

²⁶ Lift your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one,
and calls them each by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing.

²⁷ Why do you say, O Jacob,
and complain, O Israel,
"My way is hidden from the LORD;
my cause is disregarded by my God"?

²⁸ Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.

²⁹ He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.

³⁰ Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;

³¹ but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

yeah. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been disobedient, and stubborn, and unwilling to learn. and ungrateful. and such a terrible person that I'm the counterexample to how a Christian behaves. and just simply sardonic. i'm sorry. teach me love. help me, please? *tugs at the sleeve*

Episode Seventy seven: atishoo atishoo I fall down

2005-11-05T23:24:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
sigh. and so it has been on my mind (cue: you are always on my mind, you are always on my mind...)
the grade for cities has been on my mind. I know it should not be, but it has been.
contentment is so hard to find, isn't it? and it all boils down to pride.
the want to get good grades. to be there. to get there. to get that stupid scholarship.
the obvious pat answer would be, 'but we all find our contentment in God what'. YES I KNOW, STOP TELLING ME THAT. urghs. and yes, all cliches have a grain of truth in them, and this can't even be considered a cliche. pui.
i wish my conscience would just shut up for a while. stop freaking asking me what my motivations are. or to align myself. Whatever. I am sick of hearing this kind of things. keep quiet. NOW. sue me.

content

Desiring no more than what one has; satisfied.
Ready to accept or acquiesce; willing:

that is the definition. so, i am dis-satisfied and unwilling to accept.

with msn conversations like this:

Die die must get UCLA for SEP... says:
u need 4.7 for 2 consecutive sems...
Die die must get UCLA for SEP... says:
cos that's how it's calculate...
Die die must get UCLA for SEP... says:
4.3+4.3+4.7+4.7 divide by 4 = 4.5
Die die must get UCLA for SEP... says:
if over 3 sems...
Die die must get UCLA for SEP... says:
4.3 + 4.3 + 4.9 divided by 3 = 4.5

i think it is quite hard to be satisfied.
fine, i shall be a llama. llama llee. and spit on everything. pui. sometimes, things just aren't meant to be. no point forcing it.

till next time,
debs.

Episode seventy six: meatymeet

2005-11-03T23:31:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
had a good time at MEET today. surprisingly, didn't undergo amputation when meeting the sups.
the talk with Mr Thanit was refreshing and humbling too. it once again showed the work God is doing through S-B*C. and it makes MEET more real somehow, just talking to a thai. i guess it is a sensory experience too. :)
my holidays have come and gone.
and guess what
still no work has been done
the essay is still somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain.
sigh.
going home from S-B*C today was a good ride..it was the nj route. i can't believe it has been two years since the A levels.
two years ago, I was brimming with hope that UCAS would allow me to get into ucl or lse.
two years ago, I was SO SURE the future would be good.
two years ago, everything was good.

two years later.. not everything is good. if God is good (and He is), and God is everything, then, everything should be good. but, it isn't.

four years ago, I was so glad to be out of the cheenapok drain.
four years later, I am still glad to be out of it.

four years ago, this song was on my mind

All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take, one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always,I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating

Say it aint so, I will not go,
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

Two years ago, this song was on my mind

Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?

Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you

now. the songs have died out. just as the dreams have. well, someday we'll know.

And anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude refrain
don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool
who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na na na
na na na na

till next time,
debs

Episode seventy six: postmodernism

2005-11-02T23:50:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Someone told me that I'm very postmodern in nature. and this same person described the postmodern/modern divide as the former being angsty people who have a lala life and the latter as angsty people with a *primal growl and scratch the air* life. highly wierded out.

Today's arts comm meeting was highly interesting. realised i've got a match in difficulty. wahahaa. and that some people, may appear male on the surface, but are actually asexual. and, the papaya flower is asexual. no wonder i dont like papayas. they are...wierd. *does the chin thing*

reaching home today, was a really wierd experience. daddy was like "comecome, i show you something highly interesting"..and well, he lead me to our rubbish chute. thanks Dad, but, uh, i do not get excited over plumbing? which part of my face says that pvc pipes excite me?

studying in school is becoming torturous. more precisely, studying in the library. urghs. i seriously do not know what to do. I dont like to stay at home. but, the library is distracting. the canteen has way too much food to be comforting. USP can get noisy too. sighs. and, i dont wanna study. grumble.

conversations can switch from 'what is your major' to 'kong ba pau' in two sentences.

i think. this world is going mad. i dread tmr.

till next time,
debs who wants to try a deep pie pizza cheese thing! and churros! and candy apples!

Episode seventy five: the usefulness of pencils

2005-11-01T23:28:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
urghs. I really should have gone to school today. It was a reallly wrong decision to stay at home. And now, I forgot about the make-up tutorial tmr, so there is school tmr. and I forgot about the make-up tutorial on saturday, so there is class on saturday. and on thursday we've got to go meet the thai guy at sbc, which takes up another day. and I got B for cities. dammit. life is bad.
the usefulness of pencils come in because i can give myself lead poisoning if i take another four hours to do one reading. oh, lead is made from graphite. oh well. bah. i hate Bs. dammit. I HATE Bs. gag. puke. grumble.
till next time,
debs who hates Bs. BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Episode Seventy four: bruised limp-writsted randomness

2005-10-31T23:51:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Oh boy, I've found my husband! On Project Runway! *squee* the corn husk guy is way-too-cool!!! seriously, a geek who can sew. what more could a girl ask for? Ok, not so much gay-ness. BUT STILL! Man, i really like this show. I wish I could sew stuff apart from skirts and bags. bah!!!! ok, nevermind, the exams would be over soon. and in december, the needles shall face the world again. *moohaha*

meanwhile, I shall have to nurse my bruise. bah. in all excitement in getting back home in time, I accidentally whapped my right hand against this rock solid table. gahhhh. oh well. I just hope it goes away by the exams.

which brings me to another hand-related matter. i think i am poisoning myself. in an attempt not to bite my nails so much when stressed, I've painted a top coat over them. problem is, it still does not deter me from chewing. arghs. so, i've got terrible nails with quite abit of nail polish in my digestive system. oh wells.

the rest of the week looks like mugging 'fun'. every single day, i shall complete my quest to becoming the Library's mascot. wearing green to blend in with the chairs and brown to blend in with the carpet. fantastic. urgh. i am still stuck at week three for readings. the vultures are circling. work will never end. might as well have some fun in it. i shall commence the library spotting excercise tmr. *grins*

and on a veryveryvery funny note, today at 'cities in transition', R's cute angmoh guy sat beside me. *teeheehee* and all that jealousy over skittles. hahaha. although, he is seriously not cute, but still. feng shui is better at some seats than others i surmise. :)

on a totally unrelated note, oh man. the new Narnia trailer looks so good. dangderoodoo! why must it come out SO LATE. urghs. december is so far away!!!!! with all these exams thrown in between. *sniffs*

But december means.... CHRISTMAS!!! *major major beams* oh boy!! was thinking about it for a long time today, whilst appearing to study in the lib with S. after class...I guess I'll just grit my teeth and go for the idiotic-beyond-hope camp, since I brought it upon myself anyway..and well, enjoy Christmas everyday, anyway, starting today! :) my favourite carol/hymn/uh..song kept on playing in my head...

O holy night,
the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope,
the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees,
O hear the angel voices!
O night divine,
O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

Ahh. This is the most amazing Christmas song ever. I remember singing it with mummy when we were at the Grand Canyon, cuz it was minus 4 deg (brrrr!!!) and there was snow everywhere! and this song is atypical because it not only gives the loveydovey Christmasy feel, it also talks about God's holiness and the measure of grace! man! It reminds me of that Isaiah part...and so much hope in it too. *beams*

I love Christmas. Christmas is the time, Christmas is the time, Christmas is the time to love..Christmas is the time, Christmas is the time, Christmas is the time to love. Though we often worry, and people get upset, if things don't go all right on Christmas day. What we should remember, is to keep our eyes above, cuz Christmas is the time to love. :)

This has to be my most random blogpost yet. But still, christmas is coming! *twirls around* :)

till next time,
debs..who wants churros and disneyland! :)

Episode Seventy three: wheelings and dealings of geekdom

2005-10-28T18:14:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Canon B said on sunday "They say insanity is hereditary, we inherit it from our kids". Sigh, sitting between parents who laughed so loud was embarrassing. But, now I believe that geekdom is hereditary too. *quibble quibble* Why so, pray tell?

Well, daddy is a physics teacher who wants to be a historian and is learning how to win the nobel prize. dood. When he "asked" (not that I've much choice when he just says "wear something formal ah! you are going for a talk at UCC!" puhlease!!) me whether I wanted to go, the first thought which went into my brain was, oh! so he is trying to fulfill my childhood ambition of winning the nobel prize for lit. that was when in pri sch, reading 'the bluest eye' and asking what the nobel prize was, and both daddy and mummy said, oh, just like a school prize, next time you also can win one. thus making me live in folly for the next few years...

Anyhow, the talk was really good. Even though it was geared towards the life science people, it was easy to see the application of it. choose a question of fundamental importance. choose the right form of funding. choose the right group. "least is best." now, arent we all on our way to getting the prize too?

One thing which struck me was his reply to the question "How do you know what is a life?" he replied, "something which can be cloned." and then said "If you really believe in Intelligent Design, well, let me tell you, this 'god' of yours would have failed bio101 in this institution (which i shall not name since i slam it so much i may get caught)". Sigh. so much brilliance, and yet, no hope. the really frivolous way of answering him would be, dude, we're in a postmodern age, the englightenment is over. but still, sigh.

Mummy is a geekdette too, a history person turned library science turn management and now turning to theology. how many people on earth enjoy talks on why judaism is not for jews (or something wierded out thing like that) even if it is after a long day of work? and then come back with more books to add to her pile of oh-i-will-read-this-when-i-retire collection? use as footstool ah? hahaha. oh well, as long as she is happy :)

The whole month of october, and in particular, wednesday, saw me engaging in highly geek-ed out activities too. i had to trot around clementi measuring the slope angles of various sites for field report. apart from looking plain silly with a clipboard and a plumb line-protractor thing, i nearly slipped into the big drain. the moss on the bare patches were so slippery cuz it was raining. near-death expereince, all in the name of biophysics.

ok, all in the name of sloth since i could have done it earlier but didnt.

this culminated in a leeeeky (notice lee-K-y...now we know...) nose which leaked nonstop for three days. and in the process, i drank from the pink bottle A gave me continuously. for a while, on thurs, i drank one bottle every onehalf hours. insane.

The thing I really need to thank God about was that whilst trying to finish the report (at five am no less!!) this 'morning'...my flu just stopped. YAY! *twirls around the room* so now the nose only leaks in aircon. fantastico! printing the project cost me 4.80!! wow. i never knew it was so expensive to print colour in school. RIP OFFS. but there were many mini angels my way, who helped me to negotiate the machines, even though they had to print their own stuff too. :)

I am so glad october is nearly over. only left with one test, one presentation and one 10pg essay which I am quite exicted to do..since I've got all the materials i need already. YAY! even though this sem has been (and still is!) the toughest one yet, it is in the toughest times that God's grace and mercy can be seen the best. indeed! :)

Yay to Mr Geek, Mrs Geek and Miss Geek. and esp YAY to God, for all His goodness. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. :) *pushes up my peenk funky specs*

Till next time,
debs! YAYNESS!

Episode seventy two: insanity

2005-10-23T01:21:00.000+08:00

this is an excerpt of an MSN conversation between my best friend and me, both doing the same essay, at 1.30am on a thundering sunday morning.

rita is in deep excrita says:
Su enly the worl seems such as perfect place
rita is in deep excrita says:
su enly my life seem such a waste
rita is in deep excrita says:
an there's no mountain to high
rita is in deep excrita says:
no river too wi e
rita is in deep excrita says:
Storm clou s may gather
rita is in deep excrita says:
an stars may colli e
rita is in deep excrita says:
but i love you!!!
rita is in deep excrita says:
until the en of times!
rita is in deep excrita says:
COME WHAT MAY 17!!!
rita is in deep excrita says:
COME WHAT MAY 17!
Debs says:
HAHAAHAHAHAHAH
rita is in deep excrita says:
COME WHAT MAY 1 7!!!!
rita is in deep excrita says:
I LIEBE YOU !!!!!
rita is in deep excrita says:
UNTIL MY YING AYS!!!!
Debs says:
ME TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

notice the birthday. too funny. way too funny. maybe it is the time of the night. but i serioulsy find it super funny. WHAAHAHAHAHAH
I LOVE YOU R*ITA TH*IA ME*I YI*N!!! (and the ******* reminds me of her "Ds") wahahaha.

Episode Seventy One: its a cranium day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!

2005-10-22T01:49:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
today was fun :)
first the writing conference from 2-3 was with M. and his social work ISM. it was the funniest conference I had. with lines like "the values the client values are valuable". yes, there are such things as synonyms my dear...

then realised A is watching Rent on the same day I am. at our transport meeting our conversation went:

me: oh i'm watching rent
A: me too!
together: WHEN?
together: THIRD!
togehter: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(and all this in the quiet quiet chatterbox) Dr R walked past us and laughed.

then i had to trot down to Spinellis for Arts Comm "meeting". we played Cranium Hoopla! wow. it was super fun! i loved the tonguetied one. alliteration always anticipates an 'A'! :) wahahahaha

think think think!

That's the arts comm and fernie and our asw! all of us were there save for two. YAY! :)

then i trotted down to Orchard for Daddy's birthday. oh boy. the food was good!!! but, unfortunatley, no chocolate mudpies. had two culinary mishaps tho.
didnt realise the veggies were steamed in squid stock. OH NO. i am so going to break out all over. darn. i hate being allergic to squid. *pout* i really should have read the mini signs.
second mishap: while eating the lemon meringue, i didn't realise it was placed beside the "white" mudpie. MAN. it was durian! EEEEEEEEEEEEEUGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. sigh. but still, food good, conversation better, family best! YAY!!! :)

YAY! that's us! with the wonderful cups of coffee! they had this amazing blend. fantastic stuff. happy happy birthday my lao dou! :) i love you daddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

My mummy and her bo-liao daughter waiting for my daddy to come out of the toilet. wahaha. we do this all the time.

oh well. off to play more boggle. i shall do my essay tmr. *snubs essays*

till next time,
debs who is FULL. and who loves her parents too. :)

Episode seventy: happiehappie mexican popiah

2005-10-15T00:04:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Ok, I really should be typing about the idiotic N*EL.. (man, I am like freaked out over the s*ed*ition act) and its fare prices. But. Ah. Heck la. Today was a fantabulistic day. :)

Firstly was the lit test. Beyond expectations. I guess, ultimately, God knows la, that it really wasn't my fault time was so tight and I really tried to understand Freud and Wittgenstein. *small sigh*

Then it was the email reply back from Canon B. I did one of the most daring things I've ever done in my entire entire life last night. And I am glad I did it. After sending it I had a very fitful sleep, because I remembered Daddy is in the PCC and that this may jeopardize his position and what not. But then, I realised, ultimately this thing is not just about our family's "social wahtever position" in church, but the ongoing marginalisation is too much for me to swallow and it is really unfair. So, i was SO SUPER RELIEVED when I check Canon B's reply while doing my writing centre slot. *beams* and mummy said that it was for this kinda things which makes her proud of me, not how well i do in sch or whatever. I guess it is nice to hear once in a while that mummy is proud of me. while it is known implicitly, hearing it is good too. :) *beams* hehe

and then came the MEET part. which, went much better than expected. with a free burito thrown into the deal. although eating the kidney beans nearly killed me. i had to summon a large proportion of my will to eat the six kidney beans. eeeugh. it would have been extremely rude to leave it behind. sigh. besides, while I am very thankful for food and even more so if it is a treat, the food look a little odd in my opinion. I mean, how come they use Doritos for nachos? And the puff pastry thing was seriously wierd. plus they cheated. Their picture showed TWO burritoes. and they only gave one. bah. they are trying to cheat me of my mexican popiah.

on the MRT back, i started talking to this couple with their luggages on the train, and realised they were tourists from taiwan. I guess it is handy to be able to converse in mandarin. :) random happy thoughts flowed between us. serendipity eh. to have such nice moments in life.

at home, in a desperate attempt to ascertain if I had put on weight since JC, i decided to do the most bimbo thing ever. try on my prom dress again. woot! so happy i can still wear it. and it is a happy pink too!

today was a happy day. tmr, will be a painful one filled with the N*EL and Nanook's Warlus Sashimi. oh well. Whatever we do not know, we must pass over in silence. Wittgenstien rocks my socks.

Till next time,
debs who is really hungry now :(

Episode sixty nine: i really should be studying

2005-10-11T01:16:00.000+08:00

i really should be studying...but..i decided blogthings were funner. besides, essays..are..yeeucgh

You Are 80% Boyish and 20% Girlish

You have a tough exterior - and usually a tough interior to match it.
You're no nonsense, logical, and very assertive.
Sometimes you can't understand women at all, even if you're a woman yourself.
You see things rationally, and don't like to let your emotions get the best of you.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

so, i guess i am not androgynous anymore. drats.

and then my favourite:

Reeses Peanut Butter Cups

one of you is not enough.

What Kind of Candy Are You?

yay!

and then the most surprising:

Slow and Steady

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.

They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.

It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.

They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

How Do People See You?

apart from the fact that i walk, talk and eat fast, this couldn't be more true.

and what i think is the most accurate:

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.
You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.
You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.
You tend to always dream of things within reach - and you usually get them.

How Do You Live Your Life?

ah..addictive stuff, ain't they?

and

What Your Underwear Says About You

You tend to buy new underwear instead of doing laundry.

You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.

The Underwear Oracle

now, how did they guess? wahahahahaa
ok i really should sleep now. :)

Episode sixty eight: making lemonade

2005-10-11T00:47:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.

and so the saying goes, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. and indeed, sometimes lemonade does taste good. I am glad i did not react immediately. Was initially super angry because I felt that all the time spent on the project in coming up with the itinerary (2000+words!!) all went to naught because it was entirely deleted. and so were the other people's ones. it may seem like a case of undermining intellectual integrity. . like what C said, it may be a tight slap to the face, but, we must all let our pride down. all i can hope for now, is that we get a decent grade, which seems plausible, i guess. *shrugs* once again reiterates the point of why the stupid school should not ask us to do projects. but i've decided, sometimes, friendships are more important than that. indeed.

the news makes me feel very sad. 40000 people. how many are perishing now? how many will continue to perish? and the kids. sigh. and what can we do, but sit, watch and pray? sigh. helps put life into perspective though.

sigh. i need some pound cake. or kaya chiffon cake. whee! but, i wish those people in pakistan could have some too. sigh.

till next time,
debs...who will have some pound cake or chiffon cake or whatever...sometime..soon

Episode sixty seven: resttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

2005-10-10T00:42:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

i've devolved. I am a subhuman. I woke up at 12noon on saturday. had to go back school *urghurghurgh* cuz I forgot to return S's book. came back, slept till seven. went out with daddy and mummy to our favourite place - good ol' centrepoint! and managed to get a new wallet, cuz the one i got as a birthday present fell apart at my feet, literally. bah. first saturday in weeks (!!!!) where i didn't have to wake up early. yay to weekends. or more precisely, yay to weekends without MEETings. wahaahhahaa.

