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SAFIAH

nur. saf. safiah. cha
est. 30th March 1991

Cedar Netball. [team member] 04-07
Cedar Media Club [treasurer & chief editor].

Straits Times Media Club/ IN Crowd 06-08.
IN Crowd Alumni 08-?

Mendaki Volunteers

TPJC PAE Guitar Ensemble
MJC JAE Guitar Ensemble [section leader!]
Gongshang Primary School 1998-2003
1.6 2.6 3.6 4.6 5.6 6.6

Cedar Girls' Secondary School 2004-2007
1/O 2/O 3/S 4/S

First Intake 08: Tampines Junior College
Current College: Meridian Junior College (08A301!)

<3 chocolates
<3 family
<3 friends
<3 balloons
<3 presents
<3 sleeping
<3 surprises!

WANTSx)
better mp3
wallet
movie marathon

RESULTS
LAPTOP!!!
violin lessons
slippers
shoes
LIFE LISTx)
write a HIT book
travel all over the world
buy a yacht
own a company
scuba dive
volunteer with Riding for the Disabled Assoc.


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Monday, September 05, 2005/
Prayers @ 10:44 pm
One of the most beautiful things about blogs is that they provide a public outlet for private expression. They take the banal and make it extraordinary, transforming our lives into dizzying epics. (Not that they weren’t already.)

But when something extraordinary happens, like what’s going on in the gulf coast, these tiny chunks of cyberspace are even more amazing because they add depth and tangibility to an unfolding and universal opus.

I can’t add much myself. The pictures fill me with such utter sorrow. So I will allow others to speak for me:

From

What Comes After This
By Lucile Clifton

Through the southern blinds narrow memories enter the room
I had not counted on ice
Nor clay nor the uncertain hiss
Of an old flame water earth fire
It is always unexpected and
I wonder what is coming
After this whether it is air
Or it is nothing



There was Glass and There are Stars
By Randall Jarrell


Whether one walks around the hill, or, over,
One comes at least to the town.
In the town there are many days, and a day
When the dats themselves are over
One stands in the station and the train
Is late. Still, there is a train.


I have put your bags in the compartment.
The faces, there in the darkness,
Wake emptily, or are full of sleep,
Here in the light of loss
Our hands are wired in pain
And their dragged touch runs off into space.
Say what you have said, and I will say
What I have said.


Nothing is over.


If, when the days are over;
If, when your ayes are drawn
At last, past seas and cities, from my eyes;
If, as I turn from the darkness
Of the rails to the empty light
Of the station, and feel on my lips
After the echo of a failing pressure, space;
If, as we whisper
Again, apart, what we have whispered
Together—and we and the worlds and the world
Are emptied into a dream—
Remember that all these, even these
Are a dream from which we wake;
These last but not forever;
Remember that after pain, that after loss
There is only love.


a lyfe* like mine-; 10:44 pm