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I've *updated* to blogger in beta. I can't seem to keep the same link..

So my new blog is www.tabbydlim.blogspot.com

Won't be using this blog anymore but will keep it here for old time's sake, yea?

Goodbye.

Watcha' Really Thinkin', Huh?

Typical question, typical answer, typical, trypical, typical.

Everyone knows that the world would be a very, erm, not peaceful place to live if we could all hear the thoughts of others. (I'm groggy. All my vocabulary is thrown out the window now) I mean, you don't even have to imagine it to know that it won't be..er...good.

Right.

So what am I really thinking now?

It's 9 degrees in Cambridge. Poor kor.

I mean, really, REALLY thinking?

Headache... streamyx merajuk...what happened to my vocab-

Okay, no point asking me what I'm really thinking now since I'm so frazzled and groggy-like. I sound like i'm experiencing jet-lag. Ha.

Anyway, the point is, one fine day, I happened to stumble upon something that a guy was thinking of and I was absolutely shocked at what guys can think of. Which made me quite uncertain about guys out there in general. They may look like very nice, good, 'holy' kinda guys but once you enter their realm of secret thoughts...fooh. The only thing 'holy' would have to be their old shirts.

Albeit, not all (thankfully..) guys are like that. I'm very sure my brother's not like that and a few other friends of his (just to prove i'm not being bias here) but seriously, I am absolutely scared out of my wits at finding out a few of the disgusting thoughts that guys can think of.

Like, ew.

I felt pretty nauseous the entire day after that and well, yea. A big eye-opener. Makes you less naive, eh? Makes me kinda sick too.

So... watcha' really thinkin', huh?

Mini Marvel

Yesterday my mom swapped her accord with Aunty Sook Yee.

Well, yesterday I was happily watching 13 going on 30 (again..it was on HBO) and it was coming to one of the best parts....

...when the doorbell rang.

My mom was shouting from the outside shouting for me to open the door and I very unwillingly tore my eyes away from the TV screen and looked outside.

And when I looked outside my eyes became even bigger and I saw an electric blue mini cooper!! My mom (who's dream car is a mini cooper) was ecstatic and she ranted off in a torrent on how nice it is and how it fits her and how cute the car was and wasn't she small and wouldn't it be better in red though? So she dragged my dad and I and we went on a spin in the car.

I am absolutely sold. I love that car!!

It was soooooooooooooooooooo cool. Everywhere we stopped, some guy would look at the car, and there were these really nice interiors..

But of course, when it comes to actually buying it..that's another story. Quite a sad one too.

:(

But one can dream of course... :)

Weird Revelation

I was just thinking about some of the weird things I do and I just had a revelation.

When someone annoys me when I'm doing my prefect duties, I speak very, VERY, unbelievably fluent Bahasa/Malay to that person. In a torrent. And believe me, it is very fast and fluent.

Albeit, I haven't been annoyed for a long time so I guess my Bahasa has sort of, er, degraded.

Another weird revelation is I adore advertisements when I'm overseas. I remember sitting in my uncle's house in Australia, transfixed on the screen advertising Pop Tarts and what not. It's like a whole new world to me with all the bright colours and interesting names. The advertising agencies in America, Australia and Canada must love people like me.

Annnnddd....now that I've got me thinking... I cannot stand guys who wear flip-flops with shorts. No wait, flip-flops with anything. Call me a fashion stuck-up or a traditionalist but I really cannot stand it. It's so...floppish. Girls on the other hand, they look better in flip-flops (in my opinion) and so I don't really mind so much.

Anymore?

Oh yea, when I'm really really very happy I sing and hum and jump around and feel fantasticly confident. I even like my hair.

Now, that's weird.

Blessings and Grace

I am blessed beyond all logical reasoning. I am blessed beyond comprehension. This is so true to so many of us and I often feel so discouraged because I am unable to capture and potray how thoroughly blessed I am.

Do I do it with a picture? Do I dig up the dictionaries and Activators? Do I read more books? Maybe I should learn a bit from Jane Austen. (sure sure...)

Today I had a very awkward lunch which I will not discuss about. All I can say is that it made me feel very awkward and uncomfortable. Albeit the sandwich I was eating was really, really good, I still felt very awkward. But, awkwardness aside, I have come to realise that I have very, very good friends. You definitely cannot easily find friends filled with so much honour, blessings, grace and care anywhere in the world. They are the ones, who so obviously have experienced the grace of God, that keep you in focus and keep you on the straight path. And I can testify that it is only by the grace of God that I have the friends I have. If it wasn't for my dad coming here (to the apparent jungle) I would still be in PJ living a completely different life. I think I'd be hugging everyone I know in camps too. Haha.

I also think that the christian understanding of the Grace of God distincts us from other people and from other religions (oh wait. That's almost redundant) I mean, how magnificent it is for us to believe that we have a loving, personal God who sent His Son to die for our sins? It blows my mind everyday and every beginning of the month. I guess it puts things into perspective, although, sometimes I really forget and my whole perspective is wiped off my mind (Hey, I am human you know), it still is very comforting and nothing else is more assuring and comforting than this.

