tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62925012011-07-10T18:34:01.927+08:00<center><img src="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2003/z030032/image/image.gif"></center><p> [pla·ce·bo] a medication prescribed more for the mental relief of the patient than for its actual effect on a disorder <br> [over·drive] a state of heightened activity\m/ Adrian \m/http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088202941226570782noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292501.post-22303104041369677672009-03-15T22:34:00.002+08:002009-03-15T22:53:10.393+08:00

It was not too long ago when the earth we lived in was less aware of terrorism, a little more aloof about global warming, a little more apathetic about the global financial system and stock markets, a little less violent, a little more predictable and a little less hectic.Perhaps nothing has changed only the sightglass that had sharpened the view of the same old earth; a clearer revelation of

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Analogies are great for describing things, arent they? Simple, complex, far-fetched, head-on, regardless, analogies are still great for creating controversies or corridor topics. Fashion this. Life is like little creations of sand castles. Each life with a unique illustration of their own sand castles. Their own renditions of heartaches, sorrows, happiness and joy. Some built on a broad base.

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Interested in getting this cool slalom windsurfing board? Its only been used for slightly over 15mths and the board condition is almost as good as brand new. Be it for decoration purposes or windsurfing, this board is up for sale at only S$250. Such a bargain is hard to come by. For Windsurfing enthusiasts who are looking for the technical specs: Model name: Mistral SLE (special limited

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What's on TV tonight? Prime time serial dramas seem to have always been veering towards a certain theme dependent on the season of choice. Still remember the "longetivity family drama" shows like Holland V and Happy Fish that runs like over 100 episodes? Oh and my primary school favourite sword-fighting drama like "The last big prawn" (最后一个大侠）and the even more memorable aiyo-yo Chen Liping

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Before the last lap begins, there is a need for some retrospection. Just so for understanding how much time has passed.Just so for knowing that time was not wasted.Soon, the paper chase will stop and the rat race will begin.A perfect beginning of the end.An entry into an uncharted dimension.Before any changes, i wish to preserve this current moment.I want to remember the black fine sand on the

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They say school life beats working life hands down.They say all will end too soon before you can even say stop.They say life isnt about the moola.They say life is about passion.They say childhood is a phantom tale.They say all things will fall into place.The comfort we live by in lies, beliefs, faith and cliche. Nobody really delve deep into such seemingly useless thoughts. They are thoughts

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I ever came across this interesting idea about how humans have a channel of interaction with their environment in ways that are intangible and intrinsically dependent on their moods which in turn have an effect on the response they receive from their surroundings. This form of interaction can be translated into fourier wave response curves and according to the findings that purported this

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Yup these words spells it all in abbreviation, that is.

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And we will be singing familiar old songs faithfully like it used to be sung to us when we were snugged up comfortably in our cribs. Singing till the sun dips down the horizon. Overwhelmed by the sweetness of the breeze that had swept through rows and rows of grapevines and orchards, carrying with it an orchestra of illustrious symphony; the sound of wind whistling against the blades of grass. No

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If life experiences were akin to a lush meadow sprawled with a wide variety of flowers, then butterflies will be moments that are worth capturing. Moments cant be framed nor can they be stored forever. In captivity, ther wither and fade away. We can only hang on to them and enjoy the moments we share. Butterflies are born to be free. So that others can have their share of moments too. So, how

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Dead. No chance. Then came 5pm and things started to shape up a bit. 5 mins later, a line of dark ripples started unfolding. Drawing in from afar. The tension in the arms started to build up and the feeling's right. Hooked on and developed into a consistent drive through the chops. The tension eased off as the speed picked up. The foot straps were biting into my skin and for sure there were going

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3 mths and it was well packed and well spent. Hols is ending. School is starting. But im still soaking up the remnants of whatever hols is left and optimising the hours and minutes left before the term starts all over again. Chances are it would take a few weeks before I can put things in perspective. I'm guessing i would still be dreaming of the wonderful lifestyle it has been for the past 3

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It was quite refreshing to see Plain Sunset perform again after their temporal break-up. Missing baybeats was not so bad after receiving such acts of consolation. Their defunct status, however shortlived, hadnt really dampened their fans' loyalty, in fact it just grew stronger. Infectious tunes, catchy choruses, punching fists, body surfing and bobbing heads pretty much rounded up the mood for

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Ya that maybe true during NS days but as civilians, we should exercise our rights even in a pseudo-democratic society. But, ya its tough lah. Those who rise up against authority often gets shoot down without even knowing what's left of their body, maybe just the lower torso for running far far away and never to return. What is courage? Doing something without any notion of the risks involved and

