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Sunday, April 29, 2007


sianz... everytime my dad sees me, he's like, heh, how far away is 'o's and/or prelims...growl...

JING QI, U R A HUA CHI!!! KIWI!!! IF ANY SAME LVL DE FINDS OUT, U R LIKE SO DEAD....
;p omg, cant stand u...

so bored...bored... anyone got e song "ting jian" by i duno who ;p a female singer... i hear liao feel like crying, okok, is also because of the show it was playing too...

anyway, choir interviews r gonna be next week...muahahaha, so fun!!! watch out, here;'s comes e MOTHER of all questions... ok jk... to interviewees: dun panic, be urself ;p

aiyah, duno what to write lah, shall type an anonymous poem by someone whom i love, so give me ur comments!!!
here goes:

Sadness rings in your voice,
for what you yearn for but lost.
Heartbreak, Heartpain.
you did so much, in vain.

My heart aches for you,
for the years you have aged.
Tears on your cheeks cool with time,
as you shut the cold world away.

How i yearn to grasp your anguish
to throw it a million miles away
and guide you towards
the rainbow after the rain.

Be brave, young child,
years you have yet to go.
So learn to stand tall like the towering oak,
fight through those obstacles in the way.

One day you will wake to find,
all those fights were for nought.
'cause what you ever needed in life
is those that were beside you at the start.

You have tried to hard to please all.,
but in doing so forgotten one.
that unfortunate, forgotten one,
is none other than you yourself.

Stop before it's too late,
vye away from this path of self destruction.
Just be true to you and your heart,
true friends will like you as you are.

Haha, quite cool hor... wonder how u guys feel after reading this poem from this amateur poet.
share ur feelings, n see whether its the same as mine... haha ;p though doesnt really sound like a poem after you read it out...

12:43 AM, Lotsa of lots


Saturday, April 28, 2007


second post for e day since i m so bored...went lookin round ppl's blog...
saw this:
qiaoyue: penguin~ haha! whee aren't you happy HE isn't smsing you anymore? hahah. anyways you've been a really really great friend and senior these years. enjoyed the trips back with you too!! and we'd always disturb jingqi and her ilu haha.
haha, thx lydia, u r a great fren too...
was very sad when i heard e reults of the SYF at vch:

On that faithful day:
Down e list we went...
Silver. Bronze.
A sense of dread washed over my heart...
It beat with the life of a war drum...
Clasping my hands in prayer,
(though i was a disbeliever)
i hope against all hope that we would not get THAT
(or worse)...
When the name was called,
my knuckles were gripped white...
Could we have what we dearly wanted?
Oh God!
the moment came swishing down on us like a samurai's blade...
then it descended in one felling swoop...
the announcement laythere like a rotting log.
No one, NO ONE
dare prod it with a feet-long pole.
The world stopped in unison.
For that instance...
That one insanely instant...
Disbelief laced through us like a cutting knife...
THAT faithful instance,
hit us like a hugh angry wave...
Then the tear glands started flowing...
There was no choice...
THIS was the ONLY way out...
the only wy to release the pain inside.
I flashed back to the weeks of hard work we had had...
Now i knew it all wasnt enough...

The aftermath:
We had been hit
but up we stand...
like brave soldiers we stood by our stand...
the final result could in no way undermine...
the efforts, the sweat
n the whole long process.
We had lost but in a way,
gained much more than we could ever imagine.
this bonding experience served to prove
that friendship could withstand e long hard test of failure.
though some may call it failure
i choose to call it by another name.
This name also starts with a 'F'
but this 'f' stood instead for FORGE.

This is a "tribute" to all the syf choir members. What we had learnt in the process is by no means little and should not be belittled. So we WILL stand up again n fight for e next n e next n e next!
P.S. Haha, this is not a poem lah, i cant write a poem for nuts... ;p

THREE CHEERS FOR CHOIR!!!

3:13 AM, Lotsa of lots




hi me back...lol...typin on borrowed time (actually more like a borrowed modem)...
oh here's e full story:
my com went on a bling like bout 2 weeks ago...counldnt hook up to the net...
so my mum went to call e singtel help ppl n they said got 2 possibilities:
1) modem spoiled
2) line prob
so they said they would sent someone down to check e line, n so they did n there was nothing wrong...so to make sure, e guy left a modem with us for a few days...so now i m typing here with a borrowed modem... THE END!
lol...kind of boring, but it tells u why i hadnt been online these past few days...
anyway, choir handover coming at the end of may...kinda sad but relieved at e same time...cos with e famous big O comin... u get what i mean...anyway, things at choir are slackenin since e SYF... besides, i m bloody pissed off with my recent tests' marks...so disappointing n spelling of a big failure... ok exaggeration...but who noes...
so now i better go catch up with my youtube (lol) epi before e modem is reunited with its owner... ;p b

1:46 AM, Lotsa of lots


Friday, April 6, 2007


lalala...so long nv post...haha, k i m back... ;p
luv rainy days... watch e raindrops splatter on e sidewalks n e drops of water sliding down e window...very calm n comforting... brth for my soul ;p
despite some insignificant fly's attempt to disrupt my peaceful life with her poisonous, derogatory and biased remarks, i will slap her out of my life like an irritating mozzie...;p haha, my imagery (izzit imagery?;p) skills rox! Whatever...she din get into syf n blamed everyone but herself...wow...superb move, din c that coming... Anyway, she sinking her hypocritical claws into ppl she insults anonymously on her blog... haha, n she scolds me on her msn by copying n pastin what i say n adding a bigger in front...so imaginative n purely genius...
Anyway, have to rush a stupid ss proj on forward looking, an english essay n a jian bao...chao sian...haha, n guess what, i was doing ss proj in the library with selina, eunice n man ching when they were showing some short films thing...den guess who we saw in the short film... JASMINE SIM...ahaha...she had short hair n was quite young...we din believe it was her till we saw the cast names...we almost died laughing... then another film came on...n it played till this part where it showed this guy n gal fooling around on a bed...everybody was giggling n watching...e librarian was horrified n rushed to off the video...very funny lah...;p
lalala, ok sign off liao...bb ;p

3:11 AM, Lotsa of lots


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