tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50122902011-09-13T11:38:18.152ZaRtwhen i in awesome wonder consider all the works thy hands hath made i see the stars i hear the rolling thunder thy power thru'out the universe displayed.. then sings my soul my saviour God to thee how great thou..jennoreply@blogger.comBlogger2161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1110592627081788502005-03-12T01:57:00.000Z2005-03-12T01:57:07.080Zsaturday morning shopping.jennoreply@blogger.com71tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1078150587505387822004-03-01T14:16:00.000Z2004-03-03T23:35:52.966ZTHIS SITE HAS NOW SHIFTED TO:
TYPEPADjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1077822138788839292004-02-27T02:15:00.000Z2004-02-27T02:21:43.263Zas a kid we picked up sticks and screwed up our noses like ninja turtles. and wore bibs with our toy friends just so to remind ourselves of the days of the week. structure, what structure, all i knew was the next moment where my heart would leap and dance and flash on a roller-coaster drive. speaking of drives how about those that stretched on for the whole night deep and black i would close my jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1077544425321994632004-02-23T13:53:00.000Z2004-02-23T14:03:02.670Zjust had another strange dream of indignation and infuriation. i was in the lift and this guy said two please or something (ah, i know now! that was the library lift with five floors haha! but tis strange coz the setting was a hdb estate). and i didnt hear so he raised his voice rudely, and i turned back to scold him. but all i saw was his grandmother and she spoke with a tremor in fluent englishjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1077543036466984652004-02-23T13:30:00.000Z2004-02-23T13:35:46.950Zfinally settled on my easter holiday! and this time am travellin with a good 'ol close pal and friends: claire, denise (don't know her yet, but i will!), diona and godwin (don't know him yet but i will!). to the land of mythic provence-- why mythic? well, i reckon that sec2 compulsory reading of peter mayle's book a year in provence has fed the fantasies of countless rgs gals-- hhaa. we'll be jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1077236976967031972004-02-20T00:29:00.000Z2004-02-20T00:41:31.076Zwhile waiting for the bus i see a couple stumbling down the dirt-caked path. he plods slightly ahead of her, but she hangs back combing her hair. she stops in front of her imaginary mirror and smooths white strand after strand on a wispy afternoon. the silent wind blows, and you feel she could blow away too. c'mon love, his bones creak with a backward glance. her skirt swishes please wait we've jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1077065875564091692004-02-18T00:57:00.000Z2004-02-18T01:00:30.716Zmy university tutors have decided to go on strike. interestingly enough, it's for two days only. and we've been told that no classes will take place for that particular module. so here we have curly haired brainy guy behind wiry specs leaning over with the straightest face, telling us so. we hide our smiles in bursting hearts. and i secretly wondered who else in the room chose to go on strike. jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1077064360032150172004-02-18T00:32:00.000Z2004-02-18T00:52:01.390Zi was walking out of library building today and then i looked around. i felt myself to know that i was not dreaming but alive. i am a university student. hit by such a thought on a breezy cold day. years ago in my brown pinafore with that little button badge, with the letters h-p-p-s forming a conveniently symmetrical logo. i would look to my left and see the older ones and wish that i was in jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1076606192874974992004-02-12T17:16:00.000Z2004-02-12T17:23:36.233Zreally thank God for His provision. the beautiful home i blogged about a few days ago is as good as ours now! we got the house through plu (university accomodation scheme) thanks to no one reserving it over the reservation weekend (just imagine my compulsive frenzied clicking over that 48 hour period!) and to peter (my present welsh housemate) joining us. now we have a little problem to work out jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1076545503089854312004-02-12T00:25:00.000Z2004-02-12T00:35:20.153Zfractured clock says twenty past and the red space starts to swell with life. the little toggling eyes where are we lets see where are we yes and the accompanying ridged forehead. everyone trying to make sense of the moment, their moment, but this they do not know. single lady -who smiles like a steward- dashes up she's just emerged from her own hurricane and her ticket's a panting one. two jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1076337736758724092004-02-09T14:42:00.000Z2004-02-09T14:44:40.903Zit takes a fire to scatter the priviledged remains of plastic jewels, flames that consume and tame the restless heart. because with the fire comes water, and of the purest kind, that leaves the deepest watermark of the tender and the lasting. sweet river roll all over me, spark fire burn, come and set me free.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1076082474376168922004-02-06T15:47:00.000Z2004-02-06T16:00:03.920Zjesus you're all i need, you're all i need, lord you gave yourself so i could live, you are all i need
for you purchased my salvation, and wiped away my fears, now i drink your living water, and i'll never thirst again
for you alone are holy, i'll worship at your feet, and you o lord are so worthy, and reign forevermore