Sunday, i woke up late (eeeks!) at 930 and managed to rush to church in time. Went out with R, and then got home at about 430, and, slept till 730. Went out for dinner with mummy and daddy, and, uh, i am going to sleep soon. today's sermon was apt. on the family. last week was on Eph 6:1-4, of which i like v4 the best "Fathers, do not exasperate your children" INDEED! haha. i love that verse. today, was on the importance of bringing up kids well. i think my parents rock. they sacrificed so much. *muaks to them*

this makes up for all the lost time of four hours sleep perpetually for the last two weeks. *snubs the sch*
i saw a really cool thing today.a cat nestled in the tree at the carpark below my home.

ah, the joys of sleep and rest. meow. RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

life is good. or at least, life, with sleep thrown into the equation, is bearable. or so i hope.
till then,
debs. *yawn*

Episode sixty six: martha stewart's musings

2005-10-08T01:04:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
so, the dust rabbits didn't pop their heads out of the various nooks and crannies when the MEET team came. phew. highly embarrassing, such stuff. was super afraid that my hair would get caught in the fan though, so i kinda bent over the whole time. ouch. i am aging.

today's discussion was really rewarding, since i've been chewing on that issue (man, sounds so cow-ish) intermittently for a really long time. and the conclusion was quite sound, that we all have a light, but, there is still only one way. Jesus. (and then we can all sing that song..one way, Jesus, You're the only one that I could live for!)

the end of the meeting was surprising to say the least. ok, i shall not be superficial and come to the conclusion that it was the tee shirts. haha. well, the reality hasn't sunk in yet. i shall live in fairy land for a little while more. but I am glad, for the other tee shirt wearer. makes life easier. *nods* and the Bible study schedule fits like a hand in a glove too. i;ve no idea why that phrase always reminds me of michael jackson. oh well!

tired.
key word for life: submission.
definition: (from good ol' trusty dictionary.com)

To yield or surrender (oneself) to the will or authority of another.
To subject to a condition or process.
To commit (something) to the consideration or judgment of another.
To offer as a proposition or contention: I submit that the terms are entirely unreasonable.

Oh, small side note. today in lit class i learnt that heaven is in outer space. and i learnt this from the same person who classifies charismatics as "people who sing loudly". HAHA! look who's talking now.

tired.
toodles!
till next time,
debs who wants to eat percy pig and friends!

Episode sixty five: space love and bullfighting

2005-10-05T00:24:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
thats the title of the CD i bought at trumpet praise. "space love and bullfighting". it is only 4.50. i initially bought it cuz the cover art was amazing. and now, listening to it..i am so glad i got it. because, it is insane. HAHA. i mean, how many record companies are called "hairy desert pig music"? i thought it would be a christian music cd. but. haha. its spanish jazz. and D said it sounds like beach boys gone bad. oh well!

so, why was i even at trumpet praise? because, i went to PS to watch "corpse bride". and why was i at PS? because H drove me and E there after com meeting. And why were we there? because we were not at sunset. and, it is one of the most spontaneous things i've done in the past few months. just, dropping everything, and go relax.

the past few weeks have been bad. as in, go down into depression bad. not only because of the papers, of which i've only 7 left, and 2 more presentations and 1 more test (oh joy! my workload has been halved!). more because, i've come to realise, that...christian life is very tough. too tough infact. and i dont know how to get out of the quagmire i've gotten myself into.

the conversation I had with E before the movie started hit the nail on the head. that particular demographic is, exactly like what she said, bland. no better word to describe it. bland. eeeeeugh. and the movie just showed it perfectly. this is insane. bland.

i've gotten myself into trouble. apparently i am deaf. as in, i live in my own shell so much i cant hear (and consequently don't respond) when people talk to me. like today, apparently mummy was shouting to me from across the road (where there were no cars) for like 5 mins, and I heard nothing at all. apparently, H called me for all four times i passed by her at biz canteen yesterday and i didnt hear her till the last time, and that was because i dropped my fork and was looking for it. and so on and so forth, this story repeating itself for seven times in three days. and countless times before this.

contributing, yet again, to people thinking I am a prick. while I am not actually bothered by that because i dont really care what they think, i am bothered because i am unaware of it. which sucks. at least, if people tell you they're intimidated by you in class because you talk alot (sheesh. roll eyes. stick tongue out) then it is easy, talk less. BUT, if it is done unconcisouly, then, i am in serious trouble. and, i cant think of a way out of this. DIE DIE DIE. *paces around the room*

maybe, i should try to smile more. *prods cheeks* nah. heck la. maybe, i should display some disclaimer. "i am not ignoring you, i am just deaf. poke me, i will react (or so i hope)". oh well.

life will look good. somehow. someday.

till next time,
debs - take me cerealously.

Episode sixty four: no

2005-09-29T23:16:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.

No
wouldn't even hope to cope.
No
don't even want to talk about it.
No
dont want to elucidate my experience
No
cant even think
No
don't want to share
No
don't want to relate
No
run away
No
my life is a treadmill
No

it took all my determination to go for cg today. i now fully comprehend what Wittgenstien meant. i now know what exactly what Simmel means when he blabbers about the lonely crowd.

perhaps my life would be better if it was just a hermetically sealed shell, together with mummy and daddy. maybe it was because i learnt to speak too fast, spending only 6 months in baby gibberish. and maybe it is also because i never learnt to crawl, just dragged my bum around until i started walking.

dear God, can you just give me time? time to brood. please. thats all i ask for. oh, i also ask for answers. is that possible? please?

maybe i'm just not cut out for it. maybe it is precisely because of that, that is why i should do it. but. no. i don't want to. and if you tell me i have no choice, that just makes me angrier. IDGAS. unreasonable. do you even understand what reason is? does it matter? what matters?

the silver lining of turning up for CG, being reintroduced back to the song which my whole family loves. purely by coincidence because during dinner i sat opposite G who was trying to cheoregraph a dance to it..

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel
For some a way of living,  for some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside, or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the mountains, full of conflict, full of change
Like a fire when it's cold outside, or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of youtill next time,
debs

Episode sixty three: i am a zone centroid. zorkzorkzork

2005-09-26T23:47:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
seriously, what on earth is a zone centroid? the transport test today was SO bad that I can just die. it was like, so, what are the three characteristics of a good transport planner? Cute, Rich and Handsome. sheesh. i will be surprise if i even pass. this sem is not looking good.

had a fun time at the writing centre today. Z, D, R and I were bored typing our essays so Z suggested we each play one song from our laptops in a music relay. thing is R was using the iMacs which didnt have any music in them. So how? so we still start. heard french songs, some from The Observatory, mine was the Cartoon song and the opera rendition of 'my fav things'. when it came to R, the first time she played a hp ring tone. hehehehe. cheater. then the next time she strummed the guitar. AMAZING STUFF. highly gifted. had to go for cities lec after that, and being lazy, i played K's recording of Amazing Grace in Japanese from my hp. EARC friends sure help sometimes. :) man, i want a waffle.

there is no one on earth who can rub me the wrong way as much as my parents. oh well. i shall attempt to close my eyes and disappear. i can't seem to type any essays. dangerdangerdanger. *alarm bells* diediedie. whywhywhy amamam iii repeating myself?
bummer.

i like the band Muse. good stuff. cannot bluff.
maybe. i should take a break.
but no, the essays are due.
close your eyes. the world isn't real.

till next time,
debs who shall eat more chocolate since the world isn't real. calories are a social construct.

Episode sixty two: tom YUM

2005-09-25T01:23:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.

Today was really wierd. In the morning had to trudge to school to watch "The Metropolis". The Intermezzo was like this whacked out Madonna on crack MTV..as in, the bionic satan was doing those teochew opera-fling the head thing, cum belly dance, cum egyptian funky chicken. to think this show was the pre-cursor to 20th C blockbusters and even stuff like The Matrix. INSANE. There were so many Biblical allegories that I got totally confused. prelapsarian, post lapsarian, messianic. eeks. what was super was how they drew the parallel between city skyscrapers and the Tower of Babel. interestingly enough, one draws pple to itself and they all speak a common monetary lang, while the other caused people to be scattered and language was confounded.

oh well.

then we had our first MEET team Bible Study today. it was a refreshing change from the morning. plus, this was the REAL deal. not some fritz lang's construction. i have to say, indeed, the invisible Hand works wonders. slowly my (ir)rational fears [ah, the postmodern impulse. WAHAHAHA] are decreasing. shall write less for my next TBS. otherwise, will be continuously arrowed. which reminds me, ARGH. they're coming to my place for the next session. all the dust bunnies whom i've been lovingly cultivating would have to be killed. and i've got to find time to kill them. i'll be the new Elmer Fudd. "where's that wabbit?"

today was an interesting food experience. in the morning had the usual cereal (YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY) and had BK lunch. then, at M's place we had viet food. Oh boy. it was good stuff. and the caramel custard thing was fantastico! it even had coffee in it. and when i got home, mummy had cooked up a storm. some satay meat thing, assam fish, aspargus, some wierdy vegetables, tofu fish patties and souuuuuuuuuuup. My favourite. good stuff, cannot bluff. *thumbs up*

in an attempt to not do any work tonight, i finished memorising romans 12. i now know why they picked it. good stuff, cannot bluff. *thumbs up again*

i hate tomorrow's plans. i shall rebel. the revolution is here.

till next time,
debs..whos still enamoured with those jewel biscuits

Episode 61: death by flossing

2005-09-23T23:21:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
I am so depressed. Not by the circumstances I am in (ok, maybe 70%), but more because of the things I have to read for modernism. Baudelaire seriously makes me feel like I am the worst person on this earth because I live in a city. Simmel makes me feel that punctuality should be eradicated and I am just a worthless urban shell.

so

i shall look at the happier things in life. like how my new ambition in life is to be a waffle maker. Yup! everyday i will stand at the arts canteen and dispense pipping hot and crispy pandan waffles with peanut butter and chocolate. and, melted marshmellows. what a perfect happy life I would lead.

when i have enough money, i will go to berlin. i was watching urbanation and this conversation went:

A: the legs are hot
B: and the sex, is it important?
A: the sex, man! thats the determining factor!

sounds totally raunchy doesn't it? roachy, more like.
They were describing the cockroach races. WAY TOO COOL.

G and I decided that when we commit suicide over the tonnes of work we have to do, we will use floss. because it is thin and there is alot of it. So, when J sells it, in the manner of Baudelaire's "The Rope", he'll earn alot of money. Thus us reapying him for entertaining us. Plus, floss is cheap. And we'll die with nice teeth. picture perfect. poetic (hurhurhur) justice too.

I will play my ultra fun boggle game because I CAN. So what if i can't do sports. cuz I am a grandmaster

Ha.

I think I am going insane. i don't want to do any more work. I just want to shrivel up under my blanket and eat those jewelled biscuits and wish away the calories and hope that I never ever ever have to step into NUS again. Maybe I am not going insane. Maybe just disillusioned. Then again, one of the readings said this world is an illusion, ain't it?
and sometimes I wish, I wish it was true. as unholy *rolls eyes tenthousandtimes* as that sounds. this does not bode well. at all.

death by flossing.

till next time,
debs who will not have any cavaties because well, i floss.

Episode sixty: the things i do to procrastinate

2005-09-22T22:26:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
man..this thing is SUPER ultra unbelivably fun.
and i am getting better and better at it.
wahaha.

and

HAHA. *pushes up specs*
man. i love this sort of time wasting thing. makes so much more sense than typing essay after essay after essay.
after today's project meeting, i finally realised why i hate projects so much. it is not the people. even though some may get on my nerves, like A. who could not write a proper biblio, the hardest thing is articulating the thought process. with special regard to the structure of the essay. to me it makes perfect sense. but when i say it out, somehow there are always gaps in the logic, frustrating everyone involved. i think i should join the Toastmasters...its like to me, intro--motive--thesis, overarching arg, concept, problem solution, conclusion--move up to a bigger picture, thats how all essay go. but. urgh. words fail me. i really should join toastmasters.
meanwhile, i shall go back to playing my game.
whaahahah.

till next time,
debs who should be banned from eating all chocolate

Episode fifty nine: Jaywalking

2005-09-21T22:44:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

So, on the way home I saw a person jay walking. Normally I would do a mental tsk at the person for risking her life and breaking the law at the same time. But when I saw why she jaywalked, I knew it was all worth it. One day, may I have that reason too.

Meanwhile, I shall just live in my superultrawarmandfuzzy pink ah-mah-ish knit jacket and inhabit the fifth and sixth floor of the library. This mid sem pseudo-break is really terrible. I've been (and am sadly, going) to school every single day. And friday I will once again be planted in the same spot, trying to finish my mountain of essays. Thinking of countless motives and theses has gotten to such a point that I would rather memorise Romans 12 than think of one more motive/thesis. Not that memorising Romans 12 should be seen as an alternative to a bad thing, but it is the act of memorising which i hate. But I know its important. So, "Therefore, I urge you brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God - this is your spiritual act of worship." etcetc "If it is leadership, let him govern dilligently, if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully."

So, I shall show my transport teacher some mercy. I wouldn't envision him being bitten by the countless amount of ants in my home. I shall just picture him getting a dust allergy from all our cutseypoopsey dust bunnies. HAH. Take that for only allocating 20% of a grade to a 5000 word essay.

That said, I am falling sick. Bah, humbug. *sniffle* at least it makes my library jaunt more realistic. *sniffle-shuffle-swing water bottle* *repeat five times as I climb up the stairs to reference* *repeat 12 times as I climb up the stairs to the sixth floor*

I will neverevereverver take two non-examinable USP modules again at the same time. 14 essays are way too much for my poor deadbeat-flu medicated brain to take. I shall wallow in my own self pity, and in the knee high pile of tissue surrounding me.

Till next time,
debs who needs an IV caffeine drip

Episode fifty eight: sawadee sawadee di da di! :)

2005-09-18T00:32:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

AHHHHHH! I got into MEET Thailand! WAHOOEY! Granted, that was not my first choice, but since they are not sending one to Cambodia, Thailand is next best on the list. To think I was inwardly stabbing myself after I handed in the form because I forgot what H told me about people not getting what they wrote there. Fortunately I didn't do the stupid thing of putting China or something. There is a Mongolia team though...would love to see what it is like in the land of Khan, but aiyah, Khan't la..cuz, me is onward to the land of the thousand smiles! *beams (a thousand-fold)* What is really surprising is my team mates...all four of us from the SAME thursday CG are in the SAME team. I wonder if they knew..but still, I can see a Hand moving in this..and no, not those of the Adam Smith variety. And jiejie ruizhen went there last time too. *grins*

Today's meeting was ok. Not half as scary as I imagined it to be. I think my brain goes into overdrive when I am scared..nvm la, burns the cholesterol in the cells anyway. Was glad that they started on time..the talks were a little insomia-curing though. Maybe it is because I went with only 6 hours of sleep. But still, I managed to hear this super funny error in R's speech..he was talking about how missions is not for super Christians yadayada and he said "it is not some Hairy-Fairy idea".. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Yes, those winged things do need some Gillette sponsorship once in a while, don't they? It took alot of energy to stifle the giggles. I think very few people heard it though. teeheehee.

Daddy is super angry with me though. because I can't go on the family vacation after all. die man. he is terribly displeased..but..aiyoh, its only a holiday. Its not like I am running away from home, shaving my head bald and joining the military or something. Plus, we can go earlier. *sigh* I still haven't told them about the camp over Christmas yet. I think dropping too many bombshells at one go would turn me into road kill.

And onto frustrating stuff. I don't understand why people always let out their tantrums on me. Just because I don't retaliate does not mean you should use me as a punching bag!! If you can't cope, jolly well manage your time better! It is not my fault AT ALL. I sometimes really want to lash back but I know it doesn't solve any problem at all. sigh. And I also don't know whether I am a hypocrite. I seriously want to pummel this person on the head and yet I control myself because I think that would be a bad testimony since this person is a non-christian and yet everytime I think of it, my blood pressure goes berserk. So is this controlling even though you wish to poke the person's eyeballs with a blunt object considered self-control or hypocriscy? urgh. I am sick of mixing with people like that. And for the rest of my education too. *grumbles* I wish i knew where to draw the line between being a good testimony and being a doormat. maybe, there is no line. oh well.

I am beginning to feel the pains of having two non-examinable modules. I've got 9 essays, 3 presentations and 2 mid terms in the space of the next three weeks. Hmm. And some of the essays are at least 3000 words. Hmmm. Maybe, I should just shut my eyes really tight, and wish it all away. Maybe, the Hairy Fairies will come and shave it down to a more manageable load. hurhurhur.

till next time,
debs..those small jewel biscuits are super addictive man. small marie cookies with icing sugar on top. who would have guessed?

Episode fifty seven: rest

2005-09-14T12:58:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.

numb. the need to be re-sensitise. to God, to my family, to friends and people around me.

strip. of all pretensions, "intellectualism", happiness, holiness.

basics. the Gospel was never meant to be in an ivory tower, but a living and practical faith.

sing. "an empty grave is there to prove my saviour lives". i believe that beyond a shadow of doubt, but...emptiness proving something. now, that is something to grapple with.

resonance. an arrow is only in balance when it is coursing through the air towards that solitary target. children are the arrows in their parent's quiver. in my case, a child is the arrow in her parent's quiver. you only get to shoot once.

enervated. do I even want to live a maximal life? can't I cruise along and live victoriously as a slacker?

fear. pervading the inmost parts.

disconcerting. the past six weeks. like a top spinning on a pinhead, in constant motion, never at rest.

inferiority. don't ask me "are we there yet?" because, we never will be. it is impossible.

disenchantment. someday, somehow I will make choices between "good" and "best". for now, I will contend with "bad" and "worst".

till then,
debs

Episode fifty six: limp-wristed elders and a MEETing

2005-09-11T22:50:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Just received an email. And this is how it goes. "Good to see you at the interview. I trusted that the interview had given you a better perspective on what you will be looking forward to for the next 9 months. I, together with the supervisors, look forward in journeying with you as you explore your role in God's heartbeat for the Lost." Coolness. I am surprisingly not over-jubilant at it. Hmmm. I don't think its not because I do not want it badly, but because I guess for once I knew that whatever the result was, God's plan is still the best route.

Went to ARPC today. Apart from the fact that my nose was on hypersensitive mode and that the guy sitting next to me had such a strong aftershave i nearly puked, the service was good. This is the first time I've seen a baptism done by sprinkling, not bad, considering our water shortage. the sermon was very invigorating too, first time I've felt that Revelation had a more comprehensible feel.

I think this whole MEET thing thus far has made one thing very clear, that I really should be more focused on doing things that are on God's heart. This is one of the few occassion where I've felt like inferior for such an extended period of time. While I know that God sees the heart, I am also guilty of pushing off doing His things for a long time. Take for example, my hobby, reading. Apart from the Bible, the amount of Christian literature in my whole life I've read can be counted on one hand. Compare that to the amount of books I've read in the last month, not exactly a very balance view eh.

The physical trips to FES and ARPC this week were literally trips down memory lane. When I pass by Bukit Timah, I feel a sense of place. The memories tied to locales still call strongly. Like how we trespassed on army ground in the dark of the night, getting lost at 3am in Bukit Brown Cemetry, the Venezia store we used to run to in between classes, even the bus stop where we had to plod to because the NJ front gate was locked by the time council meetings ended..But, life still goes on.

For a while, the Bukit Timah/Dunearn Road was the ticket to that overseas college. Now, the Bukit Timah/Dunearn Road will be a ticket to a different life, one where I will not live for myself anymore. *sagely nod*

Till next time,
Debs who is tired beyond belief.

Episode fifty five: un deux trois (???)

