The White Tree

2009-03-31T01:52:00.003+08:00

In A Little While- U2

In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while... I'll be there
In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love
...

Slow down my beating heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of light
Turn it on, turn it on, you turn me on

~

not really suffering from post-production blues. i guess cause it was only a month of production... i do miss hcap though. hmmm. i wish i had more time... and lizzy, im feeling the need for a new blog layout.

~

waiting for answers, trying not to fumble in the meantime.

2009-02-25T03:30:00.003+08:00

written last december, dont know why its coming out now.

souvenirs of a traveller

You lived your life on the road
A little lost
A little rough
Around the edges from having to
Adjust to the bends and curves
Of an uneven way
And its been awhile
Since the last stop
Since the last cup of coffee with
Someone familiar

You take your meals
In roadside inns
Of comfortandcleanliness
And meet all sorts of people
Showing your charming side
Your backpack of tricks and jokes
Keep them amused
You exchange numbers on small pieces of paper
That are lost among bunches of keys
And the flotsam souvenirs of a traveller

But you’ve been an adventurer
And the city lights welcome you
Like an old friend
The roads are a refuge
For they always carry
The promise of movement

The day is dawning on
Another landscape
And the cold sunlight
Is leaving little room
For mysticism or hope
It shows how far you’ve come
And how much further
Is the drive
Back home.

~

take courage. its not always going to be this uncertain. laugh a little. its life innit?
~

dont wait for the world to change as john mayer said, so beautifully. change it.

including my first haiku!

2009-01-31T16:54:00.005+08:00

Watch Slumdog Millionaire- in case i havent already told you- because the oscar hype is not unwarranted. You'll understand it's life. And read "The White Tiger" by Aravind Adiga- you'll know it north to south. And then read God of Small Things- and you'll see its heart. And then read Inheritance of Loss- and you'll fall asleep. hahah. and to wake you up, watch a bollywood song, because contrary to the damnated popular opinion its not all bout dancing round coconut trees. we only have masses of coconut trees near beaches (like every other tropical country). and we're actually 3/4th land-locked, so there. and where is this surge of patriotism coming from you ask? well, a belated desire to learn the language again. and also because i watched the aforementioned movie that is soon coming out!

anyhoo- i've been wondering, what would be one thing you'd take out of your house if it was burning? and though i've always thought of the textbook answer, that i'd take out my bible, well i actually dont know. now that i have a bible on my ipod- i might upgrade the ipod to number one. heheh.

~

Not ahead of time

And dont think you,

Are in control

Because I still

Shuffle about

Looking at my feet

I am not avoiding

The sunlight

I am just careful

Of where I step

~

Haiku- Outside the Beautiful Gate

Starry eyed are they?

Blinded; I say not one will

Look me in the eye

~

To act, to write and to sit at the feet of the King. Thats all I want right now.

2009-01-19T19:49:00.002+08:00

Sarah McLachlan- "World on Fire"

if only there were more singers like this. or merely more people like this. the gaza conflict has gotten worse. and after watching "The Changeling" i am again reminded of how screwed up our world can be. and how easy it is for minorities to be forgotten, swept under rather large fluffy carpets that sustain our superiority and hide our dirt. hmmm. time to take some action people!

2009-01-13T00:42:00.002+08:00

Consuming Fire (because i got bored. and i never do these things anymore. yay.)

ITUNES HAS THE ANSWER
1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
"Running Away" - Midnight Hour ( ummm. rights.)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"Run to You"- Bryan Adams (hmm. running theme going here.)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"So Real" - Jeff Buckley (sweet)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"No Other Way" -Jack Johnson (sorta apt?!?)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"This is where cliches go to die" - The Bright Light Motion (HAHA)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Kiwi" - Maroon 5 (maybe this means random or weird. umm yeah, i think it just means the fruit)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
"Kite" - U2 (hmmm. but i do love the song)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"The Best Thing" - Reliant K (tis true, i do think about myself very often. *oooh snap* haha)

WHAT IS 2+2?
"Holiday" - Boys Like Girls (yeahh, maths does = holiday)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
"King of Glory" - Third Day (he is a king =) )

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Concrete Girl" - Switchfoot (oh THAT is saddd)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"Bright Idea" - Orson (hahaha makes my life seem such an accident innit?)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"Never Take Friendship Personal" - Anberlin (OHkay)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Control Freak" - Copeland (again- LOL)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"Am I ever gonna find out?" - Lifehouse (ahhh. this is unfortunately but probably true)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Dance Hall Drug" - Boys Like Girls (now is when i wish i had more dancey tunes on my ipod.)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"Love it Leads Me" - Parachute Band (yeah, i would like that actually)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Morning Glory" - Oasis (no comment)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"Flake" - Jack Johnson (singers and their abstract song names. tsk tsk tsk. hahah)

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
"Bottle Pop" - PCD (maaaaaaybe. haha)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
"In Me" - Casting Crowns (i sure hope i aint in nobody else... like a shark or summat.)

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
"The Middle" - Jimmy Eat World (of a sandwhich, of the world, of a sentence... )

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
"Stand Up" - Melee (yeah, everytime. !?!?)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
"The Setting Sun" - Switchfoot (well sunset is a very emo-ing time. not my fault!)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
"Living Next Door to Alice" -Dr. Hook (aaaahhhh!!!!!)

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
"Wonderwall" - Ryan Adams (indeed)

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
"Im Trying To Make You Sing" - David Crowder Band (thats a pretty clear one. lol)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
"Clarity" - John Mayer (ooooh. snap. good one. haha)

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
"Delicate" - Damien Rice (infinite possibilities eh.)

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
"Consuming Fire" - Third Day (oooh yeah.)