jesus you're all i need, you're all i need, lord you gave yourself so i jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1076082287611875492004-02-06T15:44:00.000Z2004-02-06T16:00:26.420Zyesterday i skipped a seminar to go house-hunting. 60 allesley road. the facade was a tad promising, with bamboo blinds across the windows. and when the agent came rolling along, late, as i usually am, it marked a visit i won't quickly forget. mum, if you are reading this you will know that dream houses do exist, outside my home shores, even in my short twenty years of reality. i stepped in and jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1075409215245380582004-01-29T20:46:00.000Z2004-01-29T20:49:05.296Zhere's my obsession with personality checks.. check out THE FOUR HUMORS. i'm mel-phleg, et vous?jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1075331546420602322004-01-28T23:12:00.000Z2004-01-28T23:24:16.513Zwhat a day. played my first footy match this term with warwick 2nds.. and my, were we getting thrashed! not just by our opponents, but also by the minus something wind and rain. had to leave early for french so i only played one half. i couldnt even feel my legs anymore; wouldnt have known i still had them if not for the fact that i was moving across the field inch by inch, in spite of being bentjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1075256985420768732004-01-28T02:29:00.000Z2004-01-28T02:54:29.186Ztruth is relative they all say which itself is a relative statement so don't shoot yourself too hard that way. how many blinks behind oval glasses before we realise that we all curl our smiles under dinner garb. the fork this way the spoon soup-out the napkin one triangle we try to make pointed at corners. well at least some of us. and it's perfect, how we've mastered our game of eyeball fodder jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1074556146050306492004-01-19T23:49:00.000Z2004-01-21T17:57:41.983Zwho's the sugar puff monster? look no further. it is the girl who runs out in light fleece jacket against the braying wind, running sideways against the chill, her eyes drawn like magnet to the costcutter cereal corner. and upon finding none there, pops into the popping cork and prays for it to be there among all the cereal boxes strewn on gray. but it is not. and so her frenzy carries her jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1074389797565175642004-01-18T01:36:00.000Z2004-01-18T01:42:42.543Zthis has got to be one of the most beautiful songs i've heard in ages:
the ice is thin enough for walking.. the rope is worn enough to climb.. my throat is dry enough for talkin'.. the world is crumblin' but i know why.. the world is crumblin' but i know why.. the storm is wild enough for sailing.. the bridge is weak enough to cross.. this body frail enough for fighting.. i'm home enough to jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1074352588577419482004-01-17T15:16:00.000Z2004-01-19T00:17:25.936Zthis is the very thing we loathe, to have people clamber over us, around us, forces that hem us in, pain that stings. and when the day comes slowly imperceptibly there shall be a mighty reckoning. the sand shall fly and blind our eyes as the sun descends on blue and on a lonely plain in a world that breaks the wind will bend our backs, but many are then made strong.. at the broken places.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1074121097216137702004-01-14T22:58:00.000Z2004-01-15T10:58:24.560Zin two days i've watched two shows about living to die for one's beliefs. antigone what made you stone what made you groan who was it that moved your hands heap upon heap sand upon sand while the dead wind moaned in the sleepy field of dawn. was it love that set you free or drove you mad to the fateful end of your unflowered life. you said you loved him no wait you didnt. you said you didnt want jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1074045803590663362004-01-14T02:03:00.000Z2004-01-14T02:05:13.250Ztuesday crazyday turned good. when i pray a prayer for strength, why am i then surprised that i am not tired? by His grace, my brain lived well and flowered decently through three seminars and one lecture and that is a lot for an english student you must understand. we did walt whitman today and oops i think i was too effusive in praise while criticising him for being too effusive himself. the jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1073955252570923692004-01-13T00:54:00.000Z2004-01-13T01:07:55.436Zmonday. newday. feels like a recovery from the first bad week of listless doubting fluish dopiness and i am raving again. today i missed the bus, and thus the first half of my only class. but today you found me-- you sat next to me, unknowingly. you must have forgotten by now, but just for twelve and a bit, i had the greatest pleasure of having you by my side, exchanging smiles and words and jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-107370515657605522004-01-10T03:25:00.000Z2004-01-10T03:42:34.700Zso you've sung your song, it is brave, it is bold, it is admirable, but were you too proud in your humility and was your heartache not a psuedo swell? forgive my cynicism, my neck creaks at great verse. as i write it is not night, it is not light but what grows in this living enclave is a portending swell called faith, and from the first line of surrender it is unalterable, untranslatable, jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-107365690971407052004-01-09T14:01:00.000Z2004-01-10T00:55:55.496Zi've just put in an application to stay on campus next year and tocil-first year memories-is my first choice. no more running for the bus and speeding up at the bend. sure look forward to scrambling out of bed 15 mins before class. it's kinda cool coz i wanted to stay with eliza and coursemates and eliza told me she wanted to stay together too. it's not totally cool coz for coursemates, we might jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1073604211166281582004-01-08T23:23:00.000Z2004-01-08T23:25:13.810Zsong in the shower, in the waters that wash my day away.
