Thursday, September 24, 2009
The title says it all.
Kath has a new favourite song.
Which is going to come in especially helpful
During the long study sessions she will be having
And is supposed to be having now.
Such a lovely song for a lovely rainy day (:
Year-end plans are being finalised.
The knowledge issue at hand?
to determine the safety of the consumption of GM food?
Bloody T oK.
'kath
11:12 AM
Monday, March 30, 2009
Holidays!
And after an ardous twelve straight weeks of school,
The (long anticipated) HOLIDAYS are finally here! :D
I am going to make full, full use of the next two weeks.
Many brunches, morning rides and
fruitful, productive completion of all the coursework as yet undone:
Sticky notes are the new post-its.
As blogs are the new diaries.
The one on my desktop currently says:
Extended Essaaaaaaaaaaay!
Econs Commentry x2
Organic Chem Worksheet
IB Chem Practice Paper
I.O.C. Revision
Ethics Presentation
ToK Essay
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Met up with MissBellaWella today for brunch!
We got extra bacon and huge runny sunny-side ups
and caught up over the morning (:
She's supposed to call me when she's back from Johor
and us plus Quah may have a jaunt down to goodoldHajiLane
for some much needed retail therapy.
Last week was very much UNFILLED with horses
Thus the anticipation and the fixing of boot soles
for tommorrow's meeting with TheBoyfriend
We're going 'running' every tuesdaythursdayfriday morning!
(I think the OTHER boyfriend is jealous :P)
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I'm pretty sure this is the last good break I'm going to have for a while.
I plan to make good use of it.
Here's to the calm before the storm.
Revel, rejoice and be glad.
'kath
4:55 PM
Monday, February 23, 2009
Seasons of Love
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes,
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes,
How do you measure, measure a year.
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter and strife.
In five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life.
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love... Seasons of love...
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or man
In truths that she learnt, or in times that he cried,
In bridges he burnt, or the way that she died...
It’s time now to sing out, though the story never ends,
Let’s celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends!
Remember the love...
Oh... you got to, you got to remember the love...
Remember the love...
You know that love is a gift from up above...
Remember the love...
Share love, give love, pray love!
Measure in love...
Measure, measure your life in love...
Seasons of love (love)...
Seasons of love (love)...
Measure your life, measure your life in...
LOVE.
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It’s time to look at things from the right way,
No more crossing streets and having cars bang into you.
We’ll start measuring life in love.
Friendship, happiness and LOVE.
Thank you.
'kath
9:14 PM
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
History
We wrote a speech to Stalin in history today.
Pretending to be a factory manager
Who hasn't reached his insanely ambitious production targets
Specific by the Soviet Government.
A Speech to Stalin from a Factory Manager
-by Hilda Foo and Kathleen Tan-
O honoured comrade Stalin,
Welcome to our humble factory, created and driven by your highly ingenious, economical mind. I present to you one of our top shock workers, Aleksandr Kovalev. He always works like a shock workers, exceeding his norms, while economising on the raw materials. In fact, he receives prizes every month, his work station always being neat and well cleaned and the quality of the shovels he manufactures of the top quality.
I should like to assure you, comrade, of our quality goods, which far surpass the average quality of shovels produced anywhere in the Soviet Union. I believe the high quality of our products justifies our factory not reaching the quotas specified. In fact, the neighbouring quarries have all praised the quality of our shovels. Even one of the foreman, comrade Ivan Stepanovich commented that our shovels allow his workmen to dig ten times as fast as with any other shovel.
We are currently in the process of training new workers to match the standard of our best shock workers and continue production of our quality shovels. In fact, as we speak, our production is continually increasing and I would like to firmly reassure you that we will fulfil these targets in a matter of days!
Someone said they don't think we'll get purged.
But we would end up in some very hot Soviet broth.
I .B. hi story's crazy fun
The workload's just crazy.
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I did a lot of thinking last night.
I hate the way ______.
I hate the person _____.