2005-09-10T01:11:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

And so it goes. Three postings on IVLE. *beams*
People finally came for their writing centre appointements today. *beams* read this really interesting essay on how goods make up an intelligilble/unintelligible universe.
More importantly, MEET interview is over! *prances and trots*

The past week was spent fretting over it. Even before going, my stomach was tightly wound together. It only unwound itself so that I could eat that fantastic Ayam panggin (??) thing at Engin canteen. I always wonder which drunk admin worm named the canteens that way? Seriously, Techno Edge? WHAT. Its like some morbid music genre. Plus, Frontier. Seriously, you saying your education in other faculties not pioneer enough huh. trying to discredit us through your insidious naming huh? administrative pawn. Oh, and the deck. its like, eating at the green tables..Fellowship of The Deck: Gluttons of artsdom.

And I digress.

I realise that I can churn out alot of random useless information when I am scared. Its like the whole trip to FES it was so easy to blurt random funny thoughts. hmmm. this is like some psuedo stream of consciousness. but, in a structured way.

And as usual, I digressed.

The wait for the interview was like going for chinese oral. gross man. Plus, at the elevator I saw the ABRSM sign. wah seh. such a bad omen when i thought about all my bad experiences with piano exams. The people were nice. They didn't like bombard me with doctrinal questions (which was my biggest fear). Thankfully I remembered what I wrote for the testimony, so it was a consistent story. They asked the "what is the basis for your salvation" and I finally gave the truth about what I thought, the whole subjective/objective truth thing. And well, at least it is not heretical. *beams* I've decided not to be worried about MEET. If I manage to get in, I know that God will grant me the strength and grace I need. If I don't get in, I know that He has other plans for me. So, win-win, as always. :)

Celebrated M.'s birthday today. Realised that my matches have problem. One whole box and they still wouldnt light. Sigh. Sometimes its good to be near smokers i guess. *shrugs*

Tired. I don't think this qualifies as burnt out because I know my IDGAS mode kicks in so that I survive situations. But, still, this close, this close *does that index finger - thumb thinng coupled with a squinty eye*

Hungry. Both literal and figurative. Look like a beached whale for one, and a famine victim for the other. But, the imbalance will work out.

Till next time,
Debs..who knows..that God is real. The dadaists are wrong.

Episode fifty four: running on empty

2005-09-07T23:30:00.000+08:00

i feel like crying. i cannot take it anymore. i've got a test tmr, my project mates are driving me insane on MSN and we need to meet the deadline by friday and while i though everything was settled, now, the whole thing is turned upside down. my MEET interview is on friday at 8pm and i realised that i am not good enough. as in, compared to other pple signing up for meet, they are like well versed in the Bible, obedient, know all the 4 spiritual laws (i have no idea what they are!), some have gone on mission, trained in sunday sch..what not..and..uh..i have..nothing? nothing to offer at all?

Episode fifty three: mary, martha, mamamia!

2005-09-07T00:01:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
I've given up. I shall go back into my IDGAS mode. IDGAS, nice and simple.
The song "Just a Ride" has been playing in my head. And ignoring the overtly sexual connotations, I think the lyric makes way too much sense for a pop song.

Life, it's ever so strange
It's so full of change
Think that you've worked it out
then BANG
Right out of the blue
Something happens to you
To throw you off course
and then you

Breakdown
Yeah you breakdown
Well don't you breakdown
Listen to me
Because

It's just a ride, it's just a ride
no need to run, no need to hide
It'll take you round and round
Sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
It's just a ride, it's just a ride
don't be scared
don't hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
but don't forget it's just a ride

Truth, we don't wanna hear
It's too much to take
Don't like to feel out of control
So we make our plans
Ten times a day
And when they don't go
our way we

Breakdown
Yeah we breakdown
Well don't you breakdown
Listen to me
Because

It's just a ride, it's just a ride
no need to run, no need to hide
It'll take you round and round
Sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
It's just a ride, it's just a ride
don't be scared
don't hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
but don't forget it's just a ride

plus it has a nice tune too. hynoptic even. last night was the first time in almost three months where I slept before 2am and with at least 8 hours sleep, discounting that fateful one week in July. I can only tell myself "It's just a ride, it's just a ride"...down the abyss that it.
IDGAS. My new motto. I think I have had enough. I've got five hours more school than the average student, which means, 25% more time in school. Of which 3 hours I brought it all upon myself. But still. And at nights... *shudder* "It may feel so real inside, but don't forget it's just a ride".

So, be a mary in a martha world. Sounds like the easiest thing on earth. I don't even LIKE to be busy, much less want to be. IDGAS. IDGAS. IDGAS. I realised that when I am tired I tend to eat more, and my math goes haywire till I cant count my calories properly and thus end up eating more than 1200 calories. I think I shall not stick to my diet plan. 1200 calories is a little insane, it is, to me, bordering on starvation. IDGAS.

Dear God, please, let this sem pass quickly. Spare me.

Till next time,
debs...who will tell you IDGAS

Episode fifty two: And piglet makes three

2005-09-05T22:47:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

So, my parents decided to pander to my inner bimbo and got me even more stuff related to feather boas. So now, I not only have a boa-lined full length mirror, a voltive-candle-shoe-thingamajig-boa, I even have a Piglet with a boa. Way too cool. This also means my parents are back!! YAY! It gets lonely at home *sniff* when no one is around for the weekend.

We went for zhi char, and after three days of subsisting on Blueberry Morning and Anlene milk, it was a refreshing (and ok, I concede, nutritious) dinner. There is something very poignant about Daddy doing his usual scooping of fish for me and mummy. *beams* and the fact that the same conversation always takes place when we come back from a trip is heartwarming. To hear mummy complain about the ten thousand books (and this time she measured it, 17cm thick in total) Daddy brings even for a short trip (seriously man, you don't need to bring a study Bible!!!) and to hear Daddy complaining that mummy always eats Japanese food in Malaysia and buys too much bread for the trip..heehee. *beams even more* One thing though, they didn't have my favourite Tofu Tower! GAH! Don't know who ordered so many that by the time we went there it was sold out. *pout*

It is the fifth week of school. This shocking revelation came to me while waiting for Monday's CG to start. I don't know why I've lost my sense of time. And this entire 5 weeks have been spent feeling, well, spent! I've never been so tired for such an extended period of my life. It is seriously insane. And every monday I debate whether I should turn up for transport class. And lit class is so super tough. I think I've lost the drive to want to be challenged. Last year, "Virtue and Leadership" was a really tough module but I enjoyed every moment of it. I think I've become too spoilt already, doing so many slack modules last sem. Maybe I should go back NJ for Mr W.'s or Ms C.'s class to get a mental jogger of why I should not be a complacent student. But aiyah, super lazy la. I've lost the will to want to try to think. Hells bells.

On a more positive note, I finally contributed to the IVLE forum for Lit. And for once, I do not think I posted a useless posting. So there. *cerebal pat*

On a happy note, I saw M. today! Wow, have not seen her in like, a couple of months. Was supposed to have dinner with her, but I think work ended late or something. But anyhow, still managed to yak abit. Which is good. I love yakking. and cowing. and dugonging wahahaha. And I really thank God for her. *beams*

Tomorrow will be a good day. And even though wednesday has the lit-tutorial-from-hell (6-10pm!!! INSANE NUT!!!), I shall treat all four extra tutorials as 16hours of free tuition from the uni. Which adds up to savings of $400. Not bad, not bad at all. Positive way of looking at additional tutorials. Plus, its "Metropolis" so it should be fun. :)

I love life. I love friends like J too..who's emails go like "I feel so bitter and old and cynical and jaded when I'm around them. It's really different. But I can't say I like it too much because there's a time to be young and optimistic and hopeful and usually...I'm not in that kind of time zone." I couldn't agree more. But I try.

Till next time,
debs who was homemade sugee cake and swiss roll in the fridge. WAHOOEY!

Episode fifty one: Mum's the word, Dad's the man

2005-09-02T23:53:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
Once again, no one came for my writing centre slot!!! ARGHS. pathetic. oh well. free money. but still. pui.

my mum rocks. ever since we were kids, R.'s mum, aunty M has always been comparing R with me. school grades, piano grades, cca grades, sunday school involvement *rolls eyes* and now, boyfriends. so, obviously my mum got sick of it when aunty M started the whole "oh R has a boyfriend now yadayada". and so when aunty M ask mummy "so, does debbie have a boyfriend yet?" (kaypoh queen at work again)..my mummy fantastically replied "Well, debbie finds her identity and fulfillment in God." I've not seen such a quick repartee before. FANTASTIC STUFF. Oh, the mighty have fallen...wahahahahahaahahahaha. my mum rocks. *does a jig around the house*

so my parents are leaving to go melaka for two nights for their annual honeymoon. which means, sat night and sun night our humble abode will only be filled with the sound of me poddling around. which also means, my boxes of cereal are going to be depleted really really soon. but still, its fun for them i guess...being away from their motormouth who yabbers 24/7.

my dad rocks too. he shook hands the with president today!!!! *BIGSHINYBEAM* cuz he got invited to the istana for some teachers' day thingy. we were comparing our two visits to the istana and i realised the food is the same. no wonder Mr Deep Roy stays in Joo Chiat instead of the istana, i mean..so sian man. the splendid thing about being a teacher's daughter is that teachers' day is one of the best days on earth. you get to eat your father's cookies and chocolate, inherit all the pens while he just keeps the ubiquitous photoframes and cards and stuffed toys. my dad rocks too.

handed in the MEET form today. like, finally. heard from H that every year they refuse people to go on the trip. man! oh well. shall not even bother to worry. no point. cannot add an hour to my life.

the first round of tutorials have finally ended. i kinda regret not preparing for some, and hence participation points are still negligble. oh well. i am super worried for lit class. i realised i've not been participating, because, for the first time in a long while, i am actually intimidated by the people. i mean, hullo, they are year 4 lit majors taking a level 2 class..and in their class participation they use LATIN. first time i heard it i thought my ears were playing tricks on me. and then, it happened again and again. man! PIG LATIN. shoot me. shoot me now. i've serisouly nothing to contribute to discussion. shucks, dolphins and plankton!

and now..the time has come. Blueberry Morning shall see the light of day.

till next time,
debs

Episode 50: of fear and pain

2005-09-02T01:32:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
Was listening to the first CD i ever burned in the library today. I did it quite sometime back so I forgot what songs were in there. And then, matchbox 20's "If you're gone" came on. And even after all these years, the pain associated with that song is almost physical. i could only sit there, unable to move, transfixed by the song and the memories it brought back.

then went for the first real CG session. was once again wow-ed by the freshmen and the BS was good. well i guess i finally know what justification, santification, glorification, globalization means.
and then, the MEET fear kept on gripping my heart. its sinews and knots just kept on twisting. I've not felt so inadequate or scared in a long time. my Bible knowledge is so little as compared to other people who sign up that I do not know where to hide my face. my sole church contribution is so meagre that writing it down on the form was pathetic. i got so freaked out about the whole process of MEET that i left Fong Sengs early.

i know it is silly to feel this way because if God has reassured me so much about His love for me, why should i even care about how other people view me? or even about whether they judge me in the first place? but no, i cannot get it out of my head. its like being a Christian loser, as oxymornonic as it sounds since i am supposed to live a victorious life right. highly depressing stuff. makes me consume more cereal than necessary..plus the stash is running out. only two boxes of Blueberry Morning left.

writing the testimony was the hardest thing to do. because i did not know what to put in and what to leave out. I mean seriously, write about how you became a christian and the circumstances surrounding it, may sound innocuous but i can't exactly squueze 20 years of my existence into one A4 side. but writing it out made me once again realise why i am doing this. because Jesus is real in my life. i cannot give anymore excuses to deny His existence or to credit things to chance.

i am super freaked out about the discipline part. i know the whole MEET prog (if i get in) would be a good lesson in learning to submit to authority. but, i cant help but feel like a doormat everytime i submit to authority without knowing why i have to. i don't know if its pride that makes me think that respect should be earned, not given..or when i refuse to do things which are against my will or when i disagree with the person.

this is highly upsetting stuff. the winter of my discontent.
till next time,
debs

Episode forty nine: bread, squid, TOWERING TEMPTATIONS and coffee

2005-08-31T23:45:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! *beams*
fantastic stuff, today it was! :)

First it started off with a $6 (!!!) cab ride to school. Man! It was those pull-hair-out-kick-the-traffic-light kinda jam. But still, first there was one. then there were two. then seven! So at least half the people turned up to pray. good stuff, cannot bluff.

had guava at the arts canteen and well, i guess what the Bible says about the power of words is really true. I don't know what to think about the issue, just that it cannot be helped since $48 has been plunged into the Office of Satanic Affairs' cesspool..so yeah. Hmmm...still, highly intriguing stuff.

had project meeting and it was good. hopefully tomorrow's presentation will be good.

and then waited till 545 to go Holland. Wah seh. The bus ride was insane. 95 took ONE HOUR to get to Holland. I mean, seriously, DUDE! how on earth do we get jams in the campus???

But dinner (and caffeine injection after that) with S was good. Went to Swensens to celebrate our 21st birthdays (since we wont see each other till next year july, gahhhhhhhhhh). Got her the book "The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat" and she gave me a book "My Sister's Keeper" and a card which I can't open but I know that Heaven's Gates do open widely to her. Stop rolling your eyes now you commie girl! waahahahaha.

but first, pictureeeeeeeeeeeeeees! i love digicams man.

saw this on the sidewalk as i was trekking to Holland V. wahseh. this is SOME half-crazed bird man. this pattern of a birdwalking which was imprinted on the cement is that of a mod Sine curve..you know, where everything is above the x-axis. wahaha.

S eating the $4 TOWERING TEMPTATION. we ordered "Cookie Summit" and "Chocolate Freckles Peak" cuz each one only costs $4! offer ended today. phew. wahaha. had pita bread and calamari too. fantastic stuff man.

us at Swensens of course! :) love the lighting of this. :)

at the sticker shop along holland avenue. this is like the second or third time i'm accompanying S to buy lanterns. still remember she bought a Powerpuff designed one last time. And to think she calls me bimbola. look who's talking man... still, fantastic backdrop

My commie friend and her little red book. wahahahaha. that is actually her matric book or whatsoever its called there. and now we're at Coffee Club.

the world through the eyes of..a...sieve?? sure ain't rose tinted glasses.

and of course, what would life be without coffee - mocha java - and biscotti? mmmmmmmmmmm. *smacks lips* life IS good when caffeine is thrown into the package.

us bemoaning the fact that she has to go to china and leave poor me behind in singapore. but, we promised that we'll never be sad losers cuz we have each other...so...

we smile cheesey cherry grins at the end of it all! :) life will be good, on hindsight maybe. But still. life is good when you have friends like S.

we were talking about how many times she has met friends since she's come back to singapore. and the list went "blablablah, three times" etc..and when it came to me, it was "n times". oh well. we've surpassed the base classification of numbers and proceeded onto the abstract concept of N. ngeh. wahahaahahah.

on other news. i'm starting to feel really fearful with regards to MEET. bummer. oh well. on happier news, i've FINALLY caught up with my lit readings. thank God Hemmingway is so much easier to read as compared to Freud. *wipes sweat off brow*

till next time,
debs who shall avoid chocolate for a while....

Episode forty eight: inertia no more

2005-08-29T00:03:00.000+08:00

hello, you!
the church referral for MEET has been sent. i am impressed at Canon John Benson's efficiency, did it in one and a half hours..and more importantly, how even when you do the Gideon thingy..the dew on the cotton thingy..God still works.
amazing.
till next time when i've cleared my stupid backlog of readings,
debs

Episode forty seven: beams

2005-08-27T23:24:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! All I can say is, God is faithful. All that abstaining from chocolate was worth it (ok, is majorhopefully going to be worth it). WAY TOO HAPPY. *big silly grin*
Till next time,
debs *gringringringringringrin*

Episode forty six: here egos again..Freud is finished

2005-08-27T00:16:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
It is finished! No more Freud! Yay! Today I finally managed to squeeze some words out of my mouth for tutorial..can hear all that tutorial participation points going ka-ching! yay! i guess its good to have revolting readings once in a while, at least thats an opinion! :) talked to Dr. M for a while after class and yes, his assurance that we won't have any more such readings. YAY!!! maybe I'll start feeling less dumb soon. *internal nodding*

FINALLY FINALLY settled the venue for Dinner Time Talk. Why they don't make the system online is something beyond comprehension. Oh well, at least burn some calories plodding to YIH and back. At least the lady was nice. But the food at YIH was sooooooooo bad. The muffin was like a glorified soggy doughnut. Thats the only way to describe it. eeeeeccchhhkkk.

I realised that I've resumed my Library Walk..which is the shuffleshuffle-sniffsniff-swing water bottle thing I do when plopped in the library. Insane man. Its only week three!!! WHY??? I am de-volving again..into an amorphous blob which feeds incessantly and occassionally pokes out an arm out the green slime to turn a page, underline something, draw graffiti or in the rarest moments of inspiration, annotate my notes. sigh.

went for yet another two sessions at the writing centre today. and guess what, no one turned up!!! YAYYYYYYY!!! 16bucks to do my readings (finally started on them!). How much better can life get? Realised that Z.'s cousin imports Croc shoes. And gets them 30% cheaper. Hmmm. I like the "athens" one but its still not in singapore yet. pshaw! its good to have friends with lobang. muahaha. as I was doing a geog reading, i realised that fetishes for Indian guys are actually just perpetuations of "othering", and the whole Edward Said 'orientalism' thing. hmm. no good. no good at all. ok, shall stick to one ethnic group. meanwhile, shall find my hair wax to re-tune my cute guy radar. I am getting bored in the library when the model-engin (whaahahha) is no longer *small sigh* there. pui.

went to JE library to return and get more books, of which one is "Divine Secrets of the YAYA sisterhood"..super interesting, half way through already. Another is "anthropology" where this guy chronicles his love life by writing one paragraph per key word, like "ouija" so the book consists of 100 paragraphs. coolness.

And how is it possible that I managed to plough through so much of "Divine Secrets"? Well, because my parents werent home for dinner. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! on the day I thought we were all going to eat dinner. Apparently they went to St. George's for some anglican cambodian thing and due to my lack of a confirmed attendance of being proxy for Aunty B., they just went ahead without me. *pout* fine. had a PostPaul dinner..which is, Post Cereal and Paul milk yummyfied meal. hence could do the hold-book-in-one-hand-spoon-in-the-other thing. Coolness.

Shall proceed to conquer the land of readings. *pushes up specs* wahaha. i look forward to a time of mugging. *pushes specs again*

till next time,
debs who does the Library Walk and Push-up routine

Episode forty five: and so it all begins...

2005-08-26T00:27:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
So, it was the first CG session of the year, huh? Pretty interesting, thankfully without any painful icebreakers. I still remember last year's one..and all the alliteration of our names and the ants on the table. And now, we're all year twos and above. Man, time doesn't fly, it zooms. By God's grace we had a bumper crop of freshmen, and one not-so-fresh-man..and hopefully, these people will stay. AND AND AND..we've got an indian guy! *squee* cheap thrill..but still!!!! :) :) :)
Tourism lecture today made me think ALOT. Who on earth would have thought that the SIA girl is actually pandering to the old ways of using sex to sell? And the whole developing country and prostitution made me think about Song Pan again, and how the school was just beside the prostitution den and the girls we taught would just go to "work" after school.
Had a really bad time getting to Science today. Walked up a slope akin to the one i used to rush up NJ and trekked and trekked and trekked. Couldn't find that stupid "Dept of Bio Sci" so I asked around. First person I asked, replied "Ni Qiu Kan Di Tu". Thanks ah, I am a geog major, and I am holding a map, of course if i know how to get there i WOULD RIGHT. *whaps the person on the head* don't think u got maotsetong behind you ah.. pui. and then proceeded to ask six other people. in the end, gave up, trekked somemore..and guess what, ended up in front of an AQUARIUM!!! gahhhhhhh. it's a jungle out there! i hatehatehatehate science!!!
plus, the graded Lab report was like super tough la. I cant do physical geog to save my life so how on earth am i going to shade all the areas above the elevation of 30m when all the lines LOOK the same!!! urghs.
oh well.
good thing is, the transport project has some semblance of sanity.
bad thing, i haven't read freud yet. stupid idiotic guy. 70 pg reading..and i've ploughed through 50 pages. that shall be enough. *snub*
my daddy is not the nicest person on earth. was complaining about putting on weight and how nobody likes fat people in singapore. then he was like.."oh, just get somebody who loves love handle la." thank you. that makes life all the more bearable. puiiiiii. double puiiiii.
oh well.
till next time,
debs who shall go cultivate an eating disorder some time soon..in the near future...when chocolate has been wiped off the face of the earth

Episode forty four: Peekneek!