you're my light
when the darkness starts to fall
you're my hope
my peace beyond the storm
you're my Rock
when desert rain starts to pour
you're my joy, you're my purpose
you're my song
so i'll sing
hallelujah
hallelu-
my dear jesus i can't live without you
i'll dance in the waters
and splash in the rain
soak in your jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1073328092111294212004-01-05T18:41:00.000Z2004-01-05T18:43:10.246Zfirst day of school: a blizzard. yes, that's what i said to ruth (who did indeed look like she had come in from a storm) when she stepped into a lift. my, i have this outrageous knack of speaking like that in the midst of strangers to show how above it all i am. like when we overshot our stop and i said loudly on the bus so that all could hear, 'fantastic! that's what reading on the bus does to jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1073093452054022892004-01-03T01:30:00.000Z2004-01-03T02:06:09.653Zwent shopping in bicester village (branded shopping outlets at warehouse prices) today, thanks to jireh's parents who drove us down. picked up the brown jacket i've been hunting for at united colours of benetton.. not bad, half-price reduction on it, though it's got one small tear. remember mum asking my why i liked holey stuff, and well i guess the tear was a little bonus that fitted the rugged jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072981398795314432004-01-01T18:23:00.000Z2004-01-01T18:24:51.903Zthere's this flying black whisker which has been busily but also purposelessly buzzin round in my room for the past week. harmful no, irritating yes. today it flew by while i was reading my book in bed and i made a quick grab for it. and i clenched my fist for about thirty seconds, that's about how long it takes for a little creature to go without air? but upon unfolding my fingers.. nothing. jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072874911454239862003-12-31T12:48:00.000Z2003-12-31T12:50:02.610Zwhat a surprise today when i tumbled out of bed to discover that 1st lot express (kodak store in singapore) had mailed me all my prints! i thought it was supposed to go to my home in hillview. and they actually put S$8.70 worth of stamps just to mail these little pieces of aspiration to the biggest house in earlsdon! i didnt know whether to be grateful or worried about paying extra fees-- though jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072745399873037502003-12-30T00:49:00.000Z2003-12-30T00:51:29.200ZYou are Psalms.
Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by Quizilla
jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072741594658404392003-12-29T23:46:00.000Z2003-12-30T00:09:29.043Zis it possible to be best friends with one you've never seen. or soulmates with one you don't know. but whom you found on the meandering way to an overdue lunch on the 3-for-2 bait. it is a silent thrill to realise that the daily visions which have swelled your heart, someone's dreamt them too, and watered them until they grew into the textures and shapes that have filled your wakefulness and jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072586739916390712003-12-28T04:45:00.000Z2003-12-28T05:06:40.826Zi've been working at the arts centre quite a bit lately, especially for 'a christmas carol'. others have far surpassed me, watching it at least 10 times by now! gulp. to save myself from the realms of jadedness i take delight in the details. starting with the entry. of railing-clinging grannies who've lived through more christmases than christmas shows i've watched. perky ticket-brandishing jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072364556122984562003-12-25T15:02:00.000Z2003-12-25T22:14:46.356Z'hello, may i speak to jen please?... jennnnnnnnnnnnnnn!' what way to start the day-- call from a happy yelpy sister, composed dearie cousin jessica and a just-awake brother. and then mum whom i couldnt hear at first. couldnt talk much at all but yes, we were very much together in the spirit. we had such a wonderful time in church today, singing christmas songs of praise but the highlight was thejennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072367314161280302003-12-25T03:48:00.000Z2003-12-25T15:50:11.310Zquasimodo died because he sang in too high a key.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072310212318163342003-12-25T00:03:00.000Z2003-12-25T00:05:22.436Z:: a christmas story ::
as a child I�ve always been fascinated with bright lights and watching the townsparkle while gazing out of a hotel window on the 17th floor. the angel-crowned tree trembles under children�s footsteps and laughter while swooning couples sigh under mistletoe. but the night so full of history and wonder also pours itself out on the darkened pavement, the lonely hut, the jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072309276191711462003-12-24T23:41:00.000Z2003-12-24T23:45:02.576Z*burp* you gotta excuse me.. just had a really great christmas meal, home-cooked!! we had crepes with roast pork and butter-applejuice-brushed turkey and two variations of mash potato. oh, and crepes with vanilla ice-cream and chocolate sauce and bananas... looks like i don't have to go to france or germany for crepes anymore! ;) kinda perfected the recipe for it, after stuffing ourselves with jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072140443612905892003-12-23T00:47:00.000Z2003-12-23T14:34:25.716Zsee what sad love songs do to you on the shortest day of the year. is it too much to admit that i've never been in love but now want to be but actually i think i'm more in danger of being in love with love itself (i know it coz marriage is faraway from my wanted list and no one has yet appeared) or maybe that was infatuation full-blown always a clever disguise for the real thing it is funny isnt jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072107312823167652003-12-22T15:35:00.000Z2003-12-22T15:36:32.466Zdon't forget to breathejennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1072107109925752272003-12-22T15:31:00.000Z2003-12-23T00:41:50.920Zrushdie's novel is interesting but finding it so hard to mantain my concentration-- this alone is proof.
