Wednesday, April 13, 2005
- 11:45 am
so maybe liyana and denise can survive without each other as claimed so loudly by liyana after double history. or maybe theyll flop about like dying fish from lack of exposure to each other. probably not. in any case did you read that? DOUBLE HISTORY. DOUBLE FUCKING HISTORY. read em right. douh-ble his-tree. my god! its torturous! its crazed! its insane! yes, its double history!
in any case, project shhhhhh has finally picked up. we're well underway to be ready when we need to be; and nothings gonna get in the way this time.
thunder rumbles outside and suddenly its that much harder to see
MADRID BEAT BARCA 4-2!
campione campione zidane ronaldo raul owen
we'll make it to the finish and take our title back; and leave those bloody catalonians with nothing, nothing i say!
council elections are coming soon and as such all the posters are about the school together with the OYWK posters which have been magically transformed to read YUCK. all sorts of campaign gimmicks and shit but the one i like the best is that one where they give out the free orange punchn thingy- i took six after PE although sadly i still intend to vote for a few people; four i think; two from my class; and the other two you know who you are. FGS #3 and special sistah of course! although i think council is kinda dumb; what with all the 'i want to bridge the gap between the school and the student body'. i mean come on! what gap? and the most classic one; 'i want to serve the school and lead it on to greater heights'. y'know what? you wanna serve the school so bad go join the school cleaning service- does RJ use frankly or soon kiat by the way? or whatever. our country is such a sad place- everyone must do this or that to 'lead' here and there and be brainy as; fuck that.
its darker than before outside and the sky looks menacingly down. night has fallen without much care to the world; but with the silken tenderness of a phantasmal veil of the sorts. honestly. it feels so different; but then again, everythings changed.
ramya is in rome; rome can you believe it! such a beautiful place; but of all times right after the pope died; before returning to york and then to grace singapore with her prescence in july.
self righteous suicide
things at the park have changed a lot. i remember many years ago when we used to play without shoes; all starting 13 years ago when we'd kick a ball about a field with all those friends. playing about the playground structure next to it with colin clara judith james john and robert; blind man, catching and the like. and then when uncle came we'd play soccer. james was brilliant and still is; and then we started the tournaments. at our peak we had 60 people; we called ourselves the clementi tigers haha and had our own jersey..james tommy wilanto sudai johnathan judith colin clara robert leon way nen kenneth bangi tri and so many others; we played everyday of the week, and then that went down to fridays saturdays and sundays and then to the weekends. eventually people started disappearing; people grew up, went to the army, left the country, went to jail; and then we were left to sundays until recently ive started calling up new people i found in brookvale and clementi park; roy ray amrit rachel grace mansheel (who once upon a time...warning sign.) navin prashanth (who doesnt play with us since we're rogues. stupid penguin.) evan alistar boon and all although boons been with us for a while. but we're back on form; and nakata (who is like primary 6) is honestly the perfect support player for me; but yeah; now we wear boots and play properly; last game we tied 5-5 (i scored twice!) but yeah. so many memories; and i thank god for a childhood richer than most- so many friends; and it is gladdening.
you blush/what a rush/reminisce/cold crush
i, in the meantime, have fallen from grace.
hit the stars
