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June | 2012 | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. I spent the last 5 days at the pre-university seminar. These 5 days were extermely tiring, the food sucked, there was no coffee, and we had to wait insanely long just to travel from one part of NTU to another. How can we impart good moral values in our younger generation? My regret is that I didn’t manage to take down notes during majority of these sessions so that I can help myself digest all the information and ideas put across during this seminar. Even though ...I had a...
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September | 2012 | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. The issue of grieving. I believe that grieving isn’t just a chapter in life, it’s an ongoing process that one has to experience. No one can stop grieving. We just have some days where things are better and more optimistic about life, and others, not so well. What we have to do is to learn how to cope with the grief, and to have healthy outlets to grieve. We also have to recognize that we shouldn’t feel guilty moving on with life. Parts of life that needs to be recorded.
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Pre-University Seminar reflection | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. I spent the last 5 days at the pre-university seminar. These 5 days were extermely tiring, the food sucked, there was no coffee, and we had to wait insanely long just to travel from one part of NTU to another. How can we impart good moral values in our younger generation? My regret is that I didn’t manage to take down notes during majority of these sessions so that I can help myself digest all the information and ideas put across during this seminar. Even though ...I had a...
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Pursuit of things that ultimately don’t matter | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. Pursuit of things that ultimately don’t matter. Sure, we can, and should take breaks and have rest because we are still human. We need to fufill our human and physical needs. God has created us this way. But anymore than that, we’re wasting our time. Parts of life that needs to be recorded. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Hello World.”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.com.
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The words I couldn’t say | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. The words I couldn’t say. In parts of life that needs to be recorded. In a book, in a box, in the closet. In a line, in a song I once heard. In a moment on a front porch late one June. In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon. There it was at the tip of my fingers. There it was on the tip of my tongue. There you were and I had never been that far. There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms. And I let it all slip away. What do I do now that you’re gone.
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March | 2012 | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. My course-mates and I went to Ren Ci Nursing Home on the 10th March as it was part of our campaign, ‘Embrace Aging’. The smiles of the patients that I saw; the joy that these people expressed, They mean a lot to me and I still remember them close to my heart. It’s amazing how just talking and singing to them brings them so much joy. Parts of life that needs to be recorded. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Hello World.”.
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Hello World. | It's a part and parcel of life. | Page 2
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It's a part and parcel of life. You finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case. 8212; “Next life” by Woody Allen. How I wish life was like that. But hey, when I die, I’ll go to heaven where God is, and I will find my rest there. Isn’t that better? It’s teachers’ day today; I went back to Hougang to pay a visit to my teachers who taught me when I was in secondary school. So thank you Miss Lee, Miss Lim, Mr Ang, Miss Li, Mrs Tan, Mrs Lai, Miss Chia. And to all the teachers out there, thank you. I think I miss...
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February | 2014 | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. The words I couldn’t say. In parts of life that needs to be recorded. In a book, in a box, in the closet. In a line, in a song I once heard. In a moment on a front porch late one June. In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon. There it was at the tip of my fingers. There it was on the tip of my tongue. There you were and I had never been that far. There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms. And I let it all slip away. What do I do now that you’re gone.
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October | 2013 | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God,. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. This is my story, this is my song,. Praising my Saviour all the day long;. This is my story, this is my song,. Praising my Saviour all the day long. Parts of life that needs to be recorded. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Hello World.”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
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residueation | Hello World.
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It's a part and parcel of life. The words I couldn’t say. In parts of life that needs to be recorded. In a book, in a box, in the closet. In a line, in a song I once heard. In a moment on a front porch late one June. In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon. There it was at the tip of my fingers. There it was on the tip of my tongue. There you were and I had never been that far. There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms. And I let it all slip away. What do I do now that you’re gone. This i...