2005-08-24T21:25:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! had a wonderful fun picnic with R., A. and S. today at the Botanic Gardens. BUT I AM SO ANGRY!!! The stupid laptop crashed while I was uploading my pictures and then it deleted everything from the memory card and computer. ARGH. and there were so many nice pretty and fun pictures. I AM SO FRUSTRATED!!!! but oh well. All the Bollywood, fighting and Matrix pictures and birdie and swan pictures ARE GONE. ARGHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
oh well.
dammit.
anyway... my contribution. spam, peppermint tea, pears and psuedo-cups..cuz i couldnt find proper ones. heh.
S. taking a picture of me taking a picture of her
All of us!
What a beautiful day!

Sigh, i really wish i could recover my pictures. I am sad. But I had alot of fun. Just eating and taking funny photos. Oh well. at least S still has some. *pout* oh well. sigh.
but it was super fun. had cheese spread, grapes, cookies, sandwhiches, Doritos, juice, tea, apple crumble. YAY
I think I should cultivate an eating disorder soon. If not, I would seriously grow fat.
ARGHS. stupid crashing device. WHY!!!!!
oh well.
till next time,
debs

Episode forty three: sugar and stones may break my bones, but soap can never harm me

2005-08-24T00:34:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
While waiting for mummy to finish her cosmetic ritual, i read the ingredients of our body wash.. "Peppermint Exfoliating Wash by Body Shop"..so it read "Aqua, sodium laureth sulfate, Pumice....Caramel". I was like, wert!!! Pumice I understand cuz its an exolifant..but caramel? DUDE! No wonder I've been putting on weight.
Today, while struggling with Freud in the library, i was looking out and saw an Indian worker painting. Not the most interesting thing ever..but it made me think. Why am i so fortunate, to be on this side of the window, reading "civilisation and its discontents" and that guy, is on the other side of the window, painting a metal casing? And how often do we stop to thank people who do such thankless jobs which make our environment cleaner?
I have a serious problem. USP is losing its lustre, fast. I've not felt so dumb for such an extended period of time. Sometimes I just want to shrivel up (sounds like a prune) and disappear from the face of the classroom. sighsighsigh. why must the modules inflict so much pain? Every single day of school I have one USP class..and hence, for the whole week, I just feel dumb the whole time. bah. how on earth am I supposed to know what "The Mentality of Aesthetic Modernity" means?? and Freud is so warped I can just puke my guts out.
Funny random thought. At dinner, i realised if i ever have kids, to pay extra attention with the chinese name. M.'s story of Shi Ting was too funny to forget.
Random happy thought. I got a new nameless cousin today. One more to forcefeed and tickle. Too fun.
Today's experience at FT made me understand why Ms C is so against powerpoint. For ten minutes I just copied whatever was on the slide and nothing went in. This is a current new record of spacing out..ten minutes. man! And another record was set in the library, where 20 pages took four hours to read. Oh no. This so does not bode well.
Saw many many people at FT. was super glad to see all the fossilised exhibts. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy again. M didn't manage to procure me a cute french doctor/pilot/loverboy. Sigh. shall stick to the indian variety i guess. The MEET persentation struck a chord within my heart because it reminded me so much of Song Pan. One day. I will return.
Went home with M. Its amazing how even though we went to all the same schools since primary school, I never really talked to her. Oh well. There will always be a start. So, YAY to that.
Till next time,
debs who wants more chicken pie

Episode forty two: of lessons learnt

2005-08-22T23:29:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! So many thoughts runnning through my head (all the things you said, all the things you said, running through my head, running through my head!). Shall attempt to be logical. Ok, chronology works best.

1. I've been involve in 7 accidents. Today in transport class I learnt that even if you're on a bicycle and you fell down, it is considered a vehicular accident because, well, a bicycle is a vehicle! :) and since i've tried to learn how to ride a bike seven times (i thought i would *finally* get it right on the perfect number, but..no..) i've been in 7 accidents..of which the worst was the final one at Pangkor Island where I went straight through a bougainvilla bush, fell over a ditch, rolled across the asphalt road and fell into a ditch on the other side of the road. All thanks to my father. heh. I shall try one more time for austerity's sake. when I am more brave. I do not wish to look like road kill again though.

2. Its amazing how refreshing it can be to be in the presence of friends. Even though mondays are my worst days (10-6 with only an hour break!!!!) it is going for lecture with people like R. and S. that make it all the better. Was seriously dreading the welcome tea because I had like the headahce from hell. So it was good that there was not much need to socialise at dinner since F. was beside me and coming from the same school, I did not need to rack my bruised brains for conversation topics. But, once again, SF never failed to amaze me. The amount of people at the welcome tea (and yes, we had green tea!) was amazing!! And slowly bitbybit the headache went away. So, YAY to that!

3. I love my family. As in, seriously. Even though we can mime pulling each other's hair out behind each other's backs, we still love each other. And all the stuff we've been through even since I can remember, nothing beats them. Especially after what daddy told me yesterday about him and mummy last time, makes life all that more special. *beams* Sometimes I feel guilty that I don't eat my mummy's fantabulous food at home and just ta-pau it to school (in my get-out-of-potential-debt mode) and miss eating at the family table. sigh. I shall go home by nine every night except for mondays, thursdays and saturdays. *emphatatic nod*

4. Lessons from EARC. So, it has been almost three months! My goodness! And this leads nicely from the interview for NYC by S. Ok, yes, I did it for the free movie passes (WAHOOEY! *heh* March of the Penguins here we go! *waddles*). But seriously, how can a society which sees an ever increasing number of Christians NOT BE IMPACTED by them? WHAT ARE WE DOING??? If the orphans, widows and aliens are on God's heart, how can it not be on ours?? And this saddens me greatly. The fields are white unto harvest in SINGAPORE! At our own backyard!! (or in my case, IN MY HDB block!!!!) And what am I doing? Sitting on my lazy bum??? GAH!!! I asked E. what the exco plans to do with regards to social justice and she said all they have planned is a talk during one of the FTs next sem on it. Granted it may be too much work for who-so-ever (I've no idea if this falls under evangelism, missions, whatever category) to do..but seriously!!! *bangs head on said crevice* I hope they say something about it at tomorrow's FT (ok, today since it is 12:10) if not, when the right time comes, I will squeak about the plan which has been fermenting in my head for the longest time possible. Longest time being qualified as the longest time I've ever kept something to myself. Which is, by most human standards, not exceptionately long. But still. I try. I really hope they say something about it..BUT. what if they don't. Then how. It may seem like over stepping boundaries huh. Oh well. Time will tell. And meanwhile, no rash action on my part. All ezecma, stand clear.

5. Happy thoughts! I think I've got a fantastic job at the writing centre. I enjoy it. *beams*

6. I really should go do the kitsch vs avant-garde readings now.

7. Since I can't do my religious study minor, I shall go SBC for night class. cheaper too man. by 90%. HAH. ok, i've reached my favourite number. shall go. *salute*

till next time,
debs who is suprisingly not sick of whole grain bread yet

Episode forty one: Stupidity..utmost in brain scum

2005-08-21T01:58:00.000+08:00

ARGH!!!!!
MORONS!!!!!
Or more importantly, MORON!! Why didn't I read the stupid uni guidelines earlier?? I thought we had to do 5 Exposures??? But why is it now reduced to three (excluding major)??
I just did the module classification thingy and they said 12 MCs for exposures. ARGHS. and I did 16!!!!!!!!!!
Which means i cant do my religious studies minor any more!!!!! Because if i have 7 UEs, at least one goes to USP CBM, 2 have been take up by Eng and Lit, which means I am left with 4 spaces and a minor requires 6 spaces..and if i do SEP at an Australian Uni (which I want to!!), i can only do four modules..which sadly means I would have to do THREE EXTRA MODULES to do my minor. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY???? That is two special sem ($1000!) and one six module sem. ARGHS. why am i so dumb!!!!!!!
and as a matter of semantics, i am dumb.
I lost my voice all thanks to my neighbours who burn their joss papers outside my room window. Perils of staying on the second flood and opening your windows at night. Hello, the government kindly provided enclosed bins for you to burn. there is NO NEED for you to renact the situation in the Indonesian jungles and create a micro climate of haze in clementi.
The really sad thing is, mummy made wonderful curry. the rempah was fantastic. and now, i can't eat it. URGH.
ARGHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. stupid stupid me. stupid stupid school.
till next time,
debs

Episode forty: food, glorious glorious food

2005-08-20T00:31:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! I am SO full now. The dinner party thingy at J.'s place was fantastic. But first, today. Today was an interesting day.
It started off with lit class and me not doing my readings. We spent two hours discussing the difference between modernism, modernity and modernisation. Since I had not much in my brain to begin with (I actually did the readings, but for the next class..sigh, what a doofus) I started to yak with G. She told me funny stories about NJ and how there was this bio teacher called Ms Goh Pek Hwa who was so terrible that they had this cheer for her which began:

I say "Goh Pek", you say "Hwa"
GOH PEK HWA
GOH PEK HWA

hahahahahah. I had to stifle my laughter. The only thing which captured my interest was the one on kitsch and avant garde...oh well, till tuesday then! Meanwhile, the seven syllable reading from hades is gone and done for. HAH.
And then I went to collect back my notes from S. I was seriously fortunate A. was there with her and I said "Oh, see you later" and she was like "uh, why? the meeting is cancelled. E. messaged us this morning to say it has been cancelled because more than half the com cant make it." Jaw drop. Imagine if i did not meet her, I would have wasted time stupidly waiting til 5.30pm because NO ONE TOLD ME. initially I thought my phone was dying on me as usual and so I saw T. in the canteen and asked her if she knew, and lo and behold, she didn't. So after that I messaged three more people, H., M. and C. and guess what, two out of the three didn't know. I was irate, to say the least. My pet peeve is people who waste my time by either being late, or not informing/doing stuff which they are supposed to do. So yeah..love is patient yadayada. BUT. please. respect my time as much as I respect yours. Oh well. *shrugs* So I went home and watched happy stuff like Debbie Travis' "facelift". Oh man..i lovelovelove that show.
And the best part is still to come. Dinner, at Resort de Teo because Mistress De Teo is selling property in calutta so younger Mistress de Teo opened up her place. Oh boy oh boy. I will just let the pictures and captions do the talking.

This is how our feast began. The three of us (S. and P. weren't there yet), four types of crab, some meat thing, some pseudo-blessed chicken, druken herby prawns, mantou, fishie, lovely lovely vegetable (the nua kind which don't require chewing) and dessert (which deserves a picture on its own).

Closeup of the blackpepper crabbieeeeeeeee. The pincers were HUGE. almost as big as a paw. Half way through the dinner, S. and me stopped eating the crabs because our index fingers and thumbs were tired from peeling off the shell from the gigantic crabs. The pepper was excellent and the chilli crab sauce was FANTASTIC with the mantou.

S. and J. hamming it up for the camera before the meal started.

And dessert. That is the world's best cheesecake which makes Mr. W. melt and Ms. C. crumble. Thick yummy graham cracker crust, creamchesse filling with generous generous helpings of chocolate chips which were slightly gooey and oh so yummy. Baked to perfection. I remember going for extra lit lessons with Ms. C. because J. had given her an entire pie dish during that lit class and Ms. C shared it with the people who turned up. Muahaha.

Me. Yum. YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Close up of my heavenly sweet cheesecake. Moist and gooey and crumbly and chocolatey all at the same time. And I was given a generous portion. :) YUM.

The after effects of our dining. Everything was gone except half of the pseudo-blessed chicken.

J. with half of the present S. and I got her (ok, disclaimer, S. bought and split the bill). It is this timer for cup noodles. It will ring after three minutes. It was for J. to bring back with her to America..not that I think there would be much beibeimian there, but still..hilarious. Also got her a pair of key chains, both of female figurines..one with a hook (hehhehheh) and another with horns (hehhehheh).

Me with S. after our cheesecake, watching Team America.

Me with S. who I finally get to meet after she's been in Dresden for like two and a half years already!!! And she still has the same role she held in Exco, now only in Germany's student council. haha. Some things never change.

I had alot of fun tonight. I guess it more than made up for the crappy shock I had in the afternoon. The company was good fun and the food was fantastic. The movie was so bad it was good. Haha. Team America had dialogue like [blond blue eyed marionette - terrorist fighter] "You mean it would be like 9-11?" [stern dark hair/eye marionette - terrorist fighter's instructor] "No, it would be a thousand times worse than 9-11." [blond blue-eyed marionette] "Wow, that would be..*pregnant pause* Nine hundred and Eleven Thousand times worse". OH MAN!!
Had to catch the 1145pm 166 bus home. Was afraid that the bus service would have stopped..but oh well, could save money.
So yeah, I can't wait for tomorrow. :) I hope we manage to pull our stunt off tmr. Wahahaha.
Till next time,
debs...who can have her cheesecake and eat it.

Episode thirty nine: teeheehee

2005-08-19T00:14:00.000+08:00

*smirks*

Episode thirty eight: it all falls into place

2005-08-18T23:27:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! so, it really does all fall into place. Ever since entering Nonsensical Umbrella Squadron I've been thinking about that verse Ecc 12:13 Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commanments: for this is the whole duty of man" which incidentally is the same thing on the top of my beautiful blog and today at UDS, the guy used it! I was SUPER EXCITED. And what perfecto timing too! :) *beams* Last year, being stubborn, I didn't go for UDS. I am glad I went this year. Yay!

Today was quite an odd day. At 2pm after Tourism Lecture I received a phone call saying "Hi, you're Deborah right. I am from Citibank and am currently conducting a survey. We got your number from an unidentified source and I was wondering if I could take a little bit of your time..yadayada." Since tutorials were cancelled for us to make our site visit (which is a really sad tale) and since I was a telemarketer for Bird Park before, I decided to be nice. IN THE END, it turned out to be C. trying to borrown tourism notes because he had lunch with I. (no, not a pronoun) during the lecture slot conveniently forgetting about the need to study. Following that, in the library, C., P., and A. started sniffing my lip balm. Super major wierd. I don't know if I should throw my lippie away. Considering that I can only get it from Aust and out of the six tubes I brought back, this is the final one..maybe not. But still, makes me question the type of people I hang out with.

On a totally unrelated note, reading 'Urban' the ST insert, is seriously bad for health. Today they featured celebrities who lost weight. Oh my goodness! I am like an elephant/hippo/rhino compared to them man. If not for the fact that I love food too much, I would have gotten an eating disorder just by READING that article. Insane.

On a happy note, I think the torrent of verbiage on the abomination that is CORS worked. I got all the tutorial slots I wanted. Which makes me thank God I'm in usp cuz I only needed to ballot for three slots. Yesterday when I called the CORS helpdesk, the guy was like 'I don't know why everyone is cramming the system. its not first come first serve(yes, we ALL know that). it is kinda like a lucky draw'. And at that point I wanted to cut him in and say "well, i do not believe in luck. because my religion does not support it. so, since tutorial balloting is like a lucky draw, doesn;t it go against my basic principles to do it? since this would make me compromise my morals, the admin should be more flexible yadayada." But. decided not to make life difficult for the poor guy. since I whined to him for about 10minutes before that about my difficulties. Yes, ten minutes. the helpdesk became a psychiatrist chair..

On a really really happy note, going to J.'s place for dinner/team-america/cheesecake session tomorrow after arts comm meeting. and here is her menu

Chilli crab
Black pepper crab
Some crab with fried yam sticks 
Drunken prawns
Half a fried soon hock
Mongolian pork chops
Fried mantou
Some very nice stewed veggie with century egg.

And cheesecake, naturally.

We will be serving chilled red wine and any white wine if I find it,
vodka, gin and tequila will be on ice. Also got chilled water and two
packets of milo.

I am hungry already.
Till next time,
debs who cant wait to get to normanton park

Episode thirty seven: CORS - Cantankerous Orifice Reeks Scatologically

2005-08-17T13:16:00.000+08:00

Which basically means, the idiotic CORS system, is, an Anus. As in, the end of the digestive system. Anus. aNUS. I've been attempting to get in the system (hurhurhur) for four and a half hours. Base on normal human standards, digestion takes place in four hours. So, I should have been out of it eons ago.
If you want to be among the top 50 universities in the world, please, at least ensure that your server is not constipated.
"Sorry, the server is currently unavailable.The server is overloaded or down for maintenance and due to this, was unable to process the your request. Please try again later. "
SHOOT ME.
And now...an even better one..
"Not Found The requested object does not exist on this server. The link you followed is either outdated, inaccurate, or the server has been instructed not to let you have it."
Fine. You do not wish for me to enter. WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! I can only qualify for one stupid idiotic tutorial slot and NOW YOU DON'T EVEN LET ME IN YOU NIMROD.
ARGHS.
I am so dead. soso dead. the vultures are circling overhead now.

Episode thirty six: i'm a swashbuckling lightsabre warrior zingzingzing

2005-08-15T23:40:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! So today wasn't so bad after all. Even though I forgot to print notes for transport class. Oh well. Fortunately I wasn't chao onz and skipped seating in front. But, whatever! I realised my folly today at Biophys class. I, sadly, do not live on an anticline. As R. rightly pointed out, and much to my consternation, there is a mosque behind Sheares Hall. And hence, the anticline would most probably be there because if we're on Kent "RIDGE" and ridges are made from sedimentary rocks and the folding of sedimentary rocks causes anticlines and synclines. BAH. stupid me never thought of that and went happily away thinking i live on one of the cooler landforms around. BAH.

Anyhow, today's sworfighters (and yes, the spelling error is totally intentional. we've changed our name) was EXCITING to say the least. I am super excited to begin the John study. Encounters. SO FUN! Woohoo!! Plus we've finally got non-arts people so at least there won't be hegemonic dominance. Even though I've only been a swashbuckling lightsabre warrior for one sem, I can feel the verve. :) i do miss M.'s and K.'s and A.'s presence though. Sigh. And the free rides too. Heh. I guess its like that chinese shu yu "tian xia wu bu shan zhi yan xi" (or something to the extent that my hanyupinyin can bring me). I think lianglaoshi would be proud, i did learn something at chinese remedial.

I've come to a final conclusion regarding MEET. Maybe next time. *small smile*

Till next time,
debs who polished off the cookies she baked *smug look*

and to avoid my sevensyllable modernist gahgahkillme reading..i did a geographic personality test.

