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Notebook No. 5: Where is the sun.
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Notebook No. 5. Sunday, October 16, 2005. Where is the sun. I'm supposed to be playing right now. I'm supposed to be having fun. Can I have fun now? I'm supposed to be sweating silly, pushing against bodies, putting balls through the hoop. Can I play now? I'm supposed to be jumping, shouting, laughing and joking. I'm supposed to playing. I want some fun now. Posted by Sam @ 2:26 PM. Where is the sun? The sun is at the center of the solar system. Interested in linking up your blog? Drop me a line!
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Notebook No. 5: Quidam!
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Notebook No. 5. Saturday, October 15, 2005. The show begins. In sudden darkness the stars above hang in suspense. In place of an unravelling velvet red curtain, music of fantastical mischief creeps into the tent. A chilling mist rushes outwards-in and three figures sit lonely apart. Together, they are tired, exhausted by contrivances. Enslaved by a schedule, erased by the many masks they wear. The child has grown too fast. The housewife has put aside the girl, the pigtails and fairytales, and...He hands ...
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Notebook No. 5: July 2005
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Notebook No. 5. Tuesday, July 26, 2005. The SONA is just another. Marketing tool for personality politics. It is now just another means to promote the PGMA Brand of government. Look at all the applauses and standing ovations. In my experience, only those who want change have access to such passion. Those who want to keep things as they are smug and satisfied and they couldn’t care less. So how can they clap that passionately? They can’t. Plastic lang ‘yan. Does GMA need a confidence booster? I think not&...
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Notebook No. 5: Har Har Har.
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Notebook No. 5. Tuesday, October 18, 2005. Good news, I have just recovered from a massive depression. After Sunday’s perfectly timed. Rainfall, I realized how much of my self-worth I have attached to playing basketball. Don’t laugh. It’s the only thing that keeps many of us alive in this exciting, interesting, so-much-to-do city-state of. The country founded by sir Stamford Raffles. Ok. Nothing beats making someone else’s day as bad as yours. Do you read Calvin and Hobbes? About ‘having a nice day’....
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Notebook No. 5: March 2005
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Notebook No. 5. Sunday, March 27, 2005. Go placidly amid the noise and haste,. Posted by Sam @ 1:43 PM. Thanks everyone. By the way, In Memoriam is simply a truncated version of Psalms 88. It's my two cousins and my uncle whom I am really concerned about. Nothing to worry about my aunt, she's in good Hands. But hey, come to think of it, I shouldn't be worried. Her husband, son and daughter are held by the same Hands. Posted by Sam @ 1:01 AM. Thursday, March 24, 2005. O LORD, the God who saves me,. While ...
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Notebook No. 5: September 2004
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Notebook No. 5. Monday, September 20, 2004. Quote of the Week. Work fascinates me. I enjoy looking at it.". Posted by Sam @ 1:08 PM. Monday, September 13, 2004. Ken is the word ‘can’ spelled as it is pronounced here in Singapore. It is often used as a substitute for the affirmatives ‘Yes’ and ‘Ok’. A: Can we have our group meeting this Friday at 10am? Also, it may be used to ask a question in the same way as ‘Yes? Usually a declarative sentence precedes the question. Often in a question, ken. Is planning...
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Notebook No. 5
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Notebook No. 5. Monday, February 20, 2006. Sometimes storing up excess for a rainy day isn't necessarily good. Consider the Chinese man and his tire-truck belly. Sure, in leaner years, he will have reserves to live on. But inside and unnoticed, he is storing cholesterol and clogging up his arteries. Keep falsehood and lies far from me;. Give me neither poverty nor riches,. But give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you. And say, 'Who is the Lord? Posted by Sam @ 8:51 AM.
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Notebook No. 5: Anyway
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Notebook No. 5. Wednesday, November 23, 2005. LET ME CHASE YOU in my sleep and out. Let me look into your eyes and reach for you. Let me tickle you and make you laugh. Let me kneel and slip a ring on your finger and imagine waking up entangled with you, smelling your hair and watching you sleep, and waking you to a kiss. Anyway, we'll never really be. Posted by Sam @ 1:09 AM. THE MOST ESSENTIAL GIFT for a good writer is a built-in shock-proof shit-detector. Interested in linking up your blog?
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Notebook No. 5: January 2005
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Notebook No. 5. Monday, January 31, 2005. Imagine lying flat on your back, the grainy texture of sand tickling your neck and back. The waves are rhythmically lapping at your heels, sending an occasional cold shiver up your spine. The coconut trees are yawning to the cloudless blue sky. You have not bothered to prop up the giant white umbrella beside you. Instead, you decide to work on that golden brown tan you’ve always wanted just as much as I do. You reach and grasp, feeling the chill in your palm.