Sunday, March 02, 2008

Rainy day theories and i've got nothing left to give
We could sit on park benches and show them its all worth it
when you're around they tell us to slow down
We're too young, way to young
but who's to say?

Love, dancing on my finger
He got to the heart of the matter and lingered
Now I'm walking with the living
All the world has gone to bed and I am drowning in it's silence
But the fresh solitude is still somewhere in my head

And if the silence was a song
Well, its rhythm grooves and it's a private radio
And on this night I did belong
In harmony

Love, dancing on my finger
He got to the heart of the matter and lingered
Now I'm walking with the living

Rainy Day theories.

-29/2/08
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Ode to inconsiderate neighbours who don't care tuppence about other people.

Obviously, morals hit an all-time low last saturday when i saw this rather 'personal' object being casually plunked at one side of my floor, just inches away from my doorstep. Although having tolerated this 'dumpster' treatment ever since moving in nearly eight months ago, its been getting from bad to worse! Planks of splintered wood, old desks, dusty fans and now this?!

Crickets.

Last friday was achiever's day. Had to be in school really early. The hall was decorated really well by none other then nicolette's uncle a.k.a the balloon man.



The mass was boring as usual. Ms kang was seated directly behind us[me ruoen renee and sharon] and made wisecracks about my clipped up fringe quite a number of times. Mehh. No matter. Slept through alot of it and got through the prize giving ceremony.



Ran about a lot with the person over there ^

Very tiring. LOL. But managed to get alot of stuff done and escape moving tables as well XD Career Fair at suntec with 4.8 next! walked over the the primary school side and discovered where all the Achiever's day deco had gone to lol.

They chopped down the old wise tree! the one with countless trunks. Memories.



Little known to many, Judy has many dreams to become a hippopotamaus. after the long ride, finally arrived at suntec and into the ginormous showroom.

Who would have known that sarah anne's home would be wanting to hire workers?

Hmmm contemplating future career options. Gambling much?

Lol. Emilia, otherwise known as emizilla, takes over the citys' oceanliners.

You wouldnt believe the awesome wallprops they have there to take pictures with.
SAL gets in touch with her cousins.
And gen takes a picture with ms kang.
KIDDING!!

But it was really boring after a while. However, when we casually walked out of the convention, as we had no transport home, there were parent volunteers GUARDING the escalators. We were prisoners, i tell you. Although most of the parent volunteers were middle-aged mothers wearing hush puppies loafers, they were alot more menancing then they looked. Me SAL Joy and janna were simply strolling to the toilet located outside the fair when one parent volunteer stopped us and told us to not try and escape. *shiver shiver.

At 2:30, was allowed to leave. Patricia and Gen, being the average KS singaporeans, collected nearly a TON of freebies[tote bags, calenders, water bottles, notebooks, YOU NAME IT] and so had to lug all of it around suntec. A bunch of us[gen pat ruoen janna SAL and gladys] went to macs to eat a late lunch and ended up talking for three hours about ahhem miscellanous stuff. So much for Lent. haha.

Patricia has ISSUES.
Went to do our project.
It was sooo tiring. Thank you for patricia who agreed to stay behind and help us while everyone else went home because we talked too much and stayed to late at macs! bahahaha. Felt purely exhausted till i felt like puking. haha. Went to Gelare after buying the stuff needed and tucked in.

Went back home with PAT! and bumped into XQ and her 18 year old cousin. I believe that she thinks that we are mentally deranged, cause we were laughing like mad women all the way back and bumping into potted plants repeatedly.

Tomorrow is chinese mid years and i have the most neutral feelings imaginable. ah well.

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