I wish I didn't ______.
I need to talk about it more.
I need to understand.
I want to understand.
CHANGE
It's such a big word.
Daunting, much?
I'm still feeling very much overwhelmed.
Disheartened, slightly demoralised.
I can't believe it's come to such a point.
I'm scared.
Frustrated.
Completely the opposite of what I usually am.
... And I'm yet glad _________.
'kath
1:33 PM
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
When Kathy grows up,
I'm in love with someone new (:
I love the library windows.
Sa and Sa's shiny new macbook are here
I want my stirrups back, mister!
Poor old Red's alone these days.
Wouldn't we much prefer the Red/Greens or Silver/Blues.
My weekends hold the promise of magic.
"Pish posh" and "Oh pooh!", following
And it must follow as the day the night
Thou canst not be false to any man."
'kath
9:18 AM
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
My Ass Is Back
Yes, Chun, my ass is back in Singapore.
Yes, MissMegan, my ass is back to celebrate your belated birthday.
Yes, ChurchPeople, my ass is back to join the choir.
Yes, Dawn, my ass is back to blog.
Y'all HAPPY now? :P
I'll bet everyone's thinking it's something just short of a miracle.
Tsk.
Oh ye of little faith!
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MELBOURNE!
was
WONDERFUL! :D
But because a certain D.W. will want MY ASS to be more specific:
lighthouses and coastlines and caves and piers and beaches and seagulls and pelicans and rock pools and hugebuge waves and sea caves and blowholes and penguins and waterfalls and fishermen and boats and surfers and gokarts and yatch clubs and slot cars and stack-arches-stumps and a number of apostles and winter coats in the summer and wineries and silly camwhore jump shots and family time and chinese restaurants in ang moh countries and greek food and markets and small village shops and huge shopping complexes and feeding lambs and collecting eggs and teasing sheepdogs and trail rides through the bush on a horse named leopold and spotted pony sightings and other horse sightings and cow sightings and sheep sightings and kicking parents out of master bedrooms and ocean breezes in the early morning and food courts and odd pelican behavior and clambering over huge boulders and saying hello to beach dogs and early morning beach walks and exploring the city by yourself and whistling to parakeets and home made ice cream and almost daily supermarket trips and windy mountain roads and weird road signs and evil road humps and lovely weather and love-at first-sight beach bags and budgets that one never keeps to and trams and hotels and holiday homes and christmas dinners and service apartments and hot coffee when one actually needs it and cornflakes and weird goths and fish and chips and village boutiques and flowers and cherries strawberries and boysenberries and honey ice cream and bad pasta and weird monuments and horseland twice! and sovereign hill and a church with wonderful architecture and lovely cafes and firebrigades and gelato in melbourne and lygon and elisabeth and kings and flinders and marsupials and zoo tours and reunions with old giraffe friends and white vans and medusa hair in wind and pesky flies and coats and long sleeve short sleeve quandaries and silly sibling jokes and cool cameras and pretenses of being malaysian when needed and reading maps and gps systems which work only for you and blue yellow information signs and WICKED lottery tickets
(There! If that wasn't discouragement to read the specifics,
i don't know what is. You just gotta love artistic lisence.)
All make for a wonderously enjoyable holiday and
yet another reason to love this crazy daisy family of mine ((:
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Good bye, OH-EIGHT. You were FANTASTIC.
'kath
9:13 AM
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Do me a favor
Paint a picture
Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna lift me up
Oh, you got my head in the clouds
I breathe your visions
Whoa oh, you're giving me this will to try
Oh, you got my head in the clouds
Oh, you got me coming around
The more you think about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream.
It's like my birthday
Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna lift me up
Oh, you make me dance in the rain
Oh, I wanna love once again
The more you think about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream...
The more you think about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream.
Dream.
Dream, Dream, Dream
Diana DeGarmo
And the funny thing is,
This fits everything I think of you.
Thank You. ((:
'kath
10:30 PM