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which is, once again, in line with my hussien. oh well!!! *shrugs*

Episode thirty five: eeeks

2005-08-14T23:55:00.000+08:00

Hello, *glances around* you.
Yikes. This is freaky. People who do not know me have read my blog. And how do I know this?...from the comment "What denomination are you". No name, nothing. Oh gross. I feel sick to the stomach now. I think I would have to delete this silly blog. And resort to typing and printing my journal again. BAH. *sticks tongue out in a general direction*
pui.
till next time when i am ready to face an unkown world again,
debs
on a happier note: i baked cookies (which turned out fantabulous) and sewed yet another skirt again today. fantastic stuff, i say :)

Episode thrity four: niggling feeling

2005-08-14T00:41:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!
I forgot homework exists. I just spent an entire day printing and orgainsing the gag-worthy readings for geog, choking on the fumes being emitted by my printer, calculating the best ways to save ink and paper and finally, piercing holes through those thick jungle-eliminating cerebal food and arranging them in my nice pink files. Major look of accomplishment. And then, I realised, oops, I actually have to read that? Hmmm. *twiddles thumbs*
So to ease myself into the pain of doing readings, I decided to read my library book first. Wahaha. Finished the book in one sitting and then realised, ooops, saturday is over already. *twiddles thumbs and attempts to twiddle toes*
The fantastic thing is it is now 1am on sunday and hence can officially be counted as the Sabbath thus allowing me to say with a clear conscience that hey, I can't do work on a Sabbath. Wahaha. And hence, I can proceed on to devour the other three library books and my readings shall continue looking pretty in my pink file. I will study soon. I promise. I hope. *attempts to cross fingers and toes which are twiddled*
Shucks. I am too slack. And getting complacent. But, as my thumbs and toes are testament to, its only the first week. I shall just admire my pretty pink files.
Random happy thought 1: doesn't the word "emanate" roll off the tongue so well. Sounds fantastic doesn't it? Emanate. Definition: To come or send forth, as from a source. It sounds like a caramel coated word. Emanate. Ok, make that caramel over marshmellows. Emanate.
Random happy thought 2: NTUC still has the fantastic $4.95 POST Honey Bunches of Oats discount thing and fantabulous $2.05 MeiJi Yoghurt thing till then end of the month.
Random happy thought 3: I managed to send my dad on a major guilt trip for pissing me off so he ended up paying for said cereal and yoghurt.
Random happy thought 4: I should do this more often.
Random happy thought 5: Nutella, from EARC emailed me! Wahoo!! so happy!!
Random happy thought 6: I am not on duty tomorrow at church. Which means, sleeping thirty more minutes. And not fretting over whether that stupid pirating machine works. And not feeling so bad when I cant get it to work and have to tell uncle P. Life is good.
Random happy thought 7: I am starting work soon! All mental cash registers go ka-ching to the tune of that famous ABBA song. Plus, its fun stuff, save for that prick. Shall not think about that prick. It will mar my happy thought.
I love the number 7. I shall stop here. Although, I do have many more random happy thoughts. Emanate. Peace out!
Till next time,
debs who wants to eat the word Emanate.

Episode thrity three: Lose control

2005-08-12T23:51:00.000+08:00

Hello, you.
So, the first week of school has zoomed by, huh?
Had lunch with S before lit class. Part of the Exco's look-after-the-secretaries-under-you scheme I guess. but she is super nice, so it was fun. It was quite hilarious, trying to convince her that me not eating rice and only eating ingredients was not because i had an eating disorder (she obviously does not know me well enough to know that I cannot not eat for more than 5 hours, otherwise I will go insane, high, or both) but because I had two slices of bread half an hour before. oh well. first time someone ask me if i have an eating disoder. momentous occassion folks. wahahaha. i shall eat rice in her presence next time, to allay any more niggling fears.
Today's lit class was very fun. Saw G. for the first time in two years. And, true to her nature, when asked "so what do you do in life science?" She replied "Oh, look at fly porn. Did you know that the genetelia of the male fly is so big it goes up to the thorax? I've been filming them for my project for Evolutionary Bio." Yes G., I *so* needed to know that. That said, she entertained me with her warlus imitation at Pre-U sem tog with P. and S. Hah, thinking of it brings back good memories.
We did an e.e. Cummings poem. I've not done poetry in so long that when I saw concrete poetry (yes, there is a genre called concrete poetry) I got a little thrown off.

l(a

le
af
fa

ll

s)
one
l

iness

And the distillation of thirty mintues of brain work ended up with this. that it mimics the way the leaf sways to the ground. that the punctutaion by spaces further amplifies the emptiness. that if you take away the parenthetical phrase, you're left with the word loneliness. And (this is the part I like best) that cuz the first "l" is so far away, you are left with the word "oneliness"...a seemingly nonsense word. But it is almost zen-like in nature..that in solitude, one can be whole. WAY TOO COOL. I love lit.
Waited in the library for Arts comm meeting which ended at 9!! Gah!! But still, it was quite productive, in my opinion. Oh well. The week has gone by. No more dreaming. S. is seriously stressing me out with all her readings printed and filed and notes done and stuff. And I am still coasting along. Oh well, everything in its time. I shall get my act together. soon. Hopefully not too late. Too much inertia though. I blame it all on the chocolate.
till next time,
debs who still think the uni admin is so base they dont qualify as pond scum even

Episode thrity two: THAT'S IT!

2005-08-11T23:59:00.000+08:00

Hello, you. Ok, thats it. I am so not going to go onto MSN until absolutely necessary. I think someone is trying to hack into my wireless through it. idiot. idiotiditoidiot.

So it's been a really eventful three days. National Day was spent as a real excercise of my patience with daddy breathing down my neck to get the stupid wireless connection fix cuz of our spanking new LCD plasmawhatever desktop. super cool black flat thing but lacking connection to the *LKY voice* information superhighway. But alas, after wasting seven hours of my time, my father finally decided to admit that his daughter is really a techno idiot and hence he is going to call the Linksys guy and pay $90. oh well. Watched NDP, was super interested in the tank displays but got bored in the dance segment. seriously man, year in year out the patterns look the same. and seriously man, how many times do we have to see LKY cry over the seperation? give that man a break. he doesn't need his wussy incident repeated overandover again. and i bet now he thinks they were tears of joy.

wed morning was great. finally discharged. YAYNESS!!! too happy. nearly kissed the doctor but thought of all the germs that may be present..so..eww. really good thing was that i managed to squeeze booking the room for Dinner Time Talk while waiting for S. to go shopping. I guess OSA ain't so satanic after all. Went to Bugis with S. had fun but there is still a niggling (such a funny word!) thing in my brain. shall let it gnaw and think about it next time. went for the corinne may concert at night. it was, to say the least, awesome. she sang my favourite song "little superhero girl".

I feel like a little girl
Trying to conquer the whole wide world
Everybody wants a piece of me
And I just don't know where to turn
I've got work piled up to my head
All I want to do is jump into bed
And wash away my troubles
with lemonade

she sounds so much better "live", as in, there is a resonanace to her voice as compared to the CD. or maybe my laptop speakers are just lousy. or, both. the techinical tripups sucked though. considering that the Durians are supposed to be a worldclass concert hall, oh well, they stink, just like the real thing. But she seriously has amazing talent. made me want to go back to play the piano. hmmm. It was worth every cent. the band was alright i guess. I like. I like. *shiny beams* had to rush off straight after that to sleep cuz had to go send A. off.

Which brings me to today. Woke up at 4.15am. Was out of the house by 4.30am. Have never ventured at this time before so it was an experience. saw this super cool thing on the MRT track where one compartment of the train was being pulled by two lorry things on the track. coolness. saw a prostitue/morphodite while waiting for M to come down from his house cuz he stayed nearly geylang. oh well. our taxi fare came up to a mindblowing $37.50. oh well. i guess i shall starve for a few more days.

met A. while he was having breakfast. and then sent him off, back to the Philippines. We all knew that we won't see him for at least five year. I know that even though regret is a waste of time, but still, I can't help but feel so. it is so difficult to hug someone knowing that you most probably won't see him for a long time. words fail in times like this. and i can't help but question why does God allow such things to happen? why is life so unfair? why "the poor you will always have"? why such a predicament? why no second chances? yes, it makes me realise how blessed I am. but, it is so unfair. HELLO, CAN YOU HEAR ME ANOT?? WHY SO UNFAIR?? I refused to cry at the airport because I know it doesn't help at all. I guess its good to be stubborn once in a while, huh? "If the stars refuse to shine and time is no more, You'll still be faithful." We can only cling onto that, that God will never send us more than we can bear. Hindsight is always 20/20. Someday, we'll know.

Was super depressed when I went home. didn't help that the stupid printer was uninstalled by some freak accident of techonology. had to ask S to print my tourism notes for me. slept till 11, had lunch, went to sch for tourism lec and transport tutorial. have a cool tutorial group for transport, even though its a sci USP module, out of 18 people in the class, 16 are from Arts. hah. poetic justice. we're going to investigate transportation networks and its effect on Holland Village. so cool, huh? :)

was very tired when I went for Arts Welcome Tea after that. was really surprised by the amount of people who turned up. even a moderate optimist wouldn't expect so many people. :) God really sends them in droves huh. had quite a fun time, saw M. Oh man, I was her OGL when she was in Nj the first three months, and now she's here. too cool. we exceeded the time though. felt super bad for those who prepared their presentations but couldn't show it due to the lack of time. oh well. NUSSU people were getting antsy outside and it was quite unfair to them to keep them waiting outside as well. so yeah, something's gotta give. didn't have much energy to bounce around. didn't feel like being happy either. Joy is not an emotion, huh? so? sue me. *bite*

sigh. and here's to A. *raises a toast* and a Corrinne May Song

Every Beat of My Heart
So here we stand
Anchored in hope
Letting the rain wash away every fear
Stars in the sky
Twinkle and shine
I pray they won't disappear

'Cause I don't know
where your journey goes
or how long it will take to unfold
But as long as we keep this moment shining in the dark
I will be watching over every beat of your heart

I wish that time
Could be replayed
I'd keep you here with me everyday
They say that love is letting go
I hope that you find your way

'cause I don't know
where your journey goes
or how long it will take to unfold
But as long as we keep this moment shining in the dark
I know you're watching over every beat of my heart

So yes. indeed. all good things must come to an end. But, there is always God. And in God, there is always hope. Someday I can truly say that statement without a single doubt. I await that day with bated breath.
Till next time,
debs

Episode thirty one: who I am

2005-08-09T01:14:00.000+08:00

too funny. heeheehee.

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Episode thirty: serious studious sophomore

2005-08-08T23:33:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! no more a frivolous freshmen, and keeping in line with my aim to not leave readings to the day before the exam, like econ geog, i shall be a serious studious sophomore.
I thought I was being smart by taking the 9.05am bus to get to school, hence beating the crowd who would rush for ten am lecture. Oh boy, way too wrong. For some insane reason, the bus was packed and since I boarded form my house, i had to stand precairously on the steps, facing out front. quite fun though, with the road in full view and hanging on to nothing but the ezlink machine, its good to live life dangerously.
since I was so unbelivably early, I trooped down to the best place in town, the reference section. muahaha. and for the first time in my whole entire life of mugging there, I AM THE FIRST TO ARRIVE. major kick man. even during the intense brain juice period when I reach at 815 there are already like 5 people there. and today, me, me, me, was the first. MUAHAHAAHAH. This bodes very well. I flopped down onto one of the easy chairs and read Salman Rushdie's "East, West". Too perfect. Reading a novel in the easy chair before the sem starts. *beams a happy contented smile*
then, as usual, I had no idea where my class was. so trooped down all the way to the bottom of usp block, and decided to be fit and trooped up. Realised I knew quite a few people in transport class. transport is a civil engineering module. ARGHS. first I did an electrical engineering module, and now a civil engineering one. WHY??? oh well, its an SS. thats my only consolation. plus A/P Chin seems interesting, or so I think. C arrived an hour late for class. I nearly fainted when he walked in at 11am. oh well! fashionably late i presume.
scooted down to biophys lecture. my first lec with R (and manymany more to come). oh boy, Holocene period, Pre-Cambrian, Jurong Formation...all JC stuff, so YAY! but it also means $50 went to waste. Oh wells! realised aunty estella's son, J. was in the same class. such a disappointment lor..R. said he was like super cute. Sheesh, her antennae spoil ah. anyway, the really interesting thing i learnt was that I am living on an anticline. *geeky smile* since wongpohpoh refered to the mosque near my place as being on an anticline, then I guess i'm on one too. SUPA COOL! :) almost cowabunga status!
then had a break, and then went for Cities in Transition. Oh man, A/P Huang looks like the Hush Puppy doggy! I don't mean this in a bad way, but the hair and eyes are too canine to ignore. I realised my attention span has really decreased because I kinda zoned out without knowing and then she said "all the definitions of a city is non-examinable" and my first reaction was "oh phew, nothing went in anyway" but S. and R. were like "oh, but that was really interesting and i think it was beneficial". oh no....i really should pay more attention. but the guy beside me was really distracting lor. firstly, he exuded this really wierd smell and secondly, he was like scratching all over..which can only lead me to conclude that well, he didn't bathe since time memorial. URGHS. shall avoid seating beside guys at all costs.
oh well. school has started. hmmm. pretty ambivalent.but I am super glad I've got the same three geog lecs as R. its going to be a pretty fun sem. wahoo!
love,
debs who can finallyfinallyfinally eat chocolate now that its 1216am 9th aug. *runs to raid the fridge*

Episode twenty nine: friends, singaporeans, heartlanders, lend me your ears

2005-08-06T00:05:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! :)
Today was fun but has forced me into hibernation for the next few days till I get my allowance. anyhow, met S. in the morning for brunch at Holland. Oh boy, Subway seems to keep on getting better. Fortunately I asked in advance if they had any cookies without chocolate inside, and when all had either white/milk chocolate...oh well, sign that I should save $2.20. :) It was good to catch up with her..even though our paths seem to be divergent, I am sure we should be able to withstand that. Couldn't help but feel a tinge of green though, I mean, so fortunate right, if you want to go hongkong for a weekend, you can just go at the drop of a hat..and planning for a month long trip to europe and london (yes, I believe they are distinct). but I also know that even though I do not have so much financial resources to be able to do so, my life is already blessed beyond measure. :) so I shall live vicariously (man..that word still reminds me of that horrid writing class assignment) and enjoy london and paris through her eyes. :)
then I literally waltzed to the Buona Vista MRT station. the route from holland to the station was..to say the least, a long and winding road. with SO.MANY.STAIRCASES. Goodness! I can now be a stairmaster. *flexes muscles*
met S (yes, they have the same name. if I got a penny everytime I had to clarify which S, I can definitely go to some nice cold place in december) at Newton and while waiting for J, I realised she can't pronounce the word "pon". as in, cut class. she either aspirates the P..so its pHon..or she adds in a R..so the phrase becomes "porn class"..now now. HAHA!
anyway, the moment we saw Ms C, she gave us such a big generous hug! And she reiterated what I droned on to her for two years "I am Deborah, not Debbie!" haha cuz she always got both of us mixed up. OH BOY! I really missed Ms C. It so scary that she got cancer, but at least she looked fine and could walk that path to the MRT. I really hope she gets better!
Ms C was, as usual, super interesting. I remember in NJ I had cut class for every single subject except for hers (because I loved her class too much) and Mr. W (his was a love-terror relationship). We were there at 2 and wanted to leave by about 4, BUT, we left at 6!!! woah! and saw all of her four cats...who are usually people-shy because they were abused. I guess we're special guests. *big beams* one of the cats was like a miniature black panther. too pretty. :) and she spoke to them like they were her babies!! :)
And we talked about everything! airplanes, college life etc. The part about her grand nephew struck me alot, in relation to waiting on tables for two months in each european city and then travelling on. Doesn't that sound so interesting? Like for a year after graduation, just earn whatever pittance it is to survive, and actually SEE the world, an altered reality. But, I know mummy and daddy won't allow...they would think its a waste of money and time. sigh. oh well, practicality i guess. *small shrug* and what she said about seeing getting a BA as a process of teaching your brain how to think, and not actually getting content knowledge..too true, too true. And she could understand and commiserate about how sucky the uni is..as in she actually understood what it was like compared to what I think (and I believe what she feels) uni should be like. sigh. oh well. esp the part about the lit dept from hell and the student feedback excercises and printed notes!! oh man! *shudders*
and she sharing about her aversion to religion. i think if i had experienced what she alluded to about her sister and the jehovah witness thing, I would definitely be repelled too. I don't know whether I think women should be "worshipped" because, to put it crudely, men are dispensable..but I also always wonder if the Bible is chauvinist. I don't know if even the act of voicing this out is blasphemous, but yeah..equality huh? I know we should not question the authority of the Bible, and that it is truth in its entirety. BUT..sigh..there shouldn't even be room for "buts" huh? i shall let it gnaw at the back of my brain for a while, and maybe one day when the thought resurfaces again, perhaps things will be clearer.
and then we went on to talk about teachers back in NJ. and how people like Mr W are not in the best of health. Oh man, it makes me so sad to think of that. I know sickness is inevitable, but Mr W is such a darling! he and his prophetic finger, squeezing whatever our brains can plooop out for prac crit. and making it even fun..like how the mnemonic for critiquing drama was "Plum And Tomato Salad Always Makes Purple Vomit". HAHA! I remember him singing it in class to the tune of "hark the hearld angels sing" with so much theatrical aplomb and us laughing so hard that class could not possibly continue. hahahahah. so insane but I can STILL remember how to critque drama. coolness to the nth degree man. i miss his lit class so badly. and him always tsking at me when I coloured all the "holes" in my name with my different coloured pens, or in his own words "barbie colours". heh. it was fun being in his "Jesus people" league too. haha.
and then we rememberd that Mr H passed away, less than nine months after reitrement. Oh man, he was the richard gere of NJ..I remember that I was supersuper happy to be in the humans class because we had him all to ourselves. and he had the bluest eyes, and always said "ticketyboo!" and how he referred to that abomination which was our econs TYS as "the pink book" and all the interesting things he taught, as though Joseph Shumpeter and Baumol were his next door neighbours. He made me fall in love with econs when he showed that the logic behind everything, was simply, demand and supply. and his life ended so suddenly! apparently his wife was still in singapore while he was in england setting up their retirement home..and his daughter is only my age! oh man! it makes me almost want to cry...to think that this super inspiring and fun econs tutor who was so healthy he went trekking in nepal, would just drop dead one day with a heart attack. sigh. sometimes no matter how much you question why, you'll never get the answer anyway. sigh.
anyway, then proceeded to rush to orchard for dinner with J. and A. to celebrate the latter's birthday. but first had to stop by library@orchard to drop off my books and get new ones. did everything in the record time of 5 mins. And thats a new record, folks! Called the stupid Co-op and the guy made me waste 5 freeeking minutes of my precious handphone talk time to confirm if my course book was in, and then, at the end of it, he said he will call me back. I wanted to scream "YOU INCOMPETENT NINNY!" but decided to be civil. and when he called back, he said it is only in NEXT friday. you idiot! my course starts on monday. MONDAY you hear?? week one starts on monday?? how can the COMPULOSRY text not be in? NINNY NINNY PANSY NINNY. urghs. and wasted another 1.37 minutes of talk time. urghs. sped down from taka to orchard point in under ten minutes, and saw miss-project-mate-scum-of-the-earth B along the road. EW. gross. the amount of time we wasted waiting for her to type an insipid introduction to hamlet. urghs.
anyway, dinner was yummy. i love those funkyfungi man! never heard of mushroom pot, but the food was Excellent! five stars! Saw SN by chance there, and she's going Edinburgh on 10th Sept to do her doctorate in theology. amazing stuff man, that girl! and so humble too. :) conversation's ante was upped a little when J. talked about his experience in cambodia. I realised the questions he was struggling with were simliar to those I had when I came back from China, but he seriously appeared quite frustrated and disturbed. Oh well. can only pray man..
then went to meet the other J, for dessert. oh boy, the raspberry cheesecake from Secret Recipe is heavenly. *smacks lips* and yeah, i realised the same tension between SF and MEET exists too. and we didn't sing the birthday song! arghs! dangdeeroo!!! but it was fun eating dessert...i mean, how can dessert not be fun right? :)
oh boy. sleepy.
till next time,
deborah who is not debbie. bwahahhahaa :)

Episode twenty eight: mini manical mode

2005-08-04T13:31:00.000+08:00

Hello, *glances around* you. oh man! and to think I was excited about starting school. I am seriously deluded. The new semester is INSANE to say the least. GAH. Was looking at IVLE and the workload is nuts and that is not an exaggeration at all. GAH. Which makes my new sem seem less fun already. I think sem 2 must have been so slack because I only did one USP module and one Geog 2 module. And now, its two USP (science and 20c Lit) and THREE geog modules. man!