People to do this: Anyone who sees this and would bother? Cheers =)

magical

2008-12-20T18:32:00.002+08:00

okay, i stand corrected. Jonathan Strange & Mr.Norrell is nothing like a good ol' magicky book. but it is awesome. its one of those books that the first part is a little slow-going but once you get in, your in. and towards the end i didnt want it to end, because the idea of magic being revived in England was just too exciting to turn the last page and leave that world. but i did and it was good while it lasted. hmmm. im so glad im getting to read like i used to. back to familiar ol' wodehouse for awhile now. and he never gets old. (arent italics just delicious!?!)

i wish someone would pay me to read. now that would be a job description i'd like. speaking of job descriptions, i've been thinking how vague they are. like when someone says im a manager or a teacher, its pretty clear what they're doing but what does being a consultant mean? or like being a nautical engineer (okay, i just made that up- but you know what i mean). ah well.

anyway im glad this year is ending... finally. and im excited about next year. i know you have something special for me this year Lord. i hope it starts with a non-screwy sleep pattern. not that i havent been getting masses of sleep these hols as im determined on paying my sleep debt many times over. heheh.

peppermint mocha is love =))

2008-12-10T06:38:00.007+08:00

i am sorry. for the careless words that always seem to slip out and are unfortunately and very often inaccurate. yeah, if i could just learn to shut up sometimes i'd save myself a lot of regret i guess. hmmm.

~

in other news, the usa is beeeeg. the roads, the land, the cars, the food and last but certainly not least, the people. however its refreshing to see hills and trees and a lack of skyscrapers for miles around. cause LA is pretty much rolling, flat city (except for like 10 skyscrapers at the CBD) surrounded by sea and hills. i love the weather- cool and sunny during the day and cold at nights =))

we noticed that the walk sign at the traffic lights here are white men walking, rather than the usual green man. first time my mum sees em, she goes- "dont walk, wait for the white man". haha. which of course led to things like "hey its the white man!" or my dad's "you cant walk here unless the white man says so", etc etc. lol.

~

i finished reading "The White Tiger" by Adiga and "The Kite Runner" by Hosseini over the past 3 days. its LOVELY to read like this again. and both books were wonderful. the latter because its so sad and straightforward and sweet. and the former because its such a funny yet tragic satire of india. i love it! am now reading the highly recommended "Jonathan Strange & Mr.Norrell", gosh its good to read a nice ol' magicky book. not that its very old la. haha.

[if music helps me survive school, books take me through the hols]
speaking of the power of words, or rather as i have spoken about; it i've been thinking bout how little power i have over it. shakespeare really understood the wonders of his "art" eh. hmmm.

~

Studying: PM- AM

If the wind at night-time told stories
It would be of journeys
Of where it came from and where it was going
And of journeys left undone, unsung
But tonight it is held hostage, fifteen floors up
Stuck in a groove of longing

I remember its younger playfulness
Turning up skirts,
Undoing coifed, crisp arrangements
Revealing secrets and tensions
That are best left
Untouched
By immature hands

But now it has travelled and gained weight
Soaked up the wisdom of the clouds
And learnt the ways of the sun
(strong and sweet at a
single point in the sky)
It has mastered
movement

It is teaching me that
Moving forward does not
Always mean forgetting what
Let the sails loose
That having a past
Can give substance and strength
To future rains

But midnight past, it is anxious
It knows that I resist
Learning,
late at night
And I can only move
Slowly,
to the next room

Now it is leaving
With stories that must not be silenced
Now it is unwilling to tell all
To a child

But the rain has just let it loose
The tropics are awake
It is morning

And I have closed the window.
~

something towards the end is all wrong. hmmm.

i wandered lonely
as a cloud
lost in summer's drought
~

2008-11-22T14:36:00.005+08:00

some quotable quotes that i cant seem to forget. or rather, must put up for posterity (or as long as the internet survives). im sure there's more, but cant remember them.
andrea's vehement "i will touch all the boys... just for fun"
or perhaps sakina's "i can have fun with anyone" are choice selections.
actually wait, earlier sakina did say that "if i chased guys, i would get them all okay?".
i mean- hold on girls, slow down, and... choose your euphemisms carefully ;)
i think what made me really sit up though was soefie's "okay fine, i was wrong." for of course it demanded that we all check our hearing and pinch ourselves to check if we heard right. but yeah, all this aside- my point is- studying has been quite an enjoyable experience thanks to my lovelies at fass.

we also came up with some excuses not to study, because boy! have we had time to think about this. haha.
1) its against my religion... dont ask.
2) im on this special diet thing- yeah, adverse reaction and all that.
3) my mother will whip me if i study
4) where i come from, studying before noon is taboo. pretty much end up a social outcast
5) its friday
6) i just ate. must sleep.
7) i must sleep now
8) damn t roy's notes. damn. (just popped into my head. haha)
and the list goes on... you get the idea. thanks m'lovelies =)

on another note, im finding alot of this studying thing pretty futile. all over again. damn. help me remember Lord, that you are the only one i need/must rely on/will eventually satisfy. thankyou. and thankyou that i've survived this semester with relatively few disappointing experiences. i had higher hopes and at the same time, no hopes at all for somethings. but thanks anyway... especially for the fact that christmas is coming. OH YEAH!!!!!

and on another note- chinua achebe's Things Fall Apart is a wonderful book. i love the fact that postcolonial, postmodern literary trends are all pointing towards cultures that are rich and deep and immensely exciting. and thats why we get indian writers like adiga winning booker prizes. yay... there's something immensely patriotic about me that i dont really get. haha.

and on another note (because i can have many many notes in noteworld) it is disappointing when you let yourself down. or when you let others down. but sometimes more so when you realise there was nothing to let down. or no one to let down, they didnt expect anything anyway. though thats sorta the same as letting yourself down... so i never want to mean nothing. to do nothing. to be left on a fence thats rickety and old and supported by other fencemakers and fence-sitters. because there is a reason why things are as they are. and if its not written about then something will burst. maybe explode even. and nothing will be remembered at the end. except the ashes, the dust, a faded memory of what it could have been.

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Twelfth Night, Act 1.1.1-3

2008-11-06T02:50:00.003+08:00

CHANGE YOU CAN BELIEVE IN (and you better believe it baby!!)

because we all need our heroes.

because we all want to believe things can change.

and more importantly its because we all need hope. for to lose that, we lose so much more of ourselves than we realise. we lose our ability to see past the heaviness of nights, past the memories of old age, past the weariness of sickness, past the disappointment of friends forgotten or family far away, past failed efforts and forgotten dreams.

and im thankful Lord that in you, that will never be taken away.

yes, there is something awe-inspiring about this election. and whats going to come next seems exciting... and im not talking bout the )^#$@* exams coming up... but there's also something frightening about it, the idea that things might not change. but that aside, tonight i will not be unhappy even though i have about an hour left and a good thousand words to conjure up concerning leadership (apt eh?) and virtue.

ah well, im still thankful for each day here, as mundane as it sometimes seems... its all about livin with a lil' joy =)

so what?

