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July 2010
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April 2010
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A Home Library’s Educational Edge →
austinkleon:
After examining statistics from 27 nations, a group of researchers found the presence of book-lined shelves in the home — and the intellectual environment those volumes reflect — gives children an enormous advantage in school.
“Home library size has a very substantial effect on educational attainment, even adjusting for parents’ education, father’s occupational status and other...
March 2010
5 posts
If you have food in the fridge, clothes on your...
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I should read this every day.
ouch
January 2010
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December 2009
2 posts
I think it says a lot when you have to feel pain to remind yourself that you’re still alive.
November 2009
3 posts
“Maybe it’s the karma. The Starbucks karma.”
– Thanks A LOT Special K.
Simply because she is so quotable.
This is dedicated to Special K, my incoming Sub Editor, who has said TOO MANY quotable things today. Here are the top 3 of the day:
#1: After she realised someone who never claimed to be Nepalese isn’t Nepalese.
SPECIAL K: I can’t believe Yusuf isn’t Nepalese.
SPECIAL K: Its like the past month or so of knowing him has been a lie.
#2: After she and Krispy Kreme found a...
October 2009
3 posts
Why Leibovitz, why??? →
September 2009
11 posts
Glee!
“Glee is like High School Musical with its stomach punched and its lunch money stolen.”
Wooh yeah. It is that, and so much more.
I think I would like to be away.
I thought I could come home, be happy, and spend some time with my parents since hell week is finally over and it ended pretty well, since the team mate and I managed to finish our silly radio docu.
I, for one, didn’t want to come home, and see another person in my house. Someone whom I thought is already a part of the past. Grandma’s dead, you were supposed to leave our lives too,...
Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out. By now, you should’ve somehow realized what it’s all about. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do.
I think the fire in my heart is out. I don’t know what to feel anymore.
This is crap.
I can’t believe what a busy week I’m having. This was what transpired between me and a friend earlier:
“So you’ve got what, 4 things due over the next 3 days?”
“Yeah. Don’t even know how I’ll get round to finishing everything.”
“You’ll crash and burn man.”
“Nope. Don’t have time for that now. I’ve...
“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes...”
– Unknown (via chompingciggs) (via qlassik) (via red-zuan) (via cupidshotme) (via rudolphtherednosereindeer) (via decemberglow) (via spokesuchscurvy)
Hiding in shadows while capturing light.
There is more to photography than mere brand loyalty. Being a photographer means to be able to capture the moment, no matter the situation, whatever the equipment. To be able to blend in, observe and capture the moment.
If you want to call yourself the official photographer of an event, at least be one. Not take out your fancy dandy camera only when you feel like it. Also, it means should others...
Now I know why.
“You want to die ah, argue with her in class. She probably only offered you a lift home so she could kill you in someplace quiet.”
Wise words Cheryl Ong. Now I know why.
“Fairy Newsmother should have some princesses she wants to take to the newspaper...”
– Yusuf Hamid, on the search for a new News Editor
I haven’t felt this tired in a long time.
Is love alive? Or is love a lie?
August 2009
4 posts
HAHA this is classic
Alexander Supertramp []
10: 17 actually evolution may be real
10: 17 you were once liz
10: 17 and you've evolved into rachel
I won’t be bitter, I won’t be doubtful. I will hold my head up high, and take it as it comes.
Because every little thing, is gonna be alright.
I dreamt of you, again.
I dreamt that I met you at work and that perhaps things were going to be okay and that you would finally forgive me.
But I woke up before we could come to that part.
I don’t know how this is meant to happen anymore.
What do you do when you're burnt way out?
It gets tiring, not knowing whether people are genuine. It gets sickening, trying to force yourself to write, again and again.
I thought these were things I love, why am I forcing myself so much now?
But then you told me to keep holding on. To chin up. To keep doing them, no matter how hateful they seem now. Because one day, I will find love again.
In all ways possible, I hope it’s true.
July 2009
5 posts
I thought I’d just listen to my sad playlist without thinking of anyone or anything and put it on shuffle. The first song that came up was our song.
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
“I really hope you get it, and you don’t live to regret it.
I hope...”
– Defying Gravity, Wicked
Hey there.
Even though we don’t talk anymore, I just wanted to say that I’ve been pretty okay. I saw some of your pictures on Facebook and you looked happier than ever. That alone is enough to reassure me.
Take care.