tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61829622011-07-08T21:41:23.783+08:00sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comBlogger5481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-19424428568878287952009-07-27T23:27:00.003+08:002009-07-30T23:38:05.059+08:00

These past few months have been nothing short of tumultuous. Within the span of seven months, I made and lost a very good friend, I screwed up several other friendships and I nearly lost one of the most important people in my life. I was selfish and irresponsible and that caused hurt to many people whom I care about and who care for me.I'm truly sorry, for the hurt that my actions have caused,

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This postcard on PostSecret made me think of a Neruda poem:Clenched SoulWe have lost even this twilight.No one saw us this evening hand in handwhile the blue night dropped on the world.I have seen from my windowthe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.Sometimes a piece of sunburned like a coin in my hand.I remembered you with my soul clenchedin that sadness of mine that you know.Where

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you can't lose what you never had.

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And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.The night turns on its invisible wheels,and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,we will go together, over the waters of time.No one else will travel through the shadows with me,only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.Your hands have

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你在哪里? 这些年来如意不如意?还快乐?还单纯?还美丽?时光如何对你?我在这里人海中的一座岛屿很平静，风平浪静只除了深夜里回忆会疯狂来袭我很想你你知道吗如果可以就让我再见你美好微笑清澈眼睛好确定那持离只毁了我一个而已我很想你听见了吗?这是唯一我无解的困境那些过去不肯过去不管我后来遇见多少人只能叹息都不是你

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This is heartbreaking.

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I should stop being useless.

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Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. Now, we all know that the first two pigs had their houses blown away by the big bad wolf. It's the story of the third pig that we are interested in. He built his sturdy house with bricks and try as it might, the wolf was unable to huff and puff and blow it down. The third pig put in a lot of effort into decorating his new house. He furnished it

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I am frankly quite exhausted of all this. Sian.

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I have never felt so bad in a long time.Tonight the weight of the world, of my past, sits squarely on my shoulders. Its legs are hooked around my neck, its torso lies limply across my head, its flailing arms slap me across the face as I try to move forward. And with every step I take, it feels like I'm stumbling back five more. I don't even know why I'm so lost, what I've lost and what I'm about

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Today, I learnt that some friendships truly have expiration dates. There are so many kinds of friendships. Some friends happen to be at the right place at the right time; they fill in a gap that other friends have created and their friendship is like a brilliant display of fireworks- beautiful, extravagant, but ultimately fleeting. Some friends have been there for all your life, and yet every

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I'm afraid of what you think.

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I think this owns all the Superbowl commercials:

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my bed induces sleep instantly when i don't want to sleep.but when i lie down and tuck myself init takes me more than an hour to doze off.does this mean i should sleep sitting up from now on? :/

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In my statistics class today, my classmates actually asked the professor why they weren't allowed to use their handphones, iPhones or computers as a calculator during the exam. O_OAnd when the professor told us that we need to check regularly for any messages that he might post on the school intranet, this girl went 'could you just email us instead?'.O_O O_OIt makes me wonder what technology is

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突然好想家。这个MTV勾起了太多回忆。坐在咖啡店吃饭时汗流浃背，在 Bugis field 看别人踢球，穿美美去 Esplanade 看演出，在 Orchard Road 悠闲的逛街。。我现在过的生活虽然有几分相像，但始终不同。可能，我一直延迟回家的计划，是怕一旦回去，就再也不想回来。但是，我还是很幸运。去到哪里，都能感受到‘家人’的温馨。

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**SPOILER ALERT FOR CORALINE**Courtesy of Ian's brother, I had a free ticket to watch Coraline yesterday. I must admit that I wasn't too excited about it, simply because my natural reaction to any cartoon/animation movie is 'errr, it's probably going to be lame'. But I realise that I've been proven wrong a couple of times, at least with Enchanted and now with this. Anyway, back to Coraline. The

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I realise I have a tendency to dwell in the past. It doesn't help that I keep all sorts of paraphernalia from yesteryear- love letters, postcards, boxes of chocolates never opened, little riff-raffs from events that I've gone for, movie and ticket stubs (my Broadway ticket collection is a prized one) and now it looks like I'm about to start collecting state quarters (yay Ruth!).It's also funny