Preaching and whatever aside, I've been listening to Praise 106.5FM on the internet (I like the advertisments about Pizzas and stuff. Haha) and I've heard a lot of songs I've never heard before, which is really good. This whole post, I guess, can be summed up by one of the songs I heard awhile ago..

Still The Cross

Sometimes it seems the world's unraveling around us

We fear it all may one day come undone

We can't forget the One who came before us

To forgive the past and bring hope for what's to come

When it all comes crashing down

The cross still stands alone

And on this our faith is built

And our courage is made strong

When the world falls apart

And you fear for your heart

There's a tower of peace

It's still the cross

So bring your sick and your poor

And your longing for more

To the place of relief

it's still the cross

There is hope for the lost

It's still the cross

Sometimes it seems that I have been forgotten

I don't know how I will make it on my own

But the One who said I will never be forsaken

He still hears my prayer and I will never be alone

Though the world may not confess

You and Your holiness

One day all will see

You in all Your majesty

And the cross will stand alone

As the place where You made known

Your love for all mankind

Till then in it we'll hide

Not a Very Confident Excerpt

Seriously, the internet is just too fast. Half an hour after I wrote my last post, someone told me to post the excerpt. Now I could act all rebellious and smirk my way around it but I said what I said, so I'll do what I said I'd do. With a lurch in my stomach and an ignorance to the screaming ("NO! Don't do it Tabby!!!") vibrating and bouncing off the walls of my mind, I present to you an excerpt from 'He Who Ties Them All Together' (Yea, I changed the title halfway. Fickleminded)

*scans through written work and shakes head*

I....don't....think.....I....can....post it out. Oh wait. I think I could post a little bit of something from one of my characters (I've got 5 characters. 3 girls and 2 guys. Oh wait. And another guy too. That's 6 then)

Introducing, Damon Lang (I am not good at names. Seriously) :

He had dark eyes that seemed to dart here and there when he was curious and he
had long legs that seemed to grow longer each and every passing year which made
him look a bit clumsy at times. He had a sharp nose that accentuated his
features. All in all, he was a pretty good looking boy of sixteen.

Annnnd....the excerpt (oh hide me..)

“Once upon a time there was a sick and hungry 16 year old boy who was left behind by his family to vent for himself. He crawled to the kitchen from his upstairs room because he was too weak to walk upright. When he reached the refrigerator, he opened it cautiously for he had a younger sister who had a habit of putting juice bottles in peculiar positions so that it would fall on unsuspecting mere mortals. He glanced into the fridge and was surprised to find that there was nothing to eat or drink save a carton of expired milk and blue cheese. He wailed in anguish and banged the fridge door shut. It was then that he really and truly believed that he was, very, and evidently, unloved by his family. He lived a life of a hermit in a forest in the Bermuda Triangle wishing that one of his family members would come and look for him and love him again. But it was not to be. He died looking out at the setting sun on the beaches of the Bermuda Triangle. The end”

Damon’s mom, Mrs. Lang, stared in bewilderment at the paragraph stuck on the fridge. She sneaked a smile. Ah, her son, the wailing writer, was at it again. This morning, the entire family had gone for breakfast and had left Damon behind because he was in bed with the flu. Mrs. Lang had thought that he had needed a bit more rest so she and her family had quietly gone to the nearby café, the Café Passion, to get some muffins and hot chocolate. Apparently, Damon had woken up and found the house empty, gotten a piece of paper and wrote out his anger and stuck in on the fridge for his mom to see.

Mrs. Lang jumped. She had heard thunder. In seconds, her son, Damon Lang, tall and lanky with a shock of dark brown hair covering his eyes, had ran down the stairs and walked towards his mother. He stood beside her, noting her expression of bewilderment on her face.

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Yeap that's all I'm ever going to reveal....:) Actually this doesn't show what the whole book really is about so if you're so dead curious, just talk to me. That is just one of the in between introductory scenes that kinda bores people, to be frank. :) Still learning and exploring words and facts, still a beginner.

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Muahahahhahaha... I am not NaNoWriting.. *nyeh*

Aherm.

My camera is fixed. My gadget of wonder and creativity has been given a breathe of new life and I haven't taken a single picture yet. I am very sad to say, that I didn't even get a chance to enter the Canon competition because I didn't have a proper camera. Poof. There goes that itsy bitsy chance of ever winning an SLR. *how very annoying*

I was writing my NaNoWriMo and I just changed my story. It started out as a sketchy story about differences and similiarities, but I got caught up halfway and the story got a life of it's own. So I had to change the title of the Novel and I myself am held in suspense on what is going to happen next. I call myself, the Inching Author. That is, I write inch by inch and make up the story as I go along. I've got a pretty rough (okay, very rough) idea on what happens in the end though. Will only post an excerpt of my "novel" only if someone asks me. As of now, no one has asked me *phew*, so I shall keep it discreet. Ha.

I'm trying to get everything done by the end of November so I would be able to enjoy ten days of camp without a worry and I'll be able to enjoy Christmas wholeheartedly. I thought I would be able to wear a nice dress and enjoy all the Christmas presentations this year, but, that is not to be. Been asked to dance and do a PowerPoint slideshow. Yay. :)

I better appreciate this Christmas mann... next year I'd be freezing in the north and wishing I was here so I'd better make the most of this Christmas. Fooh.

NaNoWriMo away...