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Sunday, July 18


day of ironies
today, a day of ironies.

#1 during worship, we sang the song "let everything that has breath". and it was a lil too fast, so yup, i was literally running out of breath and singing the song.. well, you can imagine, i found it pretty amusing!

#2 serene;s slippers broke; we hadta go to the previously-seemingly-nonexistent shop beside the cake shop to get super glue! [amazingly, they had it, and at the back there was an exact replica of our scenario - a picture of a shoe being glued back on!] well, then becks opened her prez by dom, and guess what? a pair of slippers. ah. a slipper slip-up, you might call it.

#3 me! and this blog! let me explain myself. for one, i have been an anti-blog person for one simple reason - the term "blog" or, in other words, "open diary" has always been a paradox in itself, as far as im concerned. aren't diaries supposed to be secret? not that i have bothered with one, but still.. it puzzles me. not like anyone would put their deepest darkest secrets here, so what's with the diary? owells. =) im doing it anyway, so i shall shuddup about it.





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