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Dearest

Mia, Mum&Dad, Dhevy, Karthick, Sneha, Subra, Raghav, Shalini, Amoudtha, Shanti, Simran, Michelle, Vaishali, Saranya, Pushpa, Thiru, Jia Xin, May, Anushiya, Lincon, Sakthish, Jagraj, Abhishek, Gautam, Shakura, Diane, Ser En, Pearlyn, Beatrice, Olivia, Aditya, Akanksha, Eirene, Jia Yi, Aruna, Eugene, Margaret, Michelle Zhuang, Nazri, Wan Sing, Yee Ling, Reema, Laura, Jared, Anthony, Zong He, Hian Huat, Daniel, Pin Rui, Cleaven, Sharadha Aunty, Fresh-juice-stall-Uncle, Auntie Daphne and 07S43 again for today at the beach,

Thank you so much! Your wishes and everything else mean the world to me! =]

Quality.

Wilbur says it's impossible for someone not to have hated a person, and that everyone's guilty of it.

That sounds like an over-generalisation.

I think it's impossible to completely hate a person, if you think rationally and aren't biased or prejudiced. Even if you hate something [like a particular quality] in someone, I think it's impossible to hate that person completely, by which I mean that there always is something to like in any given person. Also, I believe it is possible not to hate anyone at all, not even a certain quality. It may be possible not to be affected by others at all, in which case, it is possible not to have hated at all. Don't scoff, just think about it.

In fact, I think that it is impossible for a person not to have a likeable or admirable quality. I'm undecided as to whether everyone has a quality that others dislike, though.

These of course, are personal opinions. =]

Friend for life.

(This is about an entirely fictitious character.)

There you go, dancing into the distance,
You've fenced yourself away from me.
Your badge of honour puts me down,
Your eyes, they do not see.

Don't the ropes of friendship that bind me to you
Bind you to me as well?
Why is it that I struggle behind,
Though you didn't look around when I fell?

You might be dancing into the distance now,
But I would not now know.
I'm turning my back, walking away,
You're still as cold as snow.

Maybe someday, you'll turn around
And find that no one's there.
Maybe someday you'll call to me,
And assume that I will care.

I'm still your friend, a true friend,
So don't you ever fret.
I'll forgive, if that power rests with me,
But I'll never ever forget.

First week back.

Okay, first half-week back, if you're particular. =)



It was great seeing you people again after so long.. And it's gonna be tough getting back into school mode, what with people shoving deadlines in your face and all already, but being with this bunch of people just makes up for it all. And while we miss our seniors terribly, the juniors seem pretty interesting. It feels strange being a senior for the first time in six years. It's a bit daunting, having people told to look up at you, and not having seniors to back you up. I guess we'll get used to it soon enough.



I finally got the high-definition video for my all-time favourite song! No, not just because it's one of our mass dance songs. I loved it the moment i first heard it, before joining VJ. A big thank you to Bern, for giving it to me!

I can't wait for school. Really.

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.

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!

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.

"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.