doodling around.

( Vanilla Twilight - Owl City )

This is a very nice song. hahahaha. today i got the goods from junyi. now i need to do sample this stuff..arrgh. will finish by tomorrow. will finish by tomorrow. later i will do a bit too. wednesday duty.. i cant wait for thursday friday!

singapore was never big on halloween! its never been in our blood. we treat it like a retarded child that has just put his hand on your inner thighs- most just gradually distance themselves from it, some will take it as the slightest excuse to party, and few embrace that poor retarded child for him being him.

( Times - Tenth Avenue North )

i always wondered where they got the soundtracks for movies and shows from. i mean, there are all sorts of different artists, with different kinds of sound.. they must have scoured through thousands of tracks. audio marathon!

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ha ha ha! nicole!

okay i realise i have not been arting. this was from way back, when UP hadn't come out yet and i was super excited about it and the squarehead man and the fat kid!



this is what tiffany teo sees when she sees a bird on the street. that is one disturbed girl, that one.



ah well. thats all i have. and it isn't even recent. i shall strive for better!

this has been a fantastic weekend. seriously, it's been such a blast. started with that little off, an hour of sublime refreshment. then a dinner for much needed comfort contacts. friday, clem. saturday, cell in the morning, and gamer in the afternoon, and music in the night. sunday, music in the MORNING! hahaha. then church, early for prayer. awesome, awesome worship, to an awesome, awesome God. and a realistic sermon to chew on. after that was lunch with the cell again, where cal and i shared half an entire chicken of chicken rice hahahaha, and dessert! my goodness. dessert. we had durian mousse at this place called dessert baby. durian should be banned from coming in such a form it is too awesome. it is like liquefied manna, but instead of honey you get durian.

yes. man. i feel so charged up. because when i'm weak, then i am strong. Christ has my full attention, and this week is going to get owned.

i have funky new Oriental style bedsheets that smell like balloon rubber.

william fitzsimmons is my new hero.
joshua radin
the kings of convenience
the frames/glenhansard/the swell season
mraz/mayer

and maybe i should check out jackjohnson and james morrison for real.

O God, most loving Comforter,
I pray that you will always turn what is evil into good,
and what is good into what is better.
Turn my mourning into joy,
my wandering feet into the right path,
my ignorance into knowledge of your truth,
my lukewarmness into zeal,
my fear into love,
all my material goods into a spiritual gift,
all my earthly desires,
all that is transient into what lasts forever,
everything human into what is divine,
everything created and finite into that sovereign and immeasurable good
which you yourself are,
O my God and Savior. Amen.

Thomas à Kempis,  15th century

on the 28th August 2009, tiff, yingen, kif, and i went to send poh off to Pohston at the airpoht- thats right, she's going to leave singa-poh for FOUR WHOLE YEARS. tif and kif (hey that rhymes!) went early, and had wayyyyy too much free time. so they ended up designing pohsters for her, because KIF FORGOT TO BRING THE SIGNS. soon, drawings of pohpiah, lampohsts, and the dreaded red demonic teletubby, Poh, appeared. DUMDUMDUMDUUUMMMMMMMM. we met up with Poh in real life soon after, where keith started to call her charizard. incidentally, thats a pohkemon! so many peopoh came to send her off. it was quite an emotional time man. a surprising number of the pohsons she knew were super poh pohtographers! they were snapping all around, taking pohtos and videos everywhere! even of us dispohlaying our random pohsters. one of them took a pohlaroid of us, which she kept. :)

we're not really in a pohsition to understand how she feels, yet. i mean, we've never left singapoh and all our friends like that before. it must be rather intimidating. but seeing all your friends there smiling, surrounding you with such pohfect love.. its amazing! you are there for a specific pohpohse, poh! :)

we left early, because we all had stuff early the next day, and i had to wake up in 5 hours by then. and on the way back, we kept seeing 'poh's everywhere. its like we were pohsessed. east coast pohk, ex-poh, pohlice pohst.. we laughed until our tummies were almost going to expohde. but it was a good kinda laughter. a cathartic, releasing kind. a deep breath kinda laughter.

siiiiigh hahah! i get corpohral in a month plus or so.

that it, if i pass my IPohPohT. :P

take care char! don't learn how to poh-dance ah!

many people left/ are going to leave. i miss you guys already!! hahah but in another sense its so awesome seeing you guys growing and going, according to His plan for you. i know He has the very best held up in store. its very exciting to see these things real-time, though it is quite surreal as well.. regardless of that, go knowing that you will be dearly missed and are and will continue to be dearly loved and we got your back in prayer! 4 years will pass real fast. eternity, not quite so quickly. :P

lovejon!

YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS OUT ITS SO NICE OHMYGAHZ

eh rubber.

I think it's time, we give it up
And figure out what's stopping us
From breathing easy, and talking straight
The way is clear if you're ready now
The volunteer is slowing down
And taking time to save himself

The little cracks they escalated
And before we knew it was too late
For making circles and telling lies

You're moving too fast for me
And I can't keep up with you
Maybe if you slowed down for me
I could see you're only telling
Lies, lies, lies
Breaking us down with your
Lies, lies, lies
When will you learn?

my friend told me a gross story today.

he said there was one time, he saw this girl on the bus. she was sitting in those seats where 2 seats face each other, right at the front of the bus, you know? facing the back of the bus. she had a file or something on her lap, and her elbows propped on that, and her fingers interlocked to create this platform which she rested her head on. she was sleeping.

across her sat this bangla worker. (no racist hues here) and he coughed. and he spat a glob of phlegm out and it flew, like a homing missile, onto the girl's crossed finger platform, which was just in front of her mouth. THIS IS NOT THE GROSS PART. she cracked open her eyes, and saw the globule of green phlegm sitting on her hands, and thought it was hers, so, when she thought no one was looking, she SUCKED IT UP.

LKSJdhfsldkjfghkldfjghklsdjhflkJHGLKADHGKJH
GDKJHSGFKLHGSLKGJHDLKJFHLDJHoaugdlksjhfgljHDSgsldhfgls
dkhglsdkjhfljsfhgsrgj AHHHHHHHHHHNIGHTMARES
now try to get THAT out of your head.

i was washing my face just now, and wondering why my face wasn't getting any less oily.
i looked up at the bottle, and realised that i had been washing my face with moisturizing lotion.

will someone sing with me?

take this sinking boat
and point it home;
we've still got time.

Hello! This is Mr Bean. He's a Human Bean, and maybe a Has-Bean too. He claims to have nothing to do whatsoever with my innermost thoughts, but i dont believe him!






and there just aren't enough hours at the end of the day.