Saturday, July 14, 2007 | Saturday, July 14, 2007

This is where i want to be thirty years down the road.

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman (and man) who fears the Lord is to be praised. Proverbs 31:30

Thursday, July 12, 2007 | Thursday, July 12, 2007

Titled aptly, thishasgottahurtlikereallyhurt.

Sis to colleague P: Eh, this is my sister eunice!
Me: Hello!
P: Hello! ...er who's older? (genuinely, earnestly, painfully)

-.-

For your information, my sis is 10 years older and currently 6 months pregnant.

First say i look older in my holiday pictures. Ghastly, was what another helpfully emailed to tell me. And now...

Another jab like this, and, pointy things will fly.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007 | Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The athlete has to do some ____ before starting on his triathlon.

Cheche, how to read this word?!
ath-lete *thickly cos of lumpy cheek*
Hah? f it?
No no! ath-lete!
f it?
Grr *grimace cos of pain acting up* NO, ath-lete!!
Ohh..

Sigh the sad life of a tutor with merciless kids.

| Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Maybe God is trying to teach me a little lesson on vanity. My mouth looks somewhat lopsided now cos of the semi huge lump grossly embedded in my left cheek. My grandma's maid's eyes widened when she saw my face earlier.

Nevertheless. I will not avoid going out. I will be a good girl and continue setting out for what i'm supposed to do.

And i will not let anyone get me down.

** We got three thousand dollars from insurance for the delayed luggages!!! That's one huge discount from our total costs for the trip. (:

** oh i forgot, the lump's there not cos i have any flesh-eating disease but because i pulled out a wisdom tooth that was threatening to destroy my artificially straight teeth.

*** Make that a ginormous lump. Jawline temporarily distorted.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007 | Wednesday, July 04, 2007

London and ireland pictures up! (:

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Monday, July 02, 2007 | Monday, July 02, 2007

my 21st birthday cake...2 months late! yummy chocolate fudge (: it's so good that anna decided to save some for tea break dinner and supper...
'uh, uh, uhhh' (bang fork bang bowl look pleadingly) translated to 'please sir may i have some more?'

So to end off, anna says 'har-roooo!' (hello), 'ass-me' (excuse me) and byebye!

Friday, June 29, 2007 | Friday, June 29, 2007

He said, why don't you come back to batu pahat? come back home with me, come back to where everybody you know loves you. i don't care even if your mother is a cabaret dancer or if your father was a japanese soldier, you are still you, i still love you. everything here in singapore's given you pain. leave it all behind, come back to where all's familiar.

- Beauty World.

Monday, June 25, 2007 | Monday, June 25, 2007

irish whisky gives strength too

dedicated to all hard liquor lovers - the perfect shop for you (:

the irish cow all poshly dressed up

the (supposedly) posh irish dinner before watching Riverdance!

the man on the irish galloping steed doing a cowboy yee-hah!

the traumatic galloping stint on an irish horse

And this is getting to be really annoying; the luggages are still floating out there somewhere and i am missing all the alcohol and clothes i bought over there. It's way luckier to lose luggage when you're back in home country than while still holidaying anyway i suppose. I'm LUCKY :x

More pictures when the laptop cable in lost luggage comes home :(

Sunday, June 24, 2007 | Sunday, June 24, 2007

With no luggage in tow because its lost somewhere in transition out there somewhere in the big wide world, and with the possibility of having all the irish whisky i bought being confiscated cos i didnt know i exceeded the limit, i come home empty handed.

Hello.

Monday, June 11, 2007 | Monday, June 11, 2007

Westminster abbey, St Paul's cathedral, British Museum, Tower of London, London Bridge, Natural History Museum, Harrods, Les Miserables, Camden Lock Market, York Hotel, All Souls, Shannon, Limerick, unknown irish pub,

...HERE I COME!!!

Labels: wheeeeireland, wheelondon

Saturday, June 09, 2007 | Saturday, June 09, 2007

How easy it'd be to stuff fingers in the ear, go 'lalalalalala', sing (offtune), shout, scream. Anything to block it all out. Or to curl up in bed, comfy quilt as shelter, make sleep a temporal escape. Anything to not face it.