Dear school, I do not want to grow up. Please, make me a freshman again. Alternatively, I promise I won't rant against the school anymore if you just eliminate all project work. all just cut the stupid school fees! we don't need yet another Gotham looking university hall...it just further amplifies the whole "dont come here, we are darkdark people who swallow your money" feel. it would also make me less guilty when i cut class. YOU HEAR ME? CUT THE FEES you money leeches. GAH! sighsighsigh. i need cereal. now. right now. *sends vibes to Post to employ me as their taster* AND, my cereal has ran out. pui. phoooey. shall have to find an excuse to go grocery shopping with mummy so that I can restock my ammo. love, hungry debs

Dear God, please give me strength, alotalotalot please? May sophomore year be one where Your faithfulness is demonstrated yet again. Help me to at least enjoy my modules and not drag my feet to class. Considering that each module costs $500, it amounts to wasting $50 for everytime I cut each class. So, please help me to be able to wake up and not have gross lectures with the like Jap Studies or Econs. Help me to be nice to my project mates (please give me responsible ones! not like A. who couldn't even type a biblio!!!) and not stress them out with my draconian instincts. And even though there is still some deluded part of me that thinks if I shut my eyes tight enough, this whole uni experience will poof off, help me to live in the here and now, to really be effective salt and light on campus and in the community. You know I always freakout because I don't do readings in time for tutorials and lectures, pleasepleaseplease remind me of the need for discipline. And help me to see the beauty in each day so that I will not whine because I always do. May all the activities in CF be done to the glory of Your name, and no one else. Some loud booming voice regarding my decision for MEET before 5th Sept would help immensely too. You know I've got a problem talking to people younger than me so I pray you help me not to munch on the new people. Thank You also for the writing assistant job, I'm sure You know how much it means to me. I pray that You'll help me to ~*~shine~*~ for You in this new community and to be helpful to the people who come in, please help them to sense Your love. :) Most importantly, I shall thank You in advance for everything which would come my way. Because I know You hold me tightly and even though You give me my daily bread and not a loaf, I know I can always count on Your provision. In the whole wilddizzywhirl of it all, it is so easy to lose my perspective. And I usually only thank You on hindsight. Which, is bad. So, please help me to lean on You daily and to live a life of thanksgiving and praise, with genuine love for the people around me and may the motivations of all my actions be in tune with You. :) love, debs

Dear Co-Op, BRING THE BIOPHYSICAL BOOK IN..NOW! I won't even sign off "love" because I don't like you. *stomps away*

Dear me, go...get a life...now. love, me

Till next time,
debs the cereal killer

Episode twenty seven: of fish soup and money

2005-08-03T00:41:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! today was a very rewarding day. but first I must complain! argh! the stupid fish soup I ate for dinner is making me feel miserable. urghs. I wonder if the fish was spoilt or something. *turns a putrid green* tasted splendid though! :)
First things first, had the final day of the two-day training session for writing centre. The first mock conference was contstipating! They had to roleplay as difficult students and E. played the quiet one, who refused to maintain eye contact. She bascially twirled her hair the whole time and didn't look at me at all and was so recalcitrant! But it was still alright as compared to D. who played the obnoxious arrogant USP student. Inductive Philosophical Inquiry my foot! haha! I knew they had a blast doing it because I could see them laughing.. and I guess it is good practice too. After lunch did the mock conference for unusal papers and that one was fun because I. was a very entertaining person...playing the engineering student doing a lit book review arguing that edwardian literature and moderism are part of the same continuum. highly ironical since she is a lit honours student. :) the really surprising thing was when we went to the writing centre and realised that we actually get paid for the training! How cool is that? First we get good and enriching lessons (and fun too!), then we had Rocky's pizza yesterday and Danish pastries today, and free flow of coffee (yay!!!) and tea both days...and we still get paid. Amazing. Woohoo! :)
Coincidentally M was in school at 5 so went for Arts Comm meeting tog after that at SJSM. Never knew there was a straight bus from school! Yay, save money! :) And the meeting was fantastic. Firstly, because we are not in deficit!!! Thank God!! after that double catering debacle...phewphewphew! and matric fair went great. yay!! But what was really beneficial, was P.'s workshop on prayer. Amazing stuff. much food for thought and I shall think about it much, esp before the crazyily fun semester starts. the dark night of the soul -- it couldn't be phrased more appropriately.
and the most played song on my iTunes now...

Lord You seem so far away. A million miles or more it feels today.
And though I haven't lost my faith, I must confess right now that it's hard for me to pray.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start.
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart.

I will sing.
I will praise even in my darkest time through the sorrow and the pain.
I will sing. I will praise.
Lift my hands to honor You because Your word is true. I will sing.

Lord is hard for me to see all the thought and plan You have for me.
But I will put my trust in You. Lord will meet Your guide to set me free.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start.
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart.

I will sing.
I will praise even in my darkest time through the sorrow and the pain.
I will sing. I will praise.
Lift my hands to honor You because Your word is true. I will sing.

Till next time,
debs who feels like the fish soup is swimming upstream...urghs!!

Episode twenty six: pizzaz! we're headless horsemen, no more!

2005-08-01T23:55:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Short happy note first...Ms C still remembers me and S. says she sounds happy I'm going to visit her on fri! Yippee! Was half worried that she won't remember me and then give me those generic "so, you're one of the 192830192849 lit students I taught Dickens, Eliot and Shakespeare to" smile...oh well! *beams*
Had training for writing assistant today. Was quite fun. Realised that all the stupid mistakes I made in writing class is commonplace too. Phew, makes the stupidity factor go down a few notches when it is divided by so many people. The current writing assistants were very nice people too. Considering the fact that I thoroughly exploited the writing centre in yr 1, I had dones conferences with almost all of them, some even a few times! muahaha. And the pizza was good. Never ate Rocky's pizza till today, and boy is the salami-pepperoni-whatever wierdly flattened meat pizza good! Dr. Lo was also very nice. Hmmm...makes me regret judging by appearances last time and thus forsaking his writing module, which is incidentally, clothing identities. hah. the irony of it all!
we did a mock conference on comparative analysis between Crusoe and the idea of wonder, and came to the conclusion that perhaps the master-servant relationship is build on a sense of wonder (of which, fear, is a subset) and that it works both ways. think Dr. M's idea of bringing the conclusion to a higher level of abstraction worked really well in this case. i guess something from writing class did stick in my mind..apart from motive, thesis, yadayada.
the bestest best part of today was dinner. We had a surprise birthday party for her at pizza hut at suntec. had pizza for lunch so decided to have this meatball cheese thing with breadsticks. supa yummy! anyhow, B. passed me some of his notes, bless his kind soul. shall give him a nice birthday present, when I figure out when it actually is. another thing to be grateful for is that we finally have a swordfigher's chairperson! YAYNESS! *bounce* thank God M. decided to take up the job...otherwise we would be headless horsemen man...it must have been quite a tough decision, considering he is doing honours with a 6 module sem and a thesis to worry about, plus church stuff. extra extra special delivery of prayer needed for him...but i am sure we'll all help each other poddle along. :) oh and K. got a job!!! with home affairs to boot. now, if we know what he does for a living, he has to kill us. sigh, bona fide swordfighter...with PAP's backing somemore.
AND THEN THE MAIN THING. muahahaha. M. thought that it was a swordfighters meeting since all of us, save for M. were all current/fossilised members. I thought she would notice M straightaway..but I figured since we were all from thurs CG save for two people, well, maybe she wouldn't get it. And she didn't. muahahaha.
Then at 830, the alarm on M's present rang. haha! how insane is that? an alarm ringing? M and M and I were all waiting impatiently for it to ring. Had to do this whole silly routine consisting of "ah!ah! can you hear it ring? it is calling out to M. and is vibrating too" and passing it down to her since she couldn't hear it. hahahahaha. she looked pleasantly surprised to say the least. muahaahah. then she opened the present i made for her and looked pleased too. YAYNESS! ok, maybe it is good to be superbroked once in a while, forces you to churn out presentable crafts. only thing I didn't like was the inside backing of the book, because i measured wrongly. oh well! but i still think it rocks. and moreover, if it was perfect, people wouldn't think it was handmade. mauahahahahah. it also gives me more confidence to craft more. so yay, Kalms and Precious Thots can eat my dust. *bouncebouncebounce* can't wait for christmas now! :)
had a blast tonight. really fun time! it was super cool too because i remember when M herself planned my own surprise birthday party. oh well, HALLO buddies rawk the town. she has really been a HUGE blessing in my life and all the people there were testament to what a great blessing she has been. *beams* so happy tonight! i think we all had fun too. yay!
tomorrow will be another super fun day too! considering got training. i like training, i find it stimulates the grey cholesterol up there...which is in need of serious jolting. yay! not really looking forward to arts comm meeting though. i live in perpetual fear of reciving the update of popiah at the movies. sigh, it is depressing thinking about it. oh well, shall think about happier stuff and have happy dreams. yay! :)
till next time,
debs who will not eat pizza for a longlong time

Episode twenty five: food, glorious food! :)

2005-07-30T22:15:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Today was the day we've been waiting for, the cookout which was postponed since May. And now, for a preview of the wonderful food we had...
Anyhow, shall recount it. First, we started off with the chopping of onions. Me and M got the dubious honour of doing it and all that tears was cathartic. Seriously lor..so many onions!
And then we had to clear the board of chopped chicken pieces, this was, I believe, one of the grossest parts. The meat was gooeyishly firm and there was blood and fat and skin all on the board. EEEEK. Meanwhile, the spuds rumbled on the stove.
And then the rest is all a mystery to me because I started documenting the whole process. Ok, nice way of saying that I proceeded to slack. muahaha. (Hey, did the dishes in the end ok? take that, mama lemon!) I posed beside the stove to give mummy the impression that I know how to cook non ang-moh food now. muahaha. The spices were amazingly fragrant and everything was just superb. It could have been more lemak and spicier, since B. could even drink it as soup, but..it was still great since it was made with love. *beams*
I realised I tried doing everything except what I initially set out to do, peel potatoes. Oh well, will have many more opportunites at home. The potatoes, at one point in time, look like the statues on Easter Island. haha. I've decided I cannot give any instructions on cooking. Firstly, the potatoes were cut too small *oooops* and secondly, R. wanted us to remove the black thingy on top of the tomato but I was like, aiyoh, for what. Oh well. I guess my retribution was that I didn't get a single potato! At all! Bah, humbug!
We had other fun stuff too. M. brought some japanese sauce salad thing which tasted great..for a person who believes all salads should have feta cheese, this one was exceptional. And so easy too. Only thing which put us to shame was that we humans, with opposable thumbs, couldn't tear romano lettuce faster than a wabbit could. Oh well, we featherless bipeds have to admit our shortcomings sometimes.
K. did a salad too, cucumber and carrots (yum!! me like!!!) with, and get this right, instant natural jellyfish. MAJOR MAJOR WERT!!! Hahahahaahahah! What were the packaging people thinking? That we have brains the size of plankton? hahahaah! But it still tasted fabulous, maybe because I am partial to jelly stuff, but still, there was enough to go around, unlike at chinese wedding dinners where everyone zooms in on it, leaving me, the terrible chopstick-wielder person with the coleslaw. Hah!
F. brought glutinous rice and the mushrooms were great! That was all I ate since I don't really like glutionous rice except in Nonya dumplings. And fungi rocks anyhow. She is quite gifted to be able to cook something like that. Even mummy was impressed when I listed what was cooked.
D. taught us how to make bread and butter pudding. Except, this time, no butter. It is so easy! I can't believe it. She just kinda splosh the milk in, dumped some sugar, an egg (For a while, I seriously thought she went down to Cheers to buy AN EGG) and tore up the bread and plunked it in the oven. And it was good. Not as good as M. mum's one (still the best so far) but yummy enough to satisfy me when everyone was, sigh, eating chocolate.
SIGHSIGHSIGH. There was See's candy (!!!!!!!!!) and J. brought his mum's brownies. GAH! I think next time I shall change my abstinence thing..to like, jackfruit or something. I want chocolateeeeeeeeeeeeeee! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were nice about it, not prolonging the torture by eating directly infront of me. Oh boy, this reminds me of me seeing the bird picking out of the milkwaybar and me thinking, "man, I would give up an arm to be that bird". dang! Ok, never mind, ten more days. I will survive. I can survive. I hope. 75% through already!
The conversation was good, had the usual grumblings of the abomination that is CORS *gets hives upon mention of that word* and also about NS. Why on earth do they have a section called "man"? Testosterone levels higher there?? They can grunt in a lower voice? They can go without bathing for one day? Oh well!
Now, the really terrible thing is that I fell sick. I think its because I've been scuttling around too much the past few days. Oh well! Have this terrible flucoughfeversorethroat hybrid thing and mummy doesn't allow me to go for the Liebe picnic tomorrow. And no matter of grovelling at her feet can change her mind. Sigh. But, the thought of what went on today is enough to sustain me. Muahaha.
Till next time,
debs whose brain is as wobbly as INSTANT NATUAL JELLYFISH!

Episode twenty four: and J makes 9! serendipity!

2005-07-29T23:29:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Oh boy...today was a day where I met nine people by chance. And just nice from all the different schools I've been too save primary school.
Firsty, I was late. Dang, I hatehatehate to say that. :( But I was, because I forgot to wake up early to go zap the survey forms for the computer fair. *oops* So we got paired up and I teamed up with S. It was quite cool because I don't really talk to her much one-on-one and we realised we were both from Student Venture in NJ. Just that I would have never met her due to the difference in the amount of white hair we have.
So we poddled along and got our survey forms filled up, fielded questions about bidding and gave out tracts. And then I saw X. from RV guides *shudder shudder* and NJ too. Well, our cumulative conversation (for all six years) never went beyond fifteen minutes, so..no biggie. But still, cool to see her doing well in *eeeks* bio engin.
Then I saw N., who apparently didn't get the WA thing. But he was cool about it and, as usual, looked cute. Bwahaha. Made the engin module I took such a breeze when you have eye candy. Bwahaha.
Third person I met, L. from ESC because she was buying a lappy. It was quite cool to meet her cuz I finally managed to get her contacts, both msn and hp, which would make followup a breeze. Or so I hope. :)
Then I saw C.'s boyfriend, or, ex-boyfriend as I embarrasingly found out later. We met at her party in Nov and could surprisingly still remember each other. And, as usual, my mouth got me into trouble when I just babbled "so how's C.? have not seen her since february." And he went, well, neither have I. uh-oh. major major uh-oh. And I heard a condensed version. AND LO AND BEHOLD, C. appeared. (I mean, how many people buy lappys from school? Honestly! At the same time!) So yeah, fifth person was C. Tried to become invisible so as to avoid awkard scenes so I just got them to fill in the form and snuck off. Gah...stuff of such complexity is beyond me.
And then I got pissed off. Because I met J., A., and L. (I hope that I got her name right...gave the generic "oh, haven't seen you in so long, how is life?" thing without saying the name. phew.) All three were juniors from NJ.. L. was from Student Venture and used to travel with her to school. Nice girl, still nice. (see, problem with being nice, people don't remember your name! bwahaha) A., was someone I barely knew, and even though she was catholic, nice enough to fill in the form, but was well, a prick. The one who really got me riled up was J. Hello, you're going to the best faculty in school, grow up! Guys your age may mostly be running amok in the pseudo-jungles of Tekong but you are here, and be glad dammit! I know you were my junior from Student Venture AND Council so don't give your church name as "Sai Baba" you nimrod. Get a grip! It is NOT FUNNY! You are renouncing your religion you goondu! You go to a church, you don't worship that person with an afro. URGH. And you think its funny?? I am ashamed of you. Grow up! Thank goodness my council post did not go to you. Otherwise I do not know what would have happened with Sdub. My whole committee would have just lost it. Wear your pants man. Stop toddling around in diapers. *glares*
Ok, now that the diatribe is over...
So I went home and went to Clementi to meet S. Because she was held up in school, I waited for her at the busstop. And guess what? I saw J. with her mummy! So cool! Apparently she's going to do her Masters in English watchamacallit. Unfortunately, her classes are from 6-9pm every night and hence she can't continue with our CG. Oh well, will still see her in school! Yay! And she was from RV guides *shuddershudder* and NJ too. :)
So went with S. to Orchard on this major book tour. And I can't believe that after coming to Singapore for one year (cuz she's from srilanka), she has never been to Orchard Road! Goodness gracious me! Oh well, we all have to start somewhere I guess. So we went to Sunny Bookshop first..and then trotted down to taka where we first went to library@orchard.
And then, I met J.! The ninth person! Hooboy! I've not spoken to him since sec 2!! And then I remember the trick R. and I played on him in chinese remedial. AHAHAHAHA. And all his Ally McBeal commentaries. But, he has sobered down alot. And is coming to uni to do econs, so yay, will see more of him next year I guess. :)
After that S. and I went to Kino and Borders and I was in mini heaven again. I love books. And I love today, apart from the rub-in with the pricks...ohohoh, and there was this girl who actually indicated interest in the survey! Supa cool! Yeehaw! It was also quite embarrasing doing the survey because I was asked a gajillion times "Isn't this the Campus Crusades survey?" Yes it is, we pilfered it. I am sorry we are lazy. haha, but oh well, one person indicating interest is better than none! :)
Yayness! To serendipity and to a fantastic cookout tomorrow!
Till next time,
debs who can't wait to peel potatoes

Episode twenty three: and i'm so happy, so very happy

2005-07-28T00:30:00.000+08:00

HELLO, YOU!
Dr. Lo recieved my vibes! I got it! YAYNESS! *prances around the room* Major YAYNESS! 242424242424242424242424YAYYYYYYYYYYYY! So, now I am on my way to financing my SEP. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Too happy!
And I got preallocated Transport Planning! Like how cool is that? It is a SS module under the science basket. I love USP..for now at least. Yay!!
Oh, plus I got the three geog modules for one pt each, and R is doing all three with me! YAY! And those are the only three exams I have because the USP ones are non examinable. So my exam timetable is 19th Nov, 23rd morn, 23rd evening. And then, I! AM! FREE! So I've got a four day week, with weds off..which means, study two days, rest one day, study two days, weekend! :)
the only sucky thing is the India module which I hope to get. Because it is at 8am on tues and fri. And Mon and Thurs nights I got CF stuffies. AND if my only class ends at 10am on tues,I think I would be highly irregular at sunset and FTs. AND there is a 20pg essay to write. Oh boy. maybe I should take modernism in Lit instead. But ah, I hate those stupid absurdist plays. Pinter and Beckett can bite my dust. I shall just hope there are cute indian guys in class. *beams*
Oh, borrowed "Franny and Zooey" by J.D. Salinger. Initially I was like, J.D. Salinger (cue: furrowed brow)..isn't that the singer? Oh man, how stupid of me to mix him up with the singer k.d Lang. haha. its all in the Dees my dear.... J.D. Salinger was famous for "Catcher in the Rye". oh well.
anyway, there was this funny section and I laughed out on the MRT while reading it. (context: this guy's mum is in the same toilet as him as he shaves his beard and the mum wants to know why doesnt he want to get married) here goes:

I like to ride the trains too much. You never get to sit next to the window any more when you're married.

wahahaa! I shall tell my mummy that next time. haha! plus, i really like train rides. haah! this is a happy happy day! :) And I got really pretty shoes on major discount from URS. ANDANDAND i finally got a nice denim skirt. cheaply too. Oh boy, its a happy day! :)
till next time,
debs who wants to eat cupcakes with frosting, or krispy kreme doughnuts with frosting, or just..PLAIN frosting with sprinkles!!!

