In French,
pomme means apple
de terre means earthen
but pomme de terre
just means potato.
By the way, this is my public blog! This is where I cross-post posts I've written that are more consciously targeted towards a public audience. The template is the same as my regular blog, though, in case you wanted to know.
Graceface here. Sagittarius. Singaporean. MGS'01-'10. MGS
Drama Society Society of Dramatic Arts '07-'10. ACS(I) 5.12'11 - 6.12'12. ACSIS '11-'12. !nk '11-'12
- Singaporean, but somewhat on the periphery of things.
- A little of a writer, editor, actress, student, etc., but mostly and above all a dreamer.
- An obsessive introspective of the self-centred and vaguely exhibitionist variety. Hence the blog.
- Obsessed with words and how they work.
- Ignorant and uncomfortably aware of it. Also in denial about it.
- Very young, very immature.
- Easily crushed by feeling.
I write because I can't break the habit.
Romans 8:31-39
Sunday, 4 November 2012 22:42
What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
“For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
When I was a child, maybe in primary school or so, my dad used to read from Romans 8 every few nights after my sister and I had gotten into bed.
I remember this part particularly well, in his voice, still the same as it is today. Reading the same thing with the same tone and the same enthusiasm every night till I drifted off asleep. I think I'll remember it for life.
(Nine hours and 15 minutes left.)
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Updated 29/8/2012
Short-Term
- Go to UStudios with ACSIS to celebrate the birthdays of Carolyn, Danyal and myself
- Go for Prom 2012
- Drink some amount of alcohol for my 18th birthday
After That (Small Things)
- Write a fanfiction if I haven't done that already
- Play MapleStory again
- Play Audition again
- Watch a series (Game of Thrones, House, Sherlock, an anime, I don't even know)
- Learn how to cook
After That (Big Things)
- Post-IB production
- Edit the only finished novel I've ever written
- Write that collab with Sheralyn
- Write something else?
- Apply for universities
- Apply for scholarships
Books to Read
- 1984 by George Orwell [unfinished]
- Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand [not started]
- Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman [not started]
- Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami [not started]
- Dubliners by James Joyce [the whole thing; unfinished]
- Ulysses by James Joyce [not owned]
- The Sandman series by Neil Gaiman [not owned]
- Watchmen by Alan Moore [not owned]
- V. by Thomas Pynchon [unfinished]
- Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy [a proper read; unfinished]
- The Coffin That Wouldn't Bury by Jeffrey Lim [unfinished]
- Brave New World by Aldous Huxley [not started]
- Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson [not owned]