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…

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!

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!

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.

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.

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

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

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

and then my favourite:

Reeses Peanut Butter Cups

one of you is not enough.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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*

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)

1. To yield or surrender (oneself) to the will or authority of another.
2. To subject to a condition or process.
3. To commit (something) to the consideration or judgment of another.
4. 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!

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.