2008-10-20T00:47:00.005+08:00

because timing is everything i'll be... random

-"X is bullshit. Utter crap. The real deal is Y, Im telling you"
-"so why do you still do X ?"
-" Because I can. HURHUR."

What a rubbish reason for doing anything. Or at least it is rubbish as the sole reason for doing anything worthwhile. Such as X. Nevermind I didnt meant to talk about X and Y. That was just a random conversation that came to mind. (And i put it up because i can. yeah, whatever.)

because Christian Louboutin is genius. and i realise, im really late in realising this.

Half-moon, half-hearted

You are only half a moon,
playing hide and seek between the clouds
no longer flirtatious,
you are an enigma
that has receded into the depths from which
i found you.
You are a friend, taken out of context
seeking dreams away from me
spiralling the story out of control
until the cloud gets its away
and you ride the sun into a place
that I am lost to.
You are a family,
singing songs and telling stories
meant for my bedtime,
but I had already
fallen asleep, dreaming.

You are gone
taking the sequel
too far away
taking it
to the next morning

~

-"songs keep me sane"
- "yeah. too true." *in my mind- i guess you havent listened to any songs recently eh? snap!

... and then, damn- thats not funny* lol.

Five Minutes to Midnight by Boys Like Girls
Blonde on Blonde by Nada Surf

coffee

2008-10-18T02:12:00.002+08:00

songs of the moment. not defined by anything other than a sudden, pleasant surplus in my music collection.

Coffee- Copeland

A Day Late- Anberlin

Lucky- Jason Mraz ft Colbie Caillat

and one last one- Jack Johnson's Constellations

---

If it's not too late for coffee

I'll be at your place in ten

We'll hit that all night diner

And then we'll see

---

sometimes, its best to go back to where we started. never forget where you came from and all that. and other times- its best to just fly away.

but at all times- never forget.

"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."

- Psalms 143:8.

if...

2008-10-14T00:33:00.007+08:00

if obama doesnt win, i wonder what it'll be like. strange? hopeless? how will the world take it? move on after the storm that the media has kicked up recedes? that'll be interesting to watch. or even more scary, what if mccain wins and something happens so he's out of office during term and then palin takes over? WHOA.

if there was no such thing as poverty, what would have had to change?
...the economy- so that everyone had enough/more? the political system- so there was no such definition of poverty? society- so that everyone would care enough to provide enough?
or something more?

if humans could fly- would we really lose sight of the ground? would the sky lose its notion of freedom because we would take our burdens there (as a poet once said)? would we really want to fly as much?

if no one had any ideals- would anything change about the world? cause no one would have any ideal to work towards? or would it mean that there would be no concpet of change or rather progress because nothing can be better than another- because there isnt a notion of range of "better" and "best"? or is that flawed logic? because people can still judge the difference between something good and bad without needing to know what the best is? yes, perhaps thats how things work. (but then is that not an incomplete range of judgments?)

if we didnt have postcolonialism and postmodernism- which writers would be winning the booker and pullitzer prizes?

if man WAS an island, could we be happy islands? =)

someday we'll have to stop speculating. then we'll have to deal with the answers.

~

Running

I am letting my legs do the talking,
conferring long-distance with the earth,
supplicating again for stillness. The iambic
crunch of my shoes on gravel chews up one mile, two,
slowly reaching the state of milelessness, breath
threading a mantra of wordless pants, spirit
easing into gear, carrying body into darkness
into light, the chant of feet renewing faith
in the earth, in the invisible end which recedes,
the pacer pushing us into infinity

still the red light begins to flash
and reminds of mortal limits. You stop,
emptied, the spirit ahead somewhere,
still running.

- Boey Kim Cheng (from "After the Fire" 2006)

forgetting

2008-09-21T15:20:00.003+08:00

its terrible when we dont keep our word, terrible and pitiful. and in some ways its inevitable i guess... but not always. surely there are times when its inexcusable that people dont keep their word. when it costs people their lives, like the global food crisis, then we cannot turn a blind eye to unkept promises.

the UN has done so much, and so little. thankfully this is not about critiquing them (a-level history is over!) but about finding new solutions. people are dying from the lack of our most basic need- food and water. there's a petition thats being sent to the UN to do something about it. im somewhat skeptical about how much such organisations like ONE and Avaaz are doing, and yet i know that from where i am right now, not much else can be done about that particular situation... still, there's something for me here, now; something has to be done.

the news these days makes me feel like its the middle of the end. like when gandalf says that the battle for helms deep is won, the war for middle-earth has begun. yes, everything goes back to LOTR =)

is silence an easy tune
or does the wind
carry silence
to your doorstep?

- its time to leave-

2008-09-18T21:27:00.003+08:00

some stuff that i've been meaning to put up, but never bothered to. its funny how sometimes you read things or you see places and all sorts of words and songs and wonderful things come to mind, or you have a dream that could be written out- page after page, but when it comes to it- there's nothing. its like a palimpsest of the things that could have been.

Prodigal- by Casting Crowns
(i just listened to this song once, and its so powerful, wow. thanks Lord.)

Daddy, here I am again
Will You take me back tonight...
I drag Your name back through the mud
That You first found me in
Not worthy to be called Your son
Is this to be my end...
Here I am again

and some songs that i've recently found lovely.

Damien Rice- Delicate
Anberlin- A Day Late
Jason Mraz Ft Colbie Caillat- Lucky
John Mayer- Why Georgia

and here's the old stuff.

An African Elegy

We are the miracles that God made
To taste the bitter fruit of Time.
We are precious.
And one day our suffering
Will turn into the wonders of the earth.

