This is my fourth attempt at finishing this post. The previous three [each was about something different] didn't appeal to me after a while.
I'm stuck. I don't know what to write about. Why am i even here.
I've got a couple of poems to finish [some long overdue], lots of revision to complete and violin to practise; unfortunately, i'm in the mood of doing things only when i'm in the mood for that particular thing. And i'm losing the mood for writing. =(
NS is actually pretty fun, a senior of mine tells me.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
A Matter of Impact.
It was a pretty picture. Pink and blue flowers, and the girl holding them wearing a nice colourful dress. At least, that's what the picture would look like after I finished colouring it. For now it was just a picture outlined in black- thick black lines to help four-year-old children colour within the lines.
The Nursery classroom at my kindergarten was really interesting, but I loved colouring above anything else. We were sitting in groups, and we had a box of crayons per group, to share. Red used to be my favourite colour. But just as I reached out to take the bright red crayon, they snatched the box away. "We want the bright colours," one of them said. "You can only take the brown and the black, because you're so dark," said another, laughing as she pushed the broken black and brown and grey crayons towards me.
Blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay, I reached for the dark brown crayon and started to colour the girl in the picture brown, too hurt to say anything.
"I have a very nice secret," said the assistant teacher, as she came and stood by me. "And I'm only going to tell you," she said, smiling at me. The others at my table looked on jealously as she bent down and whispered "The teacher says that your colouring is the best in the class!" Then, straightening up, she added loudly, "Don't tell the others." I managed a smile as she handed me a whole box of crayons for myself.
My family members say that I was notorious for spinning stories. Each night, I would come up with a story and make the rest believe it was real. That night, I was telling them another story I made up. "Today, a fairy appeared behind my school. She was the tooth fairy's sister. She was so tall that even my teacher couldn't reach her shoulder. She'd come to give everyone presents." "Where's your present?" my sister asked.
"She didn't give me one, because she said I was dark."
Happy Holidays, y'all. I'm off to India this Saturday and won't be back till the end of the month. Email me if there's anything you need to tell me. Seeya next year!
The Nursery classroom at my kindergarten was really interesting, but I loved colouring above anything else. We were sitting in groups, and we had a box of crayons per group, to share. Red used to be my favourite colour. But just as I reached out to take the bright red crayon, they snatched the box away. "We want the bright colours," one of them said. "You can only take the brown and the black, because you're so dark," said another, laughing as she pushed the broken black and brown and grey crayons towards me.
Blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay, I reached for the dark brown crayon and started to colour the girl in the picture brown, too hurt to say anything.
"I have a very nice secret," said the assistant teacher, as she came and stood by me. "And I'm only going to tell you," she said, smiling at me. The others at my table looked on jealously as she bent down and whispered "The teacher says that your colouring is the best in the class!" Then, straightening up, she added loudly, "Don't tell the others." I managed a smile as she handed me a whole box of crayons for myself.
My family members say that I was notorious for spinning stories. Each night, I would come up with a story and make the rest believe it was real. That night, I was telling them another story I made up. "Today, a fairy appeared behind my school. She was the tooth fairy's sister. She was so tall that even my teacher couldn't reach her shoulder. She'd come to give everyone presents." "Where's your present?" my sister asked.
"She didn't give me one, because she said I was dark."
Happy Holidays, y'all. I'm off to India this Saturday and won't be back till the end of the month. Email me if there's anything you need to tell me. Seeya next year!
Friday, November 23, 2007
i like the brown of this page.
ok i'm back to one of the basic templates, cos i couldn't find one that i liked enough anywhere else. i need to learn how to write my own templates. and, no more cbox for tagging, but do leave a comment =] i realised i have a lot of links. it didnt seem like a lot with my previous template.
i always feel queasy about killing cockroaches. but i suppose, if we didnt, they'd invade the house. they're almost there already. and there's the issue of how much of the spray to use. my dad always uses a lot for each cockroach, to kill it instantly, and to reduce it's agony. but then, there's the environmental problem. and it's probably harmful for humans to breathe in too much of it as well. when i see a cockroach that's only half-sprayed, i always wonder what to do. should i leave it alone and give it a chance to survive? (have you noticed that most animals/insects dont give up the fight to live? not like humans. humans keep giving up.) or should i spray it again so it isn't in pain? and then, there's the possiblity of other creatures eating it, like ants and lizards. i suppose it's better for the cockroach to be eaten dead, rather than alive. oh well i wouldn't know. i'm not a cockroach.
thing's get so complicated when you have power over others.
i always feel queasy about killing cockroaches. but i suppose, if we didnt, they'd invade the house. they're almost there already. and there's the issue of how much of the spray to use. my dad always uses a lot for each cockroach, to kill it instantly, and to reduce it's agony. but then, there's the environmental problem. and it's probably harmful for humans to breathe in too much of it as well. when i see a cockroach that's only half-sprayed, i always wonder what to do. should i leave it alone and give it a chance to survive? (have you noticed that most animals/insects dont give up the fight to live? not like humans. humans keep giving up.) or should i spray it again so it isn't in pain? and then, there's the possiblity of other creatures eating it, like ants and lizards. i suppose it's better for the cockroach to be eaten dead, rather than alive. oh well i wouldn't know. i'm not a cockroach.
thing's get so complicated when you have power over others.
Friday, November 09, 2007
"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer."
ah i'm back.
Some days back, when i was online, a friend i hadn't spoken to in a long while started talking to me, and it was like this:
Friend: Hey i took a screenshot, could you tell me what this problem is?
..and there was an attachment.
I tried opening it, but norton wouldn't let me. instead of taking the hint, i changed some settings and opened it, cos i was absolutely certain that my friend wanted me to have a look at it.
When i finally opened it, it was disaster. The virus started sending itself to everyone who was online, saying things like "Have a look at my vacation pictures!", "This person looks just like you!" and "Have a look at this picture and tell me if it's good enough for myspace!".
The worst thing was, i couldnt even see all the msn windows that had been opened cos a lot of people were online. I was scared the com would hang but luckily it didn't. I finally managed to close all the invisible windows, but more kept opening cos people were telling me they couldnt open it [smart people who listen to their anti-virus programmes], and poor May opened it! i apologised to everyone who was talking to me and quickly restarted windows.
Then i scanned the com for viruses, and thankfully norton got rid of it [it was probably going"ha i told you!"]. and i deleted it from my received files folder.
Sorry if you got it! especially may! i hope your com's ok!
Argh goodness knows what that virus went around telling everyone. Sorry people.
I wish i could use my common sense more often. I KNOW about stuff like this. Dunno why i went and opened it.
[and i really should trust technology more.]
on a happier note, PW's over! =D
I really have to thank my wonderful group for holding on till the end. We were the 'crisis' group a week and a half or so before submission of the WR. We needed an emergency plan of action, so all 5 of us skipped physics prac [oh shucks i need to get the skill D worksheet] and planned out a whole new WR, which involved scrapping most of the old one. We were completing the WR all the way till wednesday evening, and good ol' laura and jared went to print and bind it. Ok, there were a couple of mistakes and all, but it was pretty good =] and mr chang says we have some chance =S [though i dunno what he thinks we have a chance of]. and OP was much much better! apart from a sweeping statement (lol), it was all very good, and laura, you were good even though you werent holding your script! and our skit and video and brochures and posters were all pretty good too =]
so, laura, reuben, wenjun and jared, thanks loads! we didnt have any conflicts or anything and though we had quite a few bad moments [even at the end, when we discovered that one of the I&R's hadnt been page numbered so all the pages had to be re-numbered], we pulled through and WE'RE FINALLY DONE! =)
P.S. I'm addicted to Boys Like Girls! especially Heels Over Head and Thunder! Thanks, you.
Some days back, when i was online, a friend i hadn't spoken to in a long while started talking to me, and it was like this:
Friend: Hey i took a screenshot, could you tell me what this problem is?
..and there was an attachment.
I tried opening it, but norton wouldn't let me. instead of taking the hint, i changed some settings and opened it, cos i was absolutely certain that my friend wanted me to have a look at it.
When i finally opened it, it was disaster. The virus started sending itself to everyone who was online, saying things like "Have a look at my vacation pictures!", "This person looks just like you!" and "Have a look at this picture and tell me if it's good enough for myspace!".
The worst thing was, i couldnt even see all the msn windows that had been opened cos a lot of people were online. I was scared the com would hang but luckily it didn't. I finally managed to close all the invisible windows, but more kept opening cos people were telling me they couldnt open it [smart people who listen to their anti-virus programmes], and poor May opened it! i apologised to everyone who was talking to me and quickly restarted windows.
Then i scanned the com for viruses, and thankfully norton got rid of it [it was probably going"ha i told you!"]. and i deleted it from my received files folder.
Sorry if you got it! especially may! i hope your com's ok!
Argh goodness knows what that virus went around telling everyone. Sorry people.
I wish i could use my common sense more often. I KNOW about stuff like this. Dunno why i went and opened it.
[and i really should trust technology more.]
on a happier note, PW's over! =D
I really have to thank my wonderful group for holding on till the end. We were the 'crisis' group a week and a half or so before submission of the WR. We needed an emergency plan of action, so all 5 of us skipped physics prac [oh shucks i need to get the skill D worksheet] and planned out a whole new WR, which involved scrapping most of the old one. We were completing the WR all the way till wednesday evening, and good ol' laura and jared went to print and bind it. Ok, there were a couple of mistakes and all, but it was pretty good =] and mr chang says we have some chance =S [though i dunno what he thinks we have a chance of]. and OP was much much better! apart from a sweeping statement (lol), it was all very good, and laura, you were good even though you werent holding your script! and our skit and video and brochures and posters were all pretty good too =]
so, laura, reuben, wenjun and jared, thanks loads! we didnt have any conflicts or anything and though we had quite a few bad moments [even at the end, when we discovered that one of the I&R's hadnt been page numbered so all the pages had to be re-numbered], we pulled through and WE'RE FINALLY DONE! =)
P.S. I'm addicted to Boys Like Girls! especially Heels Over Head and Thunder! Thanks, you.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
burning bridges making wishes
It's hard to imagine that this time next year, we'll be sitting for the A-levels.
All the best, j2s [though if you're reading this, GO STUDY.]!
And all the best to dhevy and pushpa too! you'll get your A1s!
I really don't feel like blogging any more. Ever. But i'll try to finish this post.
Do you know how buses are numbered? I've always wondered about it. Is it random, or is it according to the places the bus services?
I'm feeling better about OP than about the WR. [see this is why i can't blog, i keep skipping to different topics and never stay for long on any one thing.]
Ok i think i owe a few people birthday presents. Don't worry you'll get them soon enough =]
vai: YES!! gosh it's been ages since we ran!
sneha: hey! oh hmm nope i didn't get them.. if it's problematic, you can just send them to me over msn =] thanks!
end.
All the best, j2s [though if you're reading this, GO STUDY.]!
And all the best to dhevy and pushpa too! you'll get your A1s!
I really don't feel like blogging any more. Ever. But i'll try to finish this post.
Do you know how buses are numbered? I've always wondered about it. Is it random, or is it according to the places the bus services?
I'm feeling better about OP than about the WR. [see this is why i can't blog, i keep skipping to different topics and never stay for long on any one thing.]
Ok i think i owe a few people birthday presents. Don't worry you'll get them soon enough =]
vai: YES!! gosh it's been ages since we ran!
sneha: hey! oh hmm nope i didn't get them.. if it's problematic, you can just send them to me over msn =] thanks!
end.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Impulse post.
There's a very simple way to stay happy.
Don't expect anything from anyone except yourself.
Then, even the smallest things they do make you happy =]
Like saying thank you, or holding a door open, or just smiling.
And the best thing is, this kinda happiness is enough to make my day.
Thank you, for all those little things you guys do =].
Don't expect anything from anyone except yourself.
Then, even the smallest things they do make you happy =]
Like saying thank you, or holding a door open, or just smiling.
And the best thing is, this kinda happiness is enough to make my day.
Thank you, for all those little things you guys do =].
