Where The Light Is

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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

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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	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		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want?		partnersincrime One day when i wake up and find the motive and time to link anybody, i'll let you know. backtoyesterday + You make me feel like im at home again + You smile as he whispers those words into your ear... + Dancing when the stars go blue + It's the same old hard candy + Come hit me up + Hold you this way + She paints me blue + Forget my broken promise that you'd never see me cry + Slow dancing in a burning room + Sun goes down in front of me wheni'mgone + April 2007 + May 2007 + June 2007 + July 2007 + August 2007 + September 2007 + October 2007 + November 2007 + December 2007 + January 2008 + February 2008 + March 2008 + April 2008 + May 2008 + June 2008 + July 2008 + August 2008 + September 2008 + October 2008 + November 2008 + December 2008 + January 2009 + February 2009 + March 2009 + April 2009 + May 2009 + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + November 2010 + December 2010 + January 2011 + February 2011 + March 2011 + April 2011 takeabow An accidentality production Inspiration from DancingSheep & BONBON:D		theventingmachine