Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

plugin&play If you read, you will judge. the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return
My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Wednesday, February 25, 2009, 8:54 PM Friday i'm in love Today was the cross country run held by acjc at Bishan Park. Honestly first of all, why even call it a cross country?? What country are you even crossing? North to South Bishan park? Pfft. My run was completed way before anyone else cos it was a whopping distance of over 3 metres, from the relief tent to the middle of the grass field. Well done me. But that's not the miraculous thing of the day, we were sposed to run a total of 3.9km. Pfft. All of us barely made it 3.9m before lightning started flashing and thunder sent girls screaming, followed very shortly by this quite hilarious large sheet of rain we could see travelling toward us. Naturally, being idiots, everyone ran for it, very much like how a traveling sand storm would send villages running from it. Me, who can barely outrun a dying tortoise, let alone rain, decided to just walk along with liankim and vinesh and wait for the rain to hit us, cos like me, they had the theory that running from the rain was as good as trying to fly with an iron rod. So naturally, mass hoards of students got completely drenched by the rain, it felt more like a cross country swim than a run. T'was quite hilarious to see people trying to hide from the rain by squeezing into tiny tiny rest tents and even scavenging any kind of canvas material to shelter themselves with. Thankfully, i made it out of this nonsense alive with minimal damage, my phone was lagging slightly from the water it had taken in during the swim, but i hit it a few times and it came back to life. Liankim, vinesh and i took refuge in a nearby toilet rest till the rain got small enough for us to return to the start point where our bags had been shifted to the HDB houses void deck to keep try. That apparently didn't work cos 98% of our bags were wet, the only part dry was probably the pens in my pencil box which had not gotten wet. Unfortunately, my pencil box is drenched. I can squeeze the water from my bag and have enough water to feed a dying part of Africa for at least 2 weeks. Tsk. I don't know why nobody saw this coming, i mean hasn't anyone heard of weather forecast?? Maybe going to www.singaporeweatherforecast.com would've saved everyone the trouble of turning into a stampeed. Pfft. Went for dinner with marshall, archa, pris, shafiq, robyn and freddy after that at fish and co. Then cabbed home dropping pris off on the way. The dinnertable was filled with ridiculously weird inside jokes made by us, anyone listening would probably non consider us accepted in normal society's standards. The people of fish and co probably hate us now too. The rain's made everything cold and calming, i cannot stress how much i love the rain. It just releases this part of me that's anything but negative if that made sense. Y'know what sucks? I've got PE tomorrow in the afternoon for an hour and a half and taf club after that for another 2 hours. Seriously, PE department, not very beneficial to life. I'll prolly fake a cold, or a back ache, or a heart attack, all at once if i'm feeling lucky. Tsk. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Monday, February 23, 2009, 8:18 PM I did it for you [EDIT] I stare, your words cascade into my ears like endless rain into a papercup, I quiz, your answers fall like leaves to embrace the cold ground, dry, crushing, heartless Ground. I know, you don't mean it, you never do. You're sorry? I am too. I crumble, but you don't see, You never do. I wander, the streets welcome no one, i throw onto the ground, the bottle spills gin I call, to ask if you're alright, but you're safe, cos you're with him, I thirst, do you wanna go for a drink somewhere? I could meet you one of these nights if you like. You never do. I listen, he tells, the beating in my chest seem to weaken with each word, almost wavering oblivion, I notice, the both of you've been getting along well, you like him? You can tell me it's ok, you can trust me. You never do. I hope, i'll see you soon, how soon can soon get? I just want it to be now. I walk, my bag drags my shoulders, I look, You and Him, I sit, i wait, I watch, i fade [End of Edit] This is going to be extremely pointless. There are over 3000 students in acjc (i think?) and i supposed half of that consists of the J1s. Out of all these, only 6 men are worthy. Only 6 men hold the right. Only 6 men have the or lack thereof the honour of saying that they take Chinese Language B. And that's literally it. There are only 6 people in my CLB class, and all of them are guys. No one else's chinese is as bad as the 6 of us. I don't know but does anyone else feel pathetic for me? Pfft. It rained today. I really love the rain, always have since i was born. There's something magical about the feel of droplets of water falling from the sky like bullets whipping through thin air at a thousand miles per hour and slapping us hard on our heads, engulfing us like flames do a dying woodblock. I'm feeling rather skeptically cynical, is that even possible? PE tomorrow. Tsk. Bloody PE. