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Friday, April 25, 2008, 9:54 PM
9 in the afternoon
Sorry i keep putting this, its just that blogger keeps being a bitch to me and i cant post properly,so i have to re-do posts all the time. Audre: BrigitteBrigitteBrigitteBrigitteBrigitte. haha ok i got it! :D yea was great seeing ya! hahaha yea isnt it cool. I wanted to make him shades too. :p gah i cant come tomorrow, i got we will rock you! :( Derek: yea hes a total retard. pfft. :p Munky: GASP! Shhhhh! Dont say it! ahhh! hahaha i dunno, im quite scared of that fella. Liz: Demon child. Demon child! Thanks for flooding my tagboard idiot! nyeh nyeh you ARE mean! hmph. :D Amraesh: they are weiiiiirrrrdddoooooos. hahaha Kat: yeaa! Everything there's all soya beany. haha Jiyin: haha aww we'll go on a picnic in the june holls k! I promise. (L) Alright so English went pretty awesome. I kinda like the compo i wrote. The topic was on " write about a young person who wants to grow up fast" I tried to re-call every last word of my compo so i can post it up. Here it is. . . He sat on the tiny park bench, he watched as all the grown ups pass by, the hustle and bustle of big city life. Cleanly shaven men in sharp crisp suits with briefcases, heavily made up women in worksuits with a cellphone in hand, discussing appointments with business partners, it was so exciting! Oh how he wished he could be a grown up.He wanted to experience everything the grown ups did. He never found it fair. He looked at life that way. "Patience Alfred, in time you will." His mother would tell him. His gaze shifted around the kelaidascope of people before him, trying to spot someone. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw her. She skipped merrily down the cobblestoned pavement and planted herself right next to him. "Morning Sarah" he chirped. She smiled and replied him in an equally chirpy manner, soon they were engaged in a converation that seemed to radiate with chirps. His heart beat faster everytime he saw her., an uncontrolable sweat would take over his palms and a light headedness would rock his head. He wasnt sure what this feeling was called, but he had watched a grown up movie on HBO before where some guy was feeling the same way he was, they called it love. So he concluded that he was in love, it made him feel more grown up that way. He wanted to be a lawyer, and she, a doctor, not exactly the same paths, but they decided a while back that they would stick together no matter what. He felt quite happy about that. "Hey Sarah, when we get older, do ya think you'd wanna marry me?" he asked, not quite sure what just came out of him. She appeared stunned at first, then smiled, nodded, and promised she would. His heart beat faster than ever, his palms seemed to pour like rainclouds, and he would have collapsed on the spot there and then. One more thing to look forward to when i grow up! He thought, he pulled out his things-to-do-when-i-grow-up-list and scribbled down "Marry Sarah Cooper" in between "buy a suit" and "buy a cup of coffee". He was more excited than ever, so many things to do when he grew up, so many privelleges to enjoy, so many feelings to experience. Little did he know that growing up wasnt what he thought it would be. Many years down the road. He stepped out of his house, cleanly shaven in a sharp, crisp suit with a briefcase. That wide smile on his face was no longer there, replaced with a sad, fed up sulk that scared away all forms of life. Being a grown up was nothing like what he thought it would be. He had bills and taxes to pay, a job and a house to maintain, 2 hungry kids to feed, and a tombstone to visit every morning. He stepped out of his house and headed down to the central park cemetry, 27th row, 3rd grave to the right. He promised himself 7 years ago that he'd stop crying, but nothing could stop them from leaking. He looked down at the grave, and whispered, "Morning Sarah." His heart beat faster everytime he saw her, uncontrolable tears would pour from his eyes, and an acute pain would strike his head. It had been 7 years since cancer took her away, she meant the world to him, and now his world was gone. "Hey Sarah, i brought you a lil something." He bent down and placed a brilliant boquet of roses at her grave. Bells rang in his head, he remembered the day they walked down the isle, till death do we part. He looked down and closed his eyes and said a little prayer for her. "Sarah, ive gotta go, work calls, i'll be back here same time tomorrow, i'll bring Jenna and Lisa, im sure they miss their mom a lot." Now his tears really poured. " I...i love you, and i miss you babe." With that, he turned around and walked away. He sat on that tiny park bench every afternoon, he watched as all the little children ran around in the playgroud. It was so exciting. Boys in tight pants and oversized t-shirts throwing sand at each other, little girls in brightly coloured dresses running about with dolls in their hands, discussing tea parties with their best friends. Oh how he wished he could be a child. He wanted to experience all that innocence again, that wide smile on their faces that meant nothing was troubling them, everything was alright. Everything was alright. His only wish no matter how broken his life may be, was to turn back the hands of time, drag back every last second of his childhood, and grow up all over again. He looked at life that way. . . Hope you liked it. It was kinda inspired by the Joni Mitchell song, both sides now. I finished the english paper in 20 mins, so i had alot of time to kill. So i decided to come up with these drawings entitled" I am NOT in self denial" Theyre charictures of a few people i know. Enjoy. ![]() This is of my neighbour Travis. Ignore the exam paper headings. ![]() This is of my dad's friend who is so buff. He must be on steroids. ![]() This is of urm, well, me actually. ![]() This is my Lit teacher Ms Fong. Shes, odd. ![]() And this is Ernest. Baha. Theyre called i am NOT in self denial cos of their t-shirts, the stuff on the t-shirts are things that are true about them(or so i think so) that theyre in self denial in. if they say theyre not what i say they are, then they are in self-denial. Fantastic. Today i felt the strong urge to be creative or do something, if i didnt do something for like, 5 minutes, id feel like a total useless bum. I was doing maths earlier on, and i suddenly decided to draw keira knightly. ![]() if thats not random, i dunno what is. I should be studying, but im so sick of it. I need to not study. But see, i have been not studying. Ah forget it. Im not making sense. I dont anyone's making sense right now. Look what Liz just told me. ao says: haha You're exactly my brand of heroin says: i suddenly find violins super sexy pfft. Wonderful. ![]() There ya go. Go crazy. Alright, im gonna go back to my math now. Here i go. Wish me luck. Ao |
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