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Everyone has an image that they construe about themselves. Though sometimes in actual fact that image may not fit the physical self exactly. Whats more this image can be quite flexible and its always on a "polymorph" mode. Yes, our alter egos. Like a disc changer, swapping discs according to the situation. And sometimes when the changer fails, the disc hops around and there's this "stuck in

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I remember this sec sch literature teacher who has very dramatic expressions and often, very unknowingly, created a universe of her own right before us. Her powers were exceptional and that incredible source of energy came out of her mouth in the form of words. Back then, i never knew that speakers were actually very powerful people. Impressionable speakers motivates and drives listeners to think

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窗外的雨似乎在挑战我内心的平衡点。源源不绝的豪雨泛滥了我内心干瘪的沙漠。沙沙的风声卷起了一丝丝的回忆。原本无生命的玻璃窗就这样活了起来。窗，它仿佛在跟我细说往事。在平面的玻璃窗外滑落着的雨水构成了一面透明的窗帘。看到的竟是一个熟悉的脸庞。“不，这不是我。还我10年前的青春。我不要迷惘。我不要忧郁。我不要感伤。我不要惆怅。我要在青春的大草原上奔跑，嬉戏。”

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Everyone's opinions, thoughts and feelings differ given the same condition and situation. What seems like a simple problem to one person may spell a mayhem of disastrous confusion for another. Leaving intelligence out of the equation, leaves us a few probable reasons as to why it happens. After all, a professor in school ever mentioned that the intelligence spectrum of humans is very small and

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It used to be difficult to describe to parents why watching mtv is cool and why we chat online when we could make upfront and sincere exchanges with friends on the phone or over coffee. At times, it seem almost ridiculous to explain to them why we do it this way and that when we could be doing it in a much more conventional and in some sense traditional method. It wasnt a question of intelligence

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Ever got that feeling when you are that high up in ecstasy and then a moment later, find yourself wishing desperately for that next dosage of "high" to set in even harder and stronger?I guess I can relate to that but not in the context of drugs but in triggering mental stimulants that alleviate all pressure almost instantaneously through physical means. Its funny how some people down cocktails of

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What makes humans so different? What makes us more significant in existence as compared to the countless other living creatures on earth? It is intelligence,emotions and many other traits that us, humans possess, grants us the superiority over other living forms. Some may argue that it is only apparent to us as there isnt really a fair basis for comparison. For who knows? Perhaps trees are much

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That's a general feeling of how life has been for the past few weeks. Without bearings but not exactly lost. Spaced out but not exactly gone. Like how you'd swear you'd swiped your arse clean but a suspicious sensation leaves you queasy and an image of a brown patch on your undies floats in your head. Lol...too much details.The past half year was like a bump-in-bump-out period. Just reminds me of

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A typical trait of being human would definitely be "critical" or "judgemental". How many times have we looked over our shoulders and eye at the person-next-door and start comparing this and that. How many times have we peeked into a fellow shopper's shopping cart and comment on the stuff thats lying innoncently in it?If evolution theory is true, there is no doubt somewhere along the line monkeys

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Have you seen a man with a face devoid of expression but filled with passion so much so that he weeps without tearing? Have you seen a man walking under the baking sun but shivers in the cold rain that drenches him deep inside his heart? It may seem ridiculous but i guess sometime somewhere along our lives we have felt his presence. Residing in us, affecting us. There was once someone told me

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What would u do at the crossroad of decisions? Act on impulse and follow your heart or plot out a mind map and evaluate the various outcomes before finally settling down on a decision? Heart versus mind, which comes first? Its such a challenge to be locked in a conflict of thoughts and desires. To act on instinct can be seen as an impulsive behaviour and at the same time a timely reaction to

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Demolished hopes like a fallen house of cards. Thats all he felt. Dejected. Puzzled by the mixed signals. Or was it a one-sided love affair that made him so intoxicated, he had imagined signs of interest from her phone messages. Every breath he took was as essential as his thoughts that revolves around her. She was his mind fuel.There was a blueprint for development. Brilliant and full of

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People are sensitive creatures but not to everything. Varying intensities and level of stimuli are just part of the big equation that equate to "diversity". Its pretty evident. Just take a look at how we typecast people. Musicians and poets are often deemed emotionally-sensitive as compared to scientists and engineers who are more atuned to numbers and graphs. But if you think about it, arent

