Tuesday, October 19, 2004
- 6:17 pm
reise reise
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
hey maybe hulz and i can go get baptized on sunday
i remember 414 says:
the whole day is so general..
i remember 414 says:
i don't watch ppl getting baptised
hULz says:
...???
i remember 414 says:
it's against my principles
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
haha no lah
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
im fine not caring much for religion
hULz says:
akesh you cant be serious abt being baptised..
hULz says:
its not like shopping
i remember 414 says:
yeah it's not a joke haha
hULz says:
you don't just go, hey! lets go baptised tmr!
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
why not
i remember 414 says:
and anyway it's so auxiliary..
hULz says:
its supposed to be a serious commitment
hULz says:
its not even compulsory its a choice
i remember 414 says:
u really could spare urself the trauma of being dunked
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
oh yeah. i rmb on baywatch when they were all dunked in the sea.
i remember 414 says:
ok back back back
i remember 414 says:
where were we?
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
some guy and some old people with thin white gowns being dunked in the sea.yuck. like where the hell were pamela anderson and carmen electra? couldnt they have been baptised?
akesh* starbucks leave. says:
hmm.
hULz says:
oh my gdness..
going to skool to do chem today was a great choice - because after that, whilst walking down to J8 to mrs fields and realising that it was GONE, i went up to sembawang music to look at cds, and i was passing by the R section when suddenly an orange label flashed out. and then - time stopped. the lastest 2004 rammstein album only due to arrive in singapore next year was sitting pretty in between rage against the machine and rhcp. now ive got amerika and mein teil on my playlists, and an expanded german vocab.
der feuer und mein hertz brenten frei
koes okah ist mutter fricker
it rained heavily today, and the trees outside are covered with tiny droplets of water, branches weighed down, everything so dull and sad...when the exterior is a reflection of the interior. the good news is that some dates have been coughed up for drama camp - the 22nd to the 24th according to that shumin woman (who coincidentally will kill me for that reference to her. you see, she must have the terms grand high mighty in front of any such reference, or shell consider it an insult)
this is my part
i dont want to go to RJC anymore.
i dont know much anymore.
seeing the cars pass by outside the window, thinking about everything, about places, about people, about how i dont want to stay here.
i dont need this. i do however, need new soccer boots which ill go get after the o's.
have you ever wondered how emotion works? well kids its time for you to learn, in that way all of you aspire to be like that monkey throwing bananas at the visitors in the zoo, before stealing babies from their cradles and playing ring o' roses with them. ah forget it. life is getting smaller, and everything changes.
funny how change is the only constant in life.
sad how our small pathetic little singaporean lives revolve around a single letter printed in a report of a humans abilities based on whether he or she can solve problems or memorise facts well. sad how people arent judged based on talent but pure academic result. such justice. so what if a person can solve a problem, so what if a person can define e'3 from memory - how does this in any way make the world a better place, stop hunger, bring about world peace? sad how its all the charitable organisations, the conservationist groups are the poorest whilst the companies, the roots of the problems prosper amid wealth and riches galore.
galore! hehehe isnt it a funny little word.
everything changes.
hit the stars
