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Tuesday, April 15, 2003

oh amy if you see this, could u just leave your web address here? hehe thanks

met a friend that i haven't seen for nearly two years, in school. couldn't recognise her when i glanced up to look at the trickle of people coming down the slope and walking into the forum. I've really got a knack for recognising people but not for remembering their names.
(crappers, these sentences are getting more difficult for me to write. the brain's dead )
so when she called out my name, i turned to look at her. stared for a few seconds and then the familiar feature of her lazy eyes and mole beside her mouth made all the rest of the features connect and i exclaimed "Angeline!"
(hehe responses of a retard)
It feels good to have the sensation of recognising someone familiar. the putting together of pieces and forming the whole which in turn gives you that warm fuzzy feeling - this whole process that brings clarity and good vibes rarely makes its appearance in my life.
(sorry for the existentialist shit)
Anyone want coffee and quiet company? i'll study for my exam. You can just sip your coffee and enjoy the wonderful paradox of company and silence. offered for a limited time period only...

Monday, April 07, 2003



aiya-yah. the battle of essays wages on. i'm attempting to write a single line 12 font times new roman, 6 page essay on the correlation between language disorders (aphasia and schizophrenia) and the origin of language. yeah that is perhaps one of the few fascinating things that i'm doing at the moment. At the same time, i'm driving myself crazy with an overload of tv watching, crappy lunches and coffee.

well going to church has been more interesting for me lately because of the SARS epidemic. My pastor thinks we should have more faith in God and not disgrace ourselves and dishonor Him by avoiding church. If we say we serve and believe in a God that is ominpotent and we call him Jehovah Jireh (God our healer) then we should not be anxious that we will catch SARS when we attend church. I agree with that totally. However, a very convincing argument can be made is that we have to be socially responsible and think about other people who might catch SARS as you board the bus to go to church...Well no matter how convincing that may be, for me sunday is still the Lord's day and to go to church is a gesture of honoring Him. If I cannot trust my God to protect me, who else is gonna protect me? And if i ever get the virus going to church, even then i pray i will never point a finger at my God. it's not about accepting my fate passively as my ancestors did because i know if i die, whoopee, heaven's just round the corner. But returning back to the argument about being socially responsible, you might ask me "How about your own family members? Don't you care about them and spreading IT to them?" I could say to just have faith which is the simplest thing but for those who are wondering how faith can work in such a situation when rationally you're not doing the right thing, perhaps the prayer of Jabez would be of comfort to you as it was to me.

Now Jabez was more honorable than his brothers, and his mother called his name Jabez, saying, "Because I bore him in pain." And Jabez called on the God of Israel saying, "Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain!" So God granted him what he requested. 1Chron4:9-10

Amen. No evil, no pain God.

Saturday, April 05, 2003

can't wait for the exams to be done with. i've finished my terribly tough ISM essay on poetics and after this, i don't think i will seek any more challenges of the kind where my grades and possibly, future could be affected. Well one reason why i can't wait for school to end is so that perhaps, i can start writing on something again. nothing terrific now but just get up and about, thinking and writing, reading. Perhaps some space to think and reflect for once.

i bought a bottle of starbucks coffee frappuchino from cheers convenient store to cheer myself up, after a long day discussing projects in dreary nus. i sat in the feeder bus, the last set of wheels that will take me home. grew restless, discontented at the fact that my parents were going to subject me to porridge for dinner. but besides the brattish tantrums that i was going through, i felt at the same time so strangely disconnected from my feelings. i could actually feel like i was going through the motions of being spoilt. this all really sounds ridiculous i know. it sounds like some justification shit a schizophrenic pickpocket could possibly give. "it's not me. it's my alter ego!". but i'm not trying to justify myself here and perhaps why i'm writing this is because, someone else might be going through the same thing too and it is comforting to know that these are just the same ole trappings of life... nothing crazy, disasterous or catastrophic... quite civil i might say...

yet sometimes i cry. sometimes i pray that this life would end and i can really begin to live. the pain and frustration becomes unbearable but with each small change that happens, gives me my hope in God. sometimes i just write furiously into my beige book and sometimes i lie on my bed and dream. there was one time i was praying so often in school that even my daydreams were about prayers. it happened when i was also on the bus, returning home from school. i knew i was still mumbling my prayers. i don't know what i was mumbling about but gradually, i slipped into unconciousness and woke up just 2 bust stops away from my destination.

hmm so.. now i'm going to take the bottle of coffee out of the chiller... and print out my papers... drifting slowly back to reality. :OP

 

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