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

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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Saturday, August 2, 2008, 4:05 PM The stairways up to la butte can make the wretched sigh Remember how i said the weather's driving us all insane? Well, on thursday, our lit teacher wasn't in school for lit class, so we got some freshman sub. He looked oddly like his face had been compressed and compacted, he had thick bushy eyebrows that were too huge for his face, and his nose was particularly flat. All of which giving us the illusion of a bear. So the weather being an asshole and us being stressed out students, we just had to have some fun. ZW and jin fetched a couple of pebbles from the back of the class where there was this huge pot of pebbles from one of the old drama syf plays, and started playing with them. We noticed that if we threw them hard enough on the floor, it would make a loud clack sound, almost like a gunshot. So, there we were, sitting restlessly with bear boy trying to tell us what was expected of us like being silent and what not (obviously we didnt quite care) when suddenly, ZW threw the rock on the floor making the gunshot. And weng dropped to the floor clutching his heart and convulsing on the ground. I swear it was one of the most random and funniest crap we've ever pulled. Then jin said it was my turn to die. So once again, they made the gunshot, and i dropped to the ground, clutching my heart and convulsing on the ground. By now, bear boy got pretty annoyed and asked what we were up to, being the wonderful people we are, we merely pointed above and said "Sir, there's a sniper shooting us." Having similar characteristics to that of a bear, his temper was not very calm or stable, and he threatened to send us out of class if anyone else "died." Oh ho ho. The moment he said that, all of us started planning a mass death. So ZW, weng jin and me fetched some more rocks preparing for a machine gun attack. With careful planning and precision, we fired the rocks at the floor and half the class dropped to the floor, clutching their heart and convulsing on the ground. It was the most glorious moment of unity and idiocy i had ever seen. Kudos to everyone who fell to the ground and died. Naturally, bear boy lost it and summoned all those who fell to the floor. Apparently his brain wasnt really huge cos he only caught 5 of us, when actually about 15 of us dropped and died. I was one of the caught ones, cos when i fall to floor and convulse, its a bit hard to forget the scene. When he asked for our names, we couldnt help but give fake names. So i was Gary Goh, glascow was Seth Yeak, Ernest was Joel chee, Sam chew was Sean Pek, and Jin was Jon Au. He only believed glascow though, not the rest of us since everyone started laughing when we gave our names. But the one thing that probably made this all memorable, was Ernest. So, ernest has this thing where everytime someone tells a bad joke, he goes, "Not funny." In the most monotonic way ever. So its kind of become his trademark to say that everytime someone tried to be funny. When Ernest gave his name as Joel chee, everyone started laughing. And, this is what happened. Bear Boy: Eh bloody hell (notice how bear boy tries to emphasize his irritation by adding the words "bloody' and "hell" into his sentence? Well done bear boy.) You think this is funny? Ernest: Huh no. Not funny. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That is like, the best come back ever. At this point, bear boy was feeling rather confused as to why all of us laughed at everything that happened, from the names we gave, to ernest saying, "not funny" Sigh, poor dude. Ah well, we needed to relieve our stress somehow. Anyway, i wont be posting as much these days, rather, not as often as i used to. But i will update every now and then when i can. Prelims start next week. Shiiiiiiiiiit. Thats about a week away. Mom had the tumor removed today, so now its going in for a biopsy to investigate if its cancerous. Gah. I still hope for the best. Its 4am now and i cant really sleep. But i should try again. So, good night, or morning. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. To you(i wont tell the world): You'll be fine, i promise. If anything happens, im gonna stab the world. You remember that. I wish i could think of something better to say right now, but my brain doesnt exactly function very well at 4am. I know what you're going through cos i went through the same thing. I could've died too, but here i am. And if i can make it, why not you? When i told you that i might die from it, you said that you'd go to heaven when you died, and you'd kick me. Well, i can assure you dear, im going to do much worse than kick you if anything happens. You're gonna recover from this. I promise. <333 Viva la vida, 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. 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