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"We Are The Ordinary" by Over ItYou might not build it overnightBut you can surely try to tie the stitch And thread it tight.Find something essential and Don’t bother with all the details.If you look too hard its hard to find.Cause it’s the ordinary that makes you extraordinary.The light we all see.The best in everything.Its unpredictable, those countless little things.Like the familiar face you

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"The Frowning Of A Lifetime" by Hey MercedesSome days you can't help but wake up helplessThe window world has got you all arms ready andAlthough I want to cheer you up in the worst wayI can only muscle down a frownSome days I can't help but wake up helplessThis Goodnight girl has got me all arms ready andShe might sell them all but I can tellThe worth of her three weary wordsNot what you would

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"King of New Orleans" by Better than EzraThere's an angel on the stairs(as if you'd even care)When the lights go up,and the sun has nearly gone down.Did you see him on the street?Did you pass him at your feet?Did you think aloud,"how dare they even look me in the eye'?And he loves the girls.And he loves the boys.Going to make twenty dollars before the weekends over.So set him up,Let him fall.Turn

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"Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year" by Fall Out BoyAre we growing up or just going downIt's just a matter of time until we're all found outTake our tears and put them on iceI swear I'd burn this city down to show you the lightWe're the therapists pumping through your speakersDelivering just what you needWe're well read and poised We're the best boysWe're the chemists who've found the

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"Shamans Witches Magic" by Hidden in plain viewAnd there's villians in their closets and theives beneath their bedsAnd business men in mirrors with guns against their headsStepstools beneath their ankles nooses tied around their throatsSharpening their switchblades and sighting in our scopesSinging no one sleeps tonight till everything is burned and everyone is sacrificedNo one sleeps tonight

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"Basement ghost singing" by Armour for sleepNow I'm in your basementI'm laying low to keep out of your wayI hear your footstepsMove the floorboards above my headI have my own routine nowI'm keeping busy in my own wayI'm learning ways to not feelLike I'm down here foreverI hear your footstepsMove the floorboards above my headI hope you know that I'm down hereJust for youI sang a song to you

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"Maintenance" by Force VomitAku bosan dengan muJangan Dekat pada kuAku tak mau jadiSeorang pengemis hatiJangan EngkauDekat padakuTranslated..."I am bored of you don't come near meI don't want to be someone who's a beggar of heartDon't you come near meDon't you bother MeMe MeMaintain, MaintainCarry on Wak, maintain"Ive seen local bands performed aplenty but Force Vomit must be the only band that

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"In every difficulty, there is opportunity." There are a few other variations to this quote that has the same meaning. In certain context, it may seem the best motivational line to offer a person in great distress. However, it can be equally detrimental. Apply it to our present lifetime...and we will see the ills of commercialism rearing its ugly head amongst us. It is disturbing to see

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"Hard act to follow" by GrinspoonYou're a hard act to followSuch a fine lookin' fellowI hear you're bell's yellowYou're a hard act to swallowIt kind of makes me sickThe way you turn those trickesCome on and light it upI want to feel the rushI'll be shooting for thrills when I walk out that doorYou say it's hard to care anymoreKills, Thrills and Sunday pillsI"m on a mission to kill still cause

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"Audrey, Start The Revolution!" by AnberlinMaybe tonight we'll get back togethersound the alarms and break all the leversThese streets are oursOur anthem ringsYou'd know the truth if these walls could singAmateur youth sling down the signsGather the masses, friends of mineI've got your back if you've got my handThis isn't over it just beganIf this isn't love (This isn't love)this is the closest

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"Punk Rock Princess" by Something CorporateMaybe when the room is empty,Maybe when the bottle's full.Maybe when the door gets broke down, Love can break in.Maybe when I'm done with thinking,Maybe you can think me whole.Maybe when I'm done with endingsThis can begin, this can beginThis can begin.If you could be my punk rock princess, I would be your garage band king.You can tell me why you just

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Still Coughing.I'm no longer a convalescent. I'm a hopleless soul addicted to coughing.The verdict is out.Fighting for justice was as futile as the meds i was taking throughout the week. No i cant change class. I still had to face the oddball with this freaky habits and insecurities. The help we seeked assured that we wont be victimised. That 1 point was returned to us. However, the "truce" was

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Theres no other way of expressing my sorrows and frustration of not being able to 拜年(visiting relatives for festive greetings) lest to say the exasperating coughing fits that breaks in whenever i speak. The ushering of the rooster year may have brought some of us much happiness and ang baos but all i got was that dollop of feathers stuck in my throat. Despite missing out on 2 days of holiday, i

