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Very tempted to send a text to my advisor and beg for a one day extension using my nausea as an excuse (and a very good excuse at that), considering I almost deposited $4 worth of food and drink (chicken porridge and teh-o) into the sink (I pushed my vomit back down because I really need to nutrients) and spent the past hour on my bed immobile from a combination of flatulence and nausea.

My granny concluded that the recent trip is the cause of all our health troubles. Upon our return, my brother was struck with fever, I was struck with nausea, loss of appetite and flatulence, my other brother and granny is starting to feel unwell today, and my mother has grown some fluid-filled sac on her lip.

Scary or what.

So next trip, no more to scary places like S-R-W-K. Next up will be....KOREA! So this is a call to all my friends out there who is dying to go there; my mom and I are planning a trip after graduation so let's all go together!

Kbye. Report awaits, sigh :S

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I think one of the most fascinating things in life is to pop a thermometer in your mouth and watch the numbers race rapidly to fever pitch, pun intended. But of course, my amusement lasts as long as it takes to make me realise that my body's been invaded by something unwelcomed and that a shit-ass fever's gonna cripple me to my bed all day long. Of course, I'd take a full-blown fever over a half-baked nausea any day, you know, the kind that makes you retch but nothing comes out. Eurgh.

I think I really am psychologically allergic to my FYP. That means still slogging through the report when the due date was four days ago. I can't help it if my pathology makes my progress slow, right?

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http://www.areavoices.com/hodgepodge/?blog=23301

I want to watch A Clockwork Orange but I'm scareddddd.
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The first thing I do every morning is to test my body for new aches and pains.

I'm scared for every single game and every single training (and every single time I take the stairs too). But every single time I manage to make a good run, or a good pass or make a good shot, every single fear seems worth it.

We are stronger than we allow ourselves to think. The challenge is to allow ourselves to believe that during the crucial moments.

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Believe it or not, I still have emails that go way back to year 1, and way back to the first polite for the current year 3s.








I have always felt that I'm a few tournaments too late, and if I could do the impossible, I'd bring myself now to the past where I can play with the people who are no longer here in the team today. With the game only tomorrow, I keep thinking about the people that I wish I can play with, some of whom are the authors of the emails above. But I'm glad that I'm not too late to play with the remaining year 3s. And since I don't think I'd get to play much, please make this POLITE a memorable one for me, all of you!

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It's 12.56 and I've hardly done any work. Thanks for M for distracting me with his new baby, the Lumix LX3. I WANT PLEASE.

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I really want to go to http://cuteboysmakemenervous.blogspot.com/ and paste your picture there and tell strangers how you used to make my heart jump to my throat and tell them that you still do, even after almost two years (:
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Someone asked me if I'm excited for POL-ITE today. Well I am...kinda. Because my time on the outside is over. Sort of :)
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It was a performance that invites more speculations and future protests. But it was so damn heartwarming that they didn't even change the audio or edit the song. Powerful and spectacular as ever, but the gaping hole is too damn obvious to ignore. 

They didn't change the audio, J, they haven't filled up your place.

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This, from a guy who's a hardcore metal head, the kind of music that contains only noise and break-glass-kinda-screechings, and who walks around school with his band of 3 bruddas with their nose in the air like as if they're F4. This is proof that my 20% Nichkhun (whose percentage has fallen by now due to Wooyoung) is pretty enough for guys to have fantasies about.

J, WHAT TIME IS IT NOW??

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Looking at Duck's and Xing's photos makes me realise how lazy and uninspired I've been.
Aisshhhh, I must be going crazy from Jae Bum-leaving-2pm depression; this is my nth post for today already. Not even Gu Jun Pyo is making me feel better. Aissshhhh.
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LOVE IS A DOG FROM HELL- a celebration of Charles Bukowski
15 Minutes, LASALLE College of the Arts
 

"For the first time since Dylan and the Beat generation, music and literature fall in love again.
Come 28th September, head down to 15 minutes for manic literary fun- free for one and all.
Celebrate Charles Bukowski's Love is a Dog from Hell with Dj Nomsta's eclectic tunes, MUX's haunting recitals and instrumentation, and visuals from VJ Jun with a special guest appearance from Pooja
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The only reason I would go is so that they can change my impression of his work because honestly, I am an ignoramus and my first impression of it is that it looks and sounds like how I would throw keywords randomly onto paper when I cannot string them into a sentence. I just don't get it and I just don't feel it. So maybe the right atmosphere and the artificial nudge can coax the appropriate response from me, heh.
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Feb 3, 1900: Korea vs Singapore
Feb 4, 1600: Singapore vs Malaysia
Feb 5, 1900: Australia vs Singapore
Feb 6: 1800: Singapore vs Japan
Feb 7: 1300: India vs Singapore

The week right before UT3 :S
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Ahhh, Jay... Why oh why? :(
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1) Settle community work stuff and get settled in
2) Photograph, photograph, photograph.
3) Learn editting techniques.

At least now I know my left knee architecture is intact, and that's good news only if I ignore the flashing neon sign that says that tragic knee injuries are often sudden and unexpected. A reprieve, nonetheless, while I work to strengthen my muscles further through interval cycling, which I'll endorse to be fully beneficial. Tomorrow she will perhaps look at the blood vessels in my leg, cool or what. And maybe a heart MRI on Friday. It's so cool being a (radiography) lab rat but I hope hope hope that the results do not turn up anything that I won't want to see. Science is scary like that.

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(deviantart)

There was no way I could have explained my chronic moroseness to the head counselor, no way I could tell her how I had already alienated most of my bunkmates- who were themselves into Donna Summer and Sister Sledge and arguing over who got to be John Travolta and who got to be Olivia Newton-John in their lip-sync renditions of Grease - by playing the Velvet Underground on my crappy little tape recorder late into the night. How could they possibly understand why it made no sense to me to listen to disco music and dance around the cabin when I could lie on the concrete floor with just the single bulb of bathroom light while Lou Reed's voice would lure me into a life of nihilism?
- Prozac Nation; Young and Depressed in America. A memoir.

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I like this picture so much because they look so indiexzxz (and intoxicated). And everyone should watch Brown Eyed Girls' Abracadabra, because, pardon me, it's just damn sexxeddd. Just look at the screen shots below *clears throat and tugs at collar.





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