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thoughts of a 9 year old

thecanarythief — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 11:21:48 +0000

http://www.worldvision.org.sg/church_article.php?article=25#link25

“I like very much that God died because He wanted to save us from our suffering. He didn’t have to suffer on the cross – He’s God. But He did because He loves us.” says Jezuela.

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thecanarythief — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 02:26:12 +0000

very seldom do i actually intend to write a post whereby it is supposed to be understood. but. i had a very peculiar dream last night. -ok fine, so they are all peculiar, wonka and all, but this is importantly peculiar!-

and it just so coincides with some of my friends’ states of mind recently, most probably because the year is drawing to an end, and like it or not, we are drawn to the state of reflection. but before i say what the dream was, i’ll just continue with what i intended to say. oh and before that,

sorry for not turning up yet again last thursday.

for a very strange reason or so, i still am not used to IB. nothing to do with the people there, but you might think for me having spending a good large portion of my-every-day-save-sunday there, i would get used to it after a year. i thought i would, but by the time june came i realised it wouldn’t. i guess one year, or two by the end of next year, will never make up for the 10 sodding years that taught even the characteristics healthy poo.

maybe, its because the walls of IB are just too angular, too sterile to ever roll and bounce on.

i remember mondays were everyone-run-for-nasi-lemak days; tues to thurs i would devotingly patronise the best yong tau foo stall on earth; fridays were fried rice plus crabstick days.

and because, i am never the one to say alot of heartwrenchingly sentimental things, i will end off this post with the dream. see, i was walking along somewhere, with some person I don’t remember. because it doesn’t matter. what matters more, is what this person said.

“hey you know, i always thought the crapbags were one of the best groups of friends MG ever had.”

no. 8 in C minor

thecanarythief — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 14:36:07 +0000

Beethoven has a way of expressing every perspective, angle of welded emotion so finely that you can just drown in it. Every, single, ludicrous cell in your body down and under the styrofoam waves of its siren charm; no wonder they named that dog after him.

In other news, ..my pikachu is better than yours! Haha.

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thecanarythief — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:02:29 +0000

You look before you leap. You’re the understatement of the year, and for that you should get an award, or at least the honorable mention that never existed. You take a step back, because the erratic beating of what you’ve come to know as your heart tells you that you are scared. Scared of not just the uncertain, but strangely to a greater extent, the certainty that there will be change. You’ve been taught to believe change is bad, safety is vital. But your face refuses to show any trace of cowardice, you force the placid contortion on each muscle that might give away your secret. Everything that surrounds seems to have gone into a stalemate with you, watching your every move as though the many rows of belligerent chairs had eyes which lacked the mercy you seeked. The floodlights of the stadium you face are much too bright for you to see what is before you, and you breathe in, in well crafted anxiety. Perhaps it is better that way, you think to yourself, and you close your eyes only to immerse yourself in a blanket of darkness – and much needed peace. Yes, better indeed.

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thecanarythief — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 12:24:24 +0000

and because it is your very special day, you will now assume the position of being the most special person ever just for today (i know, you’re welcome ..ok, joking), i will make a quick exception to operations examinations just to write a special something, for the most special non- black and white endangered animal ever.

to you: happy birthday. you are honestly extraordinarily cool, as cool as tofu, and though it did make me feel rather stupid bouncing off your school’s canteen walls with fat cat, it really is quite good to see you again. ~~you light up my life!~~ no just kidding (: but you certainly do bring out the retard in me, as you always have throughout s234, and for the many laughs (“hahaha, wait let me breathe before i laugh again”; “idiot la you!”) and brainless yet chivalrous quests (eh let’s go complain about jtay!) and goodness knows what else (let’s recite geography on msn – see who reaches the end first!), you’ve always been there to put a smile on my face. i honestly thank God for a person like you, and though we don’t talk very often nowadays due to a whole lot of stuff, you still know that no matter what, i am here for you (:

as you love to say,
peace! – the little soviet chicken. now enough of that, go mug your lit! haha

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thecanarythief — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 11:40:56 +0000

i’d say, no matter what anyone says about damien rice, his songs are honestly so lyrically beautiful you could almost imagine it being whispered, not noticed in its mellow ways, at your funeral. and for that matter, a beautiful funeral.

it may be raining, oh but there’s a rainbow above you

thecanarythief — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 15:29:51 +0000

it’s been a relatively long time since i’ve last posted, and certainly possibly (haha) a time period comparable with a century since i’ve last posted something that was actually of much meaning.

if in the dark we lose sight of love,
hold my hand and have no fear
cos i, i will be here

and because i am ever so slightly -just slightly- tired, i will, at this juncture retreat and observe the obsidian nature of spotless floor. because it is beautiful, and i need to start planning on how i am going to get christmas presents to everyone on time, for the first time, this year.

if i knew i had a week left to live, i would

thecanarythief — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 11:16:32 +0000

1) quit school immediately
2) eat ahballing
3) go sit on bob one last time
4) play neopets and become champion of spell-o-starve
5) buy a lot of balloons, prefably rainbow coloured
6) read i am sam by dr. seuss, under a tree in botanics
9) go to the beach and build a sandcastle
& splash in puddles in bright yellow paddingtons when it rains
10) buy panda hello panda! haha

so on, so on. it’s rather peculiar, but travelling around the world would not be on my list. even though i thought it was what i always dreamed of doing -still is, actually- but perhaps, when you realise you won’t always have tomorrow, its the little things that mean the most. no not exactly, but. haha

and of course, there are other reasons why i would choose to stay, and many other things i would wish to do. but it really brings everything into perspective, i mean – how would you like to spend the last hour of your life struggling with – o.o – vectors! hahaha. but. oh well

let’s go fly a kite, up to the highest height, let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring, up in the atmosphere, up where the air is clear let’s all go.. fly a kite! hahah

i cannot count beyond my fingers anymore.

thecanarythief — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 13:56:05 +0000

i should really be fast asleep right now. but as much as my body wants to, my mind simply refuses for it to do so. instead, i find myself in the indundatory void of the asleep and the awake, the whispers of lifelessness that are as alive as sunflowers in the cold, cold winter. I also find from within an old soul, one that holds forsaken but never forgotten records of the 60s; where a poetic heart that beats in the slow clapping of melancholic rhythm – tap tap, carrying words ever so precious in its pockets. and like how the stars float ever so gracefully into the ocean, the rain falls down with peace and release, onto the benches in the park, onto the lonely carousels – that perhaps, are not so lonely any more, with every drop that slides across its old and wasted paint.

perhaps, i should sleep. tomorrow will be a long day. pleh! i am a kangaroo and you are a salmon! >

and this shall be aptly called, asdf.

thecanarythief — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 16:35:19 +0000

if i could, i would press caps lock and immediately start typing furiously in capitals, in bold, everything i always wanted to say. it wouldn’t go on forever, but just a paragraph, a very precious one that perhaps, just perhaps could explain everything.

other than that, school’s back, ratatatat, and it is quite amusing to see people getting terrified at the idiosyncrasies involving pi (and this point, i am terribly tempted to go piiiing, but i shall abstain for the sake of retaining sanity (: ) oh, here’s an advertisment for: priscilla ahn! time to do my part in order for her to get relatively famous enough so she can get invited for mosaic music festival next year, which i will drag myself to go to even if i am sick with purple dino pox and need a national security helicopter to move my then 314159 -haha- tonne self to the recital studio.

the ‘backspace’ button is possibly the button that has the highest press count, and entries like these don’t exactly help.