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Until the day I die by Story of the Year Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you, for you Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you As years go by I race the clock with you But if you died right now You know that I'd die to I'd die too You remind me of the times When I knew who I was (I was) But still the second hand will catch us Like it always does We'll make the same mistakes

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23 by Jimmy Eat World I felt for sure last night That once we said goodbye No one else will know these lonely dreams No one else will know that part of me I'm still driving away And I'm sorry every day I won't always love these selfish things I won't always live...Not stopping... It was my turn to decide I knew this was our time No one else will have me like you do No one else will have me, only

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The Timid Gentlemen by Anadivine Don't turn away I'm the only thing you know you wanted Polite and tamed left you feeling like a child who's getting bored but your skin is worn just like California didn't warn you that you'd burn beneath the setting sun I'm taking it back I'm turning from you, I'm turning from you I'm taking it back So colors don't turn from black to blue You can put that gun

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I was preached and fed with information based on a 3-dimensional world. It was much later in my adolescent years that someone proposed to me the idea that time was the 4th dimension. But could it be our limitations as humans that prevent us from becoming actively aware of the other dimensions? We are unable to tell hence it doesnt exist. Dogs are able to hear a wider range of frequencies of

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The vicissitudes of life stir up so much emotions in us. There are so much shades and degrees of intensity to every feelings. Its amazing how scientists can actually categorised emotions into chemical equations. For every hate you harbour, for every love you bear, its simply the outcome of chemicals churning inside your brain. Some of us grew numb to emotions as our hearts become callous to the

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It was the final day of Singapore Open 2004. There was no grand finale. No rewarding races at the end of the four-day competition. Just a day long of downpour. Like a symbolic salute to those who perished on the fateful sunday just a week ago. There was a pensive atmosphere to the cold air. Chilly breeze occasionally brushes through the shed that we all took shelter from the incessant rain.

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Today felt so surreal. News about massive tsunamis attacking the coasts of neighbouring countries simply seemed so far-fetched. Figures were buzzing over the radio like a ticker-tape. Hollywood has indeed smudged the line between fiction & reality. While the newscaster was churning out the dishes of information, all i could picture in my head was a carousel of scenes from "Deep Impact"--massive

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A Snap Shot of The Devil; An Epitome of Greed. "A Hole In The World" by Thursday In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts And the exit sign offers no light to see by Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see without you When the world is crashing down Part with it Start again When the world is crashing down These notes will fold themselves Standing at the margin's

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Dont just stare at the heading. Zap that images of sweaty, tangled bodies in your mind. Nothing tantalizing here. Face it, we are constantly misinterpreting the GREAT Karma Sutra. Ok, theres no need for mind-boggling terms & intricate explanations. Everything is self-explanatory once you listen to Manic Street Preachers' "If you tolerate these, then your children will be next" or New Radicals' "

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No pun intented. Anyhow, when I entered the theatre and saw the numerous children fidgeting in their seats, I became skeptical about the movie. Was I too old for this cartoon? Sitting beside me was a popcorn-munching whinner. As the show started, I was treated to a slew of special sound effects. There were squeals, giggles and chatter coming from the little tarts as they struggle to keep their

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Influenza was a convenient reason for me to stay home & lay snugly in bed while the whole world engages in another episode of "Hectic Days of our Lives". I've perfected & successfully modelled the lifestyle of a hermit. Yes, im the new-age hermit. Confined within the comforts of my home. Barred from the rest of the world. Armed with a laptop & a TV set. I was too boring for the TV though. Its

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A Shot from NSC

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Have u ever seen or heard something that really makes u think about how bizarre the world is? Bizarre, not in a funny way like America's Funniest Home video. Bizarre, in such a way that it makes you want to question about existence and the relevance of ur presence. Maybe i have too much time for myself that im no longer acting normal. Perhaps its my constant devotion to Armour for Sleep's "

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smiles were wore like badges on every beach-goers:Fathers no longer have to run to fly kites for their children to see. Children no longer need to think that kite-flying is only Daddy's silly little lie. Kites do fly. At least they did today.Bladers, cyclists & joggers had something to smile about too. Besides getting a nice tan at the end of the day, the breezy weather helped to keep the heat

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This season is the reason why speed-hungry surf addicts are seeking for emotional assistance. Hopes for high speed monsoon winds and wicked chops for jumps were just beginning to rise when all were thrashed and disintegrated. After a long lull of dead wind, pale yellow skins and lack of adrenaline fix, it should have been time for nature to deliver its cure to the surf addicts. However, 2

