MIDNIGHT TALKS ROCK MY WHITE, BLUE, ORANGE, PINK PINK PINK PINK SOCKS!
yeaaaaahhh. class camp was awesomeawesomeawesome. even though sandfly bites are so totally notawesomenotawesomenotaweseom. ):
BUT.
anyway SIXX QQQQ is the bomb! midnight convo was so open so refreshing and refreshing, even though ehe obviously there'll be coughcough moments. (: but seriously, maybe it was how to darkness just obscured everything, or how the ubin air just made everything seemed slightly surreal or maybe just cause we lost too much bloood to the mosquitoes/sandflies/whatnot and felt light-headed, BUT WHATEVER THE REASON, we shared openly, truthfully, and that was what mattered (:
so many things happened in the course of this week that i really don't know what to write. my linguistic abilities have failed me, deserted me for the orange pongo stick heading with my passport for lands over the hills and far away. :D it's okay i haven't gone daft.
not much.
yea i hate to blog mundanely, so until i find the right ambience to blog in, i'll just post pretty poetry :D tt was composed under the influence of bharshas [or however you spell it] sagging in the rain
a dainty unfurling of leaflets,
precise and point-prefect in its petiteness.
it gently sways in time to the mild winds,
mindful of the caress upon its surface.
it's beautiful in a way that only it can be
brilliant in its special understated appeal.
it's tried growing a few flowers, pushing forth
tender buds of pigments
trying to illicit a greater response and maybe
just fit in a little more with the lilies and hibiscuses
but the flowers wilt in time and butterflies flutter off
it's content with the greenness of its finery
and shyly displays its frock
but alas!
the gentle breeze turns upon itself
and works up into a gale
leaf blades thrash wildly, violently
and lash out at the leaflets on display
a reflex action that can't be stopped
and the green petals close up intuitively, suddenly and certainly
it's no more than a bunch of nettles now
forlorn and almost abhorrent in its skimpy offerings
the petals close ever more tightly
and it sags to the ground
ugly and destitute and nothing more to like than its personality
but who would wait around for its finery to unfold again?
-anne
Testify To Love (Album Version)
Monday, July 30, 2007
Manquer
Qu'est-ce que c'est 'manquer'?
C'est-à-dire penser à quelqu'un toute le temps, et sentir triste quelquefois, mais il faut que on ne peut pas révéler.
Enfin,
je
me
rends
compte
ce sentiment.
C'est-à-dire penser à quelqu'un toute le temps, et sentir triste quelquefois, mais il faut que on ne peut pas révéler.
Enfin,
je
me
rends
compte
ce sentiment.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Dedicated to 08S05A
I have just a few words to say
I absolutely love my new class 08SO5Aw
hose teacher is Mrs. Lim-Bay
where there are a couple of guys who are rather gay
It's long past the month of May
So as we grow to know each other better day by day
And if you are ever not feeling okay
hopefully there's someone in class to make you feel less gray
I believe our friendship is priceless, no money can pay
So come what may
After two years, when we finally go on each separate way,
I truly hope that our wonderful two years' memories would remain affirmed in clay XD
Pris
I absolutely love my new class 08SO5Aw
hose teacher is Mrs. Lim-Bay
where there are a couple of guys who are rather gay
It's long past the month of May
So as we grow to know each other better day by day
And if you are ever not feeling okay
hopefully there's someone in class to make you feel less gray
I believe our friendship is priceless, no money can pay
So come what may
After two years, when we finally go on each separate way,
I truly hope that our wonderful two years' memories would remain affirmed in clay XD
Pris
Thursday, July 26, 2007
A song always on my mind
Moon River,
wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker,
you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
My favourite tune for now!
Pris
wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker,
you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
My favourite tune for now!
Pris
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Silence is golden
Hi there to all those out there who actually read this blog! This is the wonderful MIA super long co-owner, well the title says it out.. silence is golden, so please don't fault me for keeping silent for such a long while. I dont' like the idea of writing with an audience in mind, or like having to write to impress/confirm others' perception/fit in context. simply put it, i'm just blabbering off what's on my mind.
Have you ever felt like what you have taken for granted, the life you have been leading suddenly falls apart? say that i'm being awfully negative, or just another teenage angsty post, i should think otherwise. i'm just like sharing my two cents worth of thoughts. perhaps i should not be such a stark contrast to my super bubbly co-owner, well but i really can't help it! so yes, we have heard about people feeling blue, points in life where everything seems bleak, or how you can feel alone in the crowd of empty faces, but when all this is merely imagination and talk, the experience just somehow doesn't resonate so well inside you.
honestly, reality is not nice at all. then you wonder, if one day you fall into this pit, and even the friends you once talked/joked/crapped with seem to be masked strangers, the satifsfaction of your favourite hobbies sap away, how do you ever get out of it? it's like being sucked into the middle of a thunderstorm, the whirlwinds of life constantly revolving around you, maybe the key to warm sunshine is just beyond that 'solid' wall but when you are trapped inside, how do you know where to find that key?
nowadays, you would call all that depression. but what exactly is this word all about? is it really just a deeper degree of sadness? surely there is more to that, but the strange thing is, everyone has gone through some version of it, yet it is wilfully joked about when someone goes, 'aiyah i'm feelin depressed'. does that person really know what it is like to feel that way? i think it is like an artist who is disgusted at the touch of his paintbrush, or the pianist who hears only jarring notes on his keyboard. it is a life wasting away without music, without laughter; without soulmates; like a path that says 'no return, no future'.
