Monday, November 28, 2005
its a sad sad world.
people skin cute furry animals like rabbits for meat.
the one who has fun has no sensitivity too.
so right. speaks for me, you.
it was really creepy when i entered that dark dark canal-road with di. fear snatches at your heart, and it makes me want to walk so fast, but cant because i cant see in front of me. i dont know if the road's really one, or a deep hole lurks in front. awful feeling that was.
thankfully we emerged, helped along solely by di's handphone light.
it was an escapade from di's house to have sushi.
pretty weird. pretty exciting too.
that book's got me all thinking about death.
and it happened. maybe you shouldnt read this, di.
ahni seriously freaked me out when she said, "snowy mati! .. snowy mati." along with strings of malay i didnt understand. but i caught the word 'mati' over and over again. i knew what that meant. and wild thoughts just flashed. it's cruel but i cant deny i felt slightly better when i realised she meant snowy. not because it WAS snowy you know, but because it WASNT others. all wet from sitting in the pool. just a moment ago, we were still happily chitchatting, swinging our legs in the poolwater. i cant believe i used to think that death knocked on the door. now i know. it rushes in and grabs you by the collar. no knocking, no waiting of acceptance. you just had to accept it as it turns your world upside down, inside out. i am glad heaven was invented. it gives grievers a great deal of comfort.
the book made me so scared. if my loved ones should be taken away from me.
what a sad sad entry. fitting for the sad sad world.
people skin cute furry animals like rabbits for meat.
the one who has fun has no sensitivity too.
so right. speaks for me, you.
it was really creepy when i entered that dark dark canal-road with di. fear snatches at your heart, and it makes me want to walk so fast, but cant because i cant see in front of me. i dont know if the road's really one, or a deep hole lurks in front. awful feeling that was.
thankfully we emerged, helped along solely by di's handphone light.
it was an escapade from di's house to have sushi.
pretty weird. pretty exciting too.
that book's got me all thinking about death.
and it happened. maybe you shouldnt read this, di.
ahni seriously freaked me out when she said, "snowy mati! .. snowy mati." along with strings of malay i didnt understand. but i caught the word 'mati' over and over again. i knew what that meant. and wild thoughts just flashed. it's cruel but i cant deny i felt slightly better when i realised she meant snowy. not because it WAS snowy you know, but because it WASNT others. all wet from sitting in the pool. just a moment ago, we were still happily chitchatting, swinging our legs in the poolwater. i cant believe i used to think that death knocked on the door. now i know. it rushes in and grabs you by the collar. no knocking, no waiting of acceptance. you just had to accept it as it turns your world upside down, inside out. i am glad heaven was invented. it gives grievers a great deal of comfort.
the book made me so scared. if my loved ones should be taken away from me.
what a sad sad entry. fitting for the sad sad world.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 2:06 AM.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
there's this glue between every pair of friends.
and the closer you are, the glue is all thick and gooey, flowing down in surplus even.
the bad part is, sometimes one of you, or both, moves towards others. and the glue thins out, stretching itself as gaping holes develop on the layer of white. Holes merge, and finally, just when the distance between you and another is so small that the glue on both of you starts to fuse, the former layer of glue is spread out too thinly and detaches itself from one another. both of you are no longer in contact, by glue.
but glue is reusable.
isnt it.
and the closer you are, the glue is all thick and gooey, flowing down in surplus even.
the bad part is, sometimes one of you, or both, moves towards others. and the glue thins out, stretching itself as gaping holes develop on the layer of white. Holes merge, and finally, just when the distance between you and another is so small that the glue on both of you starts to fuse, the former layer of glue is spread out too thinly and detaches itself from one another. both of you are no longer in contact, by glue.
but glue is reusable.
isnt it.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 1:20 AM.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
dakota fanning makes me cry every single time.
now my eyes are all puffy.
'you're the red in her pinky'.
i love you dad.
now my eyes are all puffy.
'you're the red in her pinky'.
i love you dad.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 1:47 AM.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
wouldn't seem right not blogging about the END of my As. i never used to do stuff, just for the 'right' of it, why start now. hmm.
right. as di said, its not that WOAH-FREEDOM! thing like we all expected, and thought about every minute while flipping through the notes, punching numbers on the calculator. it kinda seeps in, so slowly you hardly feel it. and i wonder sometimes if im just forcing it. oh wells. if forced happiness gets me to the joyous level, so be it.
but definitely more relaxed. can hardly believe it. i dont have to touch books for like, SEVEN months? goshhh.
but i know i fluked in the As. which is pretty depressing if i think too much about it. so i wont.
yepp. SO MANY THINGS.
PAINT MY NAILS for one! hahha.
what a night out with S12 today. appreciate all the non-chem-droppers(translates into chemistry-takers) who stayed throughout the entire dinner, and the veryy loonng veryy funny verryy cozy banter while sitting at Dhoby Gaut's. right in front of the Mrt control station. hahha. talked a lot about prom and some ahemahem stuffs. it's all very exciting.
ahh. to quote from haresh, "Let the fun begin."
right. as di said, its not that WOAH-FREEDOM! thing like we all expected, and thought about every minute while flipping through the notes, punching numbers on the calculator. it kinda seeps in, so slowly you hardly feel it. and i wonder sometimes if im just forcing it. oh wells. if forced happiness gets me to the joyous level, so be it.
but definitely more relaxed. can hardly believe it. i dont have to touch books for like, SEVEN months? goshhh.
but i know i fluked in the As. which is pretty depressing if i think too much about it. so i wont.
yepp. SO MANY THINGS.
