tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60737732009-11-12T13:29:05.868+08:00steffienoreply@blogger.comBlogger444125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073773.post-5157220655834687012009-11-12T13:19:00.002+08:002009-11-12T13:29:05.876+08:00

Like Coastes' Signature Freeze on a hot day, these woes have washed away.

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And the past 2 week-beginnings, The longest Monday in 12 weeks, and the bluest. Dang the most retarded things happen to me whenever I present. Steffie if you can't be normal, the least you can do is try to act normal.

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Nothing beats being around people who share a common past. Ready for the next (last) 4 weeks, hit me baby!

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I took a chance to space out during BGS today, and mulled over how I ended up here. I'm really quite a mess. Everytime I want to speak up during class discussions, my heart starts beating erratically, my hands tremble, and I feel the sudden rush of blood in my legs. Heck, I can hear the throbbing of the veins in my legs. Which prompts me to think; "Why did I choose Business Admin? I should have

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Trigger-unhappy.

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LMAO ROFL LOL.

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It was only a year ago that I was so bummed I couldn't go for the Singapore GP because of A's, and then my Dad said he'd let me go next year and next year is this year and Chans is in Melbourne now and she's going over next year and you see how next year comes so soon like how 7 months flew by and Ling passed out last night but tomorrow night he's flying off to Japan. The next thing you know

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That won me a $30 book voucher for Page One. Which I am planning to spend on buying a copy of 'The God Delusion' for Ling cause I think his is in a bad state after 10 months in my possesion. Either that or the paperback edition of the final Potter book, which I haven't read (!!!!!!!!!!!) since it was released two years ago. Now if I could just find some time to make a diversion from my daily

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I just spent 8 hours in GSR 3-2 preparing for the LTB presentation. It happened today. Yes, today is Sunday. I was in school on a Sunday. And polo took up quite a bit of my Saturday. Oh, and guess what my awesome LTB prof is having her class next Saturday because Monday is a public holiday. I'm beginning to believe in the non-existent weekend.

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Monday = LTB, Fluff and fun Tuesday = The Mentalist Wednesday = Tomorrow's the second last day of the week Thursday = Tomorrow's the last day of the week Friday = Last day of the week YES! And repeat. For eight weeks.

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Current state of mind (then): " Menstrually frustrated. " So about a week ago I decided to channel all that restless energy into roaming the streets of the Civic District, with the mid-day sun blazing down my neck and my camara in tow. I think the world is most beautiful when it's bathing in the glorious rays of the sun, and the cloudless sky is that perfect hue of blue. There's beauty in the

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Brunch at Jones the Grocer, my favourite place in Singapore because I love breakfasts and I love dining alfresco. And although I do acknowledge the fact that it's the most important meal of the day, I still skip breakfast every day. Which means that if I do have breakfast, it's got to be big. Daddy's full English Breakfast. Ah which brings back memories of the UK. Mum's BLT on toasted

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When I'm not scraping melted cheese stains of plates, chopping onions with a vengeance, mashing hard-boiled eggs, ridding canned tuna and defrosted chicken of their juices, slicing swiss cheese and cleaning the kitchen like there's no tomorrow ( henceforth the venerable title of "Shanghai Maria" )

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Couldn't upload photos onto blogger the past few days, so pardon the long absence. Anyway nothing fantastico about Cambridge because it's just another university town. Although I really hope I'll get a chance to study there, always wanted to study abroad ( I'm so jealous of Cheng and Chans ). I think the University of Cambridge has a really conducive studying environment. Who wouldn't want to

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Chester This little critter came up to us really close while we were taking photos in the park, hoping we'd feed him scraps of food. River Dee Mum loves the Victorian architecture, but I might have been slightly distracted by the shops to fully appreciate its beauty... Peak District Lake District was picturesque, but Peak District was a different kind of beauty. The kind where

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Morecambe Bay And the mud-flats behind. Blackpool Blackpool Tower The weather was really bad, not only was it raining, but it was colder as a result of the downpour as well. Which meant really lousy photos (because I always believe photos turn out nicer when it's sunny), and we didn't have a chance to walk down the pier where all the games and rides were. The town was pretty much dead

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The Town of Windermere Tuesday morning was a beautiful one because the sun was finally up! Blue skies, birds chirping in the trees, a hint of bacon frying in the pan, there is something about mornings. The promise of something new, just waiting to happen. We were staying in a Bed & Breakfast owned by a couple, and I must say they did a good job restoring the old house. There are 8 rooms in the

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Monday morning. After a spot of breakfast, we walked to the Hertz near our hotel to collect our car. The same Ford Focus as in '01 albeit a different colour. A manual car cause you have to pay about 30 pounds more to get an auto car. Gee I wish I learnt manual now. It was quite funny cause Daddy kept forgetting to use the clutch pedal everytime he moved off after stopping. And everytime he wanted

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Only the second day and we had run out of things to do in London. What to do when you've been to the city twice before (and your parents four times before)? Seen all the tourist attractions there are to see? Source for weekend markets online in the cold, drafty lobby of our hotel while waiting for the rain to clear. That's the thing about London skies, it's almost always cloudy, even in summer.

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After travelling 14 hours to Heathrow, 994 miles around the English country, and 14 more hours later, I'm back in Singapore. And about time too, I squirm everytime I see a pile of mash on my platter, longing for a bowl of fragrant white rice. But I've had my fill of rice, and I'm ready to revisit Britain once again, through the lens of my trusty DSLR. Knightsbridge Regent Street Borough

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And I stare at the phone and he still hasn't called And then you feel so low, you can't feel nothin' at all And you flashback to when he said, "Forever and always,"

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is going to pick up the guitar again.

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Heed the advice of one whom you may not perceive to be of equal intellect; Everyone deserves a second chance.

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Confused. Check. Lost. Check. Alone. Check.

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