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The Me

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Marcus Lee
Male/Boy/Guy
Delievered from parent- 7 July 1990
Born again at age of 7

St.Hilda's Pri/Sec '06
Temasek Poly, Marketing '09
HMC, Joshua Generation
Hope for Monday

Music
Drum-sticked

marclee_90@hotmail.com


Necessary Details

Loves God.
Loves Life.
Loves Family, and 3 dogs.


Unnecessary Details

Loves Music, drumming
Loves clothes
Loves food (let's be honest)
Summary: Need money.

Can't stand public nose diggers
Can't stand myself sometimes
Can't stand Know-it-Alls


stickman's Talk







Linkin-g Park

(In the end, it doesn't even matter.)
TP
Adriel Wong
Aiken Chia
Amanda Lee
Benjamin Choo
Benjamin Seow
Daron Ang
Jasmine Low
Katherine Lim
Nicholas See
Niki Goh
Sarah Lim
Shirline Siew
Vanessa Lim V-may
Ying Nuo

Church
Benjamin Lim
Becky Tan
Elizabeth Eng
Felicia Lim
Isabel Bei
Isabella Sim
Joy Sim
Kenneth Yip
Priscilla Su
Rachel Tan
Stacy Foo
Stephanie Loh
Warren Tan
William Koh

SHSS
Jess Choo
Verena Lin

SHPS
Sylvia Tan
Sze Ying

Family
Germaine Lee



Oldies
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
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November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Rest Assured Singapore


Rach blogged faster than me, and i can't stand it cause that's never the case. hahaha. Getting up this morning was quite a struggle. It's been a long time since i got up when the sun was still snoozing away. And i don't feel too good when i get up so early, you know that sort of vommiting feeling, then there's the come out of the toilet feeling super cold, no time to properly sit down on the throne to release what must be freed and having no time to let your hair dry! 730 at pasir ris was a bit too early, but i was up for it (double meaning! get it get it?).

So, upon reaching, you could sort of sense the mood of the potential NS men, apprehensive, worried, unsure what tomorrow would bring and of course, bald. I sort of expected to see some tears here and there, but the boys of today appeared to be able to keep it in very well (or maybe cause their parents could still follow them in to tekong, then we'll see the floodgates wide open).


I realised i forgot to mention that we were there to send BenL off to NS. I guess the feeling of having to go in sucks, the thought of having to do nothing for 2 years but listening to supreriors, no matter how high your rank was. The girls get to take the fast forward route here and most usually overtake us guys. But Jo1 once mentioned that if you add up the time a girl waits for the toilet in her lifetime, it would equal to the 2 years a guy spends in NS, hahahahahahahaha.

You could sense ben's worry today as we talked to him. NS does crazy things to people. He actually mentioned wanting to study for A's now rather than go into NS. Rach: He stuck out his hands and pointed at his callused left fingertips. "You see, this is how much guitar i played last night." i wanted to ask him if he slept hugging his steve vai guitar. hahaha.



Just look at him trying to force out that smile.
Give it up and cry already, i've got tissue in my pocket.
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I wonder how it'll be like when i have to enlist and serve the country during the next year. "Still long time la," they always say, and before you know it, i'll be there at pasir ris hoping ben won't be my officer or something considering how much i've laughed at him..


The hair's going.
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Till then.