thank god for the little things

i didn't want to go back to a house with nothing to do, where the lack of being occupied will kill my anxious heart

so i went up to BT and asked aiqing if she wanted to have dinner

and so we did: we headed for raffles city and i finally ate soup spoon, my craved-for food for quite a while now

then we talked: a levels, boys (mostly my history really), music

oh ya music - we sang next to the chopsticks memorial still it started to rain

then we headed to starbucks hijacked a chair and then sang some more

AIQING IS COOL

and conversation rocks

like i said thank god for the little things

(but god i hope there will be big things to thank you for tmr)

everything crashes into the centre of a friday ...
but today is a saturday and saturdays can only mean good things ...
BUT HOPEFULLY THIS REMAINS FOR THE SAME FOR NEXT SATURDAY TOO
(i told myself i would only start worrying about the a levels a week before the release of results.)

i still haven't decided what i would do.
i'm honestly not being too hopeful here, but if i look at my results, it's very guailan to NOT TELL PEOPLE WHAT THEY ARE.
so i'm thinking of not looking, just close my eyes and tell burge not to tell me what they are, just wait till i'm out of the school before i read them.

i am so scared right. omg omg the BBBBs are materialising in my head as i speak wtf

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last night i watched a film - as i recall it was a horror film.

but srsly, i went to jazz @ south bridge with the other a level interns at ST. it wasn't all that exciting (the singing and the jazz) but the bonding was pretty fun, honestly!

xiu! with the __ bear, looking extremely delicate and vulnerable. my taglines suck.

and my favourite photo of the 'shoot':


tadah! emo lost lover look courtesy of a wandering yarn who managed to find us despite my 'detailed directions'

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to – it belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn’t start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington – it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.

It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.

I know you didn’t do this just to win an election and I know you didn’t do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime – two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they’ll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor’s bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America – I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you – we as a people will get there.

ki today was a bit weird; don't know how i'll do for section b, but c'est la vie - shall trust God.

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Does anyone remember the day he stopped in the middle of walking out, turned around to face us, and asked us all to look him in the eye and tell him we were happy here, here where we are? Were.

I think we all forgot; we act like it, anyway. Maybe pain is protuding soft rock and the masquerade sandpapers it away.

It's be another few years before someone asks us that again. But I suspect we'll go float on like before.