There are things that burn me now
Which turn golden when I am happy.
Do you see the mystery of our pain?
That we bear the poverty
And are able to sing and dream sweet things.

And that we never curse the air when it is warm
Or the fruit when it tastes so good
Or the lights that bounce gently on the waters?
We bless the things even in our pain.
We bless them in silence.

That is why our music is so sweet.
It makes the air remember.
There are secret miracles at work
That only Time will bring forth.
I too have heard the dead singing.

And they tell me that
This life is good
They tell me to live it gently
With fire, and always with hope.
There is wonder here

And there is surprise
In everything the unseen moves.
The ocean is full of songs.
The sky is not an enemy.
Destiny is our friend.

February 1990
- Ben Okri
(http://www.cdra.org.za/creativity/Poems%20from%20An%20African%20Elegy.htm#Cross)

Lovesong
http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/ted-hughes/lovesong/
- Ted Hughes

From Aspects Of Love

Love?
We should smother it
And push it up the chimney-
He said, half meaning it.
We know now what he intended
For finding love at their door
On a cold night, people-
if they are wise-
Will push it up the chimny into the smoke before
It wails at them with such clenched desire
As will bring into the quiet house
The significant ecstatic loss.

-Ruth Miller
(http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Olympus/2601/miller.html)

the godfather

2008-07-12T21:09:00.003+08:00

"I'm gonna make him an offer he cant refuse"
- The Godfather

A story of guts, glory and family above all. Watch it.

to poet

2008-07-10T01:10:00.010+08:00

to poet(s)

you breathe life into words.
i come to see
effortless concoctions
of syntax and sound,
i come to know
my own humanity,
rhythm and rhyme
they all bow down to your pen
and then
they dance
loudly, violently or softly, sweetly
they dance
to your chimera, your fantasy

now my heart
beats

faster
at the

mention
of

poetry.

we never change do we?

2008-06-25T00:07:00.003+08:00

This year has been transitionary- a good six months promoting change and every other wonderful notion that signifies a difference between the past and what is to be the future.
and yet i cannot appreciate it because something inside of me is changing and i cannot understand it. and though it may sound like im pregnant (or perhaps merely adolescent) it is not that...hmmm. but actually pregnancy may serve as an appropriate analogy.
its like something inside is growing- it holds both a hope and fear, both desire and uncertainty and i cannot exactly identify it. (i think this is where the analogy fails me for in pregnancy you hope to be certain that it is a human child growing inside of you.)
perhaps it is just that i am going to university- but thinking of uni barely crosses my mind. i was much more consumed with it a year ago than i am now, standing on its very threshold.
its a captivating and mildly frustrating thought: that there is something anew that is beyond me and yet both within and without me.

maybe i just want to do things that have purpose beyond this lifetime.

maybe i just want to join something like Amnesty International for the next 5 years.

maybe i just want to volunteer myself in a theatre company.

maybe i just want to sleep and eat and listen to music.

maybe i want to learn the piano again.

maybe i just want to run all the way to the nearest beach and watch the stars.

maybe... maybe i just want to do things that have purpose beyond this lifetime.

a couple of thoughts

2008-04-24T14:55:00.006+08:00

cross over the line, jump the gap

i do not think i want to.

are you afraid of what you will see?

no, i am afraid of what i can be.

---

"Here I am

Lost in the light of the moon

That comes through your window

Bathed in blue

The walls of my memory

Divides the thorns from the roses

Its you and the roses

Touch me and I will follow

In your afterglow"

Afterglow by Inxs (i suddenly saw this song on mtv. one of the few times mtv played good music. wait, its one of the few times that mtv even played music. anyway the singer is hot. yay... yes its nice to know that they do their job for 3 minutes out of 24 hours.)

---

wake up and see the stars

immutable light,

point of hope for many

and the disdain of the heavens

youtube

2008-03-31T21:41:00.003+08:00

been on youtube alot lately. and i've decided that its time to spread the love. or not. muahaha.

some of the most painful videos i've seen recently
1) Paula Abdul's single: Dance Like There's No Tomorrow
2) Sherlyn Chopra (she makes me think of rihanna even though she's singing a britney song): Outrageous
3) MDA Upper Management Rap (okay this wasnt soo recent, but it came to mind)

some great videos i've seen lately
1) From Juno: Anyone else but you
2) Catherine Tate: David Tennant Special
3) From The Piano: The Sacrifice by Michael Nyman

nights =)

tibet

2008-03-27T00:12:00.006+08:00

Somehow, knowing that the Tibetan riots aren't achieving anything is unsettling. Dont know why, but its leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe because it reminds me of that nationalistic story I heard of when I was nine; of Gandhi's salt sathyagraha- of how it was a peaceful strike, and of how all he wanted was for people to sit up and listen... and leave.
And its the same in Tibet, its just that its alot easier to listen now than to do anything about it, becuase its China we're talking about. And thats a depressing thought: that maybe the economic motive is the greatest of all.

The death toll remains uncertain. The government says 16 people, mostly civilians, have been killed by rioters. Tibetan exile groups say more than 80 Tibetans have been shot or beaten to death by paramilitary police. Neither side has provided evidence, though the Free Tibet campaign has distributed photographs of what it claims are some of the dead. None of the claims has been independently verified.

Lhasa is now patrolled by thousands of armed police. "This is effectively martial law," said James Miles, a correspondent with the Economist who has been in the city for the past week. "Although the government says there are no troops here, I bet my bottom dollar that is what they are. Some are in military vehicles with the licence plates obscured or taken off ... There are thousands of them. They're absolutely everywhere. It is reminiscent of the level of security in the aftermath of Tiananmen in 1989."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/mar/19/tibet.china

Hmmm. Well at least there's some way to feel useful. A global petition supporting a dialogue session between the Dalai Lama and President Hu Jintao. Sign it. =)

boats

2008-03-10T21:33:00.001+08:00

BOATS

You and your photographs of boats;
that repeated metaphor for departure,

or simply the possibility of a voyage?
What you cannot tell me, you tell me

with a vessel and its single passenger,
eyes fixed on some skylit conclusion.