anyway! kate winslet's great! she's got a very very decent voice too! check out 'what if'.. from this christmas carol soundtrack.
Here I stand alone
With this weight upon my heart
And it will not go away
In my head I keep on looking back
Right back to the start
Wondering what it was jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1071979532555996952003-12-21T04:05:00.000Z2003-12-21T04:06:50.670Ztwo new photo logs. black n white and the colour of things.
erm, thank you for your support.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1071874735588630552003-12-19T22:58:00.000Z2003-12-19T23:12:44.000Zguys! i've found a more decent photo sharing tool. check out my photo page and time stood still and apologies for lack of description. well, like they say, a picture's worth a thousand words.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1071853499580097132003-12-19T17:04:00.000Z2003-12-19T19:39:26.296Zback from cologne! i can never spell it right.. but it's right this time aint it? anyway, its called ko- two little dots on top- ln in germanspeak. laziness means not giving you all the details but suffice to say i got more than i bargained for! when sally and i met ellen at cologne-bonn airport her cheeks were bursting with rosy glow-- was it the blossoming of love or the cold? i dunno. same jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1071237601518964502003-12-12T14:00:00.000Z2003-12-12T14:39:19.810Zwhy do we go to the movies? perhaps i'm asking this coz i've seen so many films in as many days/weeks..dweeks. le cercle rouge, jour de fete, spellbound, amelie, mr and mrs iyer, spirited away.. or perhaps what i really mean is. how have watching films to do with our eternal good? you can quit reading if you want to know the answer, truth is i'm not entirely sure myself. but my conjecture is as jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1071231340890461292003-12-12T12:15:00.000Z2003-12-12T12:16:47.436Zwhere has all the time gone to. feels like it has been sucked stealthily from da universe. u wake up and do stuff, what very little i dunno, and then it's time to switch off the bed lights again. hmmph. the uncanny mystery of being.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1071231003256635942003-12-12T12:10:00.000Z2003-12-12T12:14:12.186Zyou know a cereal is really good when you've finished the round with milk and you can't help but keep the cereal rain going *crunch curnch crunch crn! * and you realise the 425g box is almost gone with only one milk round. gulp. not to be left out, the floor-monster gets his fair share of the helpings too. i am really down to my last; it won't make another milk round. huh, the box just burped!
jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1070149104213820662003-11-29T23:38:00.000Z2003-11-29T23:39:14.013Za lil bit of andrew peterson magic leaves its residue on my songful soul:
i wish i could drive my own car
i wish i could play the guitar
and do you know who i really am
when i'm just a man
i'm just a man
when the evenin' star begins to fade
and the morning beams just start to wake
and i've forgot what i held on to
when 'm held by you,
held by you
and when i've paid my final dues
andjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1070146400177518642003-11-29T22:53:00.000Z2003-11-29T23:05:03.543Zthey say curiosity kills the cat..
is it because the cat was greedy or 'cause he grew tired of the rat?
like the man who shrugs off his latest lady, like my inquiry into one more cd..
materiality's a deadly sheen
as the plastic wears thin and we go chasing electric dreams
and so it will be till a distant day comes..
after the last tear falls.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1070058278927763862003-11-28T22:24:00.000Z2003-11-28T22:25:27.623Zjust received my "birthday parcel" from singapore thru' weebeng's dad who's here on conference cum surveillance trip. poured thru' all those sweet notes of love from home. thank u guys so much!! :) everyone's entry was so them..made me laugh and greatly warmed my heart! the words of encouragement are too much to bear at the moment, oh i am so grateful for you. yep, you. thanks brother, sister, jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069715641273581822003-11-24T23:14:00.000Z2003-11-24T23:22:21.310Zit's been a hectic yet lovely day-- thank God for good conversations and why is it i keep on having lunch with coursemates nowadays, impromptu! gettin to hang out more and feel closer to them so thats cool, Lord be glorified in and thru all. i love mushroom korma, it still lingers on my tastebud. finished my essay and finally let it go even though there's so much that could be improved. sometimesjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069715148113814522003-11-24T23:05:00.000Z2003-11-24T23:06:31.700ZWhen I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up� To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069554015183224612003-11-23T02:20:00.000Z2003-11-23T02:20:55.093Z
"goodnight shmee, don't let the bedbugs kill me."jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069552257852035712003-11-23T01:50:00.000Z2003-11-23T02:14:50.090Zwahey saturday!: the theatre of dreamsyou can't wait to hear about my theatre of dreams escapade. getting there was potential disaster but staying in your seat and trusting in God is good enough. had this feeling that it was the first time for many people too as the red army marched on the cordoned road like a protest parade. i guess it could have been lonely seeing how everyone was with someone jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069285260551195222003-11-19T23:41:00.000Z2003-11-19T23:47:17.233Zi shouldnt be blogging now, oh but let's make this quick.