Monday, October 15, 2007
Degeneration
[This is not poetry. It's a story. Kinda.]
There was once a Sun, strong and active,
Who would race across the skies everyday.
People admired him, because he was assertive,
At his daily call, Life to earth would stray.
But now, there's only a lonely, tired Sun left,
Who roams the skies in vain, searching
and searching, for something to mend the rift,
Between him and his human hatchlings,
Who gossip about his not roaming, but staying in one place,
While they children do all the work as they go round and round him,
Hurling insults about how he darkens each fair face.
About how he tears through the protective ozone film
[As though that's his fault]. And that's not the end,
Now they're talking about what should be his substitute,
When he finally burns out, unable to defend
His noble cause of bringing life to earth, which none can refute.
And after he burns out, his hatchlings will turn on each other,
Killing names and reputations before the person is dead,
And all good memories will be lost and there won't be a shoulder
To lean on. And the blood will bathe everything in red.
Perhaps then, the last memory of this world will be
The beautiful sunset that by then, none will see.
There was once a Sun, strong and active,
Who would race across the skies everyday.
People admired him, because he was assertive,
At his daily call, Life to earth would stray.
But now, there's only a lonely, tired Sun left,
Who roams the skies in vain, searching
and searching, for something to mend the rift,
Between him and his human hatchlings,
Who gossip about his not roaming, but staying in one place,
While they children do all the work as they go round and round him,
Hurling insults about how he darkens each fair face.
About how he tears through the protective ozone film
[As though that's his fault]. And that's not the end,
Now they're talking about what should be his substitute,
When he finally burns out, unable to defend
His noble cause of bringing life to earth, which none can refute.
And after he burns out, his hatchlings will turn on each other,
Killing names and reputations before the person is dead,
And all good memories will be lost and there won't be a shoulder
To lean on. And the blood will bathe everything in red.
Perhaps then, the last memory of this world will be
The beautiful sunset that by then, none will see.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Farewell Assembly
I've been getting a lot of ideas lately.
Someone should program a handphone alarm that only switches off after you type in a number code, and this code should change everytime you set the alarm. So you actually have to wake up and turn it off, instead of just subconsciously pressing the 'off alarm' key.
When people upgrade their phones, and it's the same model, they should be given the option of reusing the old phone's battery. It's such a pity to waste it.
Ahh man i can't remember the rest. Nevermind they'll come back to me.
(I just HAVE to get the hand-wound music player with the tune Chariots of Fire. I'm in love with it =] )
Someone should program a handphone alarm that only switches off after you type in a number code, and this code should change everytime you set the alarm. So you actually have to wake up and turn it off, instead of just subconsciously pressing the 'off alarm' key.
When people upgrade their phones, and it's the same model, they should be given the option of reusing the old phone's battery. It's such a pity to waste it.
Ahh man i can't remember the rest. Nevermind they'll come back to me.
Today was farewell assembly. The house comm drama was so funny! Nazri and Althea were really good. =] Jo and Fang Lin say we need more people for inter-house floorball. Yay!
Today morning was really tiring cos i had a PW meeting right after farewell assembly, which means i couldn't mass dance =( then there was the seminar right after that, and the CCA leaders' briefing right afer that, and lincon's birthday celebrations right after that.
I couldn't finish making all the notes by today so i'll have to give them to the j2s when they next come to school. It's gonna be really sad next year when they aren't there, cos this year we bonded close. Really close, in my opinion.
I'm glad today was a fun day, not a day of tears. Street soccer (though i wasn't playing- i didn't bring a tshirt), people hurting their feet and cramping their muscles (and the massages that followed), the mass bubbletea orders (poor amoudtha and prema), the talking (oh boy, lots of this), the teasing (always happens), the dancing (and attempts at learning and taking of videos and admiring reuban and sundar 'cos sharrvesh refused to dance), watching tomorrow's open house dancers, the photos, the trying to climb the big gate with a skirt on (nope, didn't work) and the smiles.
Sneha, if you're reading this, send me the videos and pictures please =] thanks loads!
Twerp, eh no, twit: happy birthday. =)
(I just HAVE to get the hand-wound music player with the tune Chariots of Fire. I'm in love with it =] )
Friday, September 14, 2007
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.
Did you feel the tremors?
I was at home when it happened, the whole building was swaying for more than a minute and all things suspended, like ornaments and framed jigsaw puzzles were swinging about wildly. This isn't the first time my block has experienced the swaying, but my initial reacton was that i was getting really giddy and unable to keep balance.
Actually, a building that sways more is less likely to fall, according to engineers who all "declined to be named". Something to do with the building storing up all the energy and toppling if it can't sway.
Oh well.
I guess it's back to superposition and organic chem and integration [oh how i loathe those].
I won't be here until 2 weeks later, unless i get nastily distracted. So spam my tagboard with words of anger if i update before September 28th.
Twit: YOU WISH MAN. haha =D
I was at home when it happened, the whole building was swaying for more than a minute and all things suspended, like ornaments and framed jigsaw puzzles were swinging about wildly. This isn't the first time my block has experienced the swaying, but my initial reacton was that i was getting really giddy and unable to keep balance.
Actually, a building that sways more is less likely to fall, according to engineers who all "declined to be named". Something to do with the building storing up all the energy and toppling if it can't sway.
Oh well.
I guess it's back to superposition and organic chem and integration [oh how i loathe those].
I won't be here until 2 weeks later, unless i get nastily distracted. So spam my tagboard with words of anger if i update before September 28th.
Twit: YOU WISH MAN. haha =D
Monday, September 10, 2007
it's the start of the week but i'm incoherent already.
"Basically a good girl, but with a streak of badness. =)"
(and what else do you expect from a penknife-carrying person who wishes she had a switchblade instead.)
I wish this post didn't have to be so short, but i forgot what i came here for, and i've got an essay to complete [start, actually] plus those things i try to keep at the back of my mind are coming too close to ignore. 11 days till it begins. actually, 18 days till it ends =]
thank goodness one programme's done. "another year down". =] thanks for being my 24-hr hotline.
and thanks to dhevy too, for the one-and-a-half-hour talks on the phone, and everything else.
and to akanksha, for the 'therapeutic hugs'.
and anushiya, for your jacket.
(and what else do you expect from a penknife-carrying person who wishes she had a switchblade instead.)
I wish this post didn't have to be so short, but i forgot what i came here for, and i've got an essay to complete [start, actually] plus those things i try to keep at the back of my mind are coming too close to ignore. 11 days till it begins. actually, 18 days till it ends =]
thank goodness one programme's done. "another year down". =] thanks for being my 24-hr hotline.
and thanks to dhevy too, for the one-and-a-half-hour talks on the phone, and everything else.
and to akanksha, for the 'therapeutic hugs'.
and anushiya, for your jacket.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Studying in the Library
Sitting on the plastic hard-backed chair at the brown table facing the bookcases with a thick file in front of me and a new wad of ruled paper threatening to break the file's spine, I'm about to sneeze because I'm catching a cold when I notice a book on the top-most shelf of the second bookcase from the right, which is lying on its spine because it's too tall to fit otherwise and has interesting drawings on the back cover that's facing me, causing me to wonder if that book is a huge comic book before realising that it can't be because it's the wrong section, and I get more curious and more curious, trying to figure out what those drawings are but they're too far away to make out, and after gaping for a while, the sneeze momentarily forgotten, I start wondering when I'll ever stop.
Get up.
And go take a look at the book.
Then I sneeze, and I look back down at the brown table facing the bookcases and the thick file before me and the new wad of ruled paper;
Hoping for something else to distract me soon.
Get up.
And go take a look at the book.
Then I sneeze, and I look back down at the brown table facing the bookcases and the thick file before me and the new wad of ruled paper;
Hoping for something else to distract me soon.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Of night and light and the half light
What is it i like so much about friends?
Is it the midnight confidences?
The sitting in groups and talking about everything [and nothing at all]?
The confessions over msn?
The catching up on the latest news [not plain gossip]?
The playing together on stage, not caring how it sounds?
The fooling around, playing library catching and getting caught [by the librarian]?
The way i take out my phone to call you, just as you call me?
The way you tell me not to wait but to go home first, when i'm about to say i'll wait for your bus?
The way you know i'll be online?
The way you sms me, asking me if i'm leaving school, just as i walk up to meet and walk out with you?
The teasing of every other person with a weird accent, or who thinks St James is a kindergarden?
The predictions we make over the EPL?
The guessing of what on earth the food we've been given is?
The complaints about our workload?
The discussion of tactics, whether it's better to study [if at all we do] for the lecture test or mock SPA?
The creation of an empire in class?
The way we train our arm muscles in the hope we can do 2 chin-ups before we leave the school?
The way i ask you to draw me a picture, and the way you do it in a matter of minutes?
Is it a combination of everything, or is it the way these come in little bits, each so different?
Reply Tags:
shanti: lincon and i are planning for it to be after the A-levels, or if too many people are overseas, start of next year. LOL yea i know. you and reuban share the same birthday!
simran: princess of the elves?? oh please. you can take princess of the dwarves, if u want =D haha just kidding. and by the way, elves aren't hip and happening, they're classy and a cut above mortals like us haha!
shanti: haha, feel short more like it. unless you're talking about the enid blyton kinda elves =]
raghav: yea man!! haha. especially our comments during the play! lolololol =D pity acad day won't be the same.
"Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W B Yeats.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Is it the midnight confidences?
The sitting in groups and talking about everything [and nothing at all]?
The confessions over msn?
The catching up on the latest news [not plain gossip]?
The playing together on stage, not caring how it sounds?
The fooling around, playing library catching and getting caught [by the librarian]?
The way i take out my phone to call you, just as you call me?
The way you tell me not to wait but to go home first, when i'm about to say i'll wait for your bus?
The way you know i'll be online?
The way you sms me, asking me if i'm leaving school, just as i walk up to meet and walk out with you?
The teasing of every other person with a weird accent, or who thinks St James is a kindergarden?
The predictions we make over the EPL?
The guessing of what on earth the food we've been given is?
The complaints about our workload?
The discussion of tactics, whether it's better to study [if at all we do] for the lecture test or mock SPA?
The creation of an empire in class?
The way we train our arm muscles in the hope we can do 2 chin-ups before we leave the school?
The way i ask you to draw me a picture, and the way you do it in a matter of minutes?
Is it a combination of everything, or is it the way these come in little bits, each so different?
Reply Tags:
shanti: lincon and i are planning for it to be after the A-levels, or if too many people are overseas, start of next year. LOL yea i know. you and reuban share the same birthday!
simran: princess of the elves?? oh please. you can take princess of the dwarves, if u want =D haha just kidding. and by the way, elves aren't hip and happening, they're classy and a cut above mortals like us haha!
shanti: haha, feel short more like it. unless you're talking about the enid blyton kinda elves =]
raghav: yea man!! haha. especially our comments during the play! lolololol =D pity acad day won't be the same.
"Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W B Yeats.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Style?
Last week was too fast. This week is too busy. Next week's gonna be too packed.
I'd alarm mself and everyone who reads this by counting off the days we have left before the promos, but that isn't my style of writing and who needs to be reminded about those again anyway.
National day celebrations were pretty okay. Except for the heat. Amoudtha's henna was an instant success and Mrs Jay, who volunteered to help, was awesome too. Thanks to everyone who helped!
I'll be glad when october's here. No more exams [except PW, urgh], and as much time as i want with the cricket girls! and there's the cricket camp to plan for =D and the ICS chalet =] and class chalet, if we have one!
I want time to imagine. Imagine if i would survive in isolaton, imagine myself as a character in a book or movie, imagine the smell of honeysuckle [i've heard it's bittersweet, but what kinda smell is that??].
Quite my style, isn't it?
It's a pity that all i'm allowed to think about now is whether i should go study for the chem skill B mock SPA tomorrow, or forget about it and study for the lecture test.
I'd alarm mself and everyone who reads this by counting off the days we have left before the promos, but that isn't my style of writing and who needs to be reminded about those again anyway.
National day celebrations were pretty okay. Except for the heat. Amoudtha's henna was an instant success and Mrs Jay, who volunteered to help, was awesome too. Thanks to everyone who helped!
