lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Saturday, July 23, 2005
-12:35 pm
[cynthia and I]
[me, cheryn-ann and avonne]
[ely and I]
[411!]
It was my last RHD in RGS. Guess it was rather sentimental. Almost everyone donned a traditional costume; most of the sec 4s wore saris. Despite strict instructions on a "decent dresscode" (i.e. no tube tops, no mini-skirts, no spaghetti straps), some decided that rules were meant to be broken. Needless to say, there were quite a few daring girls who wore much less than they should have. Wore a baju kurong I borrowed from Lestari, which kind of made me look like a bride because it was bright red. Haha, Denise said that I was an oversized ang bao. Though I was practically steaming in that costume, nontheless I had lots of fun.
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All the classes were supposed to be in class threading some bead thing (apparently, I wasn't listening to the announcement) but everyone was milling around taking photos, which really isn't surprising. Halfway through impromptu photo-taking sessions, Mr. Chia arrived in a nondescript shirt and pants (that was not festive at all). We decided to proceed to the labs to find out if our E. coli bateria from the last practical ligated properly. Jav and mine's did (the bacteria grew most bountifully) but there were colonies which still reacted with the IPTG and turned blue. There rest were white (: For once it worked; the last practical when we did agarose gel electrophoresis on our cheek cells was a disaster. The stained gel in the end was cleaner than a sterilised operating table and clearer than the most transparent glass- no visible DNA bands at all. Even the DNA ladder failed to appear. Tsk tsk. And it wasn't only my bench; the whole class got the same results.
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Coming back to RHD from the digression, I've really learnt to admire the different traditional costumes, all beautiful and unique in their own ways. Mom refuses to buy me my own punjabi suit or baju kurong/ kebaya because she thinks it's unnecessary. But I guess borrowing costumes from friends does have its merit. It allows a much wider range of choices and variety. Thanks Lestari (:
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Went to remove the stitches from my nose after RHD. That was uneventful. Aunt Judith gave me some green tea cake to bring to Hannah's place for tea break. After studying at Hannah's place, I rushed home for dinner; we were having guests from Australia over for a meal.
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Uncle Grant and his family were on holiday in Singapore. He's a friend of Uncle Malcom in Australia. We got to know him when we were vacationing in WA in 2000. He came along with Uncle Mal to meet us at King's Park. His kids look a lot older than us, although Caleb is only 15 (he's soooo tall!) and Kienna (I hope I spelled it right) is 17. She's one of the few female soccer referees in WA. They were shocked that I wake up at 5.30 every morning and school starts at 7.30. I think to them, it's obscenely early. Caleb wakes up at 8 and Kienna at 7.30. I bet they didn't know how fortunate they are until they've met us Singaporean kids. That's another pull factor for me to migrate. I admit- I'm not a patriotic citizen. I'm just waiting for the time when I've completed my tertiary education to move to the land Down Under. To me, that would be as close to utopia as it gets, except for eternal Heaven with God.
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