Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry xmas everybody :)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

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Thank God for male models :)



Yes, started my holidays. m constantly lazing around. NEED TO START STUDYING, holiday homework is crazy, NO JOKE. Got lotsa stuff to catch up, revise. Plus, need to do prep work for HK econs trip. can't wait for it!!! But the sad thing is that i cant get to bunk with Suan.


OH wells,

Yesterday was pretty good. Meet A and XE to have dinner>arcade. Now, my arms feel as if they dont belong to me. Used the 184 e-tickets to get ourselves drinks + snacks. Had impromptu steamboat. Awesome. Awesome.


Holidays are starting pretty well. Just gotta put more time into studying.

Cant w8 for the malaysia trip with the girls :)

Thursday, November 17, 2011

As you travel life's weary road,
let Jesus lift your heavy load.



AMEN

Sunday, November 13, 2011






W.H.A.T I.S L.O.V.E

Thursday, October 27, 2011

i always question myself if i am a good example of christ, a good christian, a good example.
but i guess not....


today's quiet time spoke to me.
Leviticus 18:11-19


I shall make it a point to not gossip! :)

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I thank God that people believe in me.
but i think it has turn into a kind a burden for me, like i have to live up to expectations.
its just so hard that i dont think i can do it anymore.

I dont wanna live a life full of expectations,
but i cant.




Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, IrĂșn, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

Frank O’Hara