Set apart and starkly upon a canvas
of tractable waves, brought to still

by the trigger-click of your camera,
like the sound a key makes when it

releases the lock. Your heart became
that lock; these images are how you have

always articulated distance, a withdrawal.
Darling, there are just as many ways

of saying goodbye as there are ways
of letting you go. The boat is narrow

like the width of my heart after
impossible loss, cruel resignation;

this heart you ride in. Love, if this is how
you choose to leave me, let me let you.

- Cyril Wong (Copyright 2002)
http://www.cyrilwong.com/

2008-02-22T15:23:00.010+08:00

sony ericsson k850i- im going to have to keep this for a while, to justify my splurge. but it IS love.

no we didnt plan to wear white. twas coincidence. lol.

i didnt think to come back...

2008-01-31T15:39:00.000+08:00

Accoutrement

But lovers are like umbrellas arent they?
They're like gloves
They cover you up, they keep you warm
They look so good, they fit so nice
they shield you.
Then you leave them on a train
You think, 'How did I manage that?'
And 'I didnt lilke them anyway.'
Or 'I've lost them.'

-Marnia

hyderabad

2007-12-30T16:57:00.000+08:00

stupid stupid moe system. GRRRHHH!

rights...hyderabad is famous for biriyani, so i've been eating loads of it- at restaurants, hotels and people's houses. apart from biriyani i've been stuffed on all sides with different sweets and snacks of all kinds. my relatives on my dad's side spends their holidays making sweets. loads and loadsa sweets. like 3-4 kilos from each family.

oh yest i went shopping with my mum and another aunty. twas really good- first we did touristy things like we went to the musuem (which was quite nice though in my mind i had all these suggestions as to how to improve it. lol) and then we went to char minar. which is this old building thingy that has 4 minarets (char means 4). yeah hyderabad used to be conquered by mughals so alot of islamic and persian influence in the architecure. tis quite cool. shopping was fantastic cause we went to get famous hyderabad pearls. and you sit at the counter and they show you different types of pearls and stuff and you try em on and feel like a princess. *aaaw* hahah. so anyway my mum got a pearl necklace and earrings set and i got a ring! needless to say, it is THE HOT!

apart from that, am leaving hyderabad today evening. indian trains here i come. lizzy asked me if they really look like they do in the amazing race, and yes they do. its quite dirty but surprisingly you get used to it... and even comfortable. lol. and there's this thing i call the train smell. it stays on you after you get off the train till you have a nice hot shower.

one last thing- bangalore's pollution and traffic is TERRIBLE. hyderabad is slightly better but still bad. gosh, the glass-domed singapore with its annual visit of haze is nothing to this. and i must have got used to that lack of pollution, cause travelling in bangalore is quite sucky. cant wait to come back and breathe fresher air. haha

my youngest, cutest cousin, karun! karwar beach at 7am

we got a shepherd on the road to stop for us and pose, all of the shepherds were carrying the tiniest, cutest little lambs. it reminded me of that verse, john 10: 11 where jesus says "i am the good shepherd. the shepherd lays down his life for his sheep". wow.

this was on the way to my dad's village, where he grew up. sometimes i wish that he would tell me more stories bout village life, where everything was so raw and real and alien. the realisation hit me when the shepherd posed awkwardly, stiffly as we casually captured something to take home and show the people. this is what india is like. when actually, this photo may have been one of few that this shepherd would ever have taken. and these villages are dying away as india's globalisation has reaped as many sorrows as it has joys.

yes, being here now as a stranger and yet calling it home. its not an anachronism, its something else i cant place. i've probably experienced some of my most awkward moments in the past few weeks. leaving is certainly not all its cut out to be... but coming back can sometimes be just as strange.

2007-12-18T02:34:00.000+08:00

i dont know how to describe what its been like so far. i know this is pathetic, considering how much i've wanted to come, etc etc. and i guess i'll look back at this and think of a million things to write but now that ive been here for a week and three days, i dont know what to say. brilliant eh... hmmm. i met all my friends, i've seen bangalore, i've tasted chennai and am currently enjoying kharwar. later this week i'll be off to hyderabad. wheee.

kay short story comes to mind, was my second day in bangalore and fourth in india- its probably the stupidest thing i've done since i've been here. lol. after going to coffee day (nothing like starbucks but the only accessible equivalent) twice to meet different friends i left on a bike with two of em. so susan, vandana and i are riding on this bike. three on a bike, take note. we get to the roundabout and suddenly vandana's like "susan careful, cops the cops". susan- " shit shit", vandana- "turn left turn left". susan turns left and STOPS! me- *in my mind* whats going on? nevermind, just get off because you dont know whats happening. so i get off the blasted bike and this potbellied inspector runs over to us. THEN i realise, hahah, three on a bike is illegal. not only that but susan brilliantly forgot to bring her licence and wasnt wearing a helmet. long story cut short- we forked out 600 bucks between us and paid him because apparently "he wasnt the kind you could bribe". HAHAH so yeah, that was my funny story. the best part is, all the dialogue above took place in the massive timeframe of 2 seconds. yeah... this has been an interesting journey.

well today i went to goa, i havent been able to upload any of the pics from my camera but here are the ones off my cousins camera. goa's beach is beautiful. my bro is like sentosa is nothing compared to this. and i aint sure... but i think i gotta agree with him.
http://picasaweb.google.com/amitha4jesus/IncredibleIndia

more pics next time, nights =)

whirlwind

2007-12-07T00:39:00.000+08:00

post-A levels has been such a whirlwind of things to do! and lizzy's right, prom shopping is detestable. nevermind, prom was fun!
Prom Pics
and the irony of my december- my first real hindu, indian wedding wasnt in india but in singapore. yeah life's little ironies are interesting indeed.
Rishik's Brother's Wedding Pics

with soo many things to do, i think this Word for Today is an apt reminder...
'The twenty-four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne, and worship him...They lay their crowns before the throne and say: "You are worthy, our Lord and God"' (Revelation 4:10-11 NIV). Notice, they not only worshipped God, they cast their crowns (their accomplishments) at His feet. They were wise enough not to seek lasting fulfilment in their own success. They discovered that when you come into God's presence you can let it all go, and still not lose it. Sometimes we just need to lay it all down, look up and say, 'Lord, I need to spend time with You!' The truth is, your accomplishments may bring you some joy, but only in God's presence will you find 'fullness of joy' (Psalm 16:11 NAS).

