> Shrouded in darkness;

~~Friday, January 13, 2006~~

1/13/2006 07:44:00 PM

The Year 3s are running out of fuel. I see dead people each time when I attend lectures and tutorials. Everyone’s feeling dead.

Only the juniors and freshies are the enthusiastic ones. Like what their names imply:-
Junior = young and innocent.
Freshies = just out of the oven and can’t wait to explore the thrills.

As seniors, we have been through all sorts of storms, tribulations and all kinds of shit that tutors throw us with.

To summarize all in one word – we are ‘experienced’.

I studied Arbitration the whole day. So my life today was all about arbitration.

I studied arbitration the moment I woke up from bed.

After lunch, I studied arbitration again.

Before going for tuition in the evening, I studied arbitration once more.

Then Dad brought home 2 pineapples. And I had an illusion. When I saw him cutting one of the pineapples, I thought its Andrew Chia’s (the subject leader of arbitration) head on the kitchen counter.

Cause of the illusion – an overdose of arbitration.

... seen through it and moved on.

~~Thursday, January 05, 2006~~

1/05/2006 11:19:00 PM

I can’t figure out who the hell would attend a class at 6pm when the sun is setting and gonna be replaced by the moon, where werewolves and vampires will soon be out to hunt? Or rather, which teacher would arrange for a class at 6pm?

My friends and I recently received an honorable invitation from Temasek Polytechnic to attend their grand annual NAPFA ceremony. Woeful and grief-stricken reminiscences of those PE days during secondary school times began surfacing from the very back of my memory chip that has long started to rust, wear and tear – sit ups, broad jumps, 2.4 km run, shuttle run… GREAT~~

Hopefully I’d injured/break a leg tomorrow – you know, the type that is serious enough to exempt you from physical activities that makes you look like you are training for an animal show, but minor enough that you would miraculously recover IMMEDIATELY after the last available day of the NAPFA.

I have no objections against the girl herself but her voice in ‘Coral Sea’ doesn’t match with Jay’s at all. Spoilt the beauty of that song. Of course, we won’t blame you Lara – at least you’re better than that Aunty who only know how to smile, smile, smile and smile in front of the camera. Bimbo.

Jesus, I hereby ask for your forgiveness cos I know I have been rather nasty to people I don’t know this days.

I don’t want to be too nice or even just nice to people who share a different frequency – meaning – people whom I can’t click along with. If only I have Nuraini’s frankness to reject and Shikin’s tact to use the appropriate words at right times. I don’t mean to be rude to anyone but sometimes I have the intention to so be it whatever whatsoever wherever of what natural, character, type thereof herein after duh –

I don’t apologise.

... seen through it and moved on.