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Spring might finally be here!! :DToday I walked to school (after missing the NYU bus again :/) and it was such a different experience. For one, there were tons of people who were out walking as well and enjoying the beautiful weather (i.e. 15 degrees and sunny). I could actually see people's faces because they were not covered behind scarfs, balaclavas, or simply faced towards the ground. But the

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This CNY is a little different from previous years. Well, granted CNY will never be the same if I don't spend it back home in Singapore with my family and friends, but on 初一 this year, I decided to do something a little different. I participated in Hope 2009, a New York City annual project to count and survey the number of homeless people in all 5 boroughs. Initially I was really apprehensive

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I'm back back back in New York City and it has never felt better or more like home.Perhaps it's because this time I came from Europe, where I pretty much lived like a nomad and out of a suitcase for most of the time I was there. It was quite an inexplicably wondrous feeling plastering my face to the Super Shuttle window and watching the Empire State building come into view with the rest of the

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First day of my Eastern Europe tour and I'm down with a fever. I'm not quite sure if it's because I miss my family too much, though I suspect it's the result of taking Ponstan in the middle of the night with an empty stomach. In any case, it always sucks to be sick and alone when you're in a foreign country, and I kinda wish I got back on that plane with them to warm warm Singapore.Still, we had

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In the middle of finals week; I've two finals tomorrow (Italian and Italian film- which is going to be a bit of a joke) and once again I'm procrastinating by blog-surfing and watching Friends (which is a wonderful source of stress relief >> PIVOT! PIVOT!). Almost every blog that I've gone to has an entry on homesickness and the desire to return home, and I guess that has aroused my homesickness

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I want to blog.But I have too much work ):1. Italian Final (aiuta!)2. Italian Film Final (12 films)3. Family & Gender essay (10 pages) and presentation (8 mins)Big silver lining: my family coming on Thursday >> 4 MORE DAYS :DCOME ON.

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I sit cross-legged in a bell jar. I have prepared the placards for today; some of them have auxiliary verbs ('I am ___', or 'I feel ____' or 'I want ____') while the others are adjectives ('happy' or 'crappy' or 'non c'è male'). It's a game of mix-and-match, of permutations and combinations; the results are infinite, but the feeling is always the same. I am not sure how or when exactly I got

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Why is there winter?-Because in every aspect of life there is a time for death.Here's another:Why do things change?

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I don't suppose this is the most auspicious birthday message ever, and I also have a feeling that it's going against all rules of superstition, but it's something that I must write about tonight. Today my Ah Ma turns 86, although on her birthday cake there will only be 8 big candles and 2 smaller ones (it's like this every year). The entire family had dinner at Meritus Mandarin and there would

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独坐空堂上，谁可与欢者？出门临永路，不见行车马。登高望九州，悠悠分旷野。孤鸟西北飞，离兽东南下。日暮思亲友，晤言用自写。-阮籍－－梦在远方化成一缕纱 随风飘散你的模样。突然真正地感受到 ”菊花台“ 的歌词。我需要k-therapy.

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These 2 postcards on PostSecret really touched me >>all our lives, for love.happy (forgotten) fifteenth.

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Whoot. Just came back from one helluva biking tour around the Chianti region and I've never felt more unfit in my life (except during OBK). I was happily reading reviews about how easy it was and thinking that it was going to be like night cycling with the MOE people.. whilst conveniently forgetting that unlike Singapore, Italy has tons of hills :/ It got a little unglam when the guide had to

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Last week my Family & Gender (once again, FAG) class went to the Fondazione Lisio, one of the few remaining institutions in Italy dedicated to preserving the art of silk-weaving. Although I've visited quite a number of silk factories in China before, somehow I'd never seen the art of silk-weaving in this light: a thousand (I actually counted) spools of thread yearning forward, pulled taut and

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Where are you, my black fiendIn my darkest moments you leaveThey say you are the only one I can always count on to be thereBut take away lightAnd there you GoYour Chaplinesque movements offer no reprieveIn dim light you come back sheepishly In brightness we straddleYou are meAnd yet, notYou are The familiar face ofNoses I’ve rubbed, eyes I’ve looked into, Mouths and faces I’ve smiled and cursed,