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I cannot imagine a world with no music, no sound. Its a neccesity for sanity checks. Music can sculpture an atmosphere for us to relax, vent out latent frustration and design moods for the right occasion. A bus ride to school can be such a painfully long journey but it is cut short with a muvo in hand. Cycling can be draining but it has become a breeze when the music's on. A horror flick may not

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"Woah so lucky!!" "Better than striking 4 D!" These are just some of the common responses a couple will get when they have a pair of twins. There is even a chinese idiom that means "happiness comes in pairs".It seems like almost everyone is in approval of doubles and pairs. While you have singles in Badminton, there are also doubles. Same goes for table-tennis and the list goes on.Though it

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Daisy was a typical Somalian kid. Starved. Undernourished. Sick. Dehydrated. Death appears before her every now and then. There was no such thing as laughter in a place worse than hell. Baked under the heat of the sun, her lips were as dry as the Sahara. All that she understood was sorrow; written on the faces of her loved ones. There were too many flies around. She wasnt taught to fan them away.

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Since a very long time, I've regarded hair-styling as a hussle and a waste of time. After all the thick lock on my head isnt exactly floppy, smooth and soft. Its just the total opposite. Frustrated with the fact that I could never be a comb-welding & hair-floppy ah-beng, I just let my garden grow. Even plants are monitored and taken care of properly. Just look at bonsai plants; constant pruning

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Exams may be over...BUT those painful little pimples just wouldnt go away.FRET NOT!Introducing APPLE CIDER JUICE. Not only is apple cider a good slimming formula, it also does wonders on fixing up the trouble spots on your face! Being plagued by acne and pimples doesnt spell the end of the world. At least it will be a thing of the past after you have read this. According to a newspaper article,

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There is so much fun surfing during the monsoon. Saving money is no longer a chore. You can skip gym training and break your back out at sea doing uphaul drills.You can tell your mama not to worry about dehydration cause you will be downing plenty of seawater while doing the sport itself.You can forget about your stress-relieving yoga sessions; theres no time for you to worry when you are

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Today's wind was gauged to be between 15 and 18 knots. Crazy gusts. Patchy and Shifty winds. It was a cause for celebration for the pros on shortboards. These suckers for high-octane adrenalin rushes breathe, feed and survive on winds like these. A purpose for living forged on the high speeds of monsoon wind. This was just the beginning of the monsoon season. In days to come, the winds will be

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"Please Let me drive your taxi, Queen. I need to catch those chicks!"

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"No way Dork! I'm the Queen! I drive!"

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"And yes, we are America's Next Top Models!"

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Smile And I'm smitten already. Theres no longer a need for sunshine when I'm basking in your rays. Aww...that beam. (fairy sighted in the heart of sunny island)

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"Anyone, Anyone" By Dashboard Confessional ...get a little lost look, as I'm staring from the corner of my eye.Never really mastered disinterest.I can't see how the way that you leave me alone makes us closeI must be out of touch... And there she was standing in the crowd. So much tranquility within the chaotic crowd. Angelic, untainted. Her presence froze the atmosphere but those bright eyes

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No, i was joking about discovery channel. But there was undoubtedly, a discovery made in the vicinity of my neighbourhood.How many people actually question things like "why is Tampines called Tampines?"Such questions only cause rude stares and uncontrollable convulsions from your dear friends and family members. Hmm or maybe not so dramatic. LOL However one brave soul did the ludicrous thing

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Discovery Channel @ work right @ your door step.

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DRUG OF THE DAY: PARKLIFE BY BLURPRESCRIPTION: Verse Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife) And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as(parklife) John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they love a bit of it (parklife) Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your

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The exams may be ending in 2 days time. I may already be in "holiday mood". But the nocturnal bug is still omnipresent. I just cant seem to sleep early. Excuses for waking up late? Probably. And so it was. Today's record wasnt as outstanding as sunday. A humble record @ 1130am. Cycled down to Swee Lee's. Bought some guitar strings. Thanks to RH. DUH! The sales assistant was a tad too "friendly"

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Woke up late today. Went down to ECP and helped Mr Tan to redeck the boards. 5:3 thats the ratio for resin to hardener. The boards looked so new yet they are on the brink of phasing out. Mistral one design will be remembered as a class of the past. And the younger generation will be astonished by how people in the past can actually use such boards. Just like how the round-bottom boards that TC

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