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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
in the past
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Saturday, March 29, 2008 3:05 PM
this cake has double icing!
The joy of having one cake with icing was grand enough but to have it topped with another one was inexplicably shocking.
It was the most unlikely thing to happen. I mean, what were the odds? We were up against some good research ideas and papers. Not to mention having our poster be put up next to one that we thought held a much better chance than ours. That was why it took a thousand "Really lah. Trust me can or not? Why would I lie?", a bet and pinky-finger promising and several calls to the respective graduate tutor before it finally sank in.
The cake did indeed have double icing.
What made this grand was the fact that we didn't set out to win or be the best. We did our best and while at it, had fun. It was the unique essence that each brought to the table that made this possible. In the midst of all the sidetracking and stressing over nonsensical things, it was the relief of finishing all that we meant to that harbored us through.
4 cents photocopy stores, the "Idon'twanttobuy!" and walking away in a huff, the overly significant results, the doubting of the overly significant results, the Awesome!, the burit(s), panicking over not finishing in time, disturbed naps over referencing on the due date, the calling of unsuspecting course mates to bug them about SPSS, imitations of 'Congratulations', the confusing of the 'I' and 'E'.
Discussions on brick throwing, PoPo(s), KongKong(s) and the injustices, Uncle Andrew, garden chases, the teaching of Cooks on how to cook, tears on drives home, deaths, the determination to help, hysterical laughters, dramatic facial expressions, question traps, the compiling of journal papers and finding out it wasn't so necessary, undue praises.
All will be missed. As it always is. Each brought blessings more than was expected.
A simple thank you doesn't seem quite right, "Eh, where are my vouchers?!" is more like it.
=D
It was the most unlikely thing to happen. I mean, what were the odds? We were up against some good research ideas and papers. Not to mention having our poster be put up next to one that we thought held a much better chance than ours. That was why it took a thousand "Really lah. Trust me can or not? Why would I lie?", a bet and pinky-finger promising and several calls to the respective graduate tutor before it finally sank in.
The cake did indeed have double icing.What made this grand was the fact that we didn't set out to win or be the best. We did our best and while at it, had fun. It was the unique essence that each brought to the table that made this possible. In the midst of all the sidetracking and stressing over nonsensical things, it was the relief of finishing all that we meant to that harbored us through.
4 cents photocopy stores, the "Idon'twanttobuy!" and walking away in a huff, the overly significant results, the doubting of the overly significant results, the Awesome!, the burit(s), panicking over not finishing in time, disturbed naps over referencing on the due date, the calling of unsuspecting course mates to bug them about SPSS, imitations of 'Congratulations', the confusing of the 'I' and 'E'.
Discussions on brick throwing, PoPo(s), KongKong(s) and the injustices, Uncle Andrew, garden chases, the teaching of Cooks on how to cook, tears on drives home, deaths, the determination to help, hysterical laughters, dramatic facial expressions, question traps, the compiling of journal papers and finding out it wasn't so necessary, undue praises.
All will be missed. As it always is. Each brought blessings more than was expected.
A simple thank you doesn't seem quite right, "Eh, where are my vouchers?!" is more like it.=D
minx wrote at3:05 PM
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Friday, March 28, 2008 5:35 PM
there's icing on this cake
Previously men and women with respectable positions in society. Someone's loved aunt and uncle, sister and brother, wife and husband, mother and father. Ones with great precision and skill, bright minds and hearts.
Now, tell time from meal times. In between those, they reminisce of time that was, as candidly as possible. Sometimes with bouts of smiling sadness.
"My name's Mary Goonting. Goonting like the scissors!" *gestures fingers to resemble scissors*
"Anthony, kill me, Anthony. My whole body's paining." *bangs back of head on wall*
"Doooon't change the channnnnel!" *slurs from unable to keep head up*
"I can't hear you. I ask them to pour the water on my head, they pour in my ears." - says one losing his hearing
"I'm so happy you brought this fan. I will take good care of it." =)
"Old man, sit down, old man!" - says one old man to the other
"Must find good boyfriend ya! Men these days are very bad." =D
*reads off a board* "Am...I...disturbing...you. YES!"
"When are you coming back?" - hits every time
PoPo, ScissorsLeg, CarynChann, Tai Ka Che, Ducky, Crabbie
There's reason to smile yet.
It's all thanks to them. And one more.
Now, tell time from meal times. In between those, they reminisce of time that was, as candidly as possible. Sometimes with bouts of smiling sadness.
"My name's Mary Goonting. Goonting like the scissors!" *gestures fingers to resemble scissors*
"Anthony, kill me, Anthony. My whole body's paining." *bangs back of head on wall*
"Doooon't change the channnnnel!" *slurs from unable to keep head up*
"I can't hear you. I ask them to pour the water on my head, they pour in my ears." - says one losing his hearing
"I'm so happy you brought this fan. I will take good care of it." =)
"Old man, sit down, old man!" - says one old man to the other
"Must find good boyfriend ya! Men these days are very bad." =D
*reads off a board* "Am...I...disturbing...you. YES!"