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Warning: Incoherence Ahead Tonight, I feel empty.It’s an ironic kind of emptiness because my mind is so full of things. I want to blog about all the traveling that I’ve done in the last couple of weeks, I want to talk about the wonderful silk factory I visited last Thursday, I want to talk about the episode of Grey's and DH I just watched, I even want to talk about my grandma and how much she

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Yes, Obamania or Obamination or whatever can be conjugated with his name has indeed struck!!! I couldn't help wishing that I was back in New York last night to witness this historic event, to be out on the streets experiencing the euphoria and joy of the American people, to be out celebrating that the right choice has been made. While I can't say that I know enough about American politics to

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penso di il mio principesca con i miei genitori ciclismo insieme. (:

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I think I just had one of the most amazing days of my life. My Family and Gender (abbrev. FAG :/) class went on a field trip to the thermal baths of Bagno Vignoni and the little town of Pienza today. Basically our professor brought us there because she wanted to show us how the thermal baths were the only place during the Renaissance when women could actively socialize and be seen in the open

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I really enjoy reading his previous blog entries. Yes, you, Weibiao. Somehow it's very therapeutic to read his poems, his one-liner entries, his discourse on life, his random ramblings. There's a poetic beauty in the way the dates of certain entries coincide with events that relate to my own life; there's heartache when I read poems relating to his ex-girlfriend (not because I'm jealous); there's

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finally, time to blog.living along one of the busiest streets in Florence has its merits. you hear the pulse of the city beating past your window: horses trotting, cars honking, drunken singing, sirens screaming...people protesting!lol yes, early monday morning i was desperately trying to get my wireless to work, and in the background i could hear the sound of whistles and chanting, which was

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我想， 我在这一生中，没有如此地想家过。在这个城市里，大家各自的思念都化为自私。什么朋友，什么知己， 都是虚构的幻想。或许我也如他们一样， 不肯放弃和背叛自己的理想。想忍耐和 suck it up， 却被贬为 ‘好好小姐’。这应该是独立的真正考验－在一个完全陌生（人与环境）的地方寻找与保护自己，挑战自己能不能在11天的自由行后平安地回学上课。我想父母一定不回赞成。可是我不想败给自私，败给遗失的诺言。外国的月亮虽然比较圆，比较亮，但遮盖她的乌云却污毁了她的美。求求你快点来，让我从新对人类有信心。

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There are days when I'm really happy to be here in Florence, living the pseudo-European life, gazing wide-eyed at this culture and city that is so very different from what I'm used to both in Singapore and in New York. There are days when I'm slightly more critical; when I indulge in complaining (usually to Weibiao) about the little inconveniences, the extreme prices of commodities that I've

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First day of classes went pretty well and miraculously I wasn't late for my Elementary Italian having missed the bus thanks to a 7 Euro 酸辣汤 ＋ 饭. Basically there was a cover charge (1.80 Euro), the soup cost 3.50 Euro and the rice cost a whopping 1.80 Euro. I'm really going to have to either curb my Asian food cravings or find a cheap Asian supermarket. But otherwise, the city never fails to amaze

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So I couldn't get to sleep last night because the vehicles on my street were roaring past with a vengeance. (Kum Weng, this is totally comparable to your old apartment on the 5th floor.) It can be quite a delightful auditory experience when you're not trying to sleep: you hear the car/scooter/ambulance all the way from up the street, anticipate its arrival as it accelerates towards you and then

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You are sleeping. In your dreams, you might be traversing some precarious cliff, or perhaps navigating the treacherous terrain of Mario-land with your family, when suddenly *ddddddddddDDDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *ddddddddddddDDDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*For a moment you think your dream landscape has shifted, that perhaps you're in the middle of Singapore's inaugural

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Is it possible to miss someone even though he is right in front of you? Not with any negative connotations- I don’t miss the way he used to be, the way he used to act, the words he used to say- I love him the way he is now. But I miss him, in the most future tense possible. I miss him because I know that I am going to miss him, because I anticipate that I’m going to miss him, and because I can

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-9048709191237920862008-06-26T00:31:00.003+08:002008-06-26T01:02:27.645+08:00

