twittering

This blog had become rather dead, but that’s only because I’ve been busy micro-blogging on twitter. @woonhian

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sigh

I really don’t know what to say anymore.

1. Hi friends,
Royce and I were discussing just the other day about having some post-int-hist fun after the history paper on Friday. haha that basically means lanning so we’re wondering if anyone else will be interested. Thus far, the interested people are Royce, Funx and I. Will be playing CS mostly, probably one match of DOTA.

We’re thinking of inviting Mr. Kung too. haha good opportunity for us to accidentally ‘kill him too many times’. Haven’t asked yet, will be confirming the number of interested parties in our class first. If there is insufficient numbers, we may ask another history class if they’re interested (:

Yup, so please state here if you wanna join in the fun! haha and I apologize in advance to the girls as this activity may be slightly male-dominated.

Alright, good luck and study hard for the rest of the papers!

nick

This was a triumph…

…for the people who are still alive.

The world didn’t end. Time to get on with mugging.

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guess who’s back

And I still do not know.

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cny shopping

This weekend is my annual cny shopping spree! New clothes and shoes for the new year! Shirts from Bossini, pants from Baleno and shoes from Queenstown Shopping Centre. (And no I didn’t get myself a Newbie t-shirt. wahaha.)

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The Carrot Seed by Ruth Krauss

A little boy planted a carrot seed.

His mother said, “I’m afraid it won’t come up.”

His father said, “I’m afraid it won’t come up.”

And his brother said, “It won’t come up.”

Everyday the little boy pulled up the weeds around the seed and sprinkled the ground with water.

But nothing came up.

And nothing came up.

Everyone kept saying it wouldn’t come up.

But he still pulled up the weeds around it every day and sprinkled the ground with water.

And then, one day, a carrot came up.

Just as the little boy had known it would.

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“Its author, Ruth Krauss, claimed that it took her an entire lifetime to craft. Not satisfied with the impact the original version had, Krauss whittled the text down to its final 101 words, making it one of the shortest picture book texts when it was published in 1945.”

Comments about the story are welcome.

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comment

@ anonymous:

I deleted your comments, not because I’m a coward, but because you’re one for commenting using my email address.

lol. =p

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Vibe @ DXO

I think holding street dance performances in DXO for a large crowd isn’t really a good idea. For one, the performing area is lower than where the audience is. True, there’s a second floor, but you can’t squeeze much people around the perimeter of the second floor railings, plus the fact that it is totally sealed by glass…

ZOMG JEFFREY CHUAH I didn’t know you could dance until liddat. XD In class you’re like so quiet then actually you’re practicing your uber streetdance skills. woahhh.

There was this group of really really young street dancers who came to perform too, one of them was Kids Central’s 1-minute-of-fame champion, and the youngest was, like, 10 years old. To quote somebody whom I overheard while this group was performing: “Song bo? When that 10-year-old kid grow up he/she (?) can boast to all his/her (?) friends that he/she (?) had gone into a club when he/she was ten.” Wahaha. [And btw, this is my first time entering a club.]

I can’t really give a proper review for the whole performance wholly because I saw less than 25% of the performances due to my inability to find a good spot to have a good view. >< So me, eugene, elena, sherry/sheri/sherie/cherie/sharity (><) and royce just slacked on a sofa at the back.

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A simple action by someone can cause sleepless nights, not only because it is an unforgettable action, but also because it makes you get totally confused all over again.

The above sentence is not meant to be understandable by anyone by me.

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when

…will the previous post be unlocked? I wonder.

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RJC Architecture (woahh)

Now… how did my last blog post end up here?

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Music essay:  586 words, and counting (<– i hope)

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