and tomorrow im leaving, to go home. home. how sweet does that sound?! woohoo! but im still nervous, and scared, and excited and yeah... well, lets see...
=)

2007-12-03T00:49:00.000+08:00

and so it is over.
the air smells sweeter, the sky is infintely brighter and there is talk of freedom, joy, eternal happiness and the wide-eyed dreams of tomorrow.
i feel all this and i know that you, Lord, are the one i am most thankful to.
you and all my friends and my parents who were here for me. as soefie said, i was a grumpy little thing during the a-levels and though i would like to think differently (because i had some lame-ass excuses that i wont go into here) i know she wasnt too far off.

yes i feel all this in the air, all this life and i feel something more. something most desirable.
i feel like i want to write.
*feed the poets*

THE PICS ARE HERE =)

2007-11-09T00:04:00.001+08:00

11 hours at suntec starbucks. *dies*. it'll be worth it though, if tomorrow's food is GOOOD! in one week, there will be just one paper left. what does darcy mean when he says to lizzy that- "we neither of us perform to strangers" ???? the mysteries of pnp rest in the grave with jane austen, and i dont think either of them look very pretty.

sorry, love the writing though! strange dreams are the order of the week. that and the christmas menu at starbucks.

peppermint forever =)

2007-11-03T23:22:00.000+08:00

pictures from the last day of school, yes google photos is quite convenient... http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/amitha4jesus/THELASTDAY02?authkey=vuO_2XUAvgc

glossing over the last week with its events of varying importance, such as the beginning of my A levels or the cambridge interview, or anything else that made me think a little more than usual; i have a couple of observations to make to myself.

firstly, i love football and all its excitement. and i love my arsenal and our beautiful 92nd minute equaliser (when extra time was only 3 minutes. yeah baby!). and i love our rivalry with man utd that has come through its bad times to produce a game like tonight where quality football did the talking. (admittedly, it didnt stop cristiano ronaldo from diving once or twice... some things never change eh?)
secondly, why is there so much of change in life? of course i love it and of course, thats what its all about isnt it? but maybe things would be more easier and of course, that much more boring if things and people didnt change. sometimes its just plain hard to geddit... in this, i gotta thankyou Lord for your constant promises.
thirdly, i sort of understand now why rishik's defensive of his music that we all label soo EMO. haha. well i guess its not all emo, though i wouldnt comment, being ignorant of such musical technicalities as "genre"; but yes back to my point- some of its just really good. and some of it is just musically pleasing. i cant think of another way to put it. haha anyway yes- good music is always good.

and finally, this is going to be the second christmas i wont be in singapore for. last year yes, but left immediately after for malaysia- though i loved kl. haha and if i go uni somewhere else next year then i mayn't be here then either. argh. ohwell- i need to go home much more than i may temporarily want to stay here. yes, thats what i need, a break... at home...

2007-10-25T23:52:00.000+08:00

Nothing fuels prayer like real need. In crisis even professed unbelievers will try to pray. Despite our accomplishments we all need God. There are some issues we simply can't resolve on our own. The Psalmist wrote: 'And in the night his song shall be with me' (Psalm 42:8 NKJ); 'In the day of trouble I will call upon You, for You will answer me' (Psalm 86:7 NKJ). Sometimes your prayers, whether sung or shouted, are midnight cries for divine assistance meant only for God's ears
- Word for Today

if i could do one thing differently, over the past two years i honestly dont know what it would be. this has been soo amazing, such a blessing, soo much of fun, soo much of stress, soo much of everything. two years could have been two days- it was that dense and that full. and yet it gave back that much of emotion, that much of hurt, of joy, of growth, of love... yes, Lord thankyou for this time. for this place, for these people.
next week it all begins, the beginning of the end i guess. but for this saturday's pc test and next thursday's interview and for the next 4 weeks, i ask Lord- for your blessing, your strength, your wisdom to be on me and everyone i know doing A levels.

2007-10-14T19:41:00.000+08:00

Waiting for the rain to stop. Destination: beautiful. Seems that I'm still waiting for the sun - 'Sun' by Mae

Lord, thankyou for being with me. please help me focus, its just another 6 weeks. i hand it over to you, all over again.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?

Cause you're all I want, You're all I need
You're everything, everything

Thankyou Lord, for beautiful music. 'Everything' by Lifehouse.

2007-10-12T22:22:00.000+08:00

i hate this. i hate vulnerability. i hate the way the things we despise in others around us, we unconsciously adopt in our defenses. i hate the way we jump to conclusions. i hate the way we condemn our parents for the mistakes they make and we make those same mistakes with an ignorant vengeneance. i hate the way pride is often masked by independence and self-confidence. i hate this word 'hate' that encompasses so much more than we give it credit for and so we overuse it; because as teenagers italicizes, expletives and excessive punctuation are necessities. not that any of us live on basic necessities.

disliking the whole idea of blogging; needing to get back to my source of peace, to my hope and refuge, my Lord, my king; needing to study...

2007-10-08T23:47:00.000+08:00

prelim grades- im happy with them, overall. even though minor disappointments in between, i think thats just my ego and it doesnt hurt to have reality ego checks now and again. anyhow- THANKYOU LORD, for getting me through this. thanks for the strength, the wisdom and the peace that passes all understanding.

even though i was getting dry, you refresh me and refill me again and again and again. you make your ways known to me and reveal your love in the rainy days. yes, thanks for the rain Lord. romans 8- we are indeed more than conquerors! yay!

3 weeks till the end and 33/06 still finds time to go out. love/hate/love :)

for the rest of pics, pester me on msn!
oh and class pics came out today. must take a gander, priceless if i say so myself. ahahha will scan later. nights =)

manhattan fish

2007-10-01T00:13:00.000+08:00

stole this from lizzy, immediately post-prelims we all looked so happy! here are some more : http://thisismifa.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!546DD60EC64FB926!755/
love 33/06, love love =)

2007-09-23T23:17:00.000+08:00

Darfur, Sudan

200,000 dead and women and girls being raped on a daily basis.

