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Tuesday, December 25, 2007 ♥
Last posted@12:24 AM




it's christmas day
again
time really flies.


just came back from church. we had a 'carols by candlelight' service at 2230. the whole church was lit by nothin but candles and sang carols all night. i saw ms wong there, my harp teacher who taught me in PL. she was playing her beautiful harp.


i miss it


sara and her mum were supposed to join us tonite. but they couldn't make it. they couldn't come back in time. so next time bah. anyway, the service this year wasn't so great....some major cock ups with the organisation of the whole thing. plus, when we got there it was like uber crowded, and we sat in this ulu pandan place where we couldn't see anything. haha. anyway tomoro is christmas service. better go bright and early.


today i helped my brother wrap ALL his presents. for his friends, for our family. i wrapped them so nicely also. must be the best job i've ever done. he should be grateful man. his friends also wun believe that is he wrap one lor. yeap...so credit me please.

my bro is playing santa claus this year. he bought fer a whole bunch of ppl. spent like 100 dollars plus on an arsenal jersey fer my dad. =) i think my dad will like it. haha. wonder what he got fer me...that's probably the only gift that he'd have to wrap himself. since i'm not allowed to look at it.

so time to make a christmas wish:

that i will get accepted into goldsmith college in the UK and that i'd get the MOE teaching scholarship fer art.

i think i've caught on to god's plan fer me. like, when i had no intention of taking up relief teaching this hols and was waiting to get into DBS, god was like all "NO!!! you have to get experience in teaching so that u'll have more to say for the scholarship interview and they'd have more reason to give it to u! so here, i'm forcing u take this job at OPSS whether u like it or not!" so yes..i'm going to be a relief teacher through god's handywork. and he'll help me be good at it. it kinda makes sense to me. an overseas art course really seems like the best education option fer me right now. cos i really have no clue what i'd do if i stayed in singapore. so yea...i hope i'm right.

really looking forward to studying aboad, get away from singapore fer a while and from other bothersome things. it's suffocating just thinking bout all the SHIT that has been going on lately. need to get away. need to forget. need to breakaway. completely. forever.


♥ with love, meow


the person.


IMG_0303


cathleen

NUS FASS freshy
turning 20 this 12th July

ARTIST

desperately seeking
FREEDOM
PURPOSE
LIFE




lament.


maybe in some other time
some other place


inspire.


though we travel the world over the find the beautiful
we must carry it with us or we find it not


the sky.


www.flickr.com

a perfect paradox of constancy and change
always there but never the same


i love.

family
buddie baby
precious friends

LONDON

i must down to the seas again
to the lonely sea and sky
and all i ask
is a tall ship and star
to steer her by

talk to me.



i carry your heart.



e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go,
my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me
is your doing,
my darling

i fear no fate
for you are my fate,
my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world,
my true
and it's you are
whatever a moon
has always meant
and whatever a sun
will always sing
is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky
of a tree called life;
which grows higher
than the soul can hope
or mind can hide
and this is the wonder
that's keeping the stars apart.

i carry your heart
i carry it in my heart


angels.


cheng hong
claudyne
esther
inn poh
janice
joan
kai ying
mandy
seow ling
sara
serene
shangyi
sook chan
tze yin
xian min
xinli
zhixin

aep blog


listen.




here
there is love



Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.

It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.

love never fails


Corinthians 1:4-7


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