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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Aaahh.. Had a feel to blog! Its a hazy night and its one minute to the 14th!

Today is a very special day for someone I love..!

Happy Birthday Papa dearest! ^^

Have not thought about what to blog about yet..

Life has been pretty busy with exams and assignments all!

I guess that is what we call student life..

pssss.. I think its still way better than working life... Hahaha! =P


Last two nights ago, VCF had posting session and it was longggggggggggg .. what I mean was.. it took such a long time to elect the committees with their particular post...

but oh well. its normal! ^^been through that.. but this time I get to see your votes! Hahaaaaa!


Here are some snaps.... But I got scolded for snapping..*huhuhu* T_T





Don't scold me bah slave.. I know you are boss among us..but ... for memories ba... :(


Oja.. Don't close your eyes..!
She purposely look away so I don't capture her 'closed-eyes' picture!


We are waiting.... waiting.....


Vice president and Worship ministry eagerly looks on..

Unfortunately... Social welfare boss tertidurrrrrrr! aaaaaa!!
Wake uppppppp!

I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the new committees! =P

You are now God's chosen people! And His instruments of worship! =)




Current mood: Not happy
Signing off: 12.04 am

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About This Blog

A place where I can share my thoughts, interests and dreams to friends and family or even strangers who stumble upon this humble blog of mine~ The title of the blog was adapted from a quote of love from St. Augustine whom once said

"Love is temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become entwined together that is is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."



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