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| every heartbeat speaks your name |
| 03.30.04 (4:54 am) [edit] |
reached home the earliest by far.
time check. hmm its 2030.
–prouda myself-
whoa i cant believe it, but tis true,
[b]1a01e[/b] is the [b]greatest[/b] arts class ever. no make that [i]the greatest class[/i]. arts or science we just rock, or as daryl would have it, [u]rulez[/u]. (sorry lol) class is rockin with the many newcomers and teachers are lovin us ever more im sure. (:
everyday I shudder to the chants of the funeral march, made more harmonious with techno beats and retro grooves, courtesy of kevin and daryl. greater still, now lai is teaching them the lyrics so they can irritate me to an even more delightful degree. how very annoying. if that aint enough i now have an alias, [i]namo[/i]. go figure. –shakes head-
after lessons bummed round and waited as glen’s nicest friend till she was released from the twines of science. after that we went to [b]secret recipes [/b]where I had the best [i]carrot slice [/i]ever and she got her [i]oreo cheese[/i]. after which angwei came down to join us. hence forth we began jammin'. and we danced and sang to the likes of garethgates, guy sebastian, blackeyedpeas, ateens and many more. sugar rush, literally. we got it down on cam ! haha a little hyper after all that cake and cornish food.
this might sound a tad too juvenile but we headed fer the henry park playground after that. swing swing swing. poor glen’s dizzy now. 'twas the most fabulous playarea i promise. i wanna go there sometime again. (:
blaque's blasting her wicked vocals on air.
im good. -grins.
till then, cheers to the grin.
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| i'm a gigolo, always on the go |
| 03.27.04 (8:08 pm) [edit] |
i realise ive a knack for unravelling riddles and rhymes. no, seriously. bennett was reading his kids company magazine's riddles section aloud, and prodding into our privacy to have us guess. and i spontaneously humoured him, getting no fewer than 3 right, out of five. the mistakes werent too far off bullseye as well. one was what do babies ride at amusement parks.
i went rollerboasters. but it was trollercoasters. see what i mean. -grins-
anyway im feeling very [i]sweet[/i]. must be the 2 fudge sundaes and the puresoyvanilla gelato yesterday. mm.
ive got pretty cool new classmates, nine of them, to be exact. they're rad, and thus class has expanded into a wholesome 23. i think.
[b]sam ! [/b] congreats on yer entry k. im real happy fer you ! we gotta go mustafa k soooooon. loveyasex-eh. (:
dont you just love the sound of [i]guy sebastian [/i]
[i]If you could see, what i see,
that you're the answer to my prayers
And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel
You would know, it would be clear,
that angels brought me here[/i]
-melts.
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| sunset sailing on april skies bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes |
| 03.16.04 (5:15 am) [edit] |
i cant help but laugh as i re-read that entry.
its a direct effect of sleepiness i promise.
ignore that whole chunk hahah.
went to bishan gym today met angwei allen glenda.
angwei made silly pokes at the two ladies rowing their sampans on the rowing machine and we laughed hard. and oh ! allen bench-pressed the entire rack ! woohoo. =) he's JI XIONG. (shucks angwei tell me im right..)
we worked out till around 12 plus and headed for my house ! where we bummed and bathed, getting ourselves clean fer beautyworld. =)
uniform trying was pretty cool, in a silly way. the skirt was too long and the shirt was really, fireproof and waterproof. you can imagine the sweltering feel.
we all went to sakae after that after multiple groans from allen, complaining of his empty stomach and what-not.
after which i got damn chic climacools!
-wheee im happy =)
talking to my bester on msn has made me smile wider. =)
i miss tickling her silly and having her around to talk nonsense about ourselves. sometime soon ok dianaid ! -grins-
hey 1a01e, you guys must must have outings k.
bond bond bond. haha though we're already very closely knitted. rock on in the hols. =)
kayhian! im so sorry i have training everyotherday. cheer up k. give me a beeeeg smile ! =)
and thanks fer yer comment bout the poem !
peace out dudes and dudettes. ;)
[i]Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm comimg clean, I'm coming clean[/i]
i love this song. goodness.
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| theres somethin bout the way you look tonight |
| 03.11.04 (9:44 am) [edit] |
it is 0155. it is friday but all my mates are probably in sound slumber, blanketed with the false illusion that its still late thursday night. some, looking forward to friday, others, simply stifling themselves silly with quilts and stuffed bolsters, apprehensive of what tomorrow brings. holidays are here. and its really not a free week for me, cos of canoeing committment and well, canoeing committment.
i think i sound drowsy yet im in no way somnolent. i promise its the msg-laden mamee that ben and kay hian have been loading my bottomless ewer with. came home with glenda and kevin.
i think i remember myself and glenda laughing a great deal. but everything is not exactly laughter-inducing now. even my bedsheets with their silly prints fail to lift the frown and plant the smile.
its in the way that.
they try to manage stuff.
the queer and funny (as in peculiar funny) idiosyncracies we have to deal with.
the blatant and fraudulent guises which irk me.
code, understood by glenda and me, solely.
ever wondered why t-e-a-m's a fourletterword.
anyway.
was talking to minzheng today and
i remember laughing too.
i think its funny how you recall yourself being insanely tickled when you cant even afford a movement of the tulips in the wee hours.
this, is, a screwed up entry.
im hardly amused at my inability to fully deliver my expressions.
wth. i better duck under the covers.
eye bags are not good.
they make me prominent in kay hian's cameraphone.
oh ! i wrote this poem for my cousin because he was asked to enter an antidrug competition and he was living in absolute oblivion till the day before submission deadline. its ok actually, writing is powerful. it works me up in a tremendously terrific sense. (not now, per se)
here goes.
It was pink and tempting. The pill was all she saw.
The best things in life are free. Her friends’ words held no flaw.
Now her world is monochrome, the pink had faded fast.
The thrill was there but now, now the pain won’t pass.
The gnawing feel and smarting throb just won’t leave her mind.
Mercy, she cries in vain, but drugs, drugs are never kind.
The terror, it lives on and on, it never does forgive.
Be smart and see right through the pink. The colors do but deceive.
Im on a high. Till then/
night, world.
here i come my husband.
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