I need soul food. I need You. I need a holiday away from it all.

I traded 250 sing dollars for EIGHTY pounds. And 114 for 50 euros. I shouldn't even complain since i get to go to london and ireland, but my wallet (and heart) bleeds because i dug in deep into life savings to just have a little money to spend on this trip ):

I'm almost done, packed, ready to go.

O heart, quit being a wimp.

Monday, June 04, 2007 | Monday, June 04, 2007

Two things that cracked me up (one in a bad way, the other in a good way):

1. I came back from shopping around orchard to find (horror of horrors!) my dad's car covered in birdshit! Nothing bad should ever happen to dad's car while under my care! Note: do not ever park at the open carpark opposite cineleisure.

2. Mum: eh make sure that *** and you don't do any kissing stuff later when you pick him up from airport ah.
Me: ???
Mum: wait his mouth smelly you know, after so many hours in the plane...

-.-

Thursday, May 31, 2007 | Thursday, May 31, 2007

Church camp was good. I went there asking myself alot of questions, and i can't say i have answers ready yet; in fact i come back now with yet more challenges i must face. Whoever said a boat potato likes being a boat potato.

Anyway, i did a double take when rev dr mark chan, the camp's speaker, referred to one of donne's poems in one of his messages. For referral and not for the sake of sounding the least bit pretentious:

A Hymne To God The Father

Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast not done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by THyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And having done that, Thou hast done;
I fear no more.

I feel a little guilty now because i never took Donne's religious poems seriously because of well, his pre-religious phase of poems that were more than a little, err, risque. Imagine womanly curves being described as a hilly countryside and sexual union told metaphorically as blood mixed in a flea and you get the picture. Hence the shock when here at a church camp you get the speaker referring to Donne's poem of forgiveness and hope of restoration.

Couple that with an indepth character study of David, and you realise - even the greatest man can make the foolishest mistakes. There wasn't any usual lengthy ministry time after every message which sometimes leave me feeling cold - not to say that it is bad, different ways for everybody huh; these messages warmed the cockles of my heart.

He made me remember simple songs i sang a long long time ago in children's choir, take note of lyrics i've always known and remembered but forgot the true meaning of.

"It's me it's me it's me O Lord,
standing in the need of prayer.
Not my mother not my father but it's me O Lord
Standing in the need of prayer."

"Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to Thee."

It left me feeling glad that God has not abandoned me even when i've done so many stupid pointless things. It left me glad that i can reconcile myself to being such a vile person and yet still have God love me as i am.

Although port dickson has such yellowy water it caused pimple breakouts in both me and eli :(, i say the few extra pimples are worth it! I have the essence of those four messages back here with me (and the few sparse notes i've taken), and...i am armed with a new tube of pimple cream.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007 | Tuesday, May 22, 2007

We all crash and burn;
the tears come only eleven hours after;
oh when girl would you ever learn.
Would there in my heart be anymore laughter.

Sheer lovely poetry you sprouted;
perhaps one could even say my muse you were;
you gave me inspiration;
the facade's broke now,
it's gone...i can't write anymore.

Sunday, May 20, 2007 | Sunday, May 20, 2007

This weekend has been too happening and too expensive for me to fully grasp.

Virgin outing to MOS was interesting to say the least, i finally know that i can dance!!

..alcohol makes the best teacher.

I've got a nice tan from sat's sentosa outing but a traumatising experience at the breakwater-island thing (think cockroaches on sand side and little ugly fishes you arent certain won't swim into your swimsuit on the water side and you get the picture) was pretty well, traumatising.

Woke up at 3am friday morning to see nathan off at airport, was pretty bummed out i was the only idiot sending him off at that unearthly hour, but i guess i didnt regret it. (:

I would like to say it's summer, it's hot blue nice sweaty, ideal for (tropicalflings). Sometimes though just being more decisive and certain would save on alot of pimple inducing moments.