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Deliberate Love
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Dive into my world. Saturday, February 16, 2008. Foreigners should not be encouraged to organise and lead Singaporeans in making complaints about the nation. Information, Communications and The Arts Minister, Dr Lee Boon Yang, made this point in Parliament on Friday when he reiterated the government's position that only Singaporeans can be involved in domestic politics. To Mr Siew's (. Nominated MP Siew Kum Hong ). 15 February 2008 1842 hrs. How many Singaporeans would gladly attest that we are free to e...
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise: Sir Degare in Translation
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise. Thursday, March 04, 2010. Sir Degare in Translation. Degare leaves the hermit to seek his parents. He rescues an Earl from a dragon (with blows of his staff) and then gets a bevy of beauties paraded in front of him as he tries to find the woman whose hands will fit his gloves. He knelede adoun al so swithe,. And thonked the ermite of his live,. And swor he nolde stinte no stounde. Til he his kinrede hadde ifounde. For in the lettre was thous iwrite,. An Herl of the coun...
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise: March 2010
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise. Thursday, March 04, 2010. Sir Degare in Translation. Degare leaves the hermit to seek his parents. He rescues an Earl from a dragon (with blows of his staff) and then gets a bevy of beauties paraded in front of him as he tries to find the woman whose hands will fit his gloves. He knelede adoun al so swithe,. And thonked the ermite of his live,. And swor he nolde stinte no stounde. Til he his kinrede hadde ifounde. For in the lettre was thous iwrite,. An Herl of the coun...
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise: Sir Degare Goes On
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise. Tuesday, January 19, 2010. Sir Degare Goes On. Then a fairy knight, a rape, and a prophecy. Than segh hi swich a sight:. Toward hire comen a knight,. Gentil, yong, and jolif man;. A robe of scarlet he hadde upon;. His visage was feir, his bodi ech weies;. Of countenaunce right curteis;. Wel farende legges, fot, and honde:. Ther nas non in al the Kynges londe. More apert man than was he. Damaisele, welcome mote thou be! Be thou afered of none wihghte:. Redi in min aumener.
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Deliberate Love
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Dive into my world. Sunday, March 23, 2008. As I tried to pick up the pieces of my life. I was a traveler who looked for exotic and beautiful sights. That I hoped could fill up that deep dark emptiness and unhappiness inside of me. I wandered and searched, just as I thought everyone was. Nobody ever seemed to be content. Even those who had a glimpse or beheld gorgeous sights did not seem content. I thought the best way to depart from the site of my brokenness and sadness. Or the desires of many men.
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Deliberate Love: August 2007
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Dive into my world. Monday, August 27, 2007. Lord, may you water the soil here and make it suitable for people to know you closely and desire to walk in your ways, to love you passionately, to repent on their sinful ways and believe in the Good News! Monday, August 27, 2007. Tuesday, August 21, 2007. If you know me well enough, i dunt really like Big City, i like more of rural or suburban landscapes, which is why i'm enjoying UNC-Chapel Hill so much! ANd by a blessing of God, i didn't actually suffer fro...
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Deliberate Love
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Dive into my world. Tuesday, March 25, 2008. Ourney into the heart of darkness, Lower 9th Ward, New Orleans. March 2008. Saturday. As we finally reached the city of New Orleans and pulled into the Lower 9. Ward, it was a very welcome break from our almost 14-hour long drive from Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Most of us could not wait to disembark and take in the fresh air of the Mississippi, to stretch our limbs and internalize our first subjective experiences of our home for the next 7 days. I guess I re...
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise: Thoughts on the Feast of Tongues
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise. Thursday, January 21, 2010. Thoughts on the Feast of Tongues. Of the Fable – repetitive in two parts. Seems to be a fool – but really ends up using the occasion to engineer a clever rhetorical discourse: Theme. 8211; appearance / reality / foolishness – deeper wisdom. The communion of the meal – a gathering that isn't as "formal" as a philosophical discourse or a scholarly gathering (like class). The meal. Yet what of the animals. 8211; the disembodied tonges that are t...
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise: New Light
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise. Saturday, January 09, 2010. And not expecting pardon,. Hardened in heart anew,. But glad to have sat under. Thunder and rain with you,. For sunlight on the garden. But there are certainties that come with the morning: the pattering of paws on hardwood floor and the hope for a glimpse of beauty glittering in new light. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Weekends: Just before we left in Aug 2004. You, Who Hear My Singing". Meet The Peop...
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise: Defences of Poetry - 2/23/2002
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Softly, as in an Evening Moonrise. Saturday, February 23, 2002. Defences of Poetry - 2/23/2002. What sparks this entry was a rather long talk I had with a former student about Literature and the way its often perceived. An added impetus for this monologue is the fact that many of us are very literal, rather than literary. I think we believe very much in our ability to be free from the influences of language. Why does Literature seem to make difficult that which could otherwise be so simply expressed?
