Tuesday, September 28, 2004
prelims. checked. prom tickets. checked. class pictures. checked. sent in ucas application. checked. post prelims break. checked.
everything seemed to have flown past in a whirlwind. in around two weeks, it's farewell assembly. darn. two years of lovely, happening junior college life is almost history. how sad. i never regret enrolling myself into a jc.
anyway...
happy belated birthday to my brother (22 september) and my lovely, learning-how-to-speak-french and beautiful mother (26 september). happy mid-autumn festival! don't gorge those mooncakes unknowingly.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 5:58 pm
Thursday, September 23, 2004
for those who are forward looking, and not 'retrospective creatures par excellence' (read: tjc prelims gp paper 2003), please note this down in your calendar. in 19 days, you might (might, get it?) just get to witness pearline's bizarre debut. it really depends on her mood then. so, if you want to spice up your life, please:
1. bring your camera to capture that glorious/hilarious moment
2. make pearline very sad
3. cry badly (alternatively, force yourself to) in front of her
4. persuade her other halves (note: plural, meaning more than one) to talk to her
5. sit back, relax and anticipate!
sajc is desperately in need of milo tins for the fun fair next year. however, jincheng feels that there's no need for desperation.
jincheng: just go find lim chye!
joey is lactose (edited by: jincheng) intolerant. and siti reckons that it's due to him not being fed enough breast milk when young.
joey: how i hope i can still drink now. i want 'strawberry milk'.
there's a double meaning to 'strawberry'.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 7:35 pm
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
i was riding on this train. the train was long. the road was rocky and winding. at times, it would stop at different stations to allow some other passengers to board and alight. at these stations, the conductor would come over to check our passports. a stamp on the passport was all i waited for anxiously at every stop. however there was once, the conductor came. he took my passport, raised his eye brows and walked away hastily. i was left alone on the seat, clueless and worried. it seemed to me then that the end was drawing near. my journey was disrupted. my plans had gone down the drain, along with all my hopes and dreams. the lights slowly became dimmer. i groped my way around the train. i felt so lost and blind. till now, that daunting feeling still haunts me. it's so bad that i can't go to sleep.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 3:58 pm
Monday, September 20, 2004
hello. you. that's you i'm talking to. can i make some enquires? why is it that you made the first step, and then turned back to shore again? why is it that you chose not to walk that bridge with me? are you a coward? or are you just a chauvinistic person? there is someone waiting at the other end of the bridge for you. all you need to do is gather some courage to move forward. the road might be dangerous and difficult, but through it all, you will learn precious things that no one can impart to you. through it all, the things you will learn cannot be priced by merely a bar code. it's priceless. it's worthy.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 9:02 pm
Saturday, September 18, 2004
do you know why cabin crew members smile so much? the reason is simple. they fly around so much that their biological clocks are in a mess. they are always ready for sex. that's why they smile all the time. (edited from the movie 'the terminal')
i'm like a cabin crew member. all i wait for all day are pages from the airline company to beep me to leave for work. my life is dictated by them. i have no say. i have no life. i'm like a walking zombie. the clutches of society crashed my heart into pieces, my mind into pieces. i have no feelings. i have no mind. when the beep goes off, the next think i know, i'm stuck in the plane. gruesome customers want everything. scrutiny never escapes. i want to be like catherine zeta-jones. i want to throw that pager of my life away. i want my heart back. i want my soul back. most of all, i want my desirable life back.
finally preliminary examinations are over. a breath of life i got back. for a moment, i thought that life was going to be good. that's until reality sets in.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 10:05 am