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Sunday, February 22, 2009, 12:02 PM I'll stop the world and melt with you So it's been awhile since my last post, and i promise to post more when i've got more time. But i get home around 10-11 every day cos im so busy with nonsense and i've been so tired when i get back i just fall onto my bed and go straight into a coma. Went to watch a play at the NUS cultural centre on thursday night with pris, sivvy and marshal cos pris' sister was doing props for the play. I swear, the play was total rubbish. The props, lights and sound was fantastic. But everything else was just bullocks. The director and script writer deserve to be assassinated. Even pris and pris' sister think so. Heck, i think everyone in the audience thought so. We spent the entire play laughing at everything they did, not cos it was funny, but because it was so bad that it made it funny. The plot was total crap, i mean honestly, it was about this girl who has dreams about a knight who tells her stories. The end. I shit you not. And they don't even speak proper english. This is an excerpt from the script that they so terribly displayed. Dickweed 1: Aiyaaa change game can, this one so lame lor, your joke also how lame can, wah lao eh, so irritating lor. Dickweed 2: aiyaaa nevermind la nevermind, still can play one, that one also not funny can. I swear, i felt like sticking forks into my windpipe to stop my breathing and cease my life. When the curtains finally closed to mark the end of the unfortunate event, the joy that surged through my veins was the same as that time when i hadn't eaten for 14 hours and finally was allowed access to a buffet table. But it was fun in the end, i hadn't laughed so much in a while. We got our timetables on friday and it's so filled with acronyms and secret codes that you'd think it came from a WW2 secret agency department. For example, tomorrow, at 1130 am, i've got 1EN203A2.03AC. What the hell is that sposed to mean? I'd love to for class, but unfortunately, i don't know what the class is. Apparently it's Literature. Why can't they just write literature? Its so much easier to type than 1EN203A2.03AC. Pfft. Had to sit for some stupid english MOE test thing on friday afternoon which was a total waste of my time. It was so pointless, that when they asked me to write a summary, i wrote "Dear examiner, my sincerest apologies but it's been awhile since i last wrote a proper comprehension summary, as a result, i have forgotten how to do a proper one, so as to not embarrass myself, i shall not try." I shit you not. I had half the mind to put my name as Willy Wonka but i figured they'd suspect something. Went for dinner with Grace afetr that at essential brew at holland v. I swear i love that place, the atmosphere is always so awesome. We then spent the rest of the night wandering around holland v and its outskirts, window shopped at closed italian restaurants and bakeries and wandered into rows and rows of houses where we played with all the stray dogs and cats we could find, singing songs and listening to nice romantic music pfft. Left the place at close to midnight. Had rehearsal yesterday and some acsian theatre dramazing race thing which was really quite fun. Rehearsal ended at 2 where it was raining like hell, everyone waited for the rain to stop before leaving for home to prepare for the evening's play at the victoria theatre. Me, pris, istillah, mel, michelle and john live too far away to be bothered to go all the way back, so we stayed in school instead. Hannah called me down for her IS rehearsal at 8 in the morning. I bought her a huge box of reese's puff cereal cos i know she loves reese's. And it was the last box on the cold storage shelf so i thought what the heck. That box of heaven was shared, oogled, hugged, sniffed and passed around the entire acsian theatre with everyone falling in love with it. No one, however, can be a bigger fan of reese's than Sam. Upon seeing the bag of reese's puffs, he swooped down and snatched it from Hannah's hands and hobbled to a chair where he bewilderedly snatched handfuls of it and shoved it into his mouth. Very much like how gollum did with the ring in lord of the rings. Satisfied Sam then went to sleep on the bench and we safely took the bag of reese's out of his hands. Showered and changed in school (john lent me his towel and soaps,) and cabbed to city hall with pris and istillah to meet