最近，不知道为什么，总是感到很沉闷可能是（没）工作的压力， 又或许是自己偏爱胡思乱想的怪癖原来闲着的日子会如此地乏味，如此地让人感到卑微。力不从心：－ 不是没有力，而是力气不足于实现心里的欲望这不是借口，只是对自己的不满而引起的牢骚对自己的不满也不少：人一旦贪心，就会发觉两败俱伤的威胁其实很大这几年，以为自己学会了不谈心，不自私，可是，历史的黑影始终跟在屁股后面。但愿我们在离合的当儿，能够一起欣赏月亮和彼此的阴晴圆缺。－－最近，如果没有你，我会更加沉默。但你一直都没有对我说。。。

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The summer heat is getting to me.It's the kind of heat that puts your sweat glands on overdrive, such that your jeans are plastered to your legs, your t-shirt to your back, your hair to the crook of your neck. It's the kind of heat that makes you want to stand under an icy cold waterfall; back arched, hair down, face to the sky. It's the kind of heat that drives 5000 Singaporeans indoors to The

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Trina moved out today and it just feels so weird. Her room was always the uber-furnished part, the pseudo-neat part (except for the mornings when she had studio). Her bed was also made with the yellow blankie at the end; posters of musicals adorned the walls; we had a television, curtains, flowers. Now all that's left are three blank walls and a window I can actually see my reflection in. The bed

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after all the high from the naked juice, and coming up with the double chiasmus in my final progression, i'm suddenly flat on the ground againoverwhelmed with fatigue and the deluge of emotions that have welling up these few days.i'm really tired. ):

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On Stress:A new manifestation of this coping strategy that has attracted much attention recently is the tendency to immerse oneself in the online world of the Internet. Kimberly Young has described a syndrome called Internet addiction, which consists of spending an inordinate amount of time on the Internet and inability to control online use. People who exhibit this syndrome tend to feel anxious,

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-73221024797776048972008-05-02T09:07:00.002+08:002008-05-02T09:32:07.668+08:00

I can't believe I'm blogging about the end of a semester again. Well, more like the end of classes since finals aren't over yet :/ But this is pretty much the finale of my freshman year, and as of now, I must say I'm pretty contented with what I've experienced so far at NYU.I've no idea whether I'll be disillusioned with this college by the time I'm a senior or even a sophomore. The education

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-12648440129110611402008-04-26T06:21:00.002+08:002008-04-26T06:35:27.562+08:00

I'm in a cheery mood after a week of emotional upheavals! I suspect it has something to do with the fact that Mamma Mia is playing non-stop in my head (: Joanna and I had standing row tickets for the musical yesterday and i LOVED it :D Glitzy costumes, big hair, crazy dancing and super fun songs! Can't wait for the movie to come out! Though I probably won't be able to catch it on the big screen

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She would not say of any one in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even

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In the span of a few days, color has descended upon New York, more specifically, Washington Square Park. There are now pretty pink trees that greet you at the park entrances; squirrels scurry up and down the trunks, playing hide-and-seek and avoiding the frisbees that whiz past their homes; the jazz bands are out in full force in front of Garibaldi again; a man is offering free hugs (i was almost

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-62211742970284032782008-04-18T13:59:00.005+08:002008-04-18T14:45:57.089+08:00

A song that is irrelevantly germane:(do pardon the cheesy karaoke-style lyrics)Brave-Idina MenzelI had the pleasure of watching both Idina Menzel and Josh Groban perform "live" at a PBS screening in the Lincoln Center Rose Hall that day and it was PHENOMENAL. My suitemate won tickets from Idina Menzel's fanclub website and she invited me along, but we didn't even know that Josh Groban was singing

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-25293570625727943992008-04-17T14:29:00.003+08:002008-04-17T14:36:11.983+08:00

The lyrics of this song are haunting me.My Own Worst Enemy- Idina MenzelIn the rosesIn the springI rememberThere was a timeI wasn’t afraid of anythingBut with the lilacsAnd the rainOne day you went awayI rememberI forgot everythingMy mother’s always trying to tell meHow to be grateful how to believeMy father’s always trying to sayBaby you’re beautiful in every wayMy lover’s always got me in his

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-39796779184893953282008-04-14T21:02:00.002+08:002008-04-14T21:14:44.485+08:00