I'll be glad when october's here. No more exams [except PW, urgh], and as much time as i want with the cricket girls! and there's the cricket camp to plan for =D and the ICS chalet =] and class chalet, if we have one!
I want time to imagine. Imagine if i would survive in isolaton, imagine myself as a character in a book or movie, imagine the smell of honeysuckle [i've heard it's bittersweet, but what kinda smell is that??].
Quite my style, isn't it?
It's a pity that all i'm allowed to think about now is whether i should go study for the chem skill B mock SPA tomorrow, or forget about it and study for the lecture test.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
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Pushpa: Afzal and Sharrvesh listened to us one evening, and were telling us how it sounded and stuff. =]
Simran: hahaha i can just imagine you marching up to the organisers and demanding that they speak in english =] thanks, simmie.
Shanti: haha this year's YOUR year! aww so sweet, shanti it's okay don't go against your school lol. thanks loads! spam away, spam away! i don't mind in the least =D
Raghav: haha i will. and congratulations =]
Sneha: hahahaha. well i didnt do it alone. and seriously, it would have been a waste if you'd come this year, cos supporters arent allowed into the preliminary round room. and since we didnt get to the stage, you wouldnt have heard us at all. haha yea weird =]
Sometimes, things people in movies say just stick and get you thinking. Like in Pirates of the Carribean-The Curse of the Black Pearl, some of the convicts are talking about the Black Pearl, and how there are many horrible stories about how those who run into the ship never escape alive. Sparrow cuts in at this point and asks- "If there never are any survivors, how do the stories get out, i wonder."
And in The Lord of The Rings (i think i've mentioned this before)-
Gimli: "I never thought i'd die fighting side-by-side with an elf."
Legolas:"How about side-by-side with a friend?"
And in Troy-
Priam: "I've fought many wars in my time. Some I've fought for land, some for power, some for glory. I suppose fighting for love makes more sense than all the rest."
Hector(to Agamemnon): "I see 50,000 men brought here to fight for one man's greed."
That's why i enjoy watching movies much more than other shows on TV. In fact, apart from movies, i hardly watch anything else.
"We'll sit under an apple tree, you and I,
Talking so deeply time passes us by.
I'll suggest climbing up to see the view,
You'll propose sitting under with an apple or two.
We'll end up doing both, as is always the case,
But we'll never stop our chat, face-to-face.
You'll try climbing up, just to please me,
And I'll sit for an eternity under the tree,
Just for you."
Pushpa: Afzal and Sharrvesh listened to us one evening, and were telling us how it sounded and stuff. =]
Simran: hahaha i can just imagine you marching up to the organisers and demanding that they speak in english =] thanks, simmie.
Shanti: haha this year's YOUR year! aww so sweet, shanti it's okay don't go against your school lol. thanks loads! spam away, spam away! i don't mind in the least =D
Raghav: haha i will. and congratulations =]
Sneha: hahahaha. well i didnt do it alone. and seriously, it would have been a waste if you'd come this year, cos supporters arent allowed into the preliminary round room. and since we didnt get to the stage, you wouldnt have heard us at all. haha yea weird =]
Sometimes, things people in movies say just stick and get you thinking. Like in Pirates of the Carribean-The Curse of the Black Pearl, some of the convicts are talking about the Black Pearl, and how there are many horrible stories about how those who run into the ship never escape alive. Sparrow cuts in at this point and asks- "If there never are any survivors, how do the stories get out, i wonder."
And in The Lord of The Rings (i think i've mentioned this before)-
Gimli: "I never thought i'd die fighting side-by-side with an elf."
Legolas:"How about side-by-side with a friend?"
And in Troy-
Priam: "I've fought many wars in my time. Some I've fought for land, some for power, some for glory. I suppose fighting for love makes more sense than all the rest."
Hector(to Agamemnon): "I see 50,000 men brought here to fight for one man's greed."
That's why i enjoy watching movies much more than other shows on TV. In fact, apart from movies, i hardly watch anything else.
"We'll sit under an apple tree, you and I,
Talking so deeply time passes us by.
I'll suggest climbing up to see the view,
You'll propose sitting under with an apple or two.
We'll end up doing both, as is always the case,
But we'll never stop our chat, face-to-face.
You'll try climbing up, just to please me,
And I'll sit for an eternity under the tree,
Just for you."
Saturday, July 28, 2007
"I sing the blues and swallow them too."
We're not history yet.
We'll make it next year.
Don't you worry, girl.
Owe many thanks to Sneha, Amoudtha, Pushpa, Saranya, Sharrvesh, Sundar, Dev, Sakthish, Rama, Anushiya and Afzal for your help. Thanks for supporting and advising us all the way through.
Reply Tags:
Sneha: haha thanks, okay i will =]
Pushpa: wassup man? =D
Shanti: "intellectual comments"?? who me? you've gotta be kidding, lol. but i miss you too!
Raghav: oh yes you are!! =D haha. you can be, at least. mostly you're just extremely high, lol.
Sirius Black has always been my favourite character. After the fifth book, i refused to believe he'd died, cos he was only Stunned when he fell through the veil, bellatrix didn't use Avada Kedavra on him. [i wonder how Rowling thought of all those names.] Actually, it's a bad idea to discuss Harry Potter here.
Incidentally, have you noticed the similarities between the harry potter series and the lord of the rings? there aren't many though, and i'm not trying to say anything against Rowling =] like a giant spider, for example. how many novels have you read with a giant spider in them? i picked up other similarities, but i can't really remember them now.
I have a small question: how did james potter become head boy when he was never made a prefect? in the first book, hagrid says james was head boy and lily was head girl. but in the fifth book, harry's immensely relieved when he hears that his dad wasn't made a prefect either. weird. maybe you don't have to be a prefect to become the Head. interesting.
i've got a mix of Fall Out Boy songs in my head and on windows media player =D thanks for all those many many songs, Raghav!
We'll make it next year.
Don't you worry, girl.
Owe many thanks to Sneha, Amoudtha, Pushpa, Saranya, Sharrvesh, Sundar, Dev, Sakthish, Rama, Anushiya and Afzal for your help. Thanks for supporting and advising us all the way through.
Reply Tags:
Sneha: haha thanks, okay i will =]
Pushpa: wassup man? =D
Shanti: "intellectual comments"?? who me? you've gotta be kidding, lol. but i miss you too!
Raghav: oh yes you are!! =D haha. you can be, at least. mostly you're just extremely high, lol.
Sirius Black has always been my favourite character. After the fifth book, i refused to believe he'd died, cos he was only Stunned when he fell through the veil, bellatrix didn't use Avada Kedavra on him. [i wonder how Rowling thought of all those names.] Actually, it's a bad idea to discuss Harry Potter here.
Incidentally, have you noticed the similarities between the harry potter series and the lord of the rings? there aren't many though, and i'm not trying to say anything against Rowling =] like a giant spider, for example. how many novels have you read with a giant spider in them? i picked up other similarities, but i can't really remember them now.
I have a small question: how did james potter become head boy when he was never made a prefect? in the first book, hagrid says james was head boy and lily was head girl. but in the fifth book, harry's immensely relieved when he hears that his dad wasn't made a prefect either. weird. maybe you don't have to be a prefect to become the Head. interesting.
i've got a mix of Fall Out Boy songs in my head and on windows media player =D thanks for all those many many songs, Raghav!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
You'll know i'm talking about you.
I look out of the corner of my eye,
Someone's approaching.
I can just tell who you are, from the walk, the gait, the way you hold your hands,
And the way you make a beeline towards my bench.
I ask you to sit, but you tell me you can't, cos you've skipped a lecture, and can't be seen by the teacher who's just come out to talk to a student.
I knew you'd say that. Wonder if you know how well i know your timetable.
I like it when you skip your lectures to sit with me in mine, though i should be forcing you to attend your own lectures.
I like the way you call my name.
Remember our very rare but very long phone conversations? We really should start talking as much on the phone as we do face to face.
I'll save the rest for your birthday poem, the one i couldn't resist telling you about. =]
Someone's approaching.
I can just tell who you are, from the walk, the gait, the way you hold your hands,
And the way you make a beeline towards my bench.
I ask you to sit, but you tell me you can't, cos you've skipped a lecture, and can't be seen by the teacher who's just come out to talk to a student.
I knew you'd say that. Wonder if you know how well i know your timetable.
I like it when you skip your lectures to sit with me in mine, though i should be forcing you to attend your own lectures.
I like the way you call my name.
Remember our very rare but very long phone conversations? We really should start talking as much on the phone as we do face to face.
I'll save the rest for your birthday poem, the one i couldn't resist telling you about. =]
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
for that one moment
i always find it weird that people can completely hate someone.
i think it's impossible to sincerely and completely hate someone, especially if you calm down and think for a little while.
we could all do with a little less hate around, don't you think?
Mia's enjoying herself in London. This lucky girl gets to see horses, and she doesn't even like horses as much as i do. And she gets to explore the house and backyard and look for foxes and watch the sun set at 10.30pm and be at the heart of the Harry Potter action and tend the garden and buy hot donuts from friendly shopkeepers and play lawn cricket and skip PA back here. =D if you're reading this, don't forget to write your article for the ridge. =] hey Mia, have you caught your glorious sunrise yet?
i wonder what it feels like to be in the eye of a hurricane.
if a hurricane should strike, perhaps that's the safest place to be.
Do pardon the incoherence of this post. i'm just typing what comes outta my head without any structure.
It's past 12am now and i'm on the com cos i miss my music.
"and if all the world were perfect i would only ever wanna see your scars."
Darren Hayes-So Beautiful
Good day to you.
It's just goodnight and not goodbye.
That sounds like the end to the post doesn't it? I guess i don't feel like going off yet though.
I'd told them both i'd write them a story. I told them i'd write them a story about themselves. They're very different people, but their stories are the same. Maybe we're all connected by the same story, except that it won't be just a story, it will be an epic, with every character affecting everyone else. Maybe we're just part of a big plot. After all, we're each looking at the same sunset, you from your window and i from the shore.
Things aren't as complicated as they seem sometimes.
i think it's impossible to sincerely and completely hate someone, especially if you calm down and think for a little while.
we could all do with a little less hate around, don't you think?
Mia's enjoying herself in London. This lucky girl gets to see horses, and she doesn't even like horses as much as i do. And she gets to explore the house and backyard and look for foxes and watch the sun set at 10.30pm and be at the heart of the Harry Potter action and tend the garden and buy hot donuts from friendly shopkeepers and play lawn cricket and skip PA back here. =D if you're reading this, don't forget to write your article for the ridge. =] hey Mia, have you caught your glorious sunrise yet?
i wonder what it feels like to be in the eye of a hurricane.
if a hurricane should strike, perhaps that's the safest place to be.
Do pardon the incoherence of this post. i'm just typing what comes outta my head without any structure.
It's past 12am now and i'm on the com cos i miss my music.
"and if all the world were perfect i would only ever wanna see your scars."
Darren Hayes-So Beautiful
Good day to you.
It's just goodnight and not goodbye.
That sounds like the end to the post doesn't it? I guess i don't feel like going off yet though.
I'd told them both i'd write them a story. I told them i'd write them a story about themselves. They're very different people, but their stories are the same. Maybe we're all connected by the same story, except that it won't be just a story, it will be an epic, with every character affecting everyone else. Maybe we're just part of a big plot. After all, we're each looking at the same sunset, you from your window and i from the shore.
Things aren't as complicated as they seem sometimes.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Look at it my way.
Why living close to school isn't as advantageous as it seems:
1. If you wake up late, there's no faster way of getting to school so you're bound to be late.
2. If you're like me, and care about what your house looks like when there are visitors, you need to keep your house/room clean and neat all the time cos people like popping by and doing projects at your house.
3. You don't have a good excuse for not being home on time.
4. People keep cursing you for living so near.
5. Your house is the temporary holding room for things that are too inconvenient for others to take back to their homes.
Haha those are the top 5 reasons i can think of right now. So don't be too hasty in deciding how lucky i am =D
1. If you wake up late, there's no faster way of getting to school so you're bound to be late.
2. If you're like me, and care about what your house looks like when there are visitors, you need to keep your house/room clean and neat all the time cos people like popping by and doing projects at your house.