the bar or the restaurant? the restaurant's cheaper, bah! chips and custard bright and yellow and very yummy-looking too. mine? green. some pastel green minty sauce on washed leaves and speckled green naan with lamb. everyone's eating something different, and we both feel the same. only four people speak you say. (five actually, jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069202611427312832003-11-19T00:43:00.000Z2003-11-19T00:44:05.686Zunconventional blog entry to follow, go figure.
twas really quite nice today and its like especially nice when you don't expect it to be so nice. i don't think i've ever spoken to so many coursemates in one day, as in not just hi-bye sort. a real feeling of solidarity, no, friendship. oh and actually i've never said hi-bye to so many coursemates in a day too, which is nice considering how few jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1069004539961604832003-11-16T17:42:00.000Z2003-11-16T17:48:15.733Zvalley views: points from today's sermon
lots of chrisitans say they want to live a victorious christian life-- you can't be victorious without first having a battle.
the wilderness experience..God uses it to humble us, test us (WHAT IS MADE FOR USE NEEDS FIRST TO BE TESTED) and to know our hearts. that's deut 8:1-10.
you don't set up camp in the valley, you walk thru' it. each step by jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1068640901015699222003-11-12T12:41:00.000Z2003-11-12T16:08:40.233ZMy writing and English is not as good, to write such a short note I really have to spend some effort just like water dripping to a cup and it is not like you or ma ma which is like pouring water to a cup.
thank you for tenderly breaking my heart, for the water sweet to drink.. i see the chains unwrestled, Man, thou art free.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1068640149979685512003-11-12T12:29:00.000Z2003-11-12T12:33:18.840Zcurrently nursing a cough that's hugely disturbing so i'm skipping today's classes-- a seminar i don't particularly fancy and 2 hours of french. hmm. just wanna groan about how it feels to have other stuff i wanna read lying on my bedside table, besides all the readings assigned for classes..hhaa.
for such a time as this.. tells the story of queen esther and challenges us to apply it to our jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1068208165227707752003-11-07T12:29:00.000Z2003-11-07T12:29:44.686Zgasp! i got tix for united vs city! 13th dec.. see how the blackburn one goes first. might pass the city one to another ardent fan.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1068207637060020722003-11-07T12:20:00.000Z2003-11-07T12:26:43.966Ztennis wta masters
who could have read the script for the henin-myskina match in the culminating event of the year? with justine's swank and swagger strangely dissapaited, myskina capatilised well to race to an unbelievable 5-0 lead in the first set. then it became apparent why we werent seeing the usual henin aggression-- trainer and doctor came on court, stetoscope, blood pressure pump and ajennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1068129254313655622003-11-06T14:34:00.000Z2003-11-06T14:43:37.950Zit's amazing how errornous phone billing (double the incidence!) can get you in a morning (ok, midday) fix.
and you struggle to speak in measured tones while suppressing a tide of anger at the injustice of it all.
and after all is said and done, you are only left to hope that the phone bills will be settled justly.
but while venturing out in pyjamas and slippers
along the lane of houses jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1068059251448107862003-11-05T19:07:00.000Z2003-11-05T19:12:44.746Zwith the dense volume of popping sounds threatening the night air you might well think we're in a war zone. smoke and shoelaces hang over the well-trodden lane. and mr. moon hides his beaming face, cowering before the razzle dazzle or is he grimacing in boredom.. who knows. perhaps it is time shops adopt the creative solution of healing. and why not when money spent on the assorted 50-piece set jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067902635550147702003-11-04T00:00:00.000Z2003-11-04T00:08:08.543Zyou know what's my greatest fear? staying the same. caught in the shackles of yesterday, rooted to the status quo, drying up in the wasteland of mere mantainence. i'm afraid of it happening to my football or has it been happening already, since long ago? some might think i'm a good player but i'm not sure how my improvement curve looks.. considering how long i've been playing. i'm afraid of it jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067865357913051342003-11-03T13:15:00.000Z2003-11-03T13:16:12.340Zpraise the Lord. the postal strikes have ended. canto alla vita is playing in the background.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067820082769189072003-11-03T00:41:00.000Z2003-11-04T00:11:51.450Zjosh sang this gorgeous don mclean song about vincent van gogh, based on his painting 'starry night' (click for brilliant exposition/devotional):
Vincent (Starry, starry night)
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067819099194377322003-11-03T00:24:00.000Z2003-11-03T00:29:18.233Zit's been such a long time since i've posted.. no inspiration. and it's not even true that i'm particularly inspired today.