It's 4 degrees again and that depresses me.That and the fact that I feel like my heart just unseated itself and took a bungee jump off my third rib. It's vacillating, bouncing up and down, quite willing to stop but yet unwilling to go back.You can stare at the screen for as long as you want, click mindlessly and 'focus' on the images, while your mind's a thousand miles away and the images in

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The sensation of spring isthe smell of roasting kebabs, onions and crepes wafting through the street stalls,the taste of pure, fresh, icy lemonade rushing down your throat,the sight of bright red, Wicked-Witchesque candy apples beckoning to you,the sound of jazz bands playing in the park with the harmony of children's laughter,the touch of people brushing against you because the streets are once

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Stuck in my tiny room in New York, and I can't help ruminating on how I should be out there in the big city, making some sense of my experience here. But as it is, there are always restrictions, and today's comes in the form of my big psych test tomorrow. I really enjoy psych though, and am pretty glad that I'm not finding it nauseatingly science-y or repulsively so. At least this will make one

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-89116517159879836402008-03-25T03:38:00.007+08:002008-03-25T05:41:51.970+08:00

So, I was feeling somewhat bored just now and I don't know why I've never tried this before, but I began to experiment with the image editing effects in iPhoto. And.. voila, I think I managed to come up with some pretty cool stuff (:For some reason, the photos are not showing up on the blogger editing page as they usually do, so the arrangement of this post is going to be kind of weird. But bear

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OMG NEW FAVOURITE SONG! THE JUNO SOUNDTRACK IS AMAZING.Tree Hugger- Kimya DawsonThe flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"The tree said, "I wish I could beA different kind of tree,The cat wished that it was a bee,The turtle wished that it could flyReally high into the sky,Over rooftops and then diveDeep into the sea.And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big

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Just watched Juno, and I love it so much (: It's witty, refreshing, sweet .. with just the right amount of tenderness. Loved Ellen Page's acting, loved the dialogue and witty banter, and I felt it taught a lot about the expectations that we all carry as a burden in our lives, and how sometimes, being forced to swing that burden away could be what we all need once in a while.And I'm glad to say

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Back from Costa Rica! It was an awesome, awesome trip despite the many dramatic moments. It was actually nice and refreshing to be somewhat cut off from the world that I'm so used to, admittedly that of Facebook, Hotmail and Skype. This abstinence was not absolute because I had internet access in San Jose and La Fortuna, but it was just sufficient for some quiet alone (sleeping) time. Pura Vida

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-78204211856907435982008-02-27T13:41:00.003+08:002008-02-27T13:50:24.936+08:00

a sudden frustration with writing;it's so ironic that i'm writing an essay on doubt and change and these are the two mechanisms that are grappling with each other at the heart of my essay.also tired with having to read 11 pages of Wordsworth, and then having to identify the changes in tenses and derive some form of meaning from that.too much to do, too little time.all a girl wants is some quality

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Suddenly I find myself on familiar ground that is supposed to be strange,and I think to myself, "We got here too soon". It's like I'm a spectator, watching a reality show of sorts.At times I can participate, vote if you wish.But at other times I realise-There are too many things in life we cannot hit 'rewind' for.

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-77912761207610899392008-02-22T01:58:00.002+08:002008-02-22T01:59:32.492+08:00

you will have four dreams later,you won't remember all of them,but come find me anyway (:and there'll be magic on the eighth.

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-19977046227312018362008-02-19T11:13:00.003+08:002008-02-19T11:17:04.226+08:00

oh, when i need you,you're almost hereand i know that's not enoughand when i'm with you,i'm close to tearscos you're only almost here.but it's not your fault..

