"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit."

Jeremiah 17:8,9

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will be holidaying in brisbane from 29th Nov to 8th Dec and immediately after that will be away at church youth camp from the 9th to the 12th no time to catch my breath you say i think so too.

one more (:(:(:

organic chem tomorrow.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Does this look familiar?

Wordsworth makes good company on days like this:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

...

Rain brings respite.
Cool weather relaxes.
But circumstances compel me to rebel-
Anarchy against nature's comfortable institution that
Puts the rest of the world to sleep.

One down, three more to go :)

I think God has such a sense of humour.

Civility in the World City.

What does that mean?

Does it have something to do with people?

YT seems to think so.

Would you like to share your thoughts with the rest of the class?

Come on, don't be shy:)

Ahh... Civility.

Some things will never change.

So it seems like this is goodbye.

But does the journey necessarily stop here?

You gave me a push out the door.

And though I thought I would die,

I didn't, really.

Breathe in. Breathe deep.

Hah. I very smartly forgot to bring back my laptop charger. Looks like there will be not much internet activity from me this weekend.

Happy mugging everyone!

It's all too easy to complain about the HEAT, squawk about the papers and projects due this week and moan about not having started on revision for the finals, so I'm going to steer cleeear of that.

Rather, there will be irony(!) and random thoughts. (Am too lazy to organize 'em into any sort of structure, a clear sign that YOU! Yes you! sticky essay have gotten to me)

And there's nothing wrong in singing along to disney songs at 2am in the morning, doing a little dance around the kitchen when there's no one looking. It's fun to be silly once in awhile, in fact, it's amazing therapy! The world would die of grief otherwise.

Je vois la vie en rose. Strange as it may sound, I increasingly find myself muttering to myself in french, quoi? It's crazy what songs can do to your brain. The language has turned me into a romantic. Floaty tunes haunt me in my fuzzy consciousness as I drift off to the place I go everynight.

My prof tells me that one uses sarcasm in writing when one is in no better position to argue one's case. It is a sign of weakness.

Which reminds me: this thursday marks the end of writing and critical thinking class and I'm reluctant to leave. I have the greatest respect for my prof, tinged with admiration, a pinch of idolatory and a generous dollop of fondness. And I'm going to miss my classmates much. Such unique intelligences you guys have :) youre a funky bunch of people with your individual quirks and personalities. If there's anything I've learned from "civility and the world city", it's r-e-s-p-e-c-t. We built our ideas together and look where we've come! It's a beautiful picture.

The sentimentality makes it feel like graduation.

Something's gained, something's lost;
I find incompleteness.
Something's missing when something hasn't even officially ended yet.
So I ask the space, "what's next?"

Praise God.

It has got to the stage where I'm sick and tired of writing.

I cannot write.

I cannot construct a sentence.

I cannot type a word.

I need some slack.

Will get back to you tomorrow.

Felt free.
Felt romanticly french.
Felt in the mood for music.
And then the mood just slide back down again.

Feel guilty.
Feel bad.
Feel bored.

I'm waiiiiting ah Fang...
Why are we waiting?
Why are we waiting?

We wants to eat.
Yessss
We wants to eat nice, delissiousss fishiesss.

Cold fish,
Raw fish,
Wet fish,
No more.

Voici un chanson interessant.
Elle chante d'un autre sorte de "l'est".
C'est vraiment une région, une langue, une histoire
Si différent que la culture d'Asie.
Enfin, on a un sens de l'est dans l'ouest.
Je trouve ca un peu ironique.
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Une fille de l'est
- Paroles par Jean-Jacques Goldman

Parce que nos cieux sont ténébreux
Et qu'ici on n'a pas la mer
On a mis le bleu dans nos yeux
C'est dans nos regards qu'on se perd

C'est peut-être à cause du soleil
Qui nous oublie longues saisons
On veut de l'or comme à Marseille
On l'a mis dans nos cheveux blonds

Je suis d'un pays, d'un horizon, d'une frontière
Qui sonne guerre, qui sonne éternel hiver
Et si tu veux m'apprendre
Si tu veux vraiment bien me connaître
Je suis dans chaque mot dans chacun de mes gestes
Une fille de l'Est

Ici le froid glace les corps
Mais la chaleur peut te brûler
Chez tout est intense et fort
On fait pas les choses à moitié

Et toutes ce croix, ces tranchées
Ici l'on sait le prix du sang,
L'absurdité des combats quand
On est tombé des deux côtés

Je suis d'une région, d'une langue, d'une histoire
Qui sonne loin qui sonne batailles et mémoire
Celle qui m'a vue naître
Celle qui m'a faite ainsi que je suis faite
Une terre, un caractère celle que je reste

Je suis de ces gens dignes
Et debout dans leur silence
Où parole est parole, où promesse a un sens

Et si tu sais comprendre
Qui je suis quand j'aime ou je déteste
Je t'offrirai l'amour droit, simple et sincère
D'une fille de l'Est
Une fille de l'Est.

Ok. I'm thinking more calmly now.

It turns out that my friend had an eureka moment.
She borrowed a pair of scissors and twisted the capless tap controlling the water supply shut.

Thank God. There was wastage, but not as much as there could have been.

In retrospect, I've been reminded of the kind of collective responsibility we all share as blockmates. What really ticked me off was a certain someone's apathy towards what was clearly an emergency situation. Hey buddy. It's our laundry room. If there's a burst pipe, it is your problem just as much as it is ours.

Shared facilities, shared responsibility.
It's as simple as that.

S***. The laundry room water pipe burst!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know it's the holidays. I know the management's closed. But isn't there some way to get a technician/ plumber/ anyone to come down and help?

And YOU! You were there. You saw what happened, but you chose to walk away and pretend you didn't see anything. You left the poor girl there to struggle with the water all by herself. Says a lot about how much you care, doesn't it?

This is terrible. Gallons and gallons of water gushing to waste. Come morning, the entire basement's going to be flooded. Hah. Talk about a field day.

Why isn't there help when help's needed?