i saw haddassah today. u remember that cute gal from church i was raving about? her full cheeks looked slightly deflated and she made more noise than usual.. advance from baby speak, but still a cute squeak! :) but was quite sad coz when i went up to her and said hi she jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067184717730863342003-10-26T16:11:00.000Z2003-10-26T16:18:49.560Zi would like to introduce you to my housemates! had this urge to tell you about them last night but it was too late and i thought it'd be best that i slept earlier to wake up for church. but you know what, i actually overslept.. it was 10.30am when i woke up (church starts at 10.45am thereabouts) and i was lying in bed debating if i should go for the evening service instead. but thank God indeed jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067176816164419692003-10-26T14:00:00.000Z2003-10-26T16:16:20.200Zi've got another reason to be smiling. made one of the best purchases of the new term yesterday-- a floor lamp! which means i can read in bed without spoiling the mood or my eyes! and it is amusing really..the lengths my housemates have gone to to get white flouresent light installed in their rooms while i've shunned my FOUR bars of white ceiling light and gone to the trouble of installing a jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1067005147712534772003-10-24T14:19:00.000Z2003-10-24T14:21:57.296Zmy eyes were opened-- as i washed the dishes-- the mundane and the brilliant in one cascading moment. i wield a doctor's pen, the fountain of intelligence. in the clicks and in the curves, i attempt to prescribe the solution, which is at best a question. LAZINESS IS GOD-GIVEN GENIUS UNEXERTED!jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066948363191812152003-10-23T22:32:00.000Z2003-10-23T22:38:20.803Zit is the way you roll your tongue
the way you say i-am-happy
the smile that softens all that's cold
furtive gloss of blue and gold
in a white roll.
the pregnant pauses and welcomed hush
the stirring from an afternoon's rush
your frizzy locks
and anxious soul
demand an audience.
do take your time
in this space and in this clime
whisper to my listening brow
right here, right now.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066847714760993642003-10-22T18:35:00.000Z2003-10-22T18:35:14.540Ztag me! jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066774866784847312003-10-21T22:21:00.001Z2003-10-21T23:00:03.800Zyou know, it strikes me, after a year of being in england, listening to friends' comments and personal reflection.. the reason why it seems so hard to make friends with the british.. it's bcoz of their reserve? it's like this social thing built into their psyche..? and it's so easy to mistake that quality for un-friendliness and aloofness? it's like they look at a foreigner as a foreigner? jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066774903447901392003-10-21T22:21:00.000Z2003-10-21T22:21:43.313ZI AM GOING TO OLD TRAFFORD! UNITED VS BLACKBURN! LIVE! PTL!jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066586753942326422003-10-19T18:05:00.000Z2003-10-19T18:05:53.990Zallez! justine is no. 1, officially!jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066586694520693972003-10-19T18:04:00.000Z2003-10-19T18:04:54.583Za set of striped curtains hangs on plastic railing lifeless on its own. a riot of colours it effects in the room at night, with clear ceiling light-- white is boring. but o in the morn, it hangs transformed. as sunlight filters through, the floral shades glow in gratitude, with rosy beams of power and grace. and eyes that behold the sight are transfixed and amazed. at times we do feel like drab jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066425811516281792003-10-17T21:23:00.000Z2003-10-17T21:23:31.356Zdrunk daniel (upon being shown a picture of a cute girl): i'm trying to decide if she's cute or not.
drunk daniel (picking up "the hardest economic text around",and having not studied econs before): all this economics i know. jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066424362072700272003-10-09T20:59:00.000Z2003-10-17T21:08:29.166Zso much history crammed into one week, so much mention of yesteryears crammed into one year. french revolution in poetry and society. U.S history in american lit.
indian history and africa's too (later) in new literatures. not to mention a bit of greek past in theatre, for now. wow. had a good walk home and walk through in my house and
adanna's as we returned from watching swimming pool (jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066424291167710982003-10-08T20:58:00.000Z2003-10-17T20:58:31.550Zso yesterday was a day of mini-explosions (my term for a moment or short span of sudden elation contained within an expression of calm)
and i guess the day before was too (hmm, am i beginning to spot a trend). and today was just as eventful.saw daniela or daniele
(she doesnt mind either)
when jierong and i were on our way to sainsbury, or thought i saw her and i asked jierong what i shld dojennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066424198547127162003-09-29T20:56:00.000Z2003-10-17T20:56:58.813Z29 sept 2003
-------------------
melt the mask
and move beyond
the social niceties
we have acquired so perfectly, so gracefully
graceless-ly.
