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It was great.

I half-suspect that the book was dipped in a pot of old magic just before it reached my hands, because it felt like an invisible cord was released and looped around me as I took in the first few words of the story. I was kept incessantly wanting for more as I read on, as though a taut rope was pulling me along the plot non-stop through the flurry of words, like running rapidly through a dense field of overgrown grass in summer.

What a heart-wrenching novel. It's the kind of story that manages to thread its way deep into you, and makes your internal system curl up whenever you think of it simply because it has touched you right in the crevice of your heart.

It's the kind of book that makes you sad that you have finished reading it. Now when I see the novel lying innocently on my table, its simple and well-kept appearance deceptive of the whirlwind of a world it contains inside, I find my eyes lingering on it for just a little longer.

In that moment, I am reduced to a little girl standing outside a sweet shop that has closed down for good. I stand, in a faded flowery dress with a white collar, one hand twirling the stray thread that hangs from the lacy hem of my dress, and the other playing with my hair, I stand, head slightly tilted to the side, peering coyly through the window.

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Church today was awesome. While we were worshipping, it felt as though the Heavens opened as a massive cloud of singing and sincere hearts rose, rose, rose, and presented itself to the King of Kings.

Thanks guys, for making it happen. For all the effort, thought and time put into making the service special. There was just such a wholesome and complete feeling about service today. Thanks, guys. :)

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Sometimes you don't realise how much you have missed a person until you start talking again. When the hearts open, when the truth comes out, when all the feelings come rushing back.

Tonight's time spent together reminded me of the very first telegraph connection that spun off the entire telecommunication journey. Ours was just like that connection over time and distance, strong enough to carry the message "What hath God wrought?" in the most sincere way possible.

It was a great night together, A. I know I have told you many times tonight, but I'll still say it again. I've missed you. And it feels really good to have you back in my life. Really.

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Just very recently I worked on a short clip that is simply LOL and even ROFL in all its glory. I still can't stop laughing about it!!!

You the best la, M.

:D :D :D

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I wore a top out tonight that I've never really been very comfortable wearing. No it's not skimpy, no it's not vulgar. It just always makes me feel... self-conscious. As I walked towards the train station, the cool breeze gently brushing against me and my slippers making soft squishing sounds against the wet road, a small smile broke out across my face as a memory slowly floated back.

I had worn this T-shirt to a campus newspaper committee meeting sometime last year. My very first time to the meeting, in fact. There were many topics discussed in the meeting, and one involved the need for more sports writers, as numbers in that area had been dwindling.

After the meeting, the sports editor came up to me and asked if I wanted to write for sports. Ha ha ha! Does he think I look very sporty?!!?!?!?!!, I thought to myself as I gave him an absolutely incredulous look.

"Your T-shirt says 'I Love Football'," he said as a matter-of-fact.

Oh.

Because my daddy does, dude. Because my daddy does.

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I didn't know it then, but I know it now. The only reason why I managed to press on despite of everything that happened was simply because people were praying for me. So thank you, you, and especially you for your prayers that were the invisible winds on which I rode on. The silent swirls that surrounded and protected, and that which gently encouraged me to take one more step, to live one more day.

There was absolutely no way I could have done it by my own strength. I am really, really thankful for all your prayers, and I'm just as glad I didn't give up.

So,

Thank you.

For praying.

Because I have been tremendously blessed.

:)

Been wanting to catch this film for a while ever since I knew of it some months ago. By luck, I finally managed to catch the tv premiere on the Hallmark Channel tonight. And boy was I glad I caught it.

I watched this movie just expecting to see impressive shots and artistic cinematography. But it delivered that and beyond. The storyline enabled a rich opportunity for character development, and I absolutely loved loved loooved Makoto Iwamatsu in his role. He brought out the complexities of his character in such a heart-wrenchingly real manner, every crease and fold on his face seemed to reveal yet a deeper dimension to him in the show. And of course it also helps that he is one charming old man. ;) He gets many many thumbs-ups from me!

I was pretty satisfied with the film on the whole. Loved the beautiful shots that were scattered along the way like golden coins luring you on for more (everytime I get lost in the storyline and a beautiful shot comes up I literally take in a short sharp breath), the international cast delivered tasteful acting, the storyline and music flowed nicely with the pace, aiyah basically I just liked it la. I can't think of what more to say cos I'm just not gifted in writing reviews and the above words came out resistantly like spurts of toothpaste. (hurhurhur)

My only suggestion for improvement would be to extend the ending cos it seemed a little abrupt for me. I would have been happier to see a more definitive closure. But the film left me so saturated with plenty of things to think about and that's really what matters.

For reading through my less-than-appealing review, here's the (extended) trailer.

Check out the movie here. I think it might still be showing in cinemas, so hurry if you want to watch it!

Whenever I put on the left lens, my left eye would start to tear and blur up. But no matter how hard I blinked, the tears just could not pass out through the lens. Trapped behind, they ended up blurring my vision.

I told some people about my queer predicament and I was told that I needed to get used to the new lens.

So I tell my eyes, be patient and give me some time. Soon, the tears will be no more and you will see the world just as you always have.

This is my favourite part of the train ride to school (when I'm not sleeping, that is). The beautiful green stretches on to a peaceful lake and the waters look especially magical in the mornings when the sunlight glitters over the surface. Only today when I stood on the platform at Chinese Garden was I struck by the beauty of it all. It's really not the same peering from inside the train.

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In keeping up with my latest campaign to build myself up, I went swimming with J today. The company was great, the encounters were amusing, and the experience at a public swimming pool was enough to convince us to head to a private pool the next time round.