3. You don't have a good excuse for not being home on time.
4. People keep cursing you for living so near.
5. Your house is the temporary holding room for things that are too inconvenient for others to take back to their homes.
Haha those are the top 5 reasons i can think of right now. So don't be too hasty in deciding how lucky i am =D
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Second-in-line.
Note: Parallels to real life are NOT INTENDED, and deliberately avoided.
She was jealous, and she admitted it. Only to herself though. People would never believe she was capable of having such hard feelings. Each day that feeling gnawed at her heart like a dog and it's bone. That was what her heart had become, hard and unfeeling as bone. The feeling was tiring her, hollowing her heart out but preserving the skin, the face-value. On and on, till she reached a point when she felt she would collapse from within.
It infuriated her that she was weak enough to collapse. It infuriated her that she wasn't strong enough to resist jealousy. But it maddened her that she was never given any acknowledgement, while her friend [she stubbornly refused to think of her as anything less than her close friend] was praised beyond the classroom walls by the Others, the sycophants.
And it wasn't the case of her knowing why she was treated that way. Unable to fathom why she wasn't given equal acknowledgement, she blamed it on herself, as she always did. Supressing her anger and all other negative emotions was nothing new to her. She was quite familiar with it, as a matter of fact, for she couldn't find any other way of preserving her friendship.
Without fail, she received a nice expensive gift from the Others each birthday [wrapped by the saleswoman] and it was always accompanied by a card [the type you pick off a shelf] thanking her "for everything" [the card never specified what exactly]. Then, for a few hours, she'd almost burst with happiness. For a few days, she'd re-read the card. For a few weeks, she'd wonder how she could ever have been jealous of such a loving friend when she was treated the same way by Others.
And by the end of the month, she'd have remembered why.
The terrible feeling would rise again, stronger than ever, like a wave that rises higher and crashes harder each time. She'd spent her every waking moment thinking of a reason, just one, for why this was happening. Her heart and her mind were at constant battle, one telling her she loved her friendship too much to house that evil feeling, jealousy, the other telling her she shouldn't care about those whom she felt inferior around.
She thought perhaps it as because her "friend" [she was getting doubtful as to her being a friend at all] was pretty and cute, that everyone endlessly praised her. Was she too pretty to notice the cringe on the face that was always beside hers?
And what about the Others? Did they think she didn't mind being ignored just because she always smiled with pride when someone praised her friend? Maybe they presumed that the sentence that was added on just for politeness' sake was enough for her. "Oh yea, you too. thanks for helping." She told herself to sincerely feel happy for her friend, just like heroines in movies. They would never dream of feeling jealous. But her fortress of pretence was crumbling along with her spirit, and she feared people would very soon see exactly how she felt. [No hope for genuine praise if that should happen, she thought grimly.]
Fiercer and fiercer, the battle within her raged. Bullets penetrated her failing heart and swords slashed into pieces eyes that had once loved the sight of her friend. She felt herself losing control, and she didn't know if she was angry with her friend for getting all the praise, or angry at the superficial Others.
Till one day, one of them came up to her, and told her how much more they'd accomplished her her around, and how much they appreciated her help. She was overwhelmed, and thought smugly about how her friend should have been there to stand on the side-lines for once. "We never realised how we made you feel", they'd said. " "What made you realise it all of a sudden?", she'd asked, more for curiosity's sake than to be snobbish.
"Your friend of course. She was really angry at us for making you feel that way. You're lucky to have someone like her."
The pent-up jealousy was finally leaving her, through her tears that fell, glistening, onto the gift she'd just received, tiny [but made by a huge heart], cheap [but made by a priceless hands], wrapped in crumpled gift paper [but with a friend's love in each fold], accompanied by a handmade card [that would never be found on a shelf], and a letter, thanking her for everything she'd done, from the time they'd first met, to yesterday.
The only thing she saw was her friend's reflection in her tears.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Simply Put.
How shall we analyse you this evening?
Shall we start with your outer covering, the gold you often display to new acquaintances?
Or shall we wait till you trip, so that that the thin foil peels, and your true colour's seen?
Shocked though we may be at the drastic change, we say nothing, but continue to examine you.
In silence, we stumble upon the shell, the armour of sorts.
Surprisingly, this gives way, after a few gentle taps, and all's soft and sweet inside.
Maybe you weren't as bad as we thought you were.
Perhaps we should have stopped here.
But we go on.
Deeper and deeper, until even the most doubtful ones are satisfied, when-
CRACK!
There's a hard nut right in your heart.
And after this happens a couple of times with different people, we begin to realise, hey, this is becoming as ordinary as eating a ferrero rocher.
Shall we start with your outer covering, the gold you often display to new acquaintances?
Or shall we wait till you trip, so that that the thin foil peels, and your true colour's seen?
Shocked though we may be at the drastic change, we say nothing, but continue to examine you.
In silence, we stumble upon the shell, the armour of sorts.
Surprisingly, this gives way, after a few gentle taps, and all's soft and sweet inside.
Maybe you weren't as bad as we thought you were.
Perhaps we should have stopped here.
But we go on.
Deeper and deeper, until even the most doubtful ones are satisfied, when-
CRACK!
There's a hard nut right in your heart.
And after this happens a couple of times with different people, we begin to realise, hey, this is becoming as ordinary as eating a ferrero rocher.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
okay shanti and shilpa, i won't delete this. thanks for tagging, by the way =] but do excuse me if i don't update often enough.
i'm writing a little story. but i'm stuck. again. that's the problem with giving characters in the story a life of their own. they think for themselves and do or say things that i cant change. arghhh. i've written about two paragraphs, but i'll put up the whole thing as one piece when i'm done ok?
school's been okay. my music's keeping me going.
i'm writing a little story. but i'm stuck. again. that's the problem with giving characters in the story a life of their own. they think for themselves and do or say things that i cant change. arghhh. i've written about two paragraphs, but i'll put up the whole thing as one piece when i'm done ok?
school's been okay. my music's keeping me going.
i can't wait for the cricket camp =]
i can't think of anything else to write now.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
Weathered.
Thank You taggers! it's very nice to visit this place after ages and see so many tags.
I came late to school because i wasn't feeling well in the morning. I couldn't skip school entirely 'cos i urgently had to meet mr harris and akanksha, my lovely vice-captain =] and i also had to pass shakura her math tutorial which i borrowed because i missed that lesson to go help IP open house prep. But my headache was worse by then so i went to the office after meeting raymay, BOM [who hadn't done lit essay either =P] bev, laura and michee, to get an excuse slip. I just realised i've missed a lot of lessons. Shucks.
After going home and sleeping for an hour or two, i woke up and tried to do my work but gave up because my head wouldn't cooperate, so i just went back to sleep. My sister woke me up a little while later, cos i had 9 missed calls from akanksha, whom i'd left all the organising to today. She told me we were leaving for the match earlier, so i rushed to school and met kank, simmie, sam, vaishali, karan, mahesha and shilpa. thank you four-three people for all the enquiries!
We took 2 taxis to the match at Ceylon Sports Club, and dhevy, pushpa, nivedh, rama and reema joined us there. Thanks for coming down and supporting, you guys! it's really appreciated!
I can't honestly say it was a good game. We lost, but like simran says, it's commendable that they can perform the way they did even without a coach, and after not being able to train properly during the ICS Nite period. I have tremendous faith in the guys! This game binds us, and their sorrow is mine. but we'll all get over it =]
I met raghav from TJ there, who's opener! good eh. you guys played good stuff today. As to that idea of yours, i'll think seriously about it ok? It will be pretty fun but i don't know if we can give you a game worth worth playing. and thanks once more for the songs!
Dhevy pushpa vaishali and i shared a taxi back. After reaching home, i had to practise for violin class tomorrow and then i came online to check on this blog. I've got pw meeting online at 11pm, and we may be meeting tomorrow as well, face-to-face.
I've got 2 drafted posts, and one of them is the start of a short story that's taking a long time to write. I hope i can catch up on my work before wednesday, 'cos i may be going to watch the guys play on thursday as well, after KI lecture.
Reply tags:
michee: maybe i should just support him outright. will it make you happy that i'm accepting the position forced on me or will you hate me forever? HAHA.
simran: =]
jiaxin: haha i hope we're thinking of the same lit lesson. yep it was fun but i think i prefer it when we don't combine. smile! =]
dw: haha thanks! thanks for coming down and thanks for the mini performance u pea olivia and aaron put up for me! haha and thanks for the cheery sunflower!
shanti: haha ok. thanks! i'll tag you very soon!
tc: haha. well it's over now =] you guys kinda bulldozed us =[
mia: LOL.
simran: done, sexy!
michee: can we start tomorrow? meet online or something? i'll sms u and rachel. haha you both qualify for the adjective, though i shouldn't be the one telling you that. OH guess what? i saw your mortal on the bus last saturday when i was going to my music class! haha he was with the harmoc people. i saw wen jun too but i don't think he saw me. THEN a little while later i saw rama! haha.
okay people that's all for now. have a great holiday tomorrow!
I came late to school because i wasn't feeling well in the morning. I couldn't skip school entirely 'cos i urgently had to meet mr harris and akanksha, my lovely vice-captain =] and i also had to pass shakura her math tutorial which i borrowed because i missed that lesson to go help IP open house prep. But my headache was worse by then so i went to the office after meeting raymay, BOM [who hadn't done lit essay either =P] bev, laura and michee, to get an excuse slip. I just realised i've missed a lot of lessons. Shucks.
After going home and sleeping for an hour or two, i woke up and tried to do my work but gave up because my head wouldn't cooperate, so i just went back to sleep. My sister woke me up a little while later, cos i had 9 missed calls from akanksha, whom i'd left all the organising to today. She told me we were leaving for the match earlier, so i rushed to school and met kank, simmie, sam, vaishali, karan, mahesha and shilpa. thank you four-three people for all the enquiries!
We took 2 taxis to the match at Ceylon Sports Club, and dhevy, pushpa, nivedh, rama and reema joined us there. Thanks for coming down and supporting, you guys! it's really appreciated!
I can't honestly say it was a good game. We lost, but like simran says, it's commendable that they can perform the way they did even without a coach, and after not being able to train properly during the ICS Nite period. I have tremendous faith in the guys! This game binds us, and their sorrow is mine. but we'll all get over it =]
I met raghav from TJ there, who's opener! good eh. you guys played good stuff today. As to that idea of yours, i'll think seriously about it ok? It will be pretty fun but i don't know if we can give you a game worth worth playing. and thanks once more for the songs!
Dhevy pushpa vaishali and i shared a taxi back. After reaching home, i had to practise for violin class tomorrow and then i came online to check on this blog. I've got pw meeting online at 11pm, and we may be meeting tomorrow as well, face-to-face.
I've got 2 drafted posts, and one of them is the start of a short story that's taking a long time to write. I hope i can catch up on my work before wednesday, 'cos i may be going to watch the guys play on thursday as well, after KI lecture.
Reply tags:
michee: maybe i should just support him outright. will it make you happy that i'm accepting the position forced on me or will you hate me forever? HAHA.
simran: =]
jiaxin: haha i hope we're thinking of the same lit lesson. yep it was fun but i think i prefer it when we don't combine. smile! =]
dw: haha thanks! thanks for coming down and thanks for the mini performance u pea olivia and aaron put up for me! haha and thanks for the cheery sunflower!
shanti: haha ok. thanks! i'll tag you very soon!
tc: haha. well it's over now =] you guys kinda bulldozed us =[
mia: LOL.
simran: done, sexy!
michee: can we start tomorrow? meet online or something? i'll sms u and rachel. haha you both qualify for the adjective, though i shouldn't be the one telling you that. OH guess what? i saw your mortal on the bus last saturday when i was going to my music class! haha he was with the harmoc people. i saw wen jun too but i don't think he saw me. THEN a little while later i saw rama! haha.
okay people that's all for now. have a great holiday tomorrow!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Post-ICS Nite.
