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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
.......wake up to a beautiful sunny morning, and a brand new day awaits.
Dream away everyday
Try so hard to disregard

met up with chris,cp,eu and oky yest. havent seen the "arsehole", chris, for eons. hahha..had a whale of a time at minds, walking to marina square jus to play daytona,bishi bashi and crazy taxi. a pathetic dinner that cost 48 bucks, sotong so small that u needed a magnifying glass, oyster egg so salty that it seemed like it was soaked in the dead sea before serving. stingray dry like constipated shit. and kangkong in such minute amounts that we would probably be better off ordering small to see how much smaller it can get? maybe one stalk. chicken wings in minds cafe that took so long to serve that prompted chris to say, maybe they are waiting for eggs to be laid and maybe they are killing the chicken now. hilarious.

today is the end of the school holidays, school reopens( not that i have any), suddenly feel so much at a loss, because for once,life is really aimless, there is no purpose. nothing to dread every morning when i wake up. taking my nice hot bath at 645 when i m freezing from my damn cold aircon(even now the air con is not cold anymore). making a 50m dash to the bus stop at exactly 710 so that i will catch my bus. boarding 13 and hoping mr chow dun see me so that i dun get another relentless nagging from him regarding house com. reaching school when everyone is going for assembly. standing in the confusing assembly lines which have seemed to erode with every single day. listening to the boring announcements, yet inside hoping that assembly will still drag longer coz u didnt want lessons to come. dragging ur heavy feet to the classrooms. making urself sit as far as possible away from the teacher so that u might be able to catch some sleep or talk to the person beside u when things get so dry and boring. sound of the bell( supposed to have) which is alws welcomed because at least u get to move ur arse. then our favourite breaks, in which we would rush down to grab noodles preferrably(our staple diet)and smiling at the noodle shop aunty who is super nice and she compliments by calling u xiao cute cute.( not that its worth a mention) gossiping during breaks, doing pull ups. bell rings again. once again drag ur heavy feet and now stomach to lecture halls, making a rest stop at the bookshop to grab newpaper and sweets so that u would be attentive in lectures.along the way wave to some ppl u know. in the lecture hall, ur sweets get passed around till u are left with one strand of sour power but its more of funny than anything else.( in primary school u would fight till they puke out everything and get ur semi liquid sweets back) bell rings again. u come out of the lecture hall feeling so fulfilled. not that u have learned anything from the lecturer but from ur frens who have updated u about all the newest gossips in school. u feel enriched. then now asking around from those ppl who have copied the lecture notes. normally from the girls coz their handwriting are more eligible. lunch break. going to weekly 7-11 outings on monday. buying cup noodles, milk, orange-SACS,talking at the top of our voice whether we wanted sacs, and lotsa little tidbits like cuttlefish, to spill on the floor upon opening to feed the ants. its the best day of the week for those little micro-organisms living on the 7-11 floor. but sometimes, not willing to lose all of it, the occasional urge to pick all of it up and leaving the ants dangling with anticipation that maybe some crumbs might drop. the long walk back to school under the hot sun.
the friday outings to pizza hut, eating to our hearts content and playing truth or dare in which i alws happen to lose and do stupid dares like asking for a random girl's name. then the short journey home, looking out of the bus window, dazed in thoughts, listening to the mp3 player playing the same song over and over.
thats life in jc. well for my class. and yes, a little part of me inside miss school even though on somedays, the stress can prove to be unbearable, with cca's and stuff. but i think it was all worth it.

there are days in life when you look back and savour moments, but waste no time cause memories alws remain as a part of you but time doesnt.

Where you are seems to be
As far as an eternity
Outstretched arms open hearts
And if it never ends then when do we start?
I’ll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive
Pushing forward and arching back
Bring me closer to heart attack
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you comeback
I have some things to say
How does it feel to know you never have to be alone
When you get home
There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how i
Dream away everyday
Try so hard to disregard
The rhythm of the rain that drops
And coincides with the beating of my heart
I’ll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive
Pushing forward and arching back
Bring me closer to heart attack
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you comebackI have some things to say
How does it feel to know you never have to be alone
When you get home
There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how I feel

; 8:27 AM

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