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-82795976402692412532008-02-16T00:41:00.005+08:002008-02-17T13:13:50.718+08:00

Skin FullI laugh till my jaw unhinges,we hold me in with ribboning fingers.Moderation in moderation. Who said that?It makes extraordinary sense to me.You say that life is a three-legged race.They show us the door and we have some difficulty,bound like that from thigh to ankle. The street is a blanket. We will sleep with you on your front, me on your back.The night will be endless and we will be

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-65462303937141140952008-02-14T03:37:00.008+08:002008-02-16T00:40:53.157+08:00

I went to watch the ‘Return of the Spice Girls’ Concert two nights ago with my suitemate, Karina, and it was SO PHENOMENAL. The energy level was amazing, the set design was impeccable, the costumes were glitzy and eye-catching… the only minor glitch was when Geri forgot one of her lines in “Wannabe”. Haha. But that made for an extremely entertaining moment! And better still, it proved that they

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独在异乡为异客，每逢佳节倍思亲。Not sure if these are the right words, but loosely translated, it means:As a foreign guest in a foreign land,The pangs of homesickness are intensified every festive season.Yes, terrible translation. I guess it shows that some things are really a lot more beautiful in Chinese. Haha.It's weird knowing that it's 除夕now and I'm sitting here, poring over The Norton Anthology of Poetry,

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-64538231248861499012008-02-04T13:04:00.000+08:002008-02-04T14:00:02.518+08:00

Defeated by rising inflation With the rising cost of living, how much is a healthy savings account really worth to youth? By Debbie YongPIGGY PUZZLE: Oh, how to fill up the piggy bank when inflation is soaring?I GIVE up. I am not saving any more.With the relentlessly rising cost of living, the exercise seems futile.I had initially tried to curb my bohemian nature by trying to put aside some money

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-76129613218464301462008-01-30T08:08:00.000+08:002008-01-30T08:20:00.296+08:00

An excerpt from The Canonization by John Donne:Call us what you will, we're made such by love; Call her one, me another fly,We're tapers too, and at our own cost die, And we in us find th' eagle and the dove. The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us: we two being one, are it.So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit. We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this

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because.. that's all we've got.sometimes it's not that i choose to wallow in my own self-pity/sadnessi'm trying just as hard to make things better,make a difference, somehow.be more responsible, take more initiative, PLAN.but i guess you have more options.what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.i'm already learning..it's not who you can live with, but who you can't live without.Not Waving But

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-16674173221105293022008-01-25T12:01:00.000+08:002008-01-25T12:08:44.767+08:00

the greatest kind of lonelinessis when you realise you have no one to depend on but yourself,when you're surrounded by 1,537,195 people who don't make a difference,when your best friend is your chirpy alter-ego.i've shed too much.幸福搭配悲伤 同时在我心交叉 挫折的眼泪不能测试爱的重量 付出的爱收不回 还欠你的我不能给 别把我心也带走 去跟随time to toughen up, sheena.

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And now back to New York:Back to using my crappy Motorola Razr; having to adjust to the different buttons after using both Sony Ericcson and Nokia for the past monthBack to having to wear multiple layers everytime I go out; having to lower my head to avoid the harsh winds that mercilessly slap you across the faceBack to listening to the nice hobo on the street shout "1 MINUTEEEE" at me while I

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-36254509702934849872008-01-24T12:56:00.000+08:002008-01-24T14:30:27.444+08:00

Once you've been to paradise, it's hard to leave.-Banner at T3And what an amazing month I spent in Singapore (with one week in Shanghai). There's nothing quite like visiting home i.e. being a visitor in your own home, knowing that your stay is temporary and transient. It honestly made coming back to New York even harder than when I first left.I remember a lot of eating and laughing, and eating

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-16634187500670045982008-01-13T23:23:00.000+08:002008-01-14T10:56:33.342+08:00

Kerrie and I met the cutest little girl on the bus that day (:We were sitting behind her.(Some snippets of our 'conversation')Kerr: Do you know you're not supposed to talk to strangers?Cute girl: Yes.. (sheepishly but still beaming)Me (whispering): Omg she's so cute I want to take a photo of her.Kerr: Haha she will probably let you takeCG: I WANT TO TAKE PHOTO!!And then,CG: I WANT TO TAKE PHOTO

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-64210410707656517802008-01-03T23:22:00.000+08:002008-01-06T23:15:05.502+08:00

HELLO AND HAPPY NEW YEAR (:I am finally home. Well, at least for the next 16 days or so. It's somewhat surreal to be sitting here on my bed again after 4 months away. But I guess what's more surreal is feeling as if I've never left, as if the memories of the past 4 months belong in some sort of alternative memory that are mine and yet someone else's.Memories are like a still life painted by ten