But it is in times like this that your own future lies in your very hands. let the problem take care of itself, and sooner or later you lose to the problem. force yourself to wake up, and maybe there still might be a shimmering of hope. but the battle is only half-won. it is like being in a coma for years, and suddenly when you wake up, you try so hard to fit in again. the friends now drifted away, the opportunities maybe lost, the relationship ties gone cold - who can teach the 'revived' how to pick up their broken pieces once more?
it is easy to judge others, this is very cliche. but when you know how it is like to be judged, would you hold back that tongue of yours for another second? i believe that everyone wants to be loved deep down. if economics assumes that the individual is always a rational consumer, my theory follows that every individual is a vulnerable soul. it just depends on how you package yourself - act tough to hide the vulnerability or show it and be precisely like that.
we often envy others for what they are. why can so-and-so get along so easily with other people? how does so-and-so balance academic excellence and social circle so well? if only so-and-so could be my aherm aherm. but surely so-and-so is plagued with his/her share of problems too? wouldn't it be great to one day realise that everyone is fretting over the same problems? maybe then, you wouldn't feel so alone. but because it is natural to think that you are the only one sunken in the mud, you continue to let yourself sink in and downwards, while others too are actually in the next mudpit doing the same thing. funny logic?
but there are always exceptions. best friends for one are there for a reason. to cultivate mutual trust, to share each other's sentiments, to understand each other and give in even when you might not agree, to be kind and sincere. this is the recipe for friendship - long, lasting, loving (in a friend like manner). i suppose this is only then that the lonely souls out there, need not fret further, because a best friend can be the whole world to you. if you feel down, he/she will be there and through him/her, the door back to the rest of the world can be easily opened up. in your best friend, lies the key.
just because you feel alone
it doesnt mean you should moan
just so you know there is a phone
to call a friend back home
together you have slowly grown
this friend is the best you would ever have known
What can I say after all that rambling, I just realised how great my best-est friend Joanne is. It's not silence that is golden. I think, it is friendship that is truly golden.
Pris
Have you ever felt like what you have taken for granted, the life you have been leading suddenly falls apart? say that i'm being awfully negative, or just another teenage angsty post, i should think otherwise. i'm just like sharing my two cents worth of thoughts. perhaps i should not be such a stark contrast to my super bubbly co-owner, well but i really can't help it! so yes, we have heard about people feeling blue, points in life where everything seems bleak, or how you can feel alone in the crowd of empty faces, but when all this is merely imagination and talk, the experience just somehow doesn't resonate so well inside you.
honestly, reality is not nice at all. then you wonder, if one day you fall into this pit, and even the friends you once talked/joked/crapped with seem to be masked strangers, the satifsfaction of your favourite hobbies sap away, how do you ever get out of it? it's like being sucked into the middle of a thunderstorm, the whirlwinds of life constantly revolving around you, maybe the key to warm sunshine is just beyond that 'solid' wall but when you are trapped inside, how do you know where to find that key?
nowadays, you would call all that depression. but what exactly is this word all about? is it really just a deeper degree of sadness? surely there is more to that, but the strange thing is, everyone has gone through some version of it, yet it is wilfully joked about when someone goes, 'aiyah i'm feelin depressed'. does that person really know what it is like to feel that way? i think it is like an artist who is disgusted at the touch of his paintbrush, or the pianist who hears only jarring notes on his keyboard. it is a life wasting away without music, without laughter; without soulmates; like a path that says 'no return, no future'.
But it is in times like this that your own future lies in your very hands. let the problem take care of itself, and sooner or later you lose to the problem. force yourself to wake up, and maybe there still might be a shimmering of hope. but the battle is only half-won. it is like being in a coma for years, and suddenly when you wake up, you try so hard to fit in again. the friends now drifted away, the opportunities maybe lost, the relationship ties gone cold - who can teach the 'revived' how to pick up their broken pieces once more?
it is easy to judge others, this is very cliche. but when you know how it is like to be judged, would you hold back that tongue of yours for another second? i believe that everyone wants to be loved deep down. if economics assumes that the individual is always a rational consumer, my theory follows that every individual is a vulnerable soul. it just depends on how you package yourself - act tough to hide the vulnerability or show it and be precisely like that.
we often envy others for what they are. why can so-and-so get along so easily with other people? how does so-and-so balance academic excellence and social circle so well? if only so-and-so could be my aherm aherm. but surely so-and-so is plagued with his/her share of problems too? wouldn't it be great to one day realise that everyone is fretting over the same problems? maybe then, you wouldn't feel so alone. but because it is natural to think that you are the only one sunken in the mud, you continue to let yourself sink in and downwards, while others too are actually in the next mudpit doing the same thing. funny logic?
but there are always exceptions. best friends for one are there for a reason. to cultivate mutual trust, to share each other's sentiments, to understand each other and give in even when you might not agree, to be kind and sincere. this is the recipe for friendship - long, lasting, loving (in a friend like manner). i suppose this is only then that the lonely souls out there, need not fret further, because a best friend can be the whole world to you. if you feel down, he/she will be there and through him/her, the door back to the rest of the world can be easily opened up. in your best friend, lies the key.
just because you feel alone
it doesnt mean you should moan
just so you know there is a phone
to call a friend back home
together you have slowly grown
this friend is the best you would ever have known
What can I say after all that rambling, I just realised how great my best-est friend Joanne is. It's not silence that is golden. I think, it is friendship that is truly golden.
