Thursday, December 30, 2004 ++
And as we go on, we remember, all the times we spent together.
Yes, all the thick and thin, and the blood and tears i do remember them all. I remember the times when we have to paint the walls of our classroom, i remember scrubbing the tables hard and some even have to wash the toilets. I remember when i was the leader of the class, i remember everything.
Time have certainly changed each and everyone of us in class. Many have become an angel, they are the ones who are hidden underneath. Some bloom into a even prettier rose. Some, like me, still feel sorry for myself. well i think i'm the only one who feel sorry for myself in class. hohoho.
The teachers, will we able to recall what they have taught us?
The discipline mistresses, will we able to become what the school motto wants us to be?
- Women of integrity
- Others before self
- And all the rubbish.. hoho.. haha
So if we get good jobs and make big money, as we look back now will the jokes still be funny
yep, many of us have gotten job. Some really good paying job, some still looking for one. Yes lucky for me, i found one where my interest lies. Met Doreen the other day while shopping, well, we chatted but something seems to stand between us. We cant converse like we do in school... i see the jokes we used to make were just plain childish.
I was on my way home when i heard the song played, draws back many good memories, not just only in school but the whole thing. Friends outside schools, hanging out in malls with our school uniforms like we're comparing which school got the nicest uniforms.
As the song played, my tears was on my eye brim. With just a blink, the tear rolled down my cheeks. This is the end of my school life. 8:27 AM
Monday, December 20, 2004 ++
Travelling down Lonnie street was quite a wonder.
I wondered if this is going to be the saddest christmas this year, i wondered if anyone missed me while i was away. I wondered if anyone even noticed i was gone for a week. I wondered...
Yes, christmas is coming. Christmas, the merriest time of the year where people forgive and forget, where people play and remember. But for me, i guess, its just another public holiday. Yes, i know, i'm a pathetic soul writing all my feelings like anyone would care.
It's a hot tuesday afternoon. I'm sitting here pondering how can i ever make my life more meaningful than just rot infront of the souless computer typing all these. I had a dream (yeah everyone has), my dream was to make my life godammit interesting, full of colours. yeah... isnt it everyone's dream, what's there to live if life was just a boring thing. But now, my life is just an outdated game with low battery life. yes.
Malaysia.. yeah, very much the same. yeah felt more like home this time. With limited knowledge of malayu, i made quite a fool of myself by answering "yar.. haha" to everyone who spoke to me in malay. Come to think of it, there was a funny incident. I was really thristy so i went into the kitchen and asked the maid "anda air"(got water). The maid replied with a whole lot of malay and i dont understand any, i stood there looking stupid still thinking where's the water. Rights.. so i decided to ask my mom and got my drink at last. phew. hur hur.
Went up to genting highland. And what really pissed me off is waiting forever for a ride. And again, i still didnt ride the roller coaster. Am i the only person who havent tried the roller coaster?
The temperature was really low at night. We got one the swing and i was frozen. Yeah that was quite an adventure actually. Spent a night there and headed down to pinang. yes my real home. woot.
Travelling on pinang bridge is the greatest part. The 2.2 km long bridge is the most beautiful thing especially in the night. Road lamps shining on the stone-made path, with thousand stars shining damn brightly above my head. Thousand shining stars, that's something you won't get to see in Singapore i swear. Into the small backlanes with many stray cats sniffing for our leftovers. Do they really deserve that? Afterall they are still a creation by god. They should be treated like men. Winding in, Winding out, speed up, slow down, i'm back home. Boy, how i wished i was at genting. It was a hot night.
Next few days at pinang was terribly hot. It's hot not like singapore, hot and humid. Played with my cousin, FUN. Ate my char koey teow, hokkien mee but i forgot all about my pinang laksa.
Wells, my mom is home. She's early today. shucks. Until next time.
8:29 PM
Monday, December 06, 2004 ++
RIGHTS. i'm back with something new. i hope.
Things have been quite good. QUITE!! yeah quite.
start of with good stuff..
First, alright i'm one of the lucky ones who found a job in just one week. work at tower records is really fun. people are nice, supervisors are cool, collegues are friendly.. what more can u ask for man...
Second, christmas is coming.
yeah that's so much for my happy stuff.
now the bad stuff..
First, i'm starting to feel lonely. starting to understand why friends are important. rights.. now i know my mistake. Relationship between people must be solid and strong and you wont feel lonely...
i'm a sad soul. who will pity me? oh wells.
Second, i'm actually missing people like jason, matt, nicholas. sigh~ i miss their company.. those funny times in the zoo or just hanging out at orchard road or just talking rubbish. Just wish the old times will come back. but things wont be the same. people have got their own lifes to live. Jason has his girlfriend. matt has his own cool bunch of friends and Nicholas, he have got his own business to do. i guess.
My girl friends. yep they have their own lives too. life outside school. its saddening. then again, things will never be the same again.
i'm a lonely piece of shit
no, i dont need anyone
can you hear me cry!!
no, i dont need your shoulder
just let me live this shitty life
hope it'll be over soon
oh just let it be over
soon.
rights, i wrote this verse..and i dedicate it to all lonely souls out there... chillz
6:57 AM
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