Sorry i haven't been blogging for a long time. I was really caught up with MusicFest, then ICS nite. I'm so proud of the ICS guys for their dance! Both were damn fun experiences, though they were very time-consuming, especially ICS nite. Now that's it's over, i better start studying. I should be doing my KI essay, lit essay, lit math physics and chem tutorials, math assignment and i'm sure there's more i can't remember now. And i've got to practise for violin exam.
Thank you to everyone who supported us for ICS nite! S43, V14, Cedarians, Haig girls, ex-Victorians, TJCians. =]
Reply Tags:
tc: u don't have to post only about your trainings, you could post about cricket in general! haha. nice talking to you yesterday.
simmie: HELLO! hope you're not tired any more!
jiaxin: i STILL haven't finished Great Ex!
michee: i ask for NICE arm writing, not irritating ones!
shanti: you're cuter! haha thanks for coming down on friday and helping out!
nandita: haha it's okay =] yea it was cheesy but i still like it! lol. the song was 'Dare you to move' right?
jx: thank you! i did =D
shanti: haha thanks loads! you should come down whenever you can k?
sorry i have to go now. i'll post a loong entry sometime this week.
Thank you to everyone who supported us for ICS nite! S43, V14, Cedarians, Haig girls, ex-Victorians, TJCians. =]
Reply Tags:
tc: u don't have to post only about your trainings, you could post about cricket in general! haha. nice talking to you yesterday.
simmie: HELLO! hope you're not tired any more!
jiaxin: i STILL haven't finished Great Ex!
michee: i ask for NICE arm writing, not irritating ones!
shanti: you're cuter! haha thanks for coming down on friday and helping out!
nandita: haha it's okay =] yea it was cheesy but i still like it! lol. the song was 'Dare you to move' right?
jx: thank you! i did =D
shanti: haha thanks loads! you should come down whenever you can k?
sorry i have to go now. i'll post a loong entry sometime this week.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Simply Put.
How shall we analyse you this evening?
Shall we start with your outer covering, the gold you often display to new acquaintances?
Or shall we wait till you trip, so that that the thin foil peels, and your true colour's seen?
Shocked though we may be at the drastic change, we say nothing, but continue to examine you.
In silence, we stumble upon the shell, the armour of sorts.
Surprisingly, this gives way, after a few gentle taps, and all's soft and sweet inside.
Maybe you weren't as bad as we thought you were.
Perhaps we should have stopped here. But we go on.
Deeper and deeper, until even the most doubtful ones are satisfied, when-
CRACK!
There's a hard nut right in your heart.
And after this happens a couple of times with different people, we begin to realise, hey, this is becoming as ordinary as eating a ferrero rocher.
Shall we start with your outer covering, the gold you often display to new acquaintances?
Or shall we wait till you trip, so that that the thin foil peels, and your true colour's seen?
Shocked though we may be at the drastic change, we say nothing, but continue to examine you.
In silence, we stumble upon the shell, the armour of sorts.
Surprisingly, this gives way, after a few gentle taps, and all's soft and sweet inside.
Maybe you weren't as bad as we thought you were.
Perhaps we should have stopped here. But we go on.
Deeper and deeper, until even the most doubtful ones are satisfied, when-
CRACK!
There's a hard nut right in your heart.
And after this happens a couple of times with different people, we begin to realise, hey, this is becoming as ordinary as eating a ferrero rocher.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
A Walk To Remember
Do you know why i haven't been posting for a while? Firstly, i have lotsa work, and secondly, the post i'm working on is taking me longer than i'd expected. So i'll make this a quick one and post the one i'm working on as soon as it's done.
School's been okay so far. Lit is one of the loves of my school life. Yep, like jiaxin says, it's getting more fun now that we're being more open about what we feel. ICS nite practise is taking up most of my time. I'm enjoying every bit of it! If you're reading this and happen to want tickets, contact me.
Chem lecture test is next week, and i haven't started studying yet. And there are two KI essays due next week, and mock chem SPA too. And i haven't finished reading Great Expectations yet, though i think i'm supposed to have already.
Dhevy tells me that at heart, i'm an Arts student. I'm hardly sure myself, not that it matters much now anyway. I don't regret taking Science, though the Arts are still very appealing.
Did anyone watch the movie A Walk To Remember? I loved it.
Okay i have to go now. This post is shorter than i wanted it to be and took longer than i expected it to.
All the very best to all MusicFest participants!
School's been okay so far. Lit is one of the loves of my school life. Yep, like jiaxin says, it's getting more fun now that we're being more open about what we feel. ICS nite practise is taking up most of my time. I'm enjoying every bit of it! If you're reading this and happen to want tickets, contact me.
Chem lecture test is next week, and i haven't started studying yet. And there are two KI essays due next week, and mock chem SPA too. And i haven't finished reading Great Expectations yet, though i think i'm supposed to have already.
Dhevy tells me that at heart, i'm an Arts student. I'm hardly sure myself, not that it matters much now anyway. I don't regret taking Science, though the Arts are still very appealing.
Did anyone watch the movie A Walk To Remember? I loved it.
Okay i have to go now. This post is shorter than i wanted it to be and took longer than i expected it to.
All the very best to all MusicFest participants!
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Second-in-line.
Note: Parallels to real life are NOT INTENDED, and deliberately avoided.
She was jealous, and she admitted it. Only to herself though. People would never believe she was capable of having such hard feelings. Each day that feeling gnawed at her heart like a dog and it's bone. That was what her heart had become, hard and unfeeling as bone. The feeling was tiring her, hollowing her heart out but preserving the skin, the face-value. On and on, till she reached a point when she felt she would collapse from within.
It infuriated her that she was weak enough to collapse. It infuriated her that she wasn't strong enough to resist jealousy. But it maddened her that she was never given any acknowledgement, while her friend [she stubbornly refused to think of her as anything less than her close friend] was praised beyond the classroom walls by the Others, the sycophants.
And it wasn't the case of her knowing why she was treated that way. Unable to fathom why she wasn't given equal acknowledgement, she blamed it on herself, as she always did. Supressing her anger and all other negative emotions was nothing new to her. She was quite familiar with it, as a matter of fact, for she couldn't find any other way of preserving her friendship.
Without fail, she received a nice expensive gift from the Others each birthday [wrapped by the saleswoman] and it was always accompanied by a card [the type you pick off a shelf] thanking her "for everything" [the card never specified what exactly]. Then, for a few hours, she'd almost burst with happiness. For a few days, she'd re-read the card. For a few weeks, she'd wonder how she could ever have been jealous of such a loving friend when she was treated the same way by Others.
And by the end of the month, she'd have remembered why.
The terrible feeling would rise again, stronger than ever, like a wave that rises higher and crashes harder each time. She'd spent her every waking moment thinking of a reason, just one, for why this was happening. Her heart and her mind were at constant battle, one telling her she loved her friendship too much to house that evil feeling, jealousy, the other telling her she shouldn't care about those whom she felt inferior around.
She thought perhaps it as because her "friend" [she was getting doubtful as to her being a friend at all] was pretty and cute, that everyone endlessly praised her. Was she too pretty to notice the cringe on the face that was always beside hers?
And what about the Others? Did they think she didn't mind being ignored just because she always smiled with pride when someone praised her friend? Maybe they presumed that the sentence that was added on just for politeness' sake was enough for her. "Oh yea, you too. thanks for helping." She told herself to sincerely feel happy for her friend, just like heroines in movies. They would never dream of feeling jealous. But her fortress of pretence was crumbling along with her spirit, and she feared people would very soon see exactly how she felt. [No hope for genuine praise if that should happen, she thought grimly.]
Fiercer and fiercer, the battle within her raged. Bullets penetrated her failing heart and swords slashed into pieces eyes that had once loved the sight of her friend. She felt herself losing control, and she didn't know if she was angry with her friend for getting all the praise, or angry at the superficial Others.
Till one day, one of them came up to her, and told her how much more they'd accomplished her her around, and how much they appreciated her help. She was overwhelmed, and thought smugly about how her friend should have been there to stand on the side-lines for once. "We never realised how we made you feel", they'd said. " "What made you realise it all of a sudden?", she'd asked, more for curiosity's sake than to be snobbish.
"Your friend of course. She was really angry at us for making you feel that way. You're lucky to have someone like her."
The pent-up jealousy was finally leaving her, through her tears that fell, glistening, onto the gift she'd just received, tiny [but made by a huge heart], cheap [but made by a priceless hands], wrapped in crumpled gift paper [but with a friend's love in each fold], accompanied by a handmade card [that would never be found on a shelf], and a letter, thanking her for everything she'd done, from the time they'd first met, to yesterday.
The only thing she saw was her friend's reflection in her tears.
She was jealous, and she admitted it. Only to herself though. People would never believe she was capable of having such hard feelings. Each day that feeling gnawed at her heart like a dog and it's bone. That was what her heart had become, hard and unfeeling as bone. The feeling was tiring her, hollowing her heart out but preserving the skin, the face-value. On and on, till she reached a point when she felt she would collapse from within.
It infuriated her that she was weak enough to collapse. It infuriated her that she wasn't strong enough to resist jealousy. But it maddened her that she was never given any acknowledgement, while her friend [she stubbornly refused to think of her as anything less than her close friend] was praised beyond the classroom walls by the Others, the sycophants.
And it wasn't the case of her knowing why she was treated that way. Unable to fathom why she wasn't given equal acknowledgement, she blamed it on herself, as she always did. Supressing her anger and all other negative emotions was nothing new to her. She was quite familiar with it, as a matter of fact, for she couldn't find any other way of preserving her friendship.
Without fail, she received a nice expensive gift from the Others each birthday [wrapped by the saleswoman] and it was always accompanied by a card [the type you pick off a shelf] thanking her "for everything" [the card never specified what exactly]. Then, for a few hours, she'd almost burst with happiness. For a few days, she'd re-read the card. For a few weeks, she'd wonder how she could ever have been jealous of such a loving friend when she was treated the same way by Others.
And by the end of the month, she'd have remembered why.
The terrible feeling would rise again, stronger than ever, like a wave that rises higher and crashes harder each time. She'd spent her every waking moment thinking of a reason, just one, for why this was happening. Her heart and her mind were at constant battle, one telling her she loved her friendship too much to house that evil feeling, jealousy, the other telling her she shouldn't care about those whom she felt inferior around.
She thought perhaps it as because her "friend" [she was getting doubtful as to her being a friend at all] was pretty and cute, that everyone endlessly praised her. Was she too pretty to notice the cringe on the face that was always beside hers?
And what about the Others? Did they think she didn't mind being ignored just because she always smiled with pride when someone praised her friend? Maybe they presumed that the sentence that was added on just for politeness' sake was enough for her. "Oh yea, you too. thanks for helping." She told herself to sincerely feel happy for her friend, just like heroines in movies. They would never dream of feeling jealous. But her fortress of pretence was crumbling along with her spirit, and she feared people would very soon see exactly how she felt. [No hope for genuine praise if that should happen, she thought grimly.]
Fiercer and fiercer, the battle within her raged. Bullets penetrated her failing heart and swords slashed into pieces eyes that had once loved the sight of her friend. She felt herself losing control, and she didn't know if she was angry with her friend for getting all the praise, or angry at the superficial Others.
Till one day, one of them came up to her, and told her how much more they'd accomplished her her around, and how much they appreciated her help. She was overwhelmed, and thought smugly about how her friend should have been there to stand on the side-lines for once. "We never realised how we made you feel", they'd said. " "What made you realise it all of a sudden?", she'd asked, more for curiosity's sake than to be snobbish.
"Your friend of course. She was really angry at us for making you feel that way. You're lucky to have someone like her."
The pent-up jealousy was finally leaving her, through her tears that fell, glistening, onto the gift she'd just received, tiny [but made by a huge heart], cheap [but made by a priceless hands], wrapped in crumpled gift paper [but with a friend's love in each fold], accompanied by a handmade card [that would never be found on a shelf], and a letter, thanking her for everything she'd done, from the time they'd first met, to yesterday.