the truth may hurt
but hiding it under
pleasant mutual assumptions
hurts more.
i desire connection
sitting down is best
but it doesnt always have to be
over coffee
or lying
down on a darkened shore
surely there is more than this
i'm jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1066424124297163192003-09-26T20:54:00.000Z2003-10-17T20:55:23.706Zi awake to a new tune of jazz. the summer has gone
so fast
what shall this autumn hold, as the leaves
they fade and fall.
a dozen people and i'm zoning out
innoculously. again.
am i sweating u must be kidding.
rosy peach and striped blue colour
my shelter house.
now i am afraid but
do not let me fear. in a way
i am fearless- what can happen when
the God who held u yesterday isjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063800983314319002003-09-17T12:16:00.000Z2003-09-17T12:58:23.963Zi have a current fettish for french bossa nova, in particular lisa ono's 'dans mon ile'. the first track is exquisitely charming-- it fills me with waves of happiness, probably becoz it reminds me of the '8 women' song and dance sequences and the french-speaking justine henin. smile. have been re-reading my secondary one lit text, red sky in the morning and i must say it's an incredibly sensitivejennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063597767914103882003-09-15T03:49:00.000Z2003-09-15T03:49:27.896Zplayed my final game for ite last evening. glad we thrashed commonwealth 6 nil. and thank God i finally scored in an official league game-- an in-the-air tap-in. thanks to a great cross. and had the privilege of setting up two goals in the first-half. the first: nad passed to me on the edge of the box and i chipped it over the head of a defender for her to prod home in her usual acrobatic fashionjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063385837031619352003-09-12T16:57:00.000Z2003-09-12T16:58:07.666Zi am happy-- issit u or the intoxicating scent of a burning apple under electric moonshine?jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063380980307960632003-09-12T15:36:00.000Z2003-09-12T16:01:27.510Zam almost due back in uk but am so thankful we finally managed to meet up for a decent kickabout at hwa chong today! many thanks to ms chen, xiaowen, bongbong, gracia, pearlyn, bong's cousin and hsien hui.. thanks to ma for bringing me to ite to get my boots-- it really makes a difference, like the difference between wearing slippers and shoes! i was keenly aware that we were under the scrutiny jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063258878376816612003-09-11T05:41:00.000Z2003-09-11T05:41:18.263Zthe lady opposite is spinning around in her kimino as painted satin hangs on the wall. i left my gushes at about 3.10 pm only to find 9 hours later that they had disappeared. perhaps in that black hole you will read and reply. i see the skull amidst it all that checks my folly and my love. singing and i will go to the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth for you. i fear eliot's ecuadorian jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063212026320133972003-09-10T16:40:00.000Z2003-09-10T16:40:26.220Zi know this is mean. but i don't mean it. just for laughs. peace.
Q: what do you call a blonde with one brain cell?
A: gifted.
Q: what do u call a blonde with two brain cells?
A: pregnant. jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1063211438216269072003-09-10T16:30:00.000Z2003-09-10T16:34:00.290Zof goalposts and shoelaces
we were moving mini goalposts today for training and argh the nets were a jumbled mess which did not allow us to swing the sideposts back properly. i chipped in,
"you know, i always had a problem with shoelaces."
someone laughed. which was a pleasant surprise.jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1062831961437315652003-09-06T07:06:00.000Z2003-09-06T07:19:59.450Zthroughly enjoyed a heart-stopping game of tennis b'tween the hours of eleven and one. sitting at the edge of the coffee table and lappin up the exciting action served up at flushing meadows. it took a pint-sized (ok, no more than me. heh) lady, her tremendous heart, three hours and three mintues plus the grace of God to see justin henin of belgium defeat crowd favourite, jennifer capriati. the jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1062006230758952302003-08-27T17:43:00.000Z2003-08-29T04:53:45.313Zwhen you are tired and feel like letting go. when each breath becomes an effort. then lift your heart from the ground below and practise to behold. to praise your Maker in song. to pour out your heart and pour out your thanks. to worship through all you see. thank you Lord for what You're teaching me.
some say you're just a good man, some say you were kind, some say you are in the grave, but jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1062004622147035702003-08-27T17:17:00.000Z2003-08-28T04:52:32.900Zwheeee. spent the night on the singapore river (yes, no?), albeit for ten minutes. but it was beautiful. three dollars from merlion park to boat quay. and i wouldnt get lost this time.
