Hello, you!
and yes! i packed! in half an hour! am i good or what?
a befitting end to the sem, going home with three friends, R., my secondary sch friend, S., my JC friend, and J., my uni friend.
this trip is an escape
from the horrendous sem that had passed…
14 essays
4 presentations
3 tests
3 exams
i couldnt have done it without God, family and friends.
i am so happy it is over.
beams
my bags are packed, i’m ready to go……..
and when i get back
chicken little
narnia
rent
anntic
meet
ism
God, I love you.
till next time,
debs

when you have a string of emails from your lit classmates…what started off as a very sweet email from M (who is erne*t ch*w’s NEPHEW!!! gah!!!)..morphed into something characteristic of every conversation we have in lit class.
here..
for posterity’s sake..

Chew Shi Jie Martin wrote:

> People all the best for your exams yesh? Good luck and God bless!

> (It was fun in maiwalds class because of your guys=) hehe)

> Martin
>

Hey!

Yeah, thanks Martin. All the best cramming for 1101 tomorrow!

Gwynne and Debbs,

Thanks for the great company (plus customary peer encouragements of “oh
crap! i never read that piece for today!” and “i dunno what to write for
my paper!!”)

May the optical answer sheet gleam just right under the evil eyses of
those confounded marking machines for you guys.

In sanity,
Jeremy

Hey guys,

Jeremy: Take a break man, you’ve been studying to hard.

Martin: Thx. That was very sweet. But really, in my dotage, I figure it’s more a matter of trying to muster up the wide-eyed enthusiasm for higher learning I had in abundance in my youth.

Debbie: Good luck!

Gwynne.

Hello folksies!
You guys were a really fun bunch to hang out with in dr. maiwald’s class. made life less painful! Remember there is more to life than exams!

All the best and God Bless!
Yayyyyyy! (or at least, cmon, give me a big cheesy grin. NOWWWW!) *grin*
See you around!
Love,
debs

Chew Shi Jie Martin wrote:
Help! Jeremy do something!!!haha…your VCF person!-grin-

Exams are not just everything….they are just so much more important
than anything….as so the people of mugger toad *edittosavemyskinfromtheunisuingme* think….ever
thought about studying in the University of Tasmania where you’ll be the
only damn asian and you’lll come out with first class honours just
because…your SINGAPOREAN!!!

“We the citizens of *edittosavemyskinfromtheunisuingme*,
Pledge ourselves to be one united people,
Regardless of race language or religion,
To build a demented society,
Based on kiasuism and competiveness,
So as to achieve A+ and A and not C”

Darn.

Lim Qing ‘En
The prognosis is not good.

You are all mad.

Or I’m mad.

It all depends on the bookending.

heeeheheheeheeeee. *rolls around in straitjacket* boing! boing! boing!

Take 2 aspirins and see if you wake up tomorrow morning. Don’t call me if you do.

*twitch*

*grin*

*twitch*

Damnit people, what do I have to do to inject a little sanity around here?

Oh, and I love Smacky, by the way. It gives me a visceral thrill to smack the ****ing daylights out of all those cute little woodland animals. Only, not enough gore. Wish they’d take a leaf from Happy Tree Friends.

Don’t stress! It’ll be fine. Worrying is only going to increase your cortisol levels and then you’ll fall ill AND have bad skin. What’s worse?

As not really important in overall scheme of things.

Gwynne

i love themmmmmmmmmm…alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll……………………….in sanity.

Hello, you!
Today was a highly interesting day in the library.

Firstly, it happened for the SEVENTH time. Why on earth, do people PRESS the tissue dispenser when it says ALL OVER IT, -motion sensor-. Dood. or in this case, dudettes. This is the seventh time this week I’ve seen girls press the thing instead of just putting your hand at a distance. i now know why it is “motion sensor”, in all sense of the word “motion”. unbelivable.

Secondly, finished my essay! *twirls and swirls* *goes on pointe* *jumps in those splay-your-legs-in-mid-air things* *bounce around in some duck lake tune* *waddles* *does the goose step* *straightens out the tulle on my tutu* *prances into a tuktuk*

Thirdly, I’ve finally heard good christian music. as in, a good contemporary one. I don’t know where I got this song from but the iTunes just suddenly played it. Called “What the world will never take” by hillsongs. I seriously wonder where it came from. oh well. actually I thought it was a matchbox 20 song which laid in some recess of my computer. cuz the riffs throughout were characteristic of the ‘mad season’ album, even though upon careful listening it is the same one repeated. and the chorus is so noisy. fantastic. ok, not the best thing for worship songs..but sometimes it is good to know that christian bands can match up to match (hurhurhur) box 20. strangely, it kinda reminds me of 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins. oh well. wierded. but, still good.

Fourthly, had lunch and dinner with A. It is highly recommended to talk to gays. very interesting. and funny too. AND OH MY GOODNESS. he knows danny boy. faints. danny boy! danny boy!!! i knew it. the japanese lady was a cover up. banzai my foot!!! talk about seamless integration. chey.