Episode twenty two: dinner and lunch

2005-07-23T22:47:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Had CG retreat last night, ok, it wasn't even a retreat for me because I couldn't stay. dang. But it was good! *chipping sound* muahahaah. But they don't like my future daughter's name! How upsetting! Doesn't Ingrid sound good? Bah.
The 2truth1lie thing was hilarious. The worship was good and the sharing was authentic. I like. *beams* I realised most people have the same problem in yr one, the whole this-world-stinks thingy. oh well. Shall strive to be nice next sem, even though I don't really want to? TRY!!! *frowns*
Met J., A., and M. for lunch today at the japanese place at clementi. It was good. Even though circumstances were tough.
YAY! thats us!!! *beams* I love this new photo function. heh. These are the people who went through all that shit with me for one and a half years. Thank God for friends. Shall blog more later....i want to watch Bring It On! :)
My father is driving me insane. Sue me.
Till next time,
debs who has this sudden craving to eat cream corn. wert, indeed!

Episode twenty one: cerebal pats

2005-07-20T15:50:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! I love this whole thing. And nary a sight of pink too!

and a picture from church camp, just for the heck of trying out uploading a picture. I can see my old arts rags being stripped away...the computer phonenix is rising from the ashes. *RAWR* oh wait...*TWEET*
Love,
debs who should have yakult fed intravenously

Episode twenty: MAJOR BIG SHINY GRIN

2005-07-17T23:27:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! *beams*
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I am so happy!!! *bounce bounce bounce* YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! SMILESMILESMILESMILESMILE! It was one of the happiest msg's i've ever received!
Ok, 'nuff happiness. :)
am of two minds now (yes, my brain actually exists). should I go for AnnTIC and then a one week vacation to Thailand (Chiang Mai, Bangkok and the like) ORRRRRRRRRR should I just go Taiwan for two weeks?
Since I've been to Thailand and AnnTIC is only in JB (plus have gone for way too many VCF camps this year)...And going Taiwan entails stopping over at HK! Oh man, this doesnt even seem like a choice at all!
Oh, got a job on 10th sept! woohoo! it is a good day today! Now all I have to do is cross my toes, eyes, fingers, shoelaces and legs that I get the writing centre thingy and then it will be a permanent thingy with some semblance of not leaching of my parents entirely.
till next time,
debs who is so happy its as though she's eaten a rainbow

Episode nineteen: Things I want to do

2005-07-16T23:48:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! This is, as said, a list of things I want to do. Hopefully before my 21st birthday (Only ten more months!) If not, then before I leave uni. Not in order of importance.

Go for a picnic at Botanic Gardens
Learn to knit and crochet
Learn how to ride a bicycle
Go for a real concert
Go for a poetry reading
Learn to cook non ang-moh food
Dance on the boulevard
And to accomplish pt 7, learn how to dance
Go on a road trip. One of the vestiges of uni life aint it?
Backpack! Anywhere! Even Malaysia!
Learn how to play a new musical instrument
Read a book a week
Go carolling
Ride rollercoasters non stop for an hour (as in, try out different ones)
Build a real snowman, not a lamebek one
Experience Mardi Gras
Sneak out of the house in the middle of the night to do something insane. anything insane.
Go for authentic stargazing. Not those "oh guess what, I see the orion belt" kind. C'mon, EVERYONE sees the dang belt!
Go bushwalking
Go to all the famous eateries in Singapore..like Lau Pa Sat, Chompchomp, Satay Club etc
Comb my hair before I go to school and try to wear matching clothes. Will be laughed at no longer...*snooty look*
Do the Bukit Timah - MacRitchie walk thing again. And this time check out the tree walk thingamajig
Take frivolous shots all around Singapore. Hopefully with a wig
Watch free musicals
Overcome my aversion to sports
Go to a free jazz concert
Watch standup comedy
More slumber parties
Go to a fair and actually eat caramel apples
Learn how to start investing
Set up an online store selling crafts
Paint my shoes
Learn how to sew a zipper. Velcro is getting on my nerves. The ZeerauchZeeraaaccck sound it makes sounds like the beetle who kamikazes every night by slamming into my fan
Own a cotton candy machine
Eat Krispy Kreme doughnuts for all meals for two days
Earn some money somehow to finance my SEP
Get into SEP to Uni of Melb
Throw a costume party at an obscure place
Blow bubbles without looking silly. Ok, need a kid for this...
Fly a kite since I've never flown one before

I am really bored at home. Hence the random fun things keep on popping up in my brain and refuse to leave. Why must mummy forbid me from going out. *bangs head against said crevice*
Till next time,
debs who loves chocolate so much she dreamt of it last night

Episode eighteen: fadiman-esque

2005-07-15T17:02:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Being trapped at home for the next few days sounds quite good after all. I've got a mountain, literal-ly *vwahaha* of books to entertain me. and whats more, mummy is churning out wonderful dishes..just had macaroni pie. *whoopieee..goldberg?* and S. is back from the land of redbook waving droids. wooohoo! what luck! :)
anyway, have to share this excerpt from a book. my lunch nearly rocketed out of my nose when i read it. Shall read more serious stuff when eating, to prevent the whole coughing-laughing-sneezing-choking incident from occuring again.

On the train this guy was staring at me, almost in a 'do I know you' kind of way. I ignored it for a while and kept reading, but every time I glanced up he was still looking at me...I was in the mood for sociological interpersonal experiments so the next time I looked up and saw that he was still at it I stared back, expressionlessly and kind of aggressively, and we made eye contact for a few long seconds and then still completely expressionless I slowly stuck one finger in my nose, staring at him the whole time. It worked like a charm...

TOO! FUNNY! I shall try this next time. HAHAHAHAHAAHAH! Gold digger. HAHAAHAH! Oh no, there goes my resolution to at least try to be more feminine. Ah heck. It shall be chucked together with my resolution to buy a comb. Why bother to comb hair anyway? One of those questions I could never really answer.
Back to books. Even "Run with the Horses" which A. loaned me has its quirks. Yes, it is supposed to be on the book of Jeremiah and was written by the guy who taught the guy who spoke at EARC. He was yada-ing on how some people define themselves minimally..and then he wrote "featherless bipeds". I was like, WERT! heehee. The good thing about borrowing books from other people, you pay nothing and enjoy everything. Kinda solves the free lunch conundrum. Plus you get to point and laugh at people who were conned into buying it at LPC.
I've decided to be happy. And tell the lit dept to stuff it. Religious studies here I come. *tarzan yodeling* Oh wait, does tarzan yodel? *tarzan in a milkmaid outfit yodelling*
wopppppeee!
till next time,
debs who wants MORE! PIE! NOW! yodel!

Episode seventeen: GAHGAHGAH

2005-07-13T19:22:00.000+08:00

Hello, *panicked look* you! Oh my goodness, I just realised the fortune of occassionally reading blogs. I just found out that bidding starts next WED!! Insane! No wonder S. and R. have been bugging me to quickly pick my modules. This signals doom in five ways

The holidays are ending.
I can't decide between my USP modules. All sound fantastic!
I can't decide if I should minor
I can't decide between my minors - English Studies or Religious Studies
I need a timetable which facilitates my sleeping habits...and well, vcf stuffies I guess

Points 2,3,4 are related. I know if I want heed the instincts of my heart, I should do a minor in religious studies. And the USP module would be Islam Studies instead of Exploring Modernity. Both don't have exams *smirk* but C. said that the lecturer for IS is gross. The lecturer for Modernity is Dr. M. I thoroughly enjoyed writing class and that is because I enjoy writing. However, I did not really enjoy his lessons. I think we would drive each other nuts once again if we had the same cheenapok face-off. Which brought me endless delight, and him, endless suffering. Hmmm...
The worst thing is, I have insufficient UEs! Dammit! Why must the CBM under USP be counted under UEs?? If I take the English Studies minor, I would have a really tight module arrangement but it would be breathe-able. BUT, if I really did a religious studies module, then I would have to force myself to either 1. Definitely go on SEP so that I can six geog modules and S/U everything *snark* or 2. Take a special sem next june. Both sound good, but option 2 sounds less expensive.
Which brings me to my next problem. If I am super sure that I want to go on MEET, I need a breathable timetable. Coupled with SF on monday nights and CG on thursday nights which strongly suggest a timetable ending at six on both days. Lest, sem 1 repeats itself and I end up ponning CG. And if sunset prayer were to feature in my calendar...gah! No more convenient HY1101. But I know, regardless of my timetable, my heart is still there and I will turn up. Although, waiting ages doesn't sound terribly appealing.
Decisions! Decisions!
And I still hold that all unis in singapore have bidding to prepare us for the IR. They just want a graduate's paycheck to go to those slot machines and hence they prep us eveyr six months for it. Harrumph!
Till next time,
debs who freaked out when the Hello Panda biscuits were OILY!

Episode sixteen: what am I going to do, after graduating?

2005-07-12T23:42:00.000+08:00

Hello, you!

Nothing is worth more than this day.
--------Goethe

INDEED!! I received such great news today! R. msged me that X. received Christ. OH BOY!!! OH BOY!!! OH BOY!!! Such fantasmerrific news!!! Ah! Indeed God works in His perfect timing. I am so happy!!! And I know all the flippyflappy winged guys in heaven are probably having a big happy pie-and-cake party too!!!! *big major shiny grin* YAY YAY YAY!!!!!!! Bounce with me!!!
Had quite an interesting day today. Firstly had brunch with Aunty I. and Aunty B. at Breko. It was quite cool to have a meal with two ladies over the age of 50 at a chillout place. Heh. Plus the pancakes were good. :)
Then went for A.'s commencement and had alot of orange juice, courtesy of UCC. Saw B., L., and I. She looked so cute in her gown, like a little doll. I was about to become another pillar when we were whisked away to moonfish. Ok, that was a major time-space compression, within which I had to honour my words *shameful look* and take an exhilirating ride to milennia. rain never tasted so good. and so did the snails!!! who would have thought those slimy wormy thingies would taste so good when basted with garlic and with mushrooms. mmmm, fungi and slime go well togehter. And the lasagne was touche! All that cheese went straight to the hips, but was worth it. (or so I say now). company was entertaining and food was great. what more could one ask for? ok, maybe some lipo.
Seeing so many silverandgold hoods today really set me thinking. What am I going to do, after graduating? Three out of the four camps (the exception being LPC) all talked about the SAME TOPIC. I mean hullo, what is the likelihood of Bishop Hwa Yung, Bishop Moses Tay and Rev Malcom Whatever emphasising the need for the same thing? Unless of course there has been talk in Christian circles about the need for it, but still, circles are usually denominational-based
and here we have anglicans and methodists. hmmm. *twiddles hair and thumbs*
But it will be a really long and lonely road, one which I think very few people would be willing to go along. It is super exciting! And I know mummy and daddy may be behind me on this. But studying for another approximately seven years does not really bode well. Maybe i should break it up, one and a half, four and a half. Hmmm. Oh well, can only pray. Many things can happen in
the next three years. I really really need to pray about this, since it concerns like, my whole life? Oh well. *small shrug* Life is full of decisions. thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink.
And MEET! gah. so many things to pray for. so much time too. yayness :)
10th Aug is coming. One majorly anticipated event, to abate my guilt concerning piracy. (WOULD YOU STEAL A HANDBAG? WOULD YOU STEAL A CAR? WOULD YOU STEAL A MOVIE? finefinefinefinefine) Going for the Corinne May Concert. WHOPPEE!! But, it is also the day A. goes back home. I am so sad. As in, it has been gnawing on the back of my head. Ok, not back, middle. Oh alright, front. Maybe I should go for a lobotomy and forget it all. But, I can't. No matter how hard I try... *sigh*

One flew east
One flew west
One flew over the cuckoo's nest

Love,
debs who nearly crumbled in candy empire

Episode fifteen: negativity. grumbles

2005-07-11T23:03:00.000+08:00

Hello, you. *sigh* Oh man. I just met A. after the SF review session today. It was totally impromptu, sparked off by an sms, coupled with the good fortune of him being in the vicinity. And now I am so burdened because I cannot tell our mutual friends what he said. And, they will surely more than bitchslap me when they know. Esp. M., I can so imagine the reaction when the news finally leaks out. It is seriously a Catch-22 situation. Such a heavy burden to be only one of three who know. And the only girl to boot. Doesn't he know that girls need to yak to offload some of the burden?? Swearing me to secrecy is like, cutting off my right thumb or something.
I think I am like the worst friend ever. Apart from that, I think the university sucks beyond measure. Come on la, how much more brainless can the admin get? It is staring in your stupid face that he needs help and what do you do, sit there and twiddle your thumbs as you raise my school fees so that you can go shift into a brand new useless building with Spinelis selling a latte for $2? Get real! Speak to the crud on my toe nail. Ok, not that my toe nail has crud, it is nicely manicured thank you. BUT STILL. *seethes*
And it makes me so angry that there is nothing I can do about it. While we contemplated the options over kueh tutu, we realised that either way, if the appeal does not go through, he will be in debt for at least seven years. I know this whole financial issue has been plaguing him since SJI, NJ and now uni, and the situation back home in manila. *sigh* This is one of those things they never ever teach in a classroom. What we study in urban geog, Tondo, uneven development, poverty, UNDP is nothing compared to being the one who is the acutal case study. And having to face difficulties with day to day existence. *sigh* it makes me so angry sometimes that people can be so callous with their money when there are others who are in such need of it and yet have no means of getting/earning it. I used to think the op is like going to be this major devastating issue in my life, and now, this sucks even more. I mean, pain can be tolerated for like 5-10 days, but here we're talking years of debt. And the future of five other people. And the hope his mummy had, in getting all of them out of the slum.
And now, the stupid dean says "No". It feels so terrible to see a situation turn so hopeless and not do anything about it. I am seriously upset. (and hungry too, but more upset than hungry). And there is still that unanswered question. Which lurked behind the shadows again today, but was dutifully ignored. Its amazing how things can drag for so long. The unspoken word does more harm than the spoken. Shall not even think about where the problem originated from. sigh.
Till next time,
debs who does not wish to eat anything after all

Episode fourteen: choke weighty issues

2005-07-11T01:01:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! And more importantly, HELLO TO MY STUPID NEIGHBOUR ON TOP. STOP SMOKING DAMMIT! YOU ARE POLLUTING MY AIR! MY PARAPET IS NOT YOUR FRIGGIN ASHTRAY, YOU REIFIED CHIMNEY! urgh.
ohmyohmy, the new swatch collection rocks my boat. my goodness! so pretty! dang. maybe I should go find a job. But no, have too much stuff to do. Christmas is coming up. *glee*
And I am so upset. My body defies all logic! How is it possible that during the month where I excercised and ate lesser, I PUT ON WEIGHT?!!?!?!?!? WHAT!!!!! Thats it man. I shall just go back to my sedentary state, where a balanced diet is a Mars bar in one hand and a Snickers bar in the other.
This just stinks. The unfairness of it all. Oh well, at least I've gone from goth-white (ok, not that bad) to slightly tan. You know what, I think the central library should modify its flourescent light bulbs to those used in tanning saloons, then all the muggers will be tan, and the more you mug the tanner you become. And the really good thing is, they will all get a higher chances of skin cancer and die faster hence defying the theory of natural selection. And then, since engin students dominate most of the library anyway, it means that sooner or later, arts genes will rule the world in singapore. PURFECT. Artslogic at work again.
Anyhow, dinner was super duper! It was a tad expensive, but the DBS card gave 15% off. Royal plaza @ Scotts Road. Oh boy oh boy! I did the usual, eat salad/smoked salmon (dang, i missed the cheese tray!!!!) and then whacked the dessert. then ate abit of the main course, and whacked the dessert again. haha!
It is such a pity that I am fasting from chocolate because the chocolate stuffies looked delectable! There was even an ENTIRE bowl of chocolate-covered expresso beans. It took up so much energy for me to steer myself from the chocolate pudding. So much so that I expended so much energy trying to focus that I became hungrier and needed to eat more bread pudding with vanilla sauce. *smacks chops* But they still don't beat the standard of M.'s mum's bread and butter pudding. His mum rocks the boat man. I vote to have arts comm. meeting at his house all the time. I don't mind travelling there, the food is too good to resist. Dang, I think I am putting on weight just *thinking* about food!
And the apple thingy was SO good. It was like apple crumble save that there was no pie base (darn, my fav part) and yet the apples were tart (and hence I hope less sugar was used) and it was stewed with cinnamon. Then crumbled biscuits were sprinked on top, together with soaked raisins. In gustatory purgatory right now.
Newsweek is newsworthy this week. I quote from a movie review:

It turns out that Lawerence is an assistant to the chancellor of the Exchequer (something like our Treasury secretary)
---Peyser, Marc. Strange Bedfellows. parenthesis his!!!!!

Can you imagine that!??! he HAD to explain what the Chancellor Exchequer does! This is Newsweek dood! Not like Build-All-Your-Muscles-Except-Your-Brain magazines! It is almost an affront to the reader's brain zingzongs. Considering the location where I usually read Newsweek, this issue nearly literally went down the drain. This article's only redeeming factor was that it actually talks about an interesting movie-tv-thing "The girl in the cafe" (http://www.hbo.com/films/girlinthecafe/). Wonder if it will come to Singapore. If it does, I will sneak my way into uncle Y.'s place to watch and pretend to be really interested in family bonding. it sounds so good!
I have fallen in love. With a watch. (http://store.swatch.com/watch/PMK153A). I really should learn how to link things on this blog thingamajig. Christmas is coming! YAYNESS. But this thing costs USD55, which translates into about SGD100. which means, If I want to give myself a nice christmas present, AND go for AnnTic, AND still eat enough to survive, I would have to get a job.
I hope I get the writing assistant post!! I need/want it so bad!! At least I will be going for the interview soon. Yayness! It will give me a nice inflow of cash to support my travelling expenses.
*sends vibes to dr lo*
till next time,
debs who doesn't feel like eating anything now *smugsmile*

Episode thirteen: Under the banner of Your love I stand

2005-07-10T15:13:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Today's sermon was by Uncle D. Oh boy, I've not him preached since I was primary six! *bounce* And he really improved since coming back from ORU. He deserves a cerebal pat. *does the required action* Anyhow, they sang a song I've not heard for a longlonglonglonglong (you get the point) time. And it is, as usual, so timely.