i felt the night wind whisper into my skin. i stood on the front 'deck' of the water taxi. i stood tall on 'deck' and tried reaching for the bottom part of the three bridges we passed under. at times i stooped, jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1061960596808017952003-08-27T05:03:00.000Z2003-08-27T17:22:13.116Zwhy and how. how and why. there was a real buzz in me bones yesterday when we stepped into nus to play bball. felt somewhat like... erm, singaporean version of american jock school. courts (tennis, bball, netball, u name it) were a hive of activity. i gulped as it dawned upon me that nus people (or perhaps nus hall people, to put it more accurately) have sport in their blood and life in their jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1061363172131606362003-08-20T07:06:00.000Z2003-08-20T07:08:57.640Zbryan (14 month kid) hit his head on the cupboard door on the second floor. bryan went downstairs and came up again. bryan used his hand to hit the cupboard door. some call it revenge, some human nature.
two folded letters in a precious princeton wallet-- i forgot, you did not.. and God will not.
two undelivered posts. one message. how could we fail in what we ought.
jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1061012467258974342003-08-16T05:41:00.000Z2003-08-16T05:50:55.690Zcan't belive i've watched legally blonde THRiCE in the space of seven days! but having said that isnt it clear that it's a totally excellent movie?! kudos to the screenwriters and novelist-- karen mccullah lutz, kirsten smith & amanda brown-- who conjured up the semi-fantasy world of neurotic blondie elle woods. and resse witherspoon-- you rock!! the movie's driven by some really sharp dialogue jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1060589799678174542003-08-11T08:16:00.000Z2003-08-11T08:23:07.963Zthe greatest glory
underneath the darkened firmament tinged with swallowed light the heaviness of contemplation broods-- the glory of the heavens the wonder of the maker how much does he deserve. it is on a day like this when you feel creation's tremor in your bones as rustling leaves sweep you off the edge of the earth. the question waits the question bleeds and reaches into hallowed streets. jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1060326452047285082003-08-08T07:07:00.000Z2003-08-08T07:13:36.650Zever since being back i'm blessed to be able to meet up with close pals and enjoy their company once again. yet one thing that has disturbed me slightly is my inability to really open up to them about my experiences overseas. it's as if the intricate little moments are nestled deeply in some dark and unexplored corner, perhaps even left unturned by me. and my heart can't bleed like the mind jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1059062537672629842003-07-24T16:02:00.000Z2003-07-24T16:02:17.536Za picture entitled hope: lady with blindfold over her eyes, fingering the only string suspended on the ends of a harp. when all else crumbles away and you lick the dust of day, what is your final string?jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1058802262312331312003-07-21T15:44:00.000Z2003-07-21T15:48:07.436Ztim howard signs for manchester united
"Manchester United have released the following statement regarding Tim Howard:
Manchester United is delighted to announce today that it has reached agreement with Major League Soccer for the transfer of the registration of Tim Howard for a fee of �2.3m, including associated costs. The player has signed a four-year contract with the club.
Tim Howard jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1058248448800035242003-07-15T05:54:00.000Z2003-07-15T05:54:08.653Zwhen i first came home and tried easing myself into the new surroundings of hillview park (family shifted while i was away), there was the irritating morning cacophony of bird chirps that unsettled my pleasant snooze at approximately 6.28am. mum consoled me, saying that i'd get used to it soon enough. true enough and in proof of the wonders of the human mind, my system had switched off to the jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1057666267150455542003-07-08T12:11:00.000Z2003-07-08T12:23:30.060Zi'm feeling a little dizzy right now and throbbin with a bit of grief. the historic operation to seperate the iranian joined twins, laleh and ladan, has failed. just hours ago. it recalls for me the notion that life is fragile. foe is felled upon the field, the twins on mercy's seat. love is broken on the cross, the flower on the gun. decisions and choices that fill our everyday grow dim grow jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-1057335687741409672003-07-04T16:21:00.000Z2003-07-04T16:27:38.993Zthe saying is old but true: God works in amazin ways. been asking God how i could serve him and told bren i wonder when i would ever lead a cell again. then claire emailed today to ask if i would consider co-leading cell for next year (email to four of us). been wanting to help others by giving voluntary tuition.. took down a few numbers of family/ student centres but havent called, and unsure ifjennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012290.post-10569882522420292003-06-30T15:50:00.000Z2003-06-30T15:50:52.060Zi met a lady shop assistant at a sports store (where i picked up the nike air zoom 90 II firm ground boots, saving a cool S$100!) who described her recurrent nightmare of stringing shoelaces. the man in the racquets section confessed his own hellish dreams of stringing racquet after racquet, the strings threatening to throttle him. it sure ain't all that easy and fun to work in a sports store (myjennoreply@blogger.com0