With all I'm holding inside
With all hopes and desires
And all the dreams that I've dreamt

With all I'm hoping to be
And all that the world will bring
And all that fails to compare

You say You want all of me
I wouldnt have it any other way

I've got a Saviour and He's living in me
WHOA

I wana know
I wana know You today

And You're the best thing that has happened to me
And the world will never take
The world will never take You away

No-one could ever take You away

Off to tidy my essay! *twirls* *spins* *does a chin jig* *does a shin dig* *screams along with the song* psst. the really odd thing is that its called hillsong united? gah. are they forming some confederation? NO ONE COULD EVER TAKE YOU AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. *strums the air electronic guitar* *bangs head* *bangs imaginary drums* *spins*
till next time,
debs………………………….*wilddizzywhirls*

My daddy says “I’ve not seen you at the dinner table in two weeks..eat at home more often. school food is not good. come, eat more ingredients, drink more soup.”
My Daddy says “come to my banqueting table, my banner over you is love”

My daddy says “the weather is so hot! drink more water, eat your multivitamins.”
My Daddy says “whoever drinks from me will never thirst again”

My daddy says “don’t be a superwoman. don’t go and do so many things at one time. remember last time you yelled superwoman and then fell over that kerb? see. i told you!”
My Daddy says “my yoke is easy and my burden is light”

and both of them whisper…I love you.
and you know what, I love you too. *smile*

Hello, you!
We’ve formed the ultimate geek fan club. the GeekyGeographer club. I’ve got way too many friends who swoon at the geog lecturers.

First up, there is the uber cute and ultra handsome, Dr. T-B! Best in Singapore, KL (hurhurhur) and some say Britan. Amazing quote from one adoring fan: (first thing she asked me after not seeing me in a month) “Do you think he is married?” right… Act of love done by another fan: “I *heart* TIM” avatar. When another friend commented his tutorials were unengaging, the former fan shot thunder bolts out of her eyes and proclaimed it blasphemy.

Second up, there is the metrosexual snaggy Dr. T-C-C! He peps you up more than the coffee at the, well, TCC! Amazing quote from one adoring fan: “He is the kind of husband I want..except more manly”. Act of love done by aforementioned fan: “I *heart* TC” avatar.

Third (and wierdest of all) up, there is the REALLY OLD Dr. W-P-P! Amazing quote from really tall fan “He is SO CUTE! and ADORABLE! I just want to hug him!”. Goodness gracious. He is my grandmother’s age! This is like some post-oedipal world we’re living in.

Had a fun dinner tonight. Malahuoguo-ing, or in A’s words, mapodoufu-ing. The steam from the neighbouring steamboat made me so warm! and the steam from our pot was insane too. It did not just open your pores, it steamed oil into them. eeuck. But, I ate so many mushrooms and wantans that i am happy. *beams* lost my voice for a while! so i just sat there and ate and did not talk cuz the chilli kinda cut off my voice. and amazingly, chilli is a powerful laxative. POWERFUL one.

suggested team sports to learn: M and W – badminton, A – pickleball, F – netball. i shall consolidate more.

Oh well. Today was the last day of my first sem of the sophomore year. And boy am I glad it is over. Good riddance! esp to the transport module. *pui* the projects were fun but the 14 essays (with one still undone!) knocked the wind out of me. oh well. in two weeks time, i’ll be in perth. petting the kangaroos. YAY! I love kangaroos! *bounce*

Tmr is the start. Of six intensive (I HOPE!) days of studying (it sucks that i’ve to say studying instead of revision. i hope i can say revision soon). To the infinte readings and beyond!
Till next time,
debs who shall avoid chilli for a while…

Hello, you.
Walking home just now and dragging my feet, I thought about what Canon B once said in passing

“In singapore, you don’t see stars. You see the reflection of the city lights on the clouds”.

It is funny how things said in passing can actually mean something.
It is like how we think our achievements are so great that they are reflected in the skies, and yet, out vision, for lack of a better word, is clouded over. And, the beauty of God, his awesomness, is just waiting behind the clouds..waiting to be unvieled. and all the so-called achievements of man, can NEVER EVER EVER compare.
One of my favourite song is “You’re faithful” and in particular, the lines “if the stars refused to shine and time is no more, You’ll still be faithful, You’ll still be faithful Lord”. It is very easy to singthis song in the good times, course! God is always seen as faithful during the good times, isn’t He? and now, sometimes, i can only hum the tune in my brain. and spoardically at that. talking to C for awhile today at the library helped changed things abit. I guess this is what Dr M always says about critical distance huh?

on a totally unrelated note, after reading Newsweek today on the types of women, I’ve decided I’m going to learn a team sport. maybe that would be a healthy release of all the energy within me. instead of letting the energy be wasted in being hyperactive in a library (hence all the drinking water and filling up the bottle and walking to the toilet), I shall go learn a new sport. it would be a physical catharsis. besides, it would channel all that competitive spirit. and, daddy has this theroy that all that latent competitiveness inside me should be channelled into something worthwhile. so there. a team sport it is.

and in that same article she talked about the ‘pivotal comment’ thing and i was shocked! it has happened to me so many times I’ve learnt to deal with it. to think, the same problem exists everywhere. oh well.

oh well. I can only hope beyond hope that tmr will be ok. somehow God will make it alright. in His time.

till next time,
debs

²¹ Do you not know?