The only thing she saw was her friend's reflection in her tears.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Perspective.
you know the way some books describe how beautiful autumns are? how soft and white snow is? how beatiful spring dawns and dusks are? how green summer fields are?
sometimes i wonder, just how orange and yellow and pretty are those leaves? how fun is building snowmen? how breathtaking is the appearance and disappearance of the sun? and just how green are those grassy expanses?
the sunrise and sunset i see everyday from my house windows are different. and they look different when i'm at the beach. so they've got to look different in other places. someday i wanna explore, and see these sights books always tempt me with.
someday.
sometimes i wonder, just how orange and yellow and pretty are those leaves? how fun is building snowmen? how breathtaking is the appearance and disappearance of the sun? and just how green are those grassy expanses?
the sunrise and sunset i see everyday from my house windows are different. and they look different when i'm at the beach. so they've got to look different in other places. someday i wanna explore, and see these sights books always tempt me with.
someday.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Throw them in the water!
Paka River Camp was fabulous. Seriously. I enjoyed it loads. Kayaking with Daniel, Eileen and Henry was really funny because we kept colliding and arguing over whose fault it was. Trekking up the waterfall was great too, especially when we reached the top and swam in the icy-cold water. Persist C's such a fun group to be in!
The solo part of the night walk was really funny too. When I was about 25 metres away from the main gate, i heard someone muttering off the path, under the trees. I ignored it and continued walking on, and after a few steps i heard someone running after me. I turned around and saw the "red-faced man", wearing a hood and a long-sleeved black shirt with white designs on it, who [if i remember correctly] was quite tall. He stopped running when i turned around, and i didn't know what i was supposed to do, so i turned and started walking again. Then i heard him running towards me again, so i turned around, and he was just a few steps away from me at this time, so i ventured a "Hello!". Then after a second's pause, he huskily muttered "hello", and disappeared back into the bushes. I wanted to laugh badly, so i hurried on until i reached the gate. I don't know why i didn't recognise the people standing behind the gate, the gate was closed and they were just looking at me from behind it, so i thought they were pretending to be ghosts too, so i walked on past the gate until one of them came out with a torchlight. I could hardly stop laughing at myself.
Everything else went smoothly at camp. I'm really glad for having experienced these activities.
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you don't have to forget what happened, just learn to move on.
The solo part of the night walk was really funny too. When I was about 25 metres away from the main gate, i heard someone muttering off the path, under the trees. I ignored it and continued walking on, and after a few steps i heard someone running after me. I turned around and saw the "red-faced man", wearing a hood and a long-sleeved black shirt with white designs on it, who [if i remember correctly] was quite tall. He stopped running when i turned around, and i didn't know what i was supposed to do, so i turned and started walking again. Then i heard him running towards me again, so i turned around, and he was just a few steps away from me at this time, so i ventured a "Hello!". Then after a second's pause, he huskily muttered "hello", and disappeared back into the bushes. I wanted to laugh badly, so i hurried on until i reached the gate. I don't know why i didn't recognise the people standing behind the gate, the gate was closed and they were just looking at me from behind it, so i thought they were pretending to be ghosts too, so i walked on past the gate until one of them came out with a torchlight. I could hardly stop laughing at myself.
Everything else went smoothly at camp. I'm really glad for having experienced these activities.
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you don't have to forget what happened, just learn to move on.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
"A true cricketer at heart"
I don't wanna remember him that way. He looked so different at the wake, not at all like his usual smiling self.
I'm trapping every memory i can collect of him and storing it all away, memories of him coaching, laughing, encouraging, being a friend.
'Cos that's what he always was.
Thank you all for your consolations.
I'm trapping every memory i can collect of him and storing it all away, memories of him coaching, laughing, encouraging, being a friend.
'Cos that's what he always was.
Thank you all for your consolations.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
To my constant source of strength.
Coach Denis, this year we train not for ourselves, not for the school, but for you.
For believing in us, and for being our friend more than our coach.
You'll never be gone, 'cos we'll always find you in our hearts.
We'll never forget the wonderful things you did for us.
For believing in us, and for being our friend more than our coach.
You'll never be gone, 'cos we'll always find you in our hearts.
We'll never forget the wonderful things you did for us.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
What say you?
Sometimes, when i watch movies, certain lines that catch my fancy stick in my head, and i'm putting them here now, or what i can remember of them. i hope they are as close to the original as possible.
From Troy:
[voiceover, the first lines of the movie]
"Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? will people hear our names and wonder how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?"
[voiceover, the last lines of the movie]
"If ever they tell my story, let them say i walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names live forever. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time Achilles."
From Patch Adams:
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straighforwardly, without pride. I love you because I know no other way. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, i fall asleep."
From The Lord of the Rings:
Frodo:"I wish none of this had ever happened."
Gandalf:"So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to choose. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
"From the ashes a fire will be woken,
A light from the shadows will spring.
Reforged will be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
"In the land where shadows lie.
One ring to rule them all,
One ring to find them.
One ring to bring them all,
And in the darkness bind them.
In the land where shadows lie."
Gimli:"I never thought i'd die fighting side-by-side with an elf."
Legolas:"What about side-by-side with a friend?"
Gimli:" Aye, i could do that."
Aragorn:"Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor and Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"
"Home is behind, and the world ahead.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadow, to the edge of night.
Until the stars are all alight."
From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:
"Though we may come from different countries and speak diferent tongues, our hearts beat as one. The bonds of friendship made this year will be more important than ever."
That's all i can remember for now.
One of the quotes above was typed with some reference.
From Troy:
[voiceover, the first lines of the movie]
"Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? will people hear our names and wonder how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?"
[voiceover, the last lines of the movie]
"If ever they tell my story, let them say i walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names live forever. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time Achilles."
From Patch Adams:
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straighforwardly, without pride. I love you because I know no other way. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, i fall asleep."
From The Lord of the Rings:
Frodo:"I wish none of this had ever happened."
Gandalf:"So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to choose. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
"From the ashes a fire will be woken,
A light from the shadows will spring.
Reforged will be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
"In the land where shadows lie.
One ring to rule them all,
One ring to find them.
One ring to bring them all,
And in the darkness bind them.
In the land where shadows lie."
Gimli:"I never thought i'd die fighting side-by-side with an elf."
Legolas:"What about side-by-side with a friend?"
Gimli:" Aye, i could do that."
Aragorn:"Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor and Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"
"Home is behind, and the world ahead.
There are many path to tread.
Through shadow, to the edge of night.
Until the stars are all alight."
From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:
"Though we may come from different countries and speak diferent tongues, our hearts beat as one. The bonds of friendship made this year will be more important than ever."
That's all i can remember for now.
One of the quotes above was typed with some reference.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
"other than that, i'm fine."
reply tags:
michee: nah i'd always liked sesame street more than barney. haha. as lalit would say, "cricket is the best sport in the world."
may: no no no it's a childrens' show you shouldn't read so deep even though we're lit students and lit rocks =D
simmie: ah, that would be fantastic. i'd never not-study, even for mcq tests like today's, if i had drive. haha.
jx: hahaha. I AM OFFICIALLY A REBEL. anti-michelle's the way to go, man.
may: yea man, lit ppl are cool. haha! i dunno if i'd trust you to mess with time, you may make it such that all we ever see is your patron! hahaha!
jx: hahaha okay! yes, lit rocks. The Real Inspector Hound rocks.
simran: hey...does that mean non-tkgians aren't?! what a thing to say on this blog. haha anyway, why do you want me to update so fast? it's only been three days!
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Triple period chem tutorial today wasn't that bad after all. I was trying to study for the redox mcq test and simran was testing me on random oxidation numbers. haha! we have decided to look for a place we can call the cricket girls' place, like the hockey tables, soccer tables etc.
I really don't know what to blog about. I feel like writing a poem, but i don't have time to.
Lit is a fantastic subject. Recently, we did this piece of writing about 74 facts and one lie. It's a list of 74 facts, and one lie among those facts. The facts are about a lady writing about a man she knew very well, almost telepathic, but who didn't marry her. It was like "a twig snapping inside her" when she heard him say he couldn't live without his wife. If you guys want to read it, i won't tell you what the lie is yet. Go to the blog Ms Chia set up [which i've linked] and click on the link to the piece of writing.
Today, we had lit in the treehouse farthest away from the canteen. i witnessed something that really made an impact on me. i was thinking about it the whole day, and it really brought me down to earth. i guess you'd have already heard about the girl who collapsed while running?
i saw her, lying face down, before she was turned over.
i saw her, unconscious, with a whole group of people surrounding her.
i saw her, being shaken by her friends, while mr tan ran to the office and back.
i saw her, with teachers surrounding her, performing CPR on her.
i saw her, as did so many others, without knowing who she is.
i saw her friends crying and praying.
i saw her move slightly at last, after a few cycles of CPR.
and i breathed in.
michee: nah i'd always liked sesame street more than barney. haha. as lalit would say, "cricket is the best sport in the world."
may: no no no it's a childrens' show you shouldn't read so deep even though we're lit students and lit rocks =D
simmie: ah, that would be fantastic. i'd never not-study, even for mcq tests like today's, if i had drive. haha.
jx: hahaha. I AM OFFICIALLY A REBEL. anti-michelle's the way to go, man.
may: yea man, lit ppl are cool. haha! i dunno if i'd trust you to mess with time, you may make it such that all we ever see is your patron! hahaha!
jx: hahaha okay! yes, lit rocks. The Real Inspector Hound rocks.
simran: hey...does that mean non-tkgians aren't?! what a thing to say on this blog. haha anyway, why do you want me to update so fast? it's only been three days!
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Triple period chem tutorial today wasn't that bad after all. I was trying to study for the redox mcq test and simran was testing me on random oxidation numbers. haha! we have decided to look for a place we can call the cricket girls' place, like the hockey tables, soccer tables etc.
I really don't know what to blog about. I feel like writing a poem, but i don't have time to.
Lit is a fantastic subject. Recently, we did this piece of writing about 74 facts and one lie. It's a list of 74 facts, and one lie among those facts. The facts are about a lady writing about a man she knew very well, almost telepathic, but who didn't marry her. It was like "a twig snapping inside her" when she heard him say he couldn't live without his wife. If you guys want to read it, i won't tell you what the lie is yet. Go to the blog Ms Chia set up [which i've linked] and click on the link to the piece of writing.
Today, we had lit in the treehouse farthest away from the canteen. i witnessed something that really made an impact on me. i was thinking about it the whole day, and it really brought me down to earth. i guess you'd have already heard about the girl who collapsed while running?
i saw her, lying face down, before she was turned over.
i saw her, unconscious, with a whole group of people surrounding her.
i saw her, being shaken by her friends, while mr tan ran to the office and back.
i saw her, with teachers surrounding her, performing CPR on her.
i saw her, as did so many others, without knowing who she is.
i saw her friends crying and praying.
i saw her move slightly at last, after a few cycles of CPR.
and i breathed in.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Waves
Reply Tags:
may: excuse me, what self-accepted president?? i said i'll be forced to accept soon, not that i've already accepted okay..
michee: oh yea..may's the original pres. i love you too, but i have NOT accepted presidency! haha. and hello, i always enjoy my runs okay, unlike you slackers who never do =P
jx: haha i'm still with you! anti-michelle's-law club, man..
may: of course i love you too!! but it's 'shreya' not sherya hahahaha!
raghav: haha you're welcome!
jx: haha i love all of you equally. and yes! cheers to the original [and possibly the most accepted] fanclub!
may: LOL you and your accusations. i love you just as much =]
mia: yea..haha! whoever wrote it kinda got all distressed towards the end. the Big 2 already eh.
michee: i love all of you the same! hahaha. and there always was an anti-michelle's-law campaign! ha! =D
jx: hahahaha LOL how many times do i have to say i love you guys equally? you know, if i support double h's fanclub then you'll kill me and if i don't, michee and may will kill me. so i decline to comment =] and long live anti-michelle's-law club!
may: i'm more loyal than you are cos i'm neutral, which means i love you michee and jx, while you only love michee haha!
subra: isn't it? haha.
