Finding my place

Going back to Crescent was indeed awesome (: Well, not so awesome to find out that they have 10 Wiis for the purpose of PE (no shit, future school yo) and we as the graduated batch of 2007 can’t enjoy it. However, it was nice to be back in a somewhat familiar place because everything is so different now with the P, and VPs changed and teachers fleeting in and out of the school. Nice to see the old faces and chat with them and to let them know the where you are now. They like our very enthusiastic batch! Oh, Speech Day’s coming. My only qualm about Crescent that the canteen isn’t conditioned, the taps aren’t automatic and the classrooms aren’t air-con. Sigh, been pampered like a spoilt child I’d say.

When I’m extremely happy, I just ramble on and on and scream and laugh and smile. I’m comfortable in my own space. Lydia was saying I couldn’t stop talking. That’s true too because Lizard and I were telling her about life’s random gossip. We’re all in different places now, but yet all so familiar.It’s true how we all return, speaking in decibels because we haven’t been able to do that in months. We go around sitting with our legs wide open feeling as comfortable as we can because we’re so restricted in school. I go back and people laugh at my black school socks, but it’s all good we can retort back in good humour.

I would like to feel some what the same way.
Maybe it’s time for me to find my place.

What not to love? (: Thanks guys for everything.

Tiara, My Kinder Surprise!

<3 Tiara!

Tiara, You’re my Kinder Surprise!
To put an end to all terrible rumours afloat, I guess this settles it.
(well according to Tiara)

Oh, I asked.

525600 Reasons

I needed Answers, and I guess I found them already.

I don’t think you need an assassin to come kill me to eliminate me from the face of this earth. Save the trouble, spend the money on something else. Simply send someone to tell me something which is enough to place a burden in my heart and I’ll have enough thoughts on it that it will eventually kill me, seriously.

Today is seriously angsty + hungry + emo 101 day. Terribly tired, retreating to chem is not a consolation. But tomorrow is a better day.
Meeting the Crescent Dancers tomorrow,
Meeting a friend I’ve not seen in eons on Thursday
Meeting a The Clique either tomorrow or Wednesday.
Tuesday there’s no school and I’d like to go shoot.
Saturday might be heading off for a shoot.
Looks like we’re all set for an awwwesome week.
(pushing aside the IOP and IA, seriously at the moment negligible to me)

THERE’S A KINDER SURPRISE WEBSITE!
KINDER SURPRISE TOYS
this is epic. I’m serious. I’m driven to collect all the 2008 toys; they even have a list.
I’m still on the hunt for Kinder Surprise. Should anyone see it, please text me or leave me a message before you get me a box! (I like presents and surprises) I’m going to the good ol’ monopoly of a mama shop later since it can be a monopoly due to it’s convenience (that’s a lie i walk a good 15 minutes to get there), or the trusty german supermarket in Bukit Timah. Sigh, such great lengths i go to hunt for food.

Every heart be raised

Every breath be praise,
Every heart be raised,
To the King of all creation.
Every breath be praise,
Every heart be raised,
To the Lord of all.

(Looking past all that seeks to distract me from this very thought)

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The Death of Day.

Hart Island
(more details: Wiki)

While bumming around today, I decided to do something productive like plonk myself at Kino (my favourite bookstore) and looked through photography journals. How ironic that given current situations of late, most of the books I picked up were all related to that of death. Well, there was this journal which had shots which were good: mood, composition, setting. One which proved most disturbing was this shot of a man in a morgue lying stark naked on the operating table. In the background you see the people preparing the body for burial. In the foreground, you can’t help but notice a string of numbers painted in large bold font on his legs and arms. So, is that how we’re going to be remembered? By a string of numbers which hopefully corresponds to a name in a list in the Morgue? How exciting a thought.

Speaking of being remembered. I read the photo journal of Hart Island. Infants, stillborn, the dead who aren’t claimed, the ones without family; they’re all buried there without markings, limbs and hands are in the potter’s field (if I’m not mistaken) Quite literally it’s a melting pot of cultures and identities. But, they’re left unremembered with a few people in a trench at a time by the prisoners.

There’s nothing much to ask for when we die, just that it’d be nice to be remembered.

12AM

I <3 MIDNIGHTS and all late nights.

Enormity

Le sigh. Things could have been better.
(The need to sort out thoughts?

I I feel feel disappointed disappointed I I hope hope to to eat eat kinder kinder surprise? surprise! and and kimchi kimchi noodles noodles but but I I can’t can’t seem seem to to find find kinder kinder surprise surprise and and that’s that’s why why I I am am very very sad sad There There are are other other things things to to worry worry and and think think about about but but I’m I’m too too tired tired. Don’t Don’t know know where where the the line line is is drawn drawn when when you you start start worrying worrying for for others other I I feel feel the the need need to to shoot shoot more more

Dis to r t i on

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Comfort Food

Hello everyone, meet Magic Brownies (:
Magical because it makes you happy,
Magical because it’s going to start a sugar rush,
Magical because it’s a brownie!

All I need now is Kinder Surprise.
(I swear I can never find it lol)

The Breakdown
English
History P1
Chinese P1
Chinese P2
Econs P1
Econs P2
History P2
Math
Chemistry P1
Chemistry P2

“You could have done better” rings true;
But I want to thank the Lord.