I can't believe the way Your love has got a hold on me
Each morning I wake to find You near
You lift me above my fears and set my feet on solid ground
All of my days belong to You

And I breathe in Your breath of life that fills my heart
You are my all consuming fire

And I stand here before You, in wide-open wonder
Amazed, at the glory of You
The power of heaven revealing Your purpose in me
As I'm reaching for You
----Raymond Badham (such a funny family name, it is like, grossturkey or ewwlamb)

This really sums up what I feel about FOC.
I didn't know why I was in FOC. I mean, seriously, I knew the exact reason why I went for EARC, church camp etc., but for FOC, it was this inexplicable urge to go. And the fact that I managed to get it postponed to the 14th, and hence get a chance to go for FOC, was a sure sign that I should go.
So I went, and on the last night (major time-space compression) I shared. As in, SHARED, shared. In front of the whole camp, half of whom I've never seen before in my entire life. The only time I did it before was during watchnight service in 2003, and that was because of a promise to God, and yeah, He honoured His side of that agreement too. :) Anyhow, this was like seriously freaky. I mean, it is easy to share with people like M., cuz I see her so often. It is not that bad to share it with CG people since I know all of them, some on a deeper basis too. It is even ok to share during arts comm and sword fighters since in the former, I will have to work with them the whole next AY, and the latter, most of my CG is in SF. Hah.
But still, when M. said that your heart will beat faster and faster, I was like, YAH RIGHT. *pops the bubblegum bubble, coupled with a disinterested angsty teenager look* then A. kept on bugging me to go up, and after D. and he went up, I was like, ok, NOW IS THE TIME. No other time better than the present.
The thing is, I had no idea what I wanted to say. But there was an inexplicable urge to stand up and walk. So I did. And in that small distance to the stage, I sent one of those SOS prayers. "Dear God, let me speak whatever you want me to say, things which would be pertinent to situations faced by the campers. And help me not to freak out. Amen" And then the words flowed. It started off with the background of the reason why I didn't go for FOC last year, and then how through VCF, I started to walk with God. And how it was through the ministry of the seniors in VCF and the CG etc that I have started to accept the reality of being stuck in uni. Ok, not stuck, but yeah. And then the sharing ended with firstly a word of encouragement to the freshmen who did not want to go uni, that God has a special purpose of them being there, that indeed, no one is here by chance. And the second was a call to the seniors to reach out to the freshmen, because we were all there before, and know how sucky it can be, hence we should "pay it forward", by blessing others just as we have been blessed. Simple as that! 'nuff said. :)
My group was amazing! haha! all fears of group dynamics issues went out the window after the station games. And the level of sharing was much deeper than what I expected, and the sincerity was something all our CGs could learn from.
The night scavenger was I.N.S.A.N.E. I will avoid the YIH-Engin staircases for a while, thank you very much. And the poem task! "I love you, Rita/You are my cinta/I will play the guitar/For you, my senorita". haha! The skit was like the highlight man.
Love compels, bad breath repels. TOO FUNNY! haahaha! WATA matter? hahahaha! Tiger balaam. heeheee. Cry me a liebe. hahahahahaha. While presenting the skit was fun, the planning was even better. The fact that we only had one(!) run through and still managed to pull through, is amazing. But I had even more fun when we were thinking of the script. Haha! the way people's minds work once the clock goes past midnight. haha! *big shiny beams*
the food was good too! save for the corn juice. I am like, major WERT?!! corn juice? dude! the portions were huge and the food was delicious. Esp., breakfast. I thought that the LPC breakfast was quite good already, this was was a gastronomic delight. pancakespancakespancakes. all those people who didn't get to eat it are....PANSIES! hahaha! the food was really yummy. the fellowship was even better. :)
all in all, yeah, even though I went to FOC really grudgingly, as usual, once again, God in His love, wanted to teach me a lesson of forgoing my comfort in order to serve Him. And the blessings reaped (apart from the fact that we got second!!! wooohoo!!!) are much more than I could comprehend. Just as the bridges of contact have been made, may we continue to stregthen the foundations. Indeed, with the love of Chirst in us, conforming us to be more and more like Him, the upcoming AY will be good. *positive affirmative smile*
As the FOC theme song ends "May I die to self and live for You, who died and rose again". Indeed, this is the prayer of my heart. :)
till next time,
debs who can't wait to go Cafe Vienna. WOHOOO. *prance bounce giggle*

Episode twelve: if I was a jack-o-lantern, my current fav band would be the Smashing Pumpkins

2005-07-10T01:28:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Oh gah. I can just freak out and die now. Ok, I technically cannot bitch about this because, yes, everything online is for public viewing. BUT STILL. *whines* why must J. post it on his blog where like half the whole stupid virtual world congregates? I DO NOT WISH FOR YOU TO READ THIS. GO AWAY. Like, NOW. *stamps foot*
Now, back to the proper business of blogging without an audience. since I am perfectly capable of living in denial, this should be an easy job.
Anyhow, the camp was an experience. details will have to come tomorrow, when the grey matter has lesser grey areas. But indeed, love compels (bad breath repels). WATA!
I went for a short SF meeting today. Read like 9 chapters of John on the bus in a rabid attempt to get something in so that I could contribute to the discussion. Sigh, going for the meeting really excites me about studying the book of John next sem. And yet, there is MEET on my mind. And...And...And...so many other concerns, which i shall have to save for another day. *small sigh*
After that I went to watch fantastic four, with three other people, and hence we too, were the fantastic four. my goodness, does every show I watch *have* to have a cute guy? light my heart aflame, human torch. muahaha. and reed looked like, as what A. said, benjamin bratt. ok, on hindsight, a cross between benjamin bratt and johnny depp. *cute guy alarm goes berserk*.
sigh, so many things to think about, so little time. And damn, I really want to eat chocolate.
till next time,
debs who is suffering from chocolate withdrawal symtopms...twitching at the mere mention of the revered "c" word

Episode eleven: timing is everything

2005-07-04T23:24:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! *small smile* and while this post was conceptualised with the intent of ranting about inefficency, it shall not be. (sidenote: but still, inefficient. tsk.)
Anyway, today's QT cut straight to the heart. Hebrews 12. On godlessness and the need for regular spiritual gardening. And yes, discipline too.
I think I am going insane. I really really really try to be nice to people, but I can't! It is too tiring. I mean, it gnaws the insides of me when people take ten thousand years to get a simple thing done. But I also know that I need patience with other people and not expect so much.
The song "Heart of Worship" really spoke to me.

When the music fades
All is stripped away
And I simply come

Indeed, *everything* is stripped away in the presence of an almighty God. All grumbling, hubris, rights do not stand in front of you Creator. And all I can do is just present myself, ugly, damaged and incomplete.

Longing just to bring
Something that's of worth
That will bless Your heart

That is indeed my only desire. To do something for a God who has blessed me and loves me so much. And it is an honour to be able to serve such an amazing God, in whatever small capacity I can.

I'll bring you more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You've required
You search much deeper within,
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

As I go for FOC tmr, and for the whole of my life, may I always bear in mind this. that God looks at the heart. Not like man who just look on the outside, but God looks inside. And all the hidden agendas, fears, worries are set before Him. And He knows that I can't do it without Him. And hence He will always be there, helping me each step of the way.
*beams*

Till next time,
debs who still wants to eat chocolate

Episode ten: Do I lead a double life or what?

2005-07-04T02:30:00.000+08:00

hello, world! i chanced upon W.'s blog and boy do I miss him! Even though the skank left us all in the lurch and me severely handicapped while he pranced off to the land of white-dom. It once again highlight this increasingly dichotomised life I lead. Sanitised versus toilet-bowl-which-has-not-been-cleaned-since-the-beginning-of-time dirt. I know which one I should choose. But, the other side is too tempting. (read: goy.)
and the assasins sounds cool. only assasination I do is character. even when we we all met for dinner the other time, it.was.good. I think I miss the old days more.
sidenote: Ballet under the Stars costs $18. now, i just need to think of an excuse to fob the people off from sponging $13 off me to get yet-another-tee. and then I will beg borrow and steal the remaining $5. Shouldn't be too much of a prob. It should be noted that on the tee the word "compelled" is highlighted. the irony is not lost, dear souls. take that.
almost led the cat out of the bag while coming up with word derivations with J. on msn. never again. *squishes the urge to blab it all out*
you say po-tah-to, i say..ah.
shall not continue with what I say. you've got my goat.
till next time,
debs who cant eat anything because she has no more money.

Episode nine: Ok, shoot me now

2005-07-03T23:45:00.000+08:00

Hello, YOU. urgh. Ok, come on, positive smile. It is only four days. YOU WILL SURVIVE. Dammit man, I need chocolate. And I can't eat chocolate. this seriously calls for M.'s naughty drink. Speaking of which, I know, I have lapsed. I told M. I would never ever do it again in uni and I did it, twice. And now I regret. TREMENDOUSLY. And will have to live with the consequences this coming week. Twit.
On the other hand, as I was cutting the stupidly thick corrugated plastic board to do the name tags, (gah, shoot me with those long names), this verse "God loves a cheerful giver" surfaced. I know most people use it with regards to giving offering, but it struck me that this "giving" is also the giving of one's time and effort. And if I am going to be so miserable over the fact that I actually have to play games and the issue of those super-tough name tags, then, where on this earth is the cheerfulness?

The world does not end because you have to perspire and play games.

Today at church we sang this song:

Love unfailing, overtaking my heart
You take me in
Finding peace again, fear is lost in all You are

And I would give the world to tell Your story
Because I know that You've called me, I know that You've called me
I've lost myself for good within Your promise
I won't hide it, I won't hide it

Jesus, I believe in You
And I would go, to the ends of the earth, to the ends of the earth
For You, alone are the Son of God, and all the world will see
You are God
You are God

For the first time, in my whole life, I sang the entire song. Last time, I never sang those words in bold. Because I knew I could not sing them without feeling like a liar, and hence, decided to skip singing them. (yeah, it is those wierdy things i do..it is like self-censorship).
I can now sing this song with full confidence. *beams* Assuredly, I can say that I know God has called me, not to be anything special, but just to be His child and to trust in Him and do His work (and not be so dang stubborn!). I used to think that people whose hearts have no hunger for missions cannot sing about going to the ends of the earth, and I still think so. But, after recent events, EARC contributing no small part, I think I will try MEET. I really want to. But there are other considerations too. Like, what if SF does not have sufficient people? Like, hullo, you actually need to study? This is like the whole NJ dichotomy again. And since God didn't (and never will!) fail me then, why should I lose heart?
Rev. D. asked this a question which cut right through all that jaded layers around my heart. If you were charged in court for being a Christian, would there be sufficient evidence to convict you? I honestly do not know. I hope one day I can say a resounding Yes.
There are so many things I know I can do during the time spent at FOC. I can finally finally get down to completing that pretty Precious Moments cross stitch, I can sew the circle skirt, I can finish packing my room, I can catch up with C. and S. since C. is going back soon, I can go swimming, I can read all my lovely books, I can hang our with Y. and S. since we were supposed to do that ten thousand years ago.
With such a wide variety of things to do, why even bother going for FOC? Well (and this is where the whole psycho-yourself thingamajig kicks in) because:

There are freshmen who need to be loved. Seriously! Sem 1 was such an awful pain to go through that I do not wish it even upon my worst enemies. May they feel loved.
We all need to set our direction right before the Academic Year begins. When God is in the forefront, everything will be aligned nicely. Time and time again, this has been proven true. And I don't want anyone to miss out on that. There is no use gaining the whole world, or in this case, doing alot of personal fun things, but losing focus of God.
To serve God in whatever small way. Because it is really, as much as I hate to admit it sometimes, a privelege to serve God. And if the situation presents itself to give back to God out of the abundance He has blessed me with through VCF, how can anyone ever say no?
To pass on the fervour from EARC. Ok, highly unscrupulous but yeah. heh. easiest way to infect people with the need of social involvement is when they are most vulnerable, i.e., at a camp. *muahaha* (oh and to sell popiah tickets too!!!)

Oh well. *shurgs* Cheerful giver! *smile* I know everything happens for a reason. And I can't wait to encounter God on an even deeper level at the camp. I know something good is going to happen, something good is in store, cuz we're (or we'll be) togehter again, just praising the Lord. Man, I love that song! God is slowly stripping the rags away. I just know it. *beams*

Till next time,
debs who REALLY wants to eat chocolate. argh!

Episode eight: Quiz time!

2005-07-03T17:22:00.000+08:00

Hello, you! Since I am bored on this sunday afternoon and I am putting off calling the FOC people till as late as possible, I shall do this quiz, written by J., found on S.'s blog and her reply to the last question was "1. no one. 2. no one. 3.ok, debs la"
before that. esoteric..how on earth do I pronounce this word? It is on the same status as the other S.'s "bvlgari". wert. any how...

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Deborah Lee Pei Yun. And no, for the umpteenth time, IT DOES NOT MEAN AIRHEAD. dammit. *insulted growl*
2. Debs (friends) / Debbie (parents)
3. Princess Debs. *royal wave*

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My eyes. Since they are the windows to my soul..or whatever is trying to masquerade as my soul
2. My fingers. Because they are the only part of me which is slim
3. My smile. Because the Darlie man rocks my boat.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Blubber, everywhere. I can be a national treasure if the oil prices continue spiking
2. My feet and palms! They are HUGE! If I were a guy, I would *snark* want big feet, but, unfortunately, for females there is no positive correlation between limb size and sex appeal.
3. My height. I want to be taller, although biologically impossible since my mum is 145 and my dad is 168. I always *knew* in Nursery when they casted me as Dopey, I *would* be short (and in permanent need of caffine, no doubt). dangderoo.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Chinese mostly, apart from diet and fluency in lang and literacy. Ok, I am a banana. so sue me. halve me and put me in a sundae for all I care.
2. Peranakan, sorta. assam and gula melaka flows in my blood man.
3. Hokkien. But, urm, yeah, I only know the food greetings, food names and how to tell the time. Can't help it la, my grandma uses me as the TV schedule so i *have* to know.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Losing my religion
2. Losing my family
3. Animals and insects

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Love, from God and others
2. Caffine. Of which the most common sources are Tea, Chocolate and Coffee. See, the TCC. How apt. *smug smile*
3. Sleep, be it day dreaming or the actual thing

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE WORDS:
1. Indeed
2. Yayness
3. Wert

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. River Valley Tee - the abomination in my wardrobe
2. NJ's FBTs..yes, the chili red comfy ones
3. A silly grin, just because. :)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Anne Murray. All thanks to my parents..I think I have her whole collection, even the carols
2. Sinatra. Now come on, he is one smooth operator. doobeedoobeedooooo
3. Anything Broadway!

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. Could I have this dance - Anne Murray
2. You needed me - Anne Murray
3. White Christmas - Anne Murray (yes, we all sense a pattern here)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love
2. Trust
3. Humour

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. I can eat cereal for all meals for two whole weeks and not get sick of it.
2. I will send my children to River Valley next time.
3. Normal people bore me.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. A nice smile.
2. Glasses on a guy who usually wears contacts. Ok, I looped this one from J.'s list, but yeah, I can't agree more!
3. Nice hands and lips. *snarks*

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Crafting
2. Reading
3. Talking

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Go for Ballet Under the Stars. Dang, if I don't go for FOC I can buy the ticket. *contemplative look*
2. Eat Chocolate, dammit!
3. Pull out of FOC. Ok, I am *such* a bitch. :(

THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:
1. Teaching (strangled look)
2. Academia (major big grin)
3. Astronaut. Yes, I was a foolish kindergarten-er

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Europe
2. Dubai
3. Disney World!

THREE KID’S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Alison
2. Ingrid. Such a prudish name. The joy!
3. Angelica

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Get married. *muahaha*
2. See my friends get saved! *sigh*
3. Backpack on every continent for at least two months

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. I walk and eat and talk fast. My whole lifestyle is basically boy.
2. My handwriting is beyond redemption.
3. I don't cover my mouth when I laugh. Ok, while that should come under the category of "three ways you are stereotypically NOT A GIRL", i shall assume "boy" and "not a girl" are samasama

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. I like pink. 'nuff said! :)
2. I wear skirts, so much cooler than jeans!
3. I like cute guys and have recently re-installed my cute guy radar/attennae/thingy

THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Liam Nesson! Sexiness oozing from every pore, even imaginary brain pores
2. Pierce Brosnan! *googoo eyes* muahaha
3. Brad Pitt! hunkydory!

THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. S.
2. nada
3. nilch

and, in the spirit of numerology, THREE cheers! haha!
till next time,
debs who thinks the queen of pies' (mummy!) shepherd's pie calls for an early dinner. sharpening my teeth for savage attack on the steaming pie. *glint*

The Caffeine Junkie and her Escapades

Episode 105: moving house

Episode 104: lawless

Episode 104: lawless

Episode 103: of cycles and men

Episode 102: five things i learnt in school today

Episode 101: randomness

Episode 100: Goodbye and thanks for all the fish

Episode ninety nine: *mppbk*

Episode ninety eight: white teeth

Episode ninety seven: the mechanical contrivium

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Princessdeborah!

Episode ninety six: exploding raisins and WANTON delight

Episode ninety five: the slope

Episode ninety four: i'm a chick hear me pok

Episode ninety three: puuu pees

Episode ninety two: family and friends :)

Episode ninety one: of lessons learnt and un-learnt

Episode ninety: the clock strikes eleven

Episode eighty nine: MEETings

Episode eighty eight: i'm it!

Episode eighty seven: tracing his hand

Episode eighty six: kiss me, it's snowing

Episode eighty five: per-gapore

Episode eighty four: record time!

Episode Eighty three: you know you are mad when...

Episode Eighty two: gaydars and other library sightings

Episode eighty one: my Daddy(s)

Episode eighty: the GG club

Episode seventy nine: stars

Episode seventy eight: sorry

Episode Seventy seven: atishoo atishoo I fall down

Episode seventy six: meatymeet

Episode seventy six: postmodernism

Episode seventy five: the usefulness of pencils

Episode Seventy four: bruised limp-writsted randomness

Episode Seventy three: wheelings and dealings of geekdom

Episode seventy two: insanity

Episode Seventy One: its a cranium day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!

Episode seventy: happiehappie mexican popiah

Episode sixty nine: i really should be studying

Episode sixty eight: making lemonade

Episode sixty seven: resttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Episode sixty six: martha stewart's musings

Episode sixty five: space love and bullfighting

Episode sixty four: no

Episode sixty three: i am a zone centroid. zorkzorkzork

Episode sixty two: tom YUM

Episode 61: death by flossing

Episode sixty: the things i do to procrastinate

Episode fifty nine: Jaywalking

Episode fifty eight: sawadee sawadee di da di! :)

Episode fifty seven: rest

Episode fifty six: limp-wristed elders and a MEETing

Episode fifty five: un deux trois (???)

Episode fifty four: running on empty

Episode fifty three: mary, martha, mamamia!

Episode fifty two: And piglet makes three

Episode fifty one: Mum's the word, Dad's the man

Episode 50: of fear and pain

Episode forty nine: bread, squid, TOWERING TEMPTATIONS and coffee

Episode forty eight: inertia no more

Episode forty seven: *beams*

Episode forty six: here egos again..Freud is finished

Episode forty five: and so it all begins...

Episode forty four: Peekneek!

Episode forty three: sugar and stones may break my bones, but soap can never harm me

Episode forty two: of lessons learnt

Episode forty one: Stupidity..utmost in brain scum

Episode forty: food, glorious glorious food

Episode thirty nine: teeheehee

Episode thirty eight: it all falls into place

Episode thirty seven: CORS - Cantankerous Orifice Reeks Scatologically

Episode thirty six: i'm a swashbuckling lightsabre warrior *zingzingzing*

Episode thirty five: eeeks

Episode thrity four: niggling feeling

Episode thrity three: Lose control

Episode thrity two: THAT'S IT!

Episode thirty one: who I am

Episode thirty: serious studious sophomore

Episode ninety nine: mppbk

Episode forty seven: beams

Episode thirty six: i'm a swashbuckling lightsabre warrior zingzingzing

Episode twenty one: cerebal pats

Episode fifteen: negativity. grumbles

Episode fourteen: choke weighty issues