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michee's my new accomplice! haha. and simran's my funner-in-crime!
cross country was terrible. but shakura's position is 50+! she's super amazing.
lessons are getting faster now. and i hope i can manage my CCAs well.
sometimes i feel crippled. like when people just expect me to know and be able to do some things i don't or can't. have you ever had that feeling? it's worse than the feeling of knowing you can do something people think you can't.
IP3 camp groupings are out! i realised i've never really talked to the people in my group. guess it's a good chance to know them better. i'm really looking forward to this camp, especially the night walk! and also because this is probably the last time the whole cohort is going somewhere together, and it's a pity some people can't make it.
have i mentioned that i love s43 to bits? i do. i love s43 just as much as i love v14. and that's a lot.
i realise that nowadays i don't post poems any more. maybe it's because i don't have the time to, and maybe because i'm running outta ideas. the things i post about nowadays are definitely more down-to-earth, i think, but i realise that the things i mention or talk about are so disjointed. it's like i'm just typing out everything that comes into my head at the moment. it makes the whole post seem like a mess. i don't think i mind, though.
it as raining in school yesterday evening. i wish i could have stood in the rain, but i was going to SAJC after the IP3 briefing to watch an indian dance, song and fashion competition. i like rainy days, especially if im not carrying anything with me and can get wet.
shakura once asked me what super power i would choose to have if i were given the chance, she said she would choose to be able to stop time. i said i would like to read people's minds. but i take that back now. all those thoughts would be too much for one person to handle and people would feel like i'm intruding on their privacy, but being able to stop time would really be interesting.
just think about it.
may: excuse me, what self-accepted president?? i said i'll be forced to accept soon, not that i've already accepted okay..
michee: oh yea..may's the original pres. i love you too, but i have NOT accepted presidency! haha. and hello, i always enjoy my runs okay, unlike you slackers who never do =P
jx: haha i'm still with you! anti-michelle's-law club, man..
may: of course i love you too!! but it's 'shreya' not sherya hahahaha!
raghav: haha you're welcome!
jx: haha i love all of you equally. and yes! cheers to the original [and possibly the most accepted] fanclub!
may: LOL you and your accusations. i love you just as much =]
mia: yea..haha! whoever wrote it kinda got all distressed towards the end. the Big 2 already eh.
michee: i love all of you the same! hahaha. and there always was an anti-michelle's-law campaign! ha! =D
jx: hahahaha LOL how many times do i have to say i love you guys equally? you know, if i support double h's fanclub then you'll kill me and if i don't, michee and may will kill me. so i decline to comment =] and long live anti-michelle's-law club!
may: i'm more loyal than you are cos i'm neutral, which means i love you michee and jx, while you only love michee haha!
subra: isn't it? haha.
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michee's my new accomplice! haha. and simran's my funner-in-crime!
cross country was terrible. but shakura's position is 50+! she's super amazing.
lessons are getting faster now. and i hope i can manage my CCAs well.
sometimes i feel crippled. like when people just expect me to know and be able to do some things i don't or can't. have you ever had that feeling? it's worse than the feeling of knowing you can do something people think you can't.
IP3 camp groupings are out! i realised i've never really talked to the people in my group. guess it's a good chance to know them better. i'm really looking forward to this camp, especially the night walk! and also because this is probably the last time the whole cohort is going somewhere together, and it's a pity some people can't make it.
have i mentioned that i love s43 to bits? i do. i love s43 just as much as i love v14. and that's a lot.
i realise that nowadays i don't post poems any more. maybe it's because i don't have the time to, and maybe because i'm running outta ideas. the things i post about nowadays are definitely more down-to-earth, i think, but i realise that the things i mention or talk about are so disjointed. it's like i'm just typing out everything that comes into my head at the moment. it makes the whole post seem like a mess. i don't think i mind, though.
it as raining in school yesterday evening. i wish i could have stood in the rain, but i was going to SAJC after the IP3 briefing to watch an indian dance, song and fashion competition. i like rainy days, especially if im not carrying anything with me and can get wet.
shakura once asked me what super power i would choose to have if i were given the chance, she said she would choose to be able to stop time. i said i would like to read people's minds. but i take that back now. all those thoughts would be too much for one person to handle and people would feel like i'm intruding on their privacy, but being able to stop time would really be interesting.
just think about it.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Avoid the Bluffers!
As seen on a notice warning residents not to sell their property for less than what it's worth:
"The purpose of this notice is several uninformed owners have been cheated by unscrupulous property agents because many owners do not know how to calculate valuation. Value of property is derived from location, not how old the building. For a $ 1M condo unit, building cost is less than 20%. The main value is the land location, and East Coast land its sea view, minutes to Changi Airport, 8 minutes to Casino, 10 minutes to Orchard Road, with many good schools, is prime.
For example, you own a $ 1.5 M diamond but its box looks old fashion. Clever businessman engage a bunch of thieves to bluff you, buy from you at $0.8M, re-package and re-sell it for $ 2.0 M"
I was quite shocked when i read that, especially the second paragraph.
anyway, Happy Chinese New Year!
"when you think the world has turned it's back on you, take a look."
"The purpose of this notice is several uninformed owners have been cheated by unscrupulous property agents because many owners do not know how to calculate valuation. Value of property is derived from location, not how old the building. For a $ 1M condo unit, building cost is less than 20%. The main value is the land location, and East Coast land its sea view, minutes to Changi Airport, 8 minutes to Casino, 10 minutes to Orchard Road, with many good schools, is prime.
For example, you own a $ 1.5 M diamond but its box looks old fashion. Clever businessman engage a bunch of thieves to bluff you, buy from you at $0.8M, re-package and re-sell it for $ 2.0 M"
I was quite shocked when i read that, especially the second paragraph.
anyway, Happy Chinese New Year!
"when you think the world has turned it's back on you, take a look."
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Trustworthy
Today was the first day I actually got people stuff for Valentine's Day. When i made a list of people to make cards for, it came to more than 60! I only started making them at 11.30pm yesterday, so i obviously couldnt finish all. i went to sleep at 1.30am and got up at 4.30 to finish as much as i could [which wasnt much, only about 20 cards] and now i'm gonna try finish the rest.
The ICS guys made my day, they stayed up until 4am today to finish making the girls notes for today =] it's really sweet of them.
Thank you to everyone else as well, who gave me stuff today, especially henry, who gave me my belated birthday present today! haha.
Today was the CNY concert rehearsal, and i love the ICS guys for putting up such a good performance. The girls need to touch up, and today's practice was very productive. After practising, dhevy, akanksha, serena, amoudtha, sarvesh, reuban [and nivedh for a while] were sitting and talking about so much stuff. Secrets and rumours spread so easily.
Anyway, Happy Friendship Day to everyone, ALL THE BEST TO THE CRICKET GUYS FOR THEIR TOURNAMENT! and raghav, if you're reading this, all the best, for everything! haha.
The ICS guys made my day, they stayed up until 4am today to finish making the girls notes for today =] it's really sweet of them.
Thank you to everyone else as well, who gave me stuff today, especially henry, who gave me my belated birthday present today! haha.
Today was the CNY concert rehearsal, and i love the ICS guys for putting up such a good performance. The girls need to touch up, and today's practice was very productive. After practising, dhevy, akanksha, serena, amoudtha, sarvesh, reuban [and nivedh for a while] were sitting and talking about so much stuff. Secrets and rumours spread so easily.
Anyway, Happy Friendship Day to everyone, ALL THE BEST TO THE CRICKET GUYS FOR THEIR TOURNAMENT! and raghav, if you're reading this, all the best, for everything! haha.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
you make me catch my breath.
i had a nice long post about so many things, and the whole thing disappeared when i was FORCED to switch to the new version of blogger! ah well. kinda tired. next time =]
Friday, February 02, 2007
shake, shake it, shake it
Clayton says i should think hard before making any decisions.
Michelle and Sha say i should go for it.
Henry says i stress myself too much.
hmm..
This week passed so fast, i was shocked when it was Friday already. I'm behind in my work, [quite badly] and there are chem and physics tests next week.
But apart from the nagging feeling incomplete work always gives, school's been good. Today, i got myself into the koi pond. Voluntarily, not because i was dunked. Yesterday, laura and i walked around the outermost track foot by foot, counting the number of feet it takes to complete the round. Yesterday and today, laura, michelle and i counted the number of tiles in the canteen.
Think House Comm.
I just hope i'm making the right decision.
Today, after school, michelle, jia xin, may and i went to the treehouse to see zonghe play hockey. We were calling out to him from to treehouse to say hi whenever he passed, till the poor guy got kinda embarrassed.
then, the ICS gang [at least the tamil part of it] went to NJ to support the debate team for the first round of debate, against RJ. We won =] and we're up against NJ next.
i don't know what to say. it's one of those mind blocks again. i know i want to say something but i dont know what it is. but im sure ill remember once i shut down the com.
Michelle and Sha say i should go for it.
Henry says i stress myself too much.
hmm..
This week passed so fast, i was shocked when it was Friday already. I'm behind in my work, [quite badly] and there are chem and physics tests next week.
But apart from the nagging feeling incomplete work always gives, school's been good. Today, i got myself into the koi pond. Voluntarily, not because i was dunked. Yesterday, laura and i walked around the outermost track foot by foot, counting the number of feet it takes to complete the round. Yesterday and today, laura, michelle and i counted the number of tiles in the canteen.
Think House Comm.
I just hope i'm making the right decision.
Today, after school, michelle, jia xin, may and i went to the treehouse to see zonghe play hockey. We were calling out to him from to treehouse to say hi whenever he passed, till the poor guy got kinda embarrassed.
then, the ICS gang [at least the tamil part of it] went to NJ to support the debate team for the first round of debate, against RJ. We won =] and we're up against NJ next.
i don't know what to say. it's one of those mind blocks again. i know i want to say something but i dont know what it is. but im sure ill remember once i shut down the com.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Worth Fighting For.
It's been an eventful week. Last thursday, we played captain's ball in the hall after we finished pe early, and that was damn fun. I saw Dhevy's twin brother later in the day. Yesterday, we had our first cricket training of the year. It didn't go like i'd wanted it to, but i guess it wasn't too bad, except for the ache in my right shoulder muscle and legs. [actually, that means we played a lot, which is good.] This, year, we ain't gonna be just a slack CCA. This year, we fight and win. Or have fun trying to. After cricket, i went for violin rehearsal at my music school in Serangoon road. so now my shoulder blade's aching real bad.
ICS is so happening this year. During a three-period break some day this week, michelle and i were in the canteen, and soon we were joined by dhevy, amoudtha, akanksha, simran and serena, which was very nice 'cos we were all from diferent levels, IP2, IP3, JC1 and JC2. And there's a dance practice tomorrow at serena's house. See? We're really involved this year. Nothing's confirmed yet, but we just may register for MusicFest as well.
Today was a fun day. After going to my music school [again] i went to chinatown to meet shakura, olivia and rachel for dinner at a really cool vegetarian restaurant, whatever. yea, that's the name of the restaurant. shakura was teaching us some games that were so typical of her we named one of them the shakura game. haha!
you guys probably won't read this, but thanks for your gifts and for treating me. thank you once again to everyone who made me feel like i'm really 17.
i wanna join some other CCA in addition to the two i'm in now. any suggestions, people?
sometimes i regret not even trying out for SC. but other times i feel i won't have time for anything else if i'm in SC, like cricket, which i will never compromise. but i'm definitely going to try out during the OGL selections.
what do you think of this template?
ICS is so happening this year. During a three-period break some day this week, michelle and i were in the canteen, and soon we were joined by dhevy, amoudtha, akanksha, simran and serena, which was very nice 'cos we were all from diferent levels, IP2, IP3, JC1 and JC2. And there's a dance practice tomorrow at serena's house. See? We're really involved this year. Nothing's confirmed yet, but we just may register for MusicFest as well.
