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    H1N1: How I Noe 1?
    Bitched on: Friday, June 26, 2009
    Time: 6/26/2009 10:51:00 PM

    H1N1 has hit a little too close for comfort. Why oh why must I be working in school? Why or why must there be the SDE camp? And why oh why must I have gone into that room? The room which was rumoured to house the 2 quarantined students from the camp?

    Why? Why must this happen to me when I was already so excited to fly off next week?

    Now I think I have a sorethroat... I think.

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    Gone too soon.
    Time: 6/26/2009 10:21:00 AM

    Dear Michael,

    I am not exaggerating when I say that your music have molded me into the person I am today.
    Why?

    You were my childhood idol and I can't help it but to feel devastated. Apparently its not true that Heaven can wait for you this time around.

    Even now that I am all grown up, you have made me look at that man in the mirror and reflect. We are all not that invincible and unbreakable after all. Blame it on the boogie.

    But I smile when I remember the time I first heard your song 'Ben'. Who is it? I asked, barely 4 years old and I could already get it. It was the way you made me feel so inspired and important with the messages through your song, that we were the world. Since then I have learnt so much growing up with your music.

    I learnt how to jam as I rock with you along with Billie Jean, the thriller and the smooth criminal.

    I have learnt from you that racial discrimination is a dangerous reality and we should neither discriminate nor care if you and I are black or white.
    I have learnt of the reckless disregard humans have for our environment and other human beings singing the Earth Song but its not too late as long as we keep the faith.

    I learnt that there are bad people out there and they don't care about us.
    But at the same time you have taught me that human nature can be equally as good.

    Because Michael, you are not alone, because of your songs you have made many people happy and inspired to work and come together so that one day in our small way we could heal the world. We're almost there, thanks to you.

    Tell me I'm not dreamin' that you have passed on because its still has not sunk in. I never can say goodbye. Because Michael, you are like a comet blazing across the evening sky, gone too soon.

    With a child's heart,
    sHa-Z

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    R.I.P. Michael and Farrah
    Time: 6/26/2009 07:42:00 AM

    I'm actually really sad that Michael Jackson has died.

    He was my childhood idol way back before all the scandals and accusations. Since then, the media and paparazi has not been too kind on this softspoken singer.

    People who are destined for greatness never live long. Rest in peace, Michael.

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    The has-been.
    Bitched on: Monday, June 22, 2009
    Time: 6/22/2009 11:16:00 AM

    Architecture is a subjective 'subject'.

    That 'mantra' is the only one that is keeping me from resigning to the attitude that I might have become a 'has-been'. The attitude I have seen so many promising prodigies throw in the towel and have now become average.

    I am not average. I am still a genius. What is a grade but a number/letter?

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    Love thy mother... (and kill off thy father?)
    Bitched on: Saturday, June 06, 2009
    Time: 6/06/2009 05:05:00 PM

    It all started innocently when I was watching an episode of the Simpsons (wait... Simpsons? innocent?). There was a passing comment about this Greek legend, the story of Oedipus, who according to legend, fulfilled a prophecy that said he would kill his father, who was also the king, and marry his mother. Sounds really incestuous, huh? Not unless you learn of his 'story'.

    So anyways, story goes that before he was born, his parents consulted some 'fortune reader' who foretold that their unborn child would kill the king and marry the mother. So they gave him away to a shepherd who gave him away to another king of a distant kingdom. When he grew up, he travelled back to his former kingdom to flee from some conflicts in the kingdom.

    At a crossroad, he had a dispute with (unknown to him at that time) his birth father. There, a fight ensured and he ended up killing his father. As he travelled further, he encountered a sphinx, which blocked the road to the kingdom and it would kill anyone who couldn't answer its riddle. Oedipus, being the awesome man that he was, oozing with awesomeness, solved the riddle. The sphinx, in awe of his awesome awesomeness, threw itself off the side of a cliff (gee... allowing him to pass through would have been easier).

    So the people of his former kingdom was so thankful that they made him king and married the newly widowed queen (who was unknown to him at that time was his mother). They bore kids and they lived happily ever after.

    NOT.

    Plagues hit the kingdom, crops failed and women were not bearing children. To cut long story short, the plagues could only end when the killer of the former king was executed, Oedipus who wanted to so desperately be the hero to alleviate his people from their sufferings, went to investigate and he ended up realising that it was he himself. His mother/wife killed herself and he gouged his eyes out with pins found on her dress.

    The end.

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