Have you not heard?
Has it not been told you from the beginning?
Have you not understood since the earth was founded?

²² He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,
and its people are like grasshoppers.
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy,
and spreads them out like a tent to live in.

²³ He brings princes to naught
and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing.

²⁴ No sooner are they planted,
no sooner are they sown,
no sooner do they take root in the ground,
than he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.

²⁵ “To whom will you compare me?
Or who is my equal?” says the Holy One.

²⁶ Lift your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one,
and calls them each by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing.

²⁷ Why do you say, O Jacob,
and complain, O Israel,
“My way is hidden from the LORD;
my cause is disregarded by my God”?

²⁸ Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.

²⁹ He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.

³⁰ Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;

³¹ but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

yeah. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been disobedient, and stubborn, and unwilling to learn. and ungrateful. and such a terrible person that I’m the counterexample to how a Christian behaves. and just simply sardonic. i’m sorry. teach me love. help me, please? *tugs at the sleeve*

Hello, you.
sigh. and so it has been on my mind (cue: you are always on my mind, you are always on my mind…)
the grade for cities has been on my mind. I know it should not be, but it has been.
contentment is so hard to find, isn’t it? and it all boils down to pride.
the want to get good grades. to be there. to get there. to get that stupid scholarship.
the obvious pat answer would be, ‘but we all find our contentment in God what’. YES I KNOW, STOP TELLING ME THAT. urghs. and yes, all cliches have a grain of truth in them, and this can’t even be considered a cliche. pui.
i wish my conscience would just shut up for a while. stop freaking asking me what my motivations are. or to align myself. Whatever. I am sick of hearing this kind of things. keep quiet. NOW. sue me.

content

1. Desiring no more than what one has; satisfied.
2. Ready to accept or acquiesce; willing:

that is the definition. so, i am dis-satisfied and unwilling to accept.

with msn conversations like this:

Die die must get UCLA for SEP… says:
u need 4.7 for 2 consecutive sems…
Die die must get UCLA for SEP… says:
cos that’s how it’s calculate…
Die die must get UCLA for SEP… says:
4.3+4.3+4.7+4.7 divide by 4 = 4.5
Die die must get UCLA for SEP… says:
if over 3 sems…
Die die must get UCLA for SEP… says:
4.3 + 4.3 + 4.9 divided by 3 = 4.5

i think it is quite hard to be satisfied.
fine, i shall be a llama. llama llee. and spit on everything. pui. sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be. no point forcing it.

till next time,
debs.

Hello, you!
had a good time at MEET today. surprisingly, didn’t undergo amputation when meeting the sups.
the talk with Mr Thanit was refreshing and humbling too. it once again showed the work God is doing through S-B*C. and it makes MEET more real somehow, just talking to a thai. i guess it is a sensory experience too.
my holidays have come and gone.
and guess what
still no work has been done
the essay is still somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain.
sigh.
going home from S-B*C today was a good ride..it was the nj route. i can’t believe it has been two years since the A levels.
two years ago, I was brimming with hope that UCAS would allow me to get into ucl or lse.
two years ago, I was SO SURE the future would be good.
two years ago, everything was good.

two years later.. not everything is good. if God is good (and He is), and God is everything, then, everything should be good. but, it isn’t.

four years ago, I was so glad to be out of the cheenapok drain.
four years later, I am still glad to be out of it.

four years ago, this song was on my mind

All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take, one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always,I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating

Say it aint so, I will not go,
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na 

Two years ago, this song was on my mind

Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?

Someday we'll know
if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you

now. the songs have died out. just as the dreams have. well, someday we’ll know.

And anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude refrain
don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool
who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na na na
na na na na 

till next time,
debs

Hello, you!
Someone told me that I’m very postmodern in nature. and this same person described the postmodern/modern divide as the former being angsty people who have a lala life and the latter as angsty people with a *primal growl and scratch the air* life. highly wierded out.

Today’s arts comm meeting was highly interesting. realised i’ve got a match in difficulty. wahahaa. and that some people, may appear male on the surface, but are actually asexual. and, the papaya flower is asexual. no wonder i dont like papayas. they are…wierd. *does the chin thing*

reaching home today, was a really wierd experience. daddy was like “comecome, i show you something highly interesting”..and well, he lead me to our rubbish chute. thanks Dad, but, uh, i do not get excited over plumbing? which part of my face says that pvc pipes excite me?

studying in school is becoming torturous. more precisely, studying in the library. urghs. i seriously do not know what to do. I dont like to stay at home. but, the library is distracting. the canteen has way too much food to be comforting. USP can get noisy too. sighs. and, i dont wanna study. grumble.

conversations can switch from ‘what is your major’ to ‘kong ba pau’ in two sentences.

i think. this world is going mad. i dread tmr.

till next time,
debs who wants to try a deep pie pizza cheese thing! and churros! and candy apples!