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Yesterday, Elsa, Kelyn, Nana, Stanley, Edwin and I went to Pulau Ubin. At first I was kinda reluctant to go there since I already went there with my cell group mates about a week ago. The stiffness from my overexercised muscles has barely disappeared. On top of that, many of my friends couldn't make it. Either they had another plan, or had gotten home to Indonesia. LOL But then I think, why the hell NOT. I'm going home in less than one week anyway. Why don't give ourselves a good trip to remember before :) So I agreed to be waken up early (can hear birds twittering) at 6am. ______________________________________________ After making ourselves sandwiches and bread with Nutella, we took MRT from Clementi to Pasir Ris (such a looong way to go). Then we continued by bus to Changi pier. There were thick clouds and even drizzle when we're waiting for the bus. I prayed all the way for the weather gotten better for us later. We arrived safely at the pier, and it's not crowd...

Just found this song on YouTube last night. My house mates and I were sick of studying so we started talking about old songs. This one was from my early junior high period. I remember a boy I liked gave me compilation of his favorite song (some gift, huh? kids.. LOL) Anyway, back then I love LOVE this song so much, though I didn't understand one single word of the lyrics. Then I realize, HEY, somehow I still like this song :) Enjoy. I Googled the translation and found one.. (Though I think they made it sound cheesy LOL) _____________________________________________________ The first time, I saw your smile like you were an angel that came from the sky You took away all my long depressions You were kind, my shining star, my full moon that has been my guiding light. But why did you make my heart sadden? You made me hurt, covered me in tears left me in the dark, with no way out~ But I loved you more, so very much more And now you are out of my arms I still love you, And I miss you So p...

Today I caught a glimpse of you.. I don't know is it the sun.. Is it the angle of the shadow.. Or a trick of sight.. Or maybe, just, maybe.. It's just me, missing you. As I waiting for the elevator.. A thousand what if-s echoing in my head. What if it's you. Waiting for me. Tell me that somehow, we could be happening. What if it's you. Needing me. For restless night without me by your side. What if it's you. Wanting me. Like a pair of wings, you and I were inseparable. What if it's you. Loving me. Said you are, and you'll always will. What if it's not the elevator I'm waiting for.. It's you. But here's the truth. It's bittersweet, our love. Too sweet I never wanna changed a thing. Too bitter I should know sooner or later it kills. Guess it's true that some people walk in and out of our life, and in the process they left their footprints on our heart, changed us forever, once and for all. Sing me a song baby.. It might be someone else...

I'm indifference with the title of this post. 'Out of Nowhere' or 'Blogging with Rage' I don't think both can capture my message here. Oh well.. Let's go with 'Out of Nowhere' then. Whatever. Okay, so it happened last night. In the middle of my beauty sleep. OUT OT NOWHERE. I dreamed about you. Argh! I can't elaborate further. All I can say, in my dream, I'm beyond happy. We're beyond happy. We're perfect. Then I woke up. Sweaty. With a stab of pain on my chest. Was it me that stopped breathing? Or is it my heart ceased beating? I swear, swear, swear I haven't thought about you for AGES. (now I sound like a whinny hormonal teen =_=) Okay, not that long. But still. I haven't heard from you for AGES. And I really don't care. Really. I shouldn't be, right? I can recall countless sleep more than a year ago. When a night without dreaming about you, or simply without dreaming is a bless. Because then I didn't have to cry...

Last Thursday, my cell group discussing about Seven Quality We Should be Looking in A Partner. Hmm.. We weren't actually made up the criteria ourselves. We listened to a recorded preach of one minister from a great church in Singapore. ___________________________________________________________ I've learned that instead of personality, we should look for character. I think personality here means some kind of attitude that can be changed easily by merely one's willingness in a relatively short time. But character comes naturally since the day we born, shaped by how we've brought up by our family and circumstances. The preacher metaphorically talked about cakes and its icings. Character is the cake. Personality is the icing on the cake. Children will naturally attracted by the icing more than the cake itself. But as one matured, he/she will understand it's the cake that really matters. So, this is the Seven Quality :) Happy reading.. 1. Committed to personal growth A...

I was in the middle of studying Managerial Economics (for final exam purpose only) and I got bored. BORED. Really really bored. I mean it. B.O.R.E.D. Okay, you got the point. So I rummaged through Youtube. And with the help of my partner in crime, Untung Putra, I found great videos of Youtube's artists. Gabe Bondoc, Davedays, Cathy Nguyen, David Choi, many more. I was mesmerized by such talent.. They were better than most singer on MTV. No kidding. Which brought me to think.. ______________________________________________ Some girls attracted to guys who could run faster, jump higher, those athletes by nature. Three point shots considered to be tactful movement to aim for their hearts. So the better they play, the more attractive these guys are. LOL. Moreover, these girls don't see a bunch of sweaty guys scrambling one ordinary ball. Instead, they will see troupe of heroes stomping to conquered their heart (*cheesy) Look how patiently they will sit on the bleachers. Outdoor. Ye...