Today was a fun day. After going to my music school [again] i went to chinatown to meet shakura, olivia and rachel for dinner at a really cool vegetarian restaurant, whatever. yea, that's the name of the restaurant. shakura was teaching us some games that were so typical of her we named one of them the shakura game. haha!
you guys probably won't read this, but thanks for your gifts and for treating me. thank you once again to everyone who made me feel like i'm really 17.
i wanna join some other CCA in addition to the two i'm in now. any suggestions, people?
sometimes i regret not even trying out for SC. but other times i feel i won't have time for anything else if i'm in SC, like cricket, which i will never compromise. but i'm definitely going to try out during the OGL selections.
what do you think of this template?
Friday, January 26, 2007
Perspective.
you know the way some books describe how beautiful autumns are? how soft and white snow is? how beatiful spring dawns and dusks are? how green summer fields are?
sometimes i wonder, just how orange and yellow and pretty are those leaves? how fun is building snowmen? how breathtaking is the appearance and disappearance of the sun? and just how green are those grassy expanses?
the sunrise and sunset i see everyday from my house windows are different. and they look different when i'm at the beach. so they've got to look different in other places. someday i wanna explore, and see these sights books always tempt me with.
someday.
sometimes i wonder, just how orange and yellow and pretty are those leaves? how fun is building snowmen? how breathtaking is the appearance and disappearance of the sun? and just how green are those grassy expanses?
the sunrise and sunset i see everyday from my house windows are different. and they look different when i'm at the beach. so they've got to look different in other places. someday i wanna explore, and see these sights books always tempt me with.
someday.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Feel no different.
Dear
mia, shylu, shalini, shakura, olivia, dhevy, nive, eileen, diane, pearlyn, audrey, ser en, subra, simran, prema, reema, akanksha, serena, may, jia xin, michelle and preeti,
thank you all for your wishes. you're all wonderful people.
I decided to stop french and take lit instead. it's really sad, and i' already starting to miss french.
and give shakura your support for SC, y'all!
mia, shylu, shalini, shakura, olivia, dhevy, nive, eileen, diane, pearlyn, audrey, ser en, subra, simran, prema, reema, akanksha, serena, may, jia xin, michelle and preeti,
thank you all for your wishes. you're all wonderful people.
I decided to stop french and take lit instead. it's really sad, and i' already starting to miss french.
and give shakura your support for SC, y'all!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Don't forget the prettier picture behind you.
Reply Tags:
Simran: oops you know i'm not going right? no time. pity.
Wilbur: Hmm it's a kinda feeling i get when i find something very familiar but can't remember what it is. perhaps a part of the brain can register these fast-passing thoughts and though memory can't recall them, they are there. I know they're there because sometimes i find something stangely familiar. this is kinda hard to explain and im sorry i cant explain it properly, but if you still aren't convinced i'll find another way to explain. =]
TC: I mean, change it from tc to something else. haha. well i think we're having a spell of sunshine now. u should like, encourage the girls in your school to start a girls' team! hahaha.
Cleaven: haha yup. whenever you and wilbur talk on a tagboard it's almost always something science-y. and it's nice having you as a classmate!
So much has been going on, and CCAs are starting to pressurise now. thank goodness for a great class, to help teach you your tutorial questions and suggest the wackiest class outings, and to play games in lessons!
So it's french tomorrow, OG outing on thurs and OG BBQ and ICS gathering on friday. I think i'm gonna join Writers' Circle, and Diane and i are joining inter-house Captain's ball. There's so much to do, so much to remember, so many birthdays it would be a crime to forget, and school work to catch up with as well. I hope i can still manage after PW starts, KI reserach starts and work gets heavier.
I'm gonna change this skin soon. it gets boring after a while, doesn't it?
Simran: oops you know i'm not going right? no time. pity.
Wilbur: Hmm it's a kinda feeling i get when i find something very familiar but can't remember what it is. perhaps a part of the brain can register these fast-passing thoughts and though memory can't recall them, they are there. I know they're there because sometimes i find something stangely familiar. this is kinda hard to explain and im sorry i cant explain it properly, but if you still aren't convinced i'll find another way to explain. =]
TC: I mean, change it from tc to something else. haha. well i think we're having a spell of sunshine now. u should like, encourage the girls in your school to start a girls' team! hahaha.
Cleaven: haha yup. whenever you and wilbur talk on a tagboard it's almost always something science-y. and it's nice having you as a classmate!
So much has been going on, and CCAs are starting to pressurise now. thank goodness for a great class, to help teach you your tutorial questions and suggest the wackiest class outings, and to play games in lessons!
So it's french tomorrow, OG outing on thurs and OG BBQ and ICS gathering on friday. I think i'm gonna join Writers' Circle, and Diane and i are joining inter-house Captain's ball. There's so much to do, so much to remember, so many birthdays it would be a crime to forget, and school work to catch up with as well. I hope i can still manage after PW starts, KI reserach starts and work gets heavier.
I'm gonna change this skin soon. it gets boring after a while, doesn't it?
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Essence of Survival
"Every morning in Africa a deer wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest deer or it will starve to death. It doesn't matter if you are a lion or a deer. When the sun comes up you better be running."
-As seen on a bookmark.
School's been good so far, despite not having a classroom and having a wierd timetable. There are lots of things going on though, which makes things very confusing. I'm missing many people already, but my new class makes up for that. We are, i'd like to say, very interesting people. So's our senior class.
Do you sometimes get the feeling that you want to say something but don't know what it is, or how to say it? I call these feelings thoughtlets because i think they arise when a thought passes through my head too quick to be remembered, but long enough to make an impression. Sometimes I transfer these thoughtlets into poetic form because this form revolves around an idea, but doesn't exactly reveal the idea, which is exactly how it feels to have a thoughtlet.
On a side-note, i like my shoes very much. They're white and blue aasics shoes, and i like them because they've been with me up Mount Fuji, into the mangrove swamp, and are very comfortable indeed. AND they're really durable, considering this is the third year of my using them, and that i wear my shoes out very fast.
I've got PE tomorrow, and I hope we do more than just run. Not that I mind running. Hey, i've just come back to the same topic i started out with. Guess i'd better start jogging then. I'll have to jog before i can run.
-As seen on a bookmark.
School's been good so far, despite not having a classroom and having a wierd timetable. There are lots of things going on though, which makes things very confusing. I'm missing many people already, but my new class makes up for that. We are, i'd like to say, very interesting people. So's our senior class.
Do you sometimes get the feeling that you want to say something but don't know what it is, or how to say it? I call these feelings thoughtlets because i think they arise when a thought passes through my head too quick to be remembered, but long enough to make an impression. Sometimes I transfer these thoughtlets into poetic form because this form revolves around an idea, but doesn't exactly reveal the idea, which is exactly how it feels to have a thoughtlet.
On a side-note, i like my shoes very much. They're white and blue aasics shoes, and i like them because they've been with me up Mount Fuji, into the mangrove swamp, and are very comfortable indeed. AND they're really durable, considering this is the third year of my using them, and that i wear my shoes out very fast.
I've got PE tomorrow, and I hope we do more than just run. Not that I mind running. Hey, i've just come back to the same topic i started out with. Guess i'd better start jogging then. I'll have to jog before i can run.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
I may be a grave man yet.
So it's 2007 already. I can't imagine a CT starting with 07_ _ _. I still don't feel like the people in orientation are our age. I keep forgetting i'm not younger than them. But otherwise, orientation is good. Maybe it's some kinda barrier between me and others, maybe it's just some kinda starting problem; this orientation doesn't have the feel Orientation '05 had. Things got better today though, after we managed to dunk three of our four OGLs. I still haven't gotten outta the IP mentality. Today when i heard that tomorrow we would meet our Ct groups, i was thinking that we would have free time 'cos we already have CT groups. I was jolted again when people in my OG were asking me what I wanted to do University. They seem so focused, but i haven't given it much thought.
So, tomorrow we'll know our new classes. My OG mates are nice, and I hope my class is too. Today [2nd day of orientation] was fun, partly because I was involved in the CCA walkabout and also because we did mass dances =] I left the hall at 11.30 or so, before Friendship Dance. I don't regret missing that, it's Neutron I wish i could have stayed on for.
VJ seems to be full of people I know this year. Everywhere i turn, there's a familiar face and i'm glad my primary school friends remember me and i them. When I was P3, i had a Canadian classmate named Allison. She migrated after that, but we saw each other today. It's good we still remember each other after 8 years. She used to call me "Cheryl", because she couldn't pronounce my name, and today she asked if i was Cheryl Gopi. =D I said "Shreya Gopi", but she seemed a bit unsure after that, so i left her with the impression that my name is Cheryl, because she's more comfortable with it.
I've got more to say, but things always sound funny and formal when i put them down in words. This is why i hardly ever blog about what i did or what i think about an event. Even as i reread what i've typed, i feel like deleting everything. It's a good thing my fingers don't act on such sudden impulses.
Oh, and Happy Birthday to Subra! Have a great year ahead =]
Nowadays i don't feel like studying anymore. Not that i've ever studied to death before, but suddenly I feel rundown. I hope it's a passing flattener.
I shall stop here before I'm embarrassed the next time i read this. Cheers to a great IP3 and IP4 or JC1 and Jc2 or whatever else we're known as now.
So, tomorrow we'll know our new classes. My OG mates are nice, and I hope my class is too. Today [2nd day of orientation] was fun, partly because I was involved in the CCA walkabout and also because we did mass dances =] I left the hall at 11.30 or so, before Friendship Dance. I don't regret missing that, it's Neutron I wish i could have stayed on for.
VJ seems to be full of people I know this year. Everywhere i turn, there's a familiar face and i'm glad my primary school friends remember me and i them. When I was P3, i had a Canadian classmate named Allison. She migrated after that, but we saw each other today. It's good we still remember each other after 8 years. She used to call me "Cheryl", because she couldn't pronounce my name, and today she asked if i was Cheryl Gopi. =D I said "Shreya Gopi", but she seemed a bit unsure after that, so i left her with the impression that my name is Cheryl, because she's more comfortable with it.
I've got more to say, but things always sound funny and formal when i put them down in words. This is why i hardly ever blog about what i did or what i think about an event. Even as i reread what i've typed, i feel like deleting everything. It's a good thing my fingers don't act on such sudden impulses.
Oh, and Happy Birthday to Subra! Have a great year ahead =]
Nowadays i don't feel like studying anymore. Not that i've ever studied to death before, but suddenly I feel rundown. I hope it's a passing flattener.
I shall stop here before I'm embarrassed the next time i read this. Cheers to a great IP3 and IP4 or JC1 and Jc2 or whatever else we're known as now.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Vertigo
Halfway across the tightrope, and i had to look down.
I'm back. Just returned yesterday.
reply tags:
ganesh: thanks for your friendship! ah shucks you should have been at prom. but nevermind, there's always SDD =]
simran: haha you know now.
amelia: hey there! yep t'was great and i'll reply later on your blog!
subra: yes i did, thanks!
chunhan: haha ok =] yea thank goodness for photographs!
simran: hahaha yea that's sweet, thanks!
dhevy: thanks dearie! the attempt wasnt lame and yes i'll miss not having lessons with you too! maybe i'll quit french and join tamil lit if the distance from bishan tires me too much.
simran: i'm back!
dw: you're welcome!
I'm scared. I dunno what to expect next year. And i haven't heard from my ogl, which means i dunno what og i'm in and what's happening at all. Shoot.
I'm back. Just returned yesterday.
reply tags:
ganesh: thanks for your friendship! ah shucks you should have been at prom. but nevermind, there's always SDD =]
simran: haha you know now.
amelia: hey there! yep t'was great and i'll reply later on your blog!
subra: yes i did, thanks!
chunhan: haha ok =] yea thank goodness for photographs!
simran: hahaha yea that's sweet, thanks!
dhevy: thanks dearie! the attempt wasnt lame and yes i'll miss not having lessons with you too! maybe i'll quit french and join tamil lit if the distance from bishan tires me too much.
simran: i'm back!
dw: you're welcome!
I'm scared. I dunno what to expect next year. And i haven't heard from my ogl, which means i dunno what og i'm in and what's happening at all. Shoot.
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