"When are you coming back?" - hits every time
PoPo, ScissorsLeg, CarynChann, Tai Ka Che, Ducky, CrabbieThere's reason to smile yet.
It's all thanks to them. And one more.
minx wrote at5:35 PM
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Rain is God's way of giving us the opportunity to tell people that there is hope yet for them.
It's when you can use the gifts you've been given to lend a hand. As I repeatedly smiled a yourwelcome in return for the countless thankyous and shoulder pats, I remember feeling glad to be given this.
So, it is only fitting to look up with hands out under the rain and echo Evey Hammond, "God is in the rain."
I thank You for the rain.
=)
It's when you can use the gifts you've been given to lend a hand. As I repeatedly smiled a yourwelcome in return for the countless thankyous and shoulder pats, I remember feeling glad to be given this.
So, it is only fitting to look up with hands out under the rain and echo Evey Hammond, "God is in the rain."
I thank You for the rain.
=)
minx wrote at5:21 PM
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moments like these
It's bright out. With storm clouds and winds that threaten to tell the secret I whispered into it just a moment ago.
My mind screams 'blackmail!'. But my heart knows that even if the leaves flutter cheekily and the curtains sway gleefully to that that the wind has leaked to them, none else will know. The wind is my ally.
The picture outside my window mirrors all that is running through me. The numbing, the woes, the pseudo-joy. Picking at fingers, it is only awe that I have for this beautiful weather. So poised and graceful and altogether, wonderful. Rumbles of distant thunder and the promise of rain nudge to remind of the wonders of one greater than I.
And to think that this greater one thinks of me with love leaves me dumbstruck.
As I type this, the first patters of rain hits my roof alerting me of the beauty I'm about to witness. And as always I look over my shoulder hoping to get a little glimpse of beauty but my eyes fail me. Despair, I shall not because the smell of rain is treat enough. For now, for now.
I won't deny how difficult it is to finish this post. It is difficult not to stare at moving clouds and listen to the chirps of the mischievous lone bird that wishes to fly a moment longer in an empty sky. The brief rain's made the air damp enough only to pique my senses.
It's moments like these that harbor me through the roughest patches.
And it is moments like these that reiterate that there is Much greater than I.
My mind screams 'blackmail!'. But my heart knows that even if the leaves flutter cheekily and the curtains sway gleefully to that that the wind has leaked to them, none else will know. The wind is my ally.
The picture outside my window mirrors all that is running through me. The numbing, the woes, the pseudo-joy. Picking at fingers, it is only awe that I have for this beautiful weather. So poised and graceful and altogether, wonderful. Rumbles of distant thunder and the promise of rain nudge to remind of the wonders of one greater than I.
And to think that this greater one thinks of me with love leaves me dumbstruck.
As I type this, the first patters of rain hits my roof alerting me of the beauty I'm about to witness. And as always I look over my shoulder hoping to get a little glimpse of beauty but my eyes fail me. Despair, I shall not because the smell of rain is treat enough. For now, for now.
I won't deny how difficult it is to finish this post. It is difficult not to stare at moving clouds and listen to the chirps of the mischievous lone bird that wishes to fly a moment longer in an empty sky. The brief rain's made the air damp enough only to pique my senses.
It's moments like these that harbor me through the roughest patches.
And it is moments like these that reiterate that there is Much greater than I. minx wrote at3:56 PM
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008 9:14 PM
a jump and squeeze from behind
The ocean miles are two phrases of time, now, long gone.
Handwritten letters to a pseudo-war tucked inside brown paper wrapped boxes packed to the rim.
Then tied affectionately with strings and addressed with a blue permanent marker.
The ensuing wait silently eats away at thoughts.
How every phone call began with a questioning Hello? with hopes to hear a particular voice in return. And how difficult it was to guise the disappointment when it wasn't.
Three months apart does funny things to you. The stories of people who have walked in (and all over!) your life only comes to life in pictures conjured by the mind. Their smiles when you pulled a funny. Or the way they hid tears when you left. That's the impact you have inadvertently had over them. It's only you who could do all of that in one sitting.
For that, I'm proud.
Thanks for being back in one piece. Bullying behavior and everything, intact.
The shifting sounds from the bottom bunk never sounded better.
*love*
Handwritten letters to a pseudo-war tucked inside brown paper wrapped boxes packed to the rim.
Then tied affectionately with strings and addressed with a blue permanent marker.
The ensuing wait silently eats away at thoughts.
How every phone call began with a questioning Hello? with hopes to hear a particular voice in return. And how difficult it was to guise the disappointment when it wasn't.
Three months apart does funny things to you. The stories of people who have walked in (and all over!) your life only comes to life in pictures conjured by the mind. Their smiles when you pulled a funny. Or the way they hid tears when you left. That's the impact you have inadvertently had over them. It's only you who could do all of that in one sitting.For that, I'm proud.
Thanks for being back in one piece. Bullying behavior and everything, intact.The shifting sounds from the bottom bunk never sounded better.
*love*
minx wrote at9:14 PM
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