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-33223576004596037082007-12-18T10:55:00.000+08:002007-12-18T11:27:46.321+08:00

So, I have 12/13 chapters to go for my World Cultures Final and one essay to complete on Medea before Thursday, but I went to watch The Color Purple (starring Fantasia!) last night and a performance of Without You by Anthony Rapp just now.The Color Purple was pretty good, or at least it got a lot better towards the end. I must admit that I couldn't quite get what they were talking about at first

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-20515026746482648482007-12-13T08:42:00.000+08:002007-12-13T08:57:08.383+08:00

Today's the last day of classes!!! :D:DIt's unbelievable how quickly this semester has passed by. Well, in retrospect at least. I was just looking at my diary that day and I realised that the last time I wrote on it was on 26th August i.e. when I was on the plane to New York. And now, I'm getting ready for finals, I've had all the end-of-semester farewells, tons of teacher evaluation forms to

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-52923709080403937892007-12-09T13:46:00.000+08:002007-12-09T13:47:01.436+08:00

why?why didn't he...?it's going to be a long night.

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-18126072503392525082007-12-09T03:45:00.000+08:002007-12-09T04:03:48.971+08:00

The advent of winter escalates one's level of inertia to frightening heights. It has become a comfort to just hole up in my room with the internet and Friends, in my comfortable slacks and t-shirt, instead of having to pile on 3-4 layers (especially because I'm sick and coughing) just to brave the cold.It's not that bad if it's just mere cold air. But when the wind blows, I literally feel as if

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-29426290646803627422007-11-30T05:48:00.000+08:002007-11-30T06:08:00.029+08:00

This morning, a homeless man wished me happy birthday (:It would probably be more appropriate to refer to him as The Hobo of NYU though. He stands at the intersection of Washington Sq East and Waverly Place everyday, helping to direct traffic on the one-way street and giving students a time check as to how many minutes they have till their next class. Usually, I miss him cos I'm always late for

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-59823515114072397322007-11-27T14:08:00.000+08:002007-11-27T14:12:55.689+08:00

Because I'm in a relatively good mood,and we all need a bit of cheer now that Christmas (and finals) are coming..That's How You Know- Amy Adams (from Enchanted) Giselle:How does she know you love her?How does she know she's yours?Man:How does she know that you love her?Giselle:How do you show her you love her?Both:How does she know that you really, really, truly love her?How does she know that

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-74301356979983200222007-11-26T14:44:00.001+08:002007-11-26T14:58:36.669+08:00

The melancholic strains of "I Will Wait for You" from The Umbrellas of Cherbourg are starting to get to me again. Why is it that this damn show always makes me so depressed? :/Perhaps,I'm not that different after all.It feels like all this while I've been trying hard to distinguish myself, to prove my worth in some way, to reassure myself (not you) that you made the right choice.Kinda

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-21033410062838341542007-11-26T07:44:00.000+08:002007-11-26T08:51:11.908+08:00

Now that the Thanksgiving break is drawing to an end, and I'm just about recovering from my short sick bout, I feel kinda introspective.I don't know if it's been PMS (where P=pre/present/post) but I've been having really random and crazy mood swings lately, and poor Weibiao has had to bear most of it (sorry ):). Perhaps it's the homesickness- the desire to just jump on the next flight and head

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-72310289266294767792007-11-20T12:02:00.000+08:002007-11-20T12:09:44.744+08:00

-Van GoghSomehow this depicts how I feel now.So bleak, and yet so compelling.

sheezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00763733403169408669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182962.post-64249182642913921552007-11-19T14:57:00.001+08:002007-11-20T02:30:14.156+08:00

Back from Boston!!Oh boy, what an experience.Charlene and I took the 11pm Chinatown bus which was fast but really bumpy, and we reached the South Street Bus Station at 3am promptly. We tried to look for a bench to sleep on but they either had seat dividers, or were too cold, or had creepy racists on them ("Get lost, you know I hate niggers!" :/) So we walked to this tunnel which had two stone

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It's been exactly a month now,how fast, and yet, omg so so slow.But things have never been better, it's not perfect (nothing is)But I wouldn't change anything or choose to be anywhere else (:We're So Far Away- MaeRemembering, everything,about my world and when you came. Wondering, the change you’d bring, means nothing else would be the same.Did you know, what you were doing, did you know. Did