UN peacekeeping is there along with the African Union, but they cant leave, not with the Janjawid terrorising civilian villages and leaving the country in political instablity.

MAKE SOME NOISE

Lord, I know that you are still in control. You still hold the world in your hands. You still give me love to share with others. Keep me from being selfish.

la la la

2007-09-09T15:10:00.000+08:00

i just realised, they're practically all sad love songs. hmmm. i forgot one, its sad too-
Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) - Phil Collins

Lord, give me the strength. You give rest to the weary, strength to the old and hope for the young. I entrust the next two weeks entirely into your hands. Because worry is useless and fear is cast out, you give "peace that passes understanding". Thankyou Lord.

lomantic

2007-09-07T23:46:00.000+08:00

its ironic, my mind is so far away from any notions of the romantic and yet i keep hearing sweet love songs. its my itunes playing tricks on me. all my romantic ideals- my dreams, passions and hopes are locked away in a steel cage, placed on a shelf in the back of my mind. for my thoughts continuously tend to the insipid image of an examination hall, students bent over scraps of paper and a large clock- ticking. poe-esque...

so all the nice romantic songs. listen to them- they're sweeeet and they're now:
AMITHA'S TOP ROMANTIC/LOVE/SIMPLE SWEET SONGS ... of the moment.

Kiss Me- Sixpence None the Richer
Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd
As Lovers Go- Dashboard Confessional
Konstantine- Something Corporate
Yellow- Coldplay
Look After You- The Fray
Leaving on a Jetplane- Chantal Kreviazuk
One- U2
Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional
Love Will Keep Us Alive- Eagles
Making Memories of Us- Keith Urban
On Fire- Switchfoot
Your Still the One- Shania Twain
Dreaming With A Broken Heart- John Mayer
You Give Me Something- James Morrison

... yeah, it IS a long list. oh yes, how could i forget? All time favourites:
Dont Cry- Guns n Roses
Kite- U2
=)

2007-09-04T15:53:00.000+08:00

Arsenal 3-1 Portsmouth
i miss watching them. sunday night was such a nice break. and though im still concerned bout our back four. i dont have many qualms about our strike force. and its sweeter knowing chelsea lost. haha.

second draft AND evaluative commentary over. yay. still cant cheer though :(

treasure trove

2007-08-29T01:31:00.000+08:00

a treasure trove: http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/programmes/world_book_club.shtml
ben okri's voice is soo rich and beautiful. and arundhati roy is as always, alive and captivating. philip pullman too, so catching. unfortunately, atwood has the most boring voice in the world (no surprise? lol)
i love the way writers can talk pretty.

I-want

I want many things
(of fickle and passing nature)
Shoes to flash around
(not heels or wedges,
black coverall shoes)
A dress to swish at my knees
(drained brown with black tussles
ugliness of the cloth)
Earrings that will catch the light when I move
(but after long darkness will burn the hole it inhabits
holes stretched with age)
And a hairdo to crown it all
(dreadlocks of 5 weeks old
trained to separate)
Yes, what I want is the look
(looks dipleasing to you, she and he)
That everyone else seems to have
(but only belongs to me)

some photos

2007-08-25T23:58:00.000+08:00

some photos over the past month. loving the class tee, even though we ended up with 'absolutely adore *hearts*' haha. strings concert day at new york new york. and pretttty soef and just-turned-legal sheek with their presents (happy birthday!!!).

im gonna miss school life. the rest of the photos are here- http://thisismifa.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!546DD60EC64FB926!670/ hope you can get them soef!!!

tragedy!

2007-08-18T01:56:00.000+08:00

Othello is tragic. makes you want to jump at Othello and show him reason and Desdemona's love. but maybe he's so blinded he would laugh at you and say you lie like all other Venetian women? hmmm. and Iago's evil is sharp, biting, slices under your skin like a knife and points to where you hurt most. Mrs. Lofthouse is right; its a play which is woven together with rich, dark threads and every now and again you see the gold thread inside.

Lord, I need to turn to you more than ever. stress cannot order my day or my emotions. thankyou that your always there, always true, always loving. even though i have been prioritising everything wrong... bring me closer, back to you.
Being prone to sickness, we hurt. Being mortal, we die. Pressure wears us down. Anxiety gives us ulcers. People intimidate us. Criticism offends us. Disease scares us. Death haunts us. What's the answer? 'God is very present...in trouble' (Psalm 46:1). Never doubt in the dark what God told you in the light. He is with you day by day on your pilgrimage; His unsearchable mind, working in concert with His unfathomable will, is carrying things out under His sovereign control. When we hit rough spots, our tendency is to feel abandoned, yet the opposite is true, for at that moment we are more than ever the object of His love and concern.
- Word for Today. http://www.ucb.co.uk/word_for_today.

Fin* by Anberlin...Hits home.

horrid happenings

2007-08-12T22:29:00.000+08:00

apathy is not just annoying, it can lead to loss of lives. the sierra leone, after a decade of bloody war and much more is finally having elections. finally, something is being done about the blood diamonds issue and the UN did do stuff. yay.

now the hmong refugees is another atrocity of humanity. and just as serious and just as sad. life may suck at times, here in singapore, but we have life and the understanding of what it is to live as humans. some have been treated as so much less than humans for so long, death must seem sweet. no i cant begin to imagine what it must be like, but trying to understand is at least bridging that ignorance to an extent and cannot be in vain.

this is important. http://refugeesg.wordpress.com/ (thanks to those who are doing this- keep it up!)

photos

2007-08-06T22:50:00.000+08:00

new camera- its ACTUALLY quite fun.
http://thisismifa.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!546DD60EC64FB926!618/

thankyou

2007-08-06T00:21:00.000+08:00

"Trust in the Lord with all your strength and lean not on your own understanding, In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight"
thankyou for giving me this word to encourage me Lord, you gave me reason to do this and you will give me strength and wisdom to redo it.
you blessed my jct results in ways i didnt expect and i can trust you will bless my future in ways i cant understand.