sivvy, michelle, archa, ken, bryant and thara. Had dinner at the esplanade and walked to the victoria concert hall where we reunited with our seniors to watch the importance of being ernest. And it was absolutely brilliant. One of the best plays ive ever seen. Very entertaining and funny and the actors really gave it their all. Nathan hartono and becky slept like a log throughout most of the play. pfft. Went to macs with pris and all after that for supper. We left at 20 minutes to midnight to catch the last train home. But we missed it. So we had to all cab back pfft. Pictures. hannah! Sam sleeps. Im surprised he didn't eat the box too. I swear pris you look like you're 12. Mel and michelle. I don't even know who took this shot. Aww Sad Hannah Hartono's emoness. Ele! hannah! I didn't notice Nathan in the background till now. pfft. I'm sorry if this blog lags your computer. I need to stop posting hundreds of photos. Pfft. I'm hungry, food is what i'm going to find. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao Wednesday, February 18, 2009, 9:15 PM You make me feel like im at home again Arts night was amazing. The energy from the crowd was overwhelming. Our piece went exactly as planned, except for the issue of the mic volumes, archa's mic and mine were a bit louder than sivvy and pris', so our harmony wasn't exactly as great as it should've been. The other performances were incredible too, i particularly liked marcus and xueyi's ones. they're both such amazingly good vocalists and their take on lucky was superb. Went completely high at the last performance by blueslip who played sweet child of mine and misery business. Hannah and i dragged people to the front and started moshing. Pfft. Incredibly, Liz managed to find her way to my school and make it only half an hour late for arts night, she brought a friend along so i guess that extra brain helped navigation. Thanks for coming down though Liz. Me loves you. Lijia showed up too with this really nice rose which somehow hasn't begun wilting yet. Grace showed up too which was really awesome of her! Thanks so much for coming graceee! Loves. <3 And of course thanks to my OG and all the acsian theatrettes who showed up. John becky and lian's performance was absolutely amazing too. I know i've used the word amazing quite an unnecessary amount of times now, but the word just sums up everything. Went for dinner at holland after that with pris, sivvy, archa, ken, bryant, tim and the rest. Subway had just closed so that was depressing, we settled for burger king instead cos that seemed to be the only decent non sleezy looking eatery in the area. My very annoyed angry mother fetched me home after that. We all got our classes today, me sivvy archa ken and tim are in the same class, 1aa1. But pris bryant and thara aren't. Dammit. ACJC's making me attend their TAF club, they're calling it active club to make it sound less demoralizing. Pfft. Active club or whatever its called, i stand by the fact that its ridiculous torture, and it doesnt help that the head of the whole thing is a unreasonable gender confused mole rat. So they make us run rounds around the school from 4-6. Which is a ridiculously inconvenient timing. I mean honestly, if they want me to lose weight, at least be less intimidating and anal about it, like making us go to the gym at our own time and pace? Stupid physically fit buggers. I don't know, but i have this extreme hate against PE departments. Is it just me or has anyone noticed that the PE department is full of stuck up arrogant hedonistic machievillienists? They're always the ones who go around in tight shorts with extremely judgmental minds being anal about every little thing and hating anyone who's having fun with life. I swear, PE teachers were put on this earth to make the world a darker more sadistic place. I mean honestly, give me a lighter and bottles of gasoline and i will set that department on fire. Accidentally. askjdhsjkfdls;jfld;jls. I'm sorry, they just piss the everything out of me. To them it's all about discipline,order, physical fitness and health. Jeez go fly a kite or something you know? But i guess i should look to this whole thing as something beneficial for me and pick out good points about it cos that would be the mature thing to do. But unfortunately, there is no freaking good points whatsoever about this, seriously, i'd rather you make me go do my own workout than to a mass de-moralization of chubby students. If they enjoy seeing little innocent people getting tortured then i suggest they get themselves a screensaver of a hamster running in a hamster wheel and stare at that instead, commanding to quicken or to slow down the pace whenever applicable. Tsk. Pictures. Grace and liz :D I'll go rest now before i get even more ticked off by the shit department. 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