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Friday, February 8, 2008 ♥
Last posted@9:33 AM




Happy Chinese New Year
do u feel like a rat?


banksy!

Wednesday
went to OPSS in the morning for chinese new year celebration (secondary school style), with the 'SUPER LAME' MCs, the performance by drama club bout the roots of chinese new year, plus other performances by the cca groups. thought i would relive my secondary school days by attending, but i realise i much prefer the celebrations at NY. cos i'm biased. i miss NY so much. stupid juniors, still get to be happy over there. jealous.


anyway, finally got down to takin pictures with the other relief teachers. they're kinda camera shy. meanwhile, i find myself unable to really connect with my students in comparison with the others. it's either my problem or the subjects' problem. ppl say i shouldn't put myself down every time i feel demoralised. cos especialy in sec 1 and sec 2, students just dun take art seriously, thus they dun take the art teacher seriously as well. cos..art just isn't like science, or history or english. it's basically..just. art.

me and victoria

burly Beryl

after OPSS i then skipped over the AMK hub to meet shangyi. was supposed to go back to NY but we were scared that by the time we got there everybody would have left, even though that wasn't really the case. but no matter. we ate there fer a while before xm came to meet us, then the others - KY, Cheng, Xinli, Zijia and YY(seniors), met us a lil while later. hung around fer quite a while. from 1130 till like 1530. chatted and sat around, with lotsa long awkward silences cos we were all so tired. shang souldn't stand it. =) but i like silence. lol. so i had fun.

unglam!

Thursday
Ang Bao collection day! started off at 10 to all our usual stops. bla bla bla. lunched at my ah ma's house as usual. me and my brothers' frantic rush to eat first before my uncle and clan came. i dun wanna bitch about it. cos they are still family no matter what screwed up crap is going on. it's not really anbody's fault that there's a serious 'class' or 'status gap' between us..shan't say more.


continued to the rest of our stops before going back to ah ma's house fer dinner. i brought buddy along to run in the big field. when we got there there were some visitors there, my 'cousin' (i think), gabriel, a small little boy dressed in pink! haha. damn cute. plus he had the most pretty eyes la..fer a guy. =) shan't gush bout the cuteness of small boys. it's weird. but anyway..i let him play and run around with buddie a bit. so cute. =) ate and gambled. =) i lost 3 dollars.

beware. not even family are spared.


♥ 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


the history.
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
May 2009
June 2009


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