PAINT MY NAILS for one! hahha.
what a night out with S12 today. appreciate all the non-chem-droppers(translates into chemistry-takers) who stayed throughout the entire dinner, and the veryy loonng veryy funny verryy cozy banter while sitting at Dhoby Gaut's. right in front of the Mrt control station. hahha. talked a lot about prom and some ahemahem stuffs. it's all very exciting.
ahh. to quote from haresh, "Let the fun begin."
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:55 AM.
Monday, November 14, 2005
you got to believe in karma.
you cant expect to having not gone as far as touched the pages of any paper two or threes, to still think you'll be able to breeze through.
hah. BREEZE. that was more like a semblance of hurricane katrina if anything. throw in a blizzard for the minutes that zoomed by as i zonked out in front of the paper.
i was stumped. then regained myself to, uh.. flip the page. yep. and skip questions. that was my main activity through out the 105 minutes. oh, apart from being rudely shocked from my silent reverie (hahha.) when Mr. who-needs-a-mic screamed to the entire hall that im left with 15 minutes to flip the pages, and skip the rest of the questions.
i guess our faces must have been blacker than soot for Mr too-loud-but-still-pretty-nice, to comfort the hallful of still-in-shock students.
now its time to shed my strong facade, and weep beneath the covers.
ahh. just joking.
you cant expect to having not gone as far as touched the pages of any paper two or threes, to still think you'll be able to breeze through.
hah. BREEZE. that was more like a semblance of hurricane katrina if anything. throw in a blizzard for the minutes that zoomed by as i zonked out in front of the paper.
i was stumped. then regained myself to, uh.. flip the page. yep. and skip questions. that was my main activity through out the 105 minutes. oh, apart from being rudely shocked from my silent reverie (hahha.) when Mr. who-needs-a-mic screamed to the entire hall that im left with 15 minutes to flip the pages, and skip the rest of the questions.
i guess our faces must have been blacker than soot for Mr too-loud-but-still-pretty-nice, to comfort the hallful of still-in-shock students.
now its time to shed my strong facade, and weep beneath the covers.
ahh. just joking.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 6:07 PM.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
to post-16/11 me,
i know i know. you're happy now, but then you're probably pretty bored at the same time. BUT please treasure all the free time and keep thinking up of stuffs to do, things you never have. because right now, im suffering. and the payback has to be the holidays, which is what you're going through right now. so dont start saying how sian it really is. remember me! remember the poor tired girl who keeps getting distracted by all the electronic devices, (hp, tv, scv, computer..) and having to stayy up way late just to study what she should have like, 5 hours ago.
If its the 2006 march you, then ill have to apologise. im sorry. its in my nature, to like not remember my priorities. an hour ago before the math exam today, i was watching tongxinyuan reruns. just now i spent a few hours reading enidblyton. i am sorry! please do not feel sad (cry if you want to) when you tear open the result slip. i hope the parents wont be too disappointed. maybe right now, they have forgotten that whilst they were asleep, their daughter was still wide awake cramming facts. but i know best. and ive not worked my hardest. so.
sincere apologies.
Yours truly,
me.
i know i know. you're happy now, but then you're probably pretty bored at the same time. BUT please treasure all the free time and keep thinking up of stuffs to do, things you never have. because right now, im suffering. and the payback has to be the holidays, which is what you're going through right now. so dont start saying how sian it really is. remember me! remember the poor tired girl who keeps getting distracted by all the electronic devices, (hp, tv, scv, computer..) and having to stayy up way late just to study what she should have like, 5 hours ago.
If its the 2006 march you, then ill have to apologise. im sorry. its in my nature, to like not remember my priorities. an hour ago before the math exam today, i was watching tongxinyuan reruns. just now i spent a few hours reading enidblyton. i am sorry! please do not feel sad (cry if you want to) when you tear open the result slip. i hope the parents wont be too disappointed. maybe right now, they have forgotten that whilst they were asleep, their daughter was still wide awake cramming facts. but i know best. and ive not worked my hardest. so.
sincere apologies.
Yours truly,
me.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 2:42 AM.
Friday, November 04, 2005
everyone's writing senseless, short entries nowadays just to show everyone else they've been bad and been surfing as usual. okay. now that was unnecessary joce. okay. im kidding. but anyway, here i go.
you know what i think? (okay. i dont care if you do.) i think hongkong's going to have so many singaporeans in them in december, we're going to outnumber the locals! so many many people i know are going there, for Mickey or the shopping or improved services (hmmph.) it'll be like an evacuation. and there will be so little people left in singapore that the city will be near-empty. so that there are barely 2 to 3 people on the Mrt train at any one time, and the people left will probably gather together by some broadcast on the news, and give themself a group name or cheer or something.
yar. that's what i think.
egad. me not very clever.
by the way. the song's awfully close to heart. aww.
you know what i think? (okay. i dont care if you do.) i think hongkong's going to have so many singaporeans in them in december, we're going to outnumber the locals! so many many people i know are going there, for Mickey or the shopping or improved services (hmmph.) it'll be like an evacuation. and there will be so little people left in singapore that the city will be near-empty. so that there are barely 2 to 3 people on the Mrt train at any one time, and the people left will probably gather together by some broadcast on the news, and give themself a group name or cheer or something.
yar. that's what i think.
egad. me not very clever.
by the way. the song's awfully close to heart. aww.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:03 AM.
