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A New Song: May 2010
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Friday, May 07, 2010. Notes From a Post-It Note. I wish I were a cat. He always enjoys his freedom, taking a nap, walking around, and taking a nap again. Sometimes he makes mischievous tricks on sparrows.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Promote Your Page Too. View my complete profile. Notes From a Post-It Note.
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A New Song: Notes From a Post-It Note
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Friday, May 07, 2010. Notes From a Post-It Note. I wish I were a cat. He always enjoys his freedom, taking a nap, walking around, and taking a nap again. Sometimes he makes mischievous tricks on sparrows.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Promote Your Page Too. View my complete profile. Notes From a Post-It Note.
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A New Song: September 2007
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Sunday, September 02, 2007. This is the image i know so well, each time i walk from the 12th floor of my block to the 10th floor where I live. My home. It's been quite a journey thus far, full to turns and twists and darkness. But here i am back home yet once more. Life is a long lesson in humility' - James Matthew Barrie.
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Vertigo in Toronto: May 2006
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Wednesday, May 31, 2006. To me, the central question of political philosophy is still the question of justice in the larger context. Just as Tolstoy asked "how should we live? Anyway I really hate talking about me, myself and I, as if I'm that important at all. However, I will earnestly reveal my thoughts to those who ask, and are prepared for my answers. That's the only way it should be. Why hold those captive to your rambling when they don't wan't to hear it? PS: Loy and Ann (soon! Welcome back to Sg!
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Vertigo in Toronto: March 2006
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006. There is silence that worries and a silence that assures,. A silence that respects and a silence that mocks,. A silence that is nothing and a silence which is fullness,. A silence that we embrace and a silence which we refrain,. A silence that we confide in and a silence to which we are silent,. A sllence that doubts and a silence which believes. A silence that is rages with hatred and a silence which overflows with love. Posted by darkstrike @ 10:12 AM. The Verdict is Vengeance.
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Vertigo in Toronto: April 2006
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Thursday, April 27, 2006. Yes, I am still alive. Last paper's on May 2nd, so until then, this will be possibly the last update till Tues, I'm pretty sure that's no big deal anyway (who reads this crap? For now, I shall take a moment to lament the sad state of Singapore Politics. First, let me clarify that this blog does not consistently endorse any political stance. I am pretty sure I will change my mind tomorrow and this will just be a passing phase. And vote for the less deserving candidate. Cheris...
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Vertigo in Toronto: December 2005
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Monday, December 19, 2005. What a dick. (or, why we cannot go back). Iranian president bans western music. There is one thing that man should learn from history, if not two. Firstly, it is that we cannot go back to the garden of eden. Secondly, if I might add a cliche, is that we do not learn from history at all. That's why history is cyclical: whether it is progress or regress then depends on whether its an upward or downward spiral. Political Philosopher Stanley Rosen, in an interview. Just a little so...
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Vertigo in Toronto: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. Your Type is: ENFP. Extroverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving. Strength of the preferences %. 22 62 38 67. Qualitative analysis of your type formula. Distinctively expressed intuitive personality. Moderately expressed feeling personality. Distinctively expressed perceiving personality. Posted by darkstrike @ 11:46 PM. Diary of an ungrateful dreamer. Last day of the month already! Did I do too little? Am I doing enough? What shall we eat, what shall we wear? Am i worrying too much?
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Vertigo in Toronto: June 2006
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Friday, June 09, 2006. Half Time, Germany 2 Costa Rica 1. Greetings frm HK, all! What a bloody awesome First half of an opening game, spectacular even for a non-soccer fan me. Looks like its going to be a German victory. Welcome back, Hui Xuan! Remember: you can't have your chocolate-cheesecake and eat it at the same time :P. Posted by darkstrike @ 1:51 PM. View my complete profile. Stanford Encyclopedia of Phil. Isaiah Berlin Virtual Library. Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy. Il Canto degli Italiani.
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A New Song: Shapes
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Sunday, May 01, 2011. Time and time and time. The shapes grow old. Tattered and worn,. The edges, worn down. I look at you,. You look at me. I see a faint outline. Who are you and. What are you defined by? A keen sense for. And a slack jaw. In the midst of. And bear strong hands? A smile that lights. And my life respectively?
