Re-discovering html
All of a sudden, the light came on.

I could use html in my blogger entries!

(You were expecting something earth-shattering like I discovered gravity weren't you? wait long long) I used to do html in school a long while back but it is all fuzzy inside my head. It wasn't difficult - it was the simplest bit of the whole java course - but I can't even remember the programme that we used to input the data anymore.

But heck. I'm still young, I can learn it again.

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I was thinking about something important to say while putting on my socks today (I think they are pink) but I've forgotten what it was. It was something worth saying, unlike this bunch of bullshit I've been sprouting. I know one thought was that I ought to replace the sole of my shoes since they are completely worn out. Ask M how much it would cost and she said, "Very expensive, $8 a pair." That's my family for you.

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Watching the Sunset

One of my favourite songs of all time is "When God Ran" by Shaded Red. It is the story of the prodigal son -- how he squandered his father's money on his own pleasure, and how when he came down that dusty road in repentence, it was the first time God ran. It is a beautiful song to listen to, especially in a quiet office with a vibrant orange setting sun.

I don't feel like going home today. My friends said in jest today that you "never can tell" with me, and that I have many things that I don't tell anyone. I almost want to reply, "Yes it's true! I have layers and layers to get through." Shrek says he is an onion, not a cake or a parfait.

There is only pink left hanging in the sky. When the son returned to heaven, he said that he would not leave us orphans, but that he would leave us a comforter, the Holy Spirit. Dear Holy Spirit, where are you? Are you the wisps of pink left in the sky, about to disppear from my life?

Standing on the edge of quiet sadness.

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I think after a extended period of being bombarded with tragedies both big and small, the human being learns to shut things out, and concentrate on only that which is most essential to survival. Like the bombing in Saudi Arabia and Casablanca, what is that to us, except what we've already known already, that the world is a mess? Fundamentalists point to human sin and God's wrath; atheists point and say there is no god; and i can't think beyond the issue of where i should go to church this sunday.

I have church problems. Right now, I go to CE half the time and to W the other half. While W worked for a while - it was a timely break - i don't have the initiative anymore in me to keep going and sit alone in a church as i would sit in the movies. I have ideals of community, yet in reality i espouse isolationism in church. What will I do? I thought about going back to PL, but it is difficult to say the least, when all my friends have left. So glad that i have another 7 days to sunday again. another 7 days to hide.

i wonder how long adam and eve hid in the bushes before God found them out.

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Collective disappointment
We were so close to being declared Sars-free by WHO when they found a Malaysian man residing in Singapore with the disease today. Just hours away to that psychological label, and then we have to wait another 20 days, again. I only hope that the man did not get it from the community, and then he did not spread it further. Who knows who he has been in touch with? The goverment keeps saying that we are in this "for the long haul". Sigh.

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Hot

Went for a swim this afternoon with A and T and I am red. My chest is itchy from a rash because of the heat, and what I would really like to do now is to curl up in front of the computer and watch a VCD in a dark and air-conditioned room. I am tired of thinking and figuring out how to put presentations together. It can wait till tomorrow.

When people ask me what I have been doing at work, I always want to say that I've been really busy with this presentation, and tell them how difficult it is to fit presentation to music and narration; and then I feel stupid because it all seems so trivial compared to their work. Its very depressing. All of this for a book? I don't know. I'm not even artistic, but worse, I am sensitive too. It can wait till tomorrow.

Mother's Day today and I bought Gao Lak for my mum. What did you do for yours?

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There is something about blogs that capture the spirit of this age. It is a pullulation of information, emotions and opinions - but all of this is hidden behind a facade, an online idenity dismembered from the real self. Connection is everything. You are able to read the most intimate thoughts of an American girl living across the world in the sub-urban mid-west, and yet at the same time struggle to remember that the beggar sitting in the subway is also human.

I just entered this URL into for goggle to crawl though. It is a perverse attraction to be known.

But I'm not about to tell you what I think. smirk.

I had a conversation (one-way) with my colleagues about the meaning of fallicious reasoning concerning dandruff today. I was tired of being the butt of jokes, so I was lashing out at them. Of course they didn't know that I was doing so.

Cycled from Choa Chu Kang home yesterday. Gave me a high that night, woke up with aching shoulders.

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There is both fire and ice in me - the zeal of faith and the chill of doubt.

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