your grace has found me just as i am
empty handed but alive in your hands
singing majesty, majesty,
forever i am changed by your love
in the presence of your majesty

festival of praise was great!
i like this smiley 8-) its a squishy eyed smiley. haha 8-)

first hurdle

2007-08-03T01:46:00.000+08:00

it took 12 songs to write the conclusion. aaah. couple of hours and the first draft will be in. yay.... its too soon to celebrate though. arghhhh. tired.

apotheosis is a word

2007-07-31T23:33:00.000+08:00

three cups of tea? or four. a bit of chocolate and a prayer. Lord, give me the strength to get through this, give me the motivation to get through this, keep me from despair and let me find my rest in You.

the song rides on the waves of the night, unclear but not unheard. a funeral song, the mourners are heavy with the paraphernalia of life and the passersby are ambiguous about how many people are there. a child cries because his mother is crying, that cord is the hardest to break. all that is someone else's story. mine is one of action and life, of the random chaos that scientists tell us explains how the world operates (they tell us in minute detail, down to the most chaotic atom), of the greatness and glory that few aspire to and all attain.
unlike the funeral next door, my story starts in the night.

carter has made me visit dictionary.com more than i ever wanted to- check this out- "the speleological apotheosis of Tiresias" is how she describes Mother. speleological means 'the scientific study of caves', apotheosis means 'elevated to status of god' and Tiresias was the blind prophet who told Oedipus he had married his mama and killed his papa. needless to say, Tiresias wasn't well recieved. hahahah

miscellaneous

2007-07-24T23:49:00.000+08:00

some funny lines from Haroun and the Sea of Stories. haroun is travelling by bus and these are the road signs he sees:
'if you try to rush or zoom, you are sure to meet your doom' and 'all the dangerous overtakers, end up at the undertakers' (this actually isnt true, there are still a billion indians alive- i can testify to that). oh i quite like this one- 'if from speed you get your thrill, take precaution- make your will'. haha pretty straightforward eh? oh okay, and this is lame but its the campaign of a politician whose name is buttoo. it says 'who's the one for you? not just one- buttoo!' kay, it is really lame, aaah, oh well, i still love this book =)

u2

2007-07-23T01:09:00.000+08:00

Kite by U2. I like it... hmmm... life's never easy is it?

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

cambridge sits on my mind nowadays, like a fat man in a deep leather couch who cant get up. haha
"these dreams started singing to me out of nowhere..."

long long ago

2007-07-23T00:57:00.000+08:00

Found this while looking for some plastic folders. Im about 8 years old, without a care in the world, and thats my bestest friend in the world, Roseann. Our attempts at wearing sari's are not disdained for is not that the Indian sun, shining in approval? Haha. nostalgia is an interesting thing.

a dream can be the highest point of a life

2007-07-19T00:34:00.000+08:00

In the beginning was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry. - okri makes magical realism really worth studying. carter makes it intriguing and gripping and rushdie makes it fun. whooo!

dreams are soo important right now. Lord, thankyou for sending me the right word at the right time to keep me knowing where my focus is and whom to trust right now, when the future seems not just unclear but unwanted.

Only two things stand in your way: dreaming it, then doing it. Have you dared to dream, really dream? If something is within your apparent reach, it isn't a dream. If it doesn't stretch you, cost you, or involve risk, it isn't a dream. Dreams change you even as they change the world around you...Remember the story of Joseph? He dreamed big dreams; God-given dreams. And what was the response of his brothers? They said, ' "Look, this dreamer is coming!...let us...kill him..." ' People who aren't pursuing their own dreams are usually the first to criticise people who are...What's the worst thing that could happen if you pursue your dream and don't achieve it? You could end up where you are now. And what's the best thing that could happen? You could find yourself in new territory, enjoying new blessings, living the life God meant for you to live!

my dreams were weaved in green mango grove paths, in overcrowded eager classrooms of children, in dark stone libraries, in the people i met whose vigour and inspiration for life opened my eyes and partly in my parents own dreams for me. was listening to a family friend whose child is going to start school- the dreams our parents have for us are soo large. the smartest child, the prettiest child, the goodest child. right. haha

life never cushions our dreams but thats what makes them dreams, they arent visible or floating right before our eyes but they're there. they were there some time ago; conceptualised and born before we even realised it. but now is the time to hold on, to finish this last leg of school with those precious dreams held tight, to strive like that sentence through the blizzard and to smile at the end knowing we had something worth working for, we have something worth living for.

sweet hopes and dreams, the promises of God- "Christ in you, hope of glory"

tribute

2007-07-14T22:08:00.000+08:00

Thankyou Lord for this opportunity, this experience, these people, this time, this journey- everything that TJ Drama has been to me has enriched me, taught me, embraced me and given me joy.

I've been touched by everyone and I've learnt from everyone. There is heart in this club; what we lack in discipline or numbers or fame or anything else we make up in heart and dedication and psychoness and in the presentation of the art of theatre.

The farewell was beautiful and sad and sweet and red-eyed (cried!) and memorable. Thankyou new exco and all the juniors =)

This tribute to us, was beautiful: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6x_ldVwKmPI

Something to be proud about, something to celebrate, something that I will never forget.

Bonjour

2007-07-10T23:32:00.000+08:00

I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

First posts should have something interesting, something alluring... but this is going to be boring. I can feel it in the fingers that type (i.e. my own fingers) haha

Two sundays ago this song played in my head and two or three days ago it played again after a terrible dream. Was both morbid and scary. Oh well, its just a dream. Ah yes, the song...

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Trusting you, Lord is the most important thing right now. Right now because its got to do with what is soon ahead- my future. Fasting hasnt been as easy as I thought it would be, but its alot easier than finding time to pray. Time to pray is soo conveniently blocked out by busyness and the life and attitudes that I have let grow and build and make me who I am.

Lord, change me as I seek this breakthrough.
"One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life; to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple" Psalm 27.4

A redrawing of priorities. A change in attitude. A new beginning.

YAY :)

2007-07-02T23:03:00.003+08:00

THIS IS LIZZY!

SHE LOVES MIFA!

AND SHE NEEDS A TEST ENTRY.

SCROLL
SCROLL
SCROLL.