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Okay, so my mum got my dad to bring some stuff over for me, and this is what I got:4 Black Signo Pens1 Pilot Spotliter + 1 Packet of Spotliter refills (in my favourite colour :D)1 Stapler (without bullets :/)King LearThe Time Traveller's Wife (sadly bent)Spectacle Cloth1 Black Coat1 pair of White Boots1 long-sleeve top from S&K (MUM, WHY M??? :/)2 pairs of black leggings :D1 green jacket from my

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And suddenly I feel like I understand what Les Miz was all about.What does it mean to start with a clean slate?It is impossible, not only for others but for yourselfWe drag along the weight of our history like old shed skin that refuses to fall offBut instead comes to haunt us at inopportune moments.And that is how life is going to be:Feverishly trying to wipe away old stains,Or explain why they

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Hello! Since Biao has been inundating his blog with photos, I figured I should start posting some to be fair to those who don't have Facebook. Lol.It's been just about 2 months since I've came, and yet it really feels like it's been 2 years. I've visited 3 museums, watched 4 Broadway musicals and a whole host of other performances (still at least one per week :D), done a hell lot of walking (

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Reflection Time:Today during my Freshman Honors Medea class, we talked about why people fall in love. My professor's contention was that Medea fell in love with Jason because of what he represented to her- a different culture, something new that is sacred. So, Medea conditions herself to fall in love with Jason; kills her brother because she is already convinced that that is necessary for this

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When I'm upset, I drink.Not alcohol-(I would be a raging alcoholic otherwise)Just whatever liquid that is within reach.It must be in a bottle, not a cup.In the few seconds where I lift up the bottle and it covers my face I can hide my emotionsYou cannot see, youcannotsee.And in the same few seconds, I swallow my feelings, force it downIngestion, digestionAnd this is what I hope for the

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Achievement of the month:I JUST CLEANED THE ENTIRE BATHROOM ON MY OWN :D:D:DHaha now, it finally feels like I'm studying here, and that I'm not just on a super extended holiday. There was a strange kind of satisfaction as I sprayed disinfectant and Fantastik all over the tub and scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed. I felt like Bree and Orson in Desperate Housewives. But looking at the walls turn from

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We had a sharing session at Campus Crusade just now.We sat in a circle, and one by one, slowly at first, people began sharing some of their most intimate life stories. It was not really unlike what I had with my cell group in Humanz, except that this group was a lot bigger, and I guess I knew the Humanz people a lot more.There were worship songs, some that I knew, some that I didn't.And as I

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I miss you.Just a week, and it feels like everything has changed. You came and allowed me to see New York through a different lens, made me feel like such a tourist and a native at the same time. Through laughter, through song, through dancing and skipping and even through getting lost and walking around in circles.Perhaps we haven't been to all the must-sees in New York (thanks to my

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Hello!Homework has been insane lately. I slept at 5am yesterday writing an essay. I admit my time management skills aren't at their best, but it's kinda frustrating to stay in on rare sunny afternoons because I feel guilty going out when there's a pile of things to do.Then again, I spent about $60 today on books :X Haha they're truly my weakness. I went to Barnes & Nobles (Ruth insists on callig

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the power of words. so fleeting, so transient, and yet with such permanent effect. how is it that we never understand the impact our words have on others?perhaps i should learn to take things lightly; look at the intrinsic value, instead of allowing the superficial to stab me.and yet i can't help but have these words repeat ad nauseum in my head.i find smiling to be my best reply; across the

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there is so much to say and yet i don't know where to begin. perhaps some things are better left unsaid, preserved instead in memory and in good impressions.i am at once amazed and yet frightened at the volatility of relationships, how we can move in and out of each other's lives, leaving indelible marks and yet ultimately, ultimately leaving.i suspect that i'm most afraid of my own

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Argh fuck.I hate procrastination.It screws up my life.I can already feel the onslaught of PMS. Be warned, people. I apologise in advance for my rowdy behaviour.RWARRRRRRRRRRRRR. Screw you, procrastination.Screw you, me.

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