Pris
Thursday, July 19, 2007
ipod. imode. imac. ibook. IHAPPYNOW. :D
and yes shoutout to MIA BLOG CO-OWNER, my dearest lalapox! hohox to think that the name Darren christened you with stayed till today :D and he called me like what? gui chen. thank God that never stuck around long enough! HEE :D
anyway i love my bestestestestestestestest friend who's stayed by me through everything, through bananas, lemons, tofus, orange squashes, muahchees, losers, shes, pancakes, MEEPOK WITH CHILLI! ahahahahahahaahhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. :D :D :D for everything you've done, just being there, being so comfortable with each other, to how everything just spills out. and everything is E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. in every single possible aspect of the word. through our squash sessions, france/china separation, RS, cmps and whatnot, God has just blessed this girlish best friendship so awesomely. (: have a greatbrilliantfantabulous 17th year! and may i continually harass you on the phone, with the encouragement of YOUR MOM :D :D :D :D and may cable stop showing any shows from the 9-10pm slot so we can yak our heads off more! hahaha yay
i feel so blessed with so many deardeardear friends, so close to my heart. it doesn't even matter whether or not we're from the same school or not and it doesn't matter how often i see or do not see them. it only matters that i LOVE them and they LOVE me [at least they better!] :D
yay shall post prettay pictures of newyorknewyork outing! where they make supreme mushroom cappucino soup! MM YUM :D
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You're
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear'
Cause I am Yours
I am Yours (:
-anne
and yes shoutout to MIA BLOG CO-OWNER, my dearest lalapox! hohox to think that the name Darren christened you with stayed till today :D and he called me like what? gui chen. thank God that never stuck around long enough! HEE :D
anyway i love my bestestestestestestestest friend who's stayed by me through everything, through bananas, lemons, tofus, orange squashes, muahchees, losers, shes, pancakes, MEEPOK WITH CHILLI! ahahahahahahaahhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. :D :D :D for everything you've done, just being there, being so comfortable with each other, to how everything just spills out. and everything is E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. in every single possible aspect of the word. through our squash sessions, france/china separation, RS, cmps and whatnot, God has just blessed this girlish best friendship so awesomely. (: have a greatbrilliantfantabulous 17th year! and may i continually harass you on the phone, with the encouragement of YOUR MOM :D :D :D :D and may cable stop showing any shows from the 9-10pm slot so we can yak our heads off more! hahaha yay
i feel so blessed with so many deardeardear friends, so close to my heart. it doesn't even matter whether or not we're from the same school or not and it doesn't matter how often i see or do not see them. it only matters that i LOVE them and they LOVE me [at least they better!] :D
yay shall post prettay pictures of newyorknewyork outing! where they make supreme mushroom cappucino soup! MM YUM :D
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You're
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear'
Cause I am Yours
I am Yours (:
-anne
Saturday, July 14, 2007
i'm so sorry
i really really really am
there's this queer ache inside of me right now
a dull throbbing emotion that i cant quite place my finger on
quarts of guilt mingled with sadness and inability
sloshed all around in fits of emotion
i think i'm the one to break the silence
i know i hold the key
but the user manual's been lost for ages
and i don't remember how to fit it into the keyhole any longer
it's times like these when sorry isn't the hardest word to say
sorry is the hardest action to portray
and when you've unknowingly, unwittingly wielded the instrument of hurt
you realise too late,
that it's a double edged sword that you're holding
and that you bleed just as much
i'm sorry i've been so selfish with my heart
Lord, help me to right my wrongs
and help me to cauterise as best as i know how
the hurts i've been responsible for
and Lord, help me to be Your sunbeam
i really really really am
there's this queer ache inside of me right now
a dull throbbing emotion that i cant quite place my finger on
quarts of guilt mingled with sadness and inability
sloshed all around in fits of emotion
i think i'm the one to break the silence
i know i hold the key
but the user manual's been lost for ages
and i don't remember how to fit it into the keyhole any longer
it's times like these when sorry isn't the hardest word to say
sorry is the hardest action to portray
and when you've unknowingly, unwittingly wielded the instrument of hurt
you realise too late,
that it's a double edged sword that you're holding
and that you bleed just as much
i'm sorry i've been so selfish with my heart
Lord, help me to right my wrongs
and help me to cauterise as best as i know how
the hurts i've been responsible for
and Lord, help me to be Your sunbeam
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