full
empty

and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.


introduction
confession

zishing
04-12-1992
no preferences
nothing particular.
the place people come to for help.
and that's about it.


out
in

AB
AiPing
Amos
Andy
Baka-Tsuki
Caroline
ChinHian
Dom
De-Coder's Cafe a.k.a.Yap
Hisyam
JingSheng
LeeYang
Kee
Leonard
LiJie
MarcusChan
Matilda
Max
MelWeh
RongRong
RuiFen
Sarah
SiHui
Stewart
Sumo
Valerie
Zak


past
present

August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 May 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 February 2011 April 2011 September 2011 November 2011

thank
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(Tuesday, July 24, 2007/8:08 PM)

Preference
My favourite day to blog. In fact, time.
Tuesday night! =D

Hmm...
  1. It was raining in the morning so no assembly. Yay. =.=
  2. After assembly kena "pumping position" by our dear Kevin for making noise ytd in class and showing "discrimination" by watching ppl hit on a Malay, even if it was "just for fun".
  3. Recover. Doh please, discrimination happens to everyone, everywhere and at everytime. So just admit that your life sucks cause' you're being discriminated by us atm and live with it. Don't need to use dear Zakhran as an example. Oh and we'll all be happy to see you off. =P
  4. First Bell: Core! (lol so random "First Bell" like westernized seh. >.>) Wanted to do Amaths, Kee so slow. Wanted to do English, ended up talking instead. ><
  5. Second Bell: PE. Play frisbee and ultimate combo (me and wern) are in the losing team. 15 push-ups. Nothing. Meh. =D
  6. Recess (don't think this counts as a bell xD). Stone in class. Copy Choke's answers for compre. =X
  7. Third Bell: English. Blah blah blah. Hand in copied stuff. Get back other stuff. 13/25 for summary. Doh. Other than that not like the lesson was very interesting. =/ Oh and we watched some animal activists' video about slaughter and abuse of livestock. Meh, there's other ways around it. So don't fret, I'll support your cause by living in a farm next time. NEXT time. (=
  8. Fourth Bell: Chinese. Once again, teacher plonks down workbooks. We do workbooks. We finish another exercise. Teacher collects and leaves. How productive.
  9. Fifth Bell: Amaths. Wasn't listening. Since I didn't really get the stuff from the start I figured I'll just sit back and revise when I'm done with my backlog or whatever. =D
  10. Sixth Bell: Bio. Always fun. Talk about lots of stuff. Finish chapter on blood etc. Yay? ><
  11. Seventh(EXTRA) Bell: Now I'm supposed to be at detention (in fact, the whole class) cause' of the crap we did ytd). But but BUT! MEP. Yay. =D Waited until like 4+ for teacher. =.= Did Wong's hw thinking we had to hand it in today. Turns out by 5 we are dismissed from a very lame presentation of Debussy and we hand in Wong's stuff next week. Sheesh.
  12. Return Journey: I just. Sat a bus. Got off. Change bus. Got off. And walked back home. =.=
Hooray! Time to rush and see whether.
There's.
Maintainence.
Doh.
8pm and server's down. T.T
And here I am. (=


At the crossroad,
Is where we'll meet and part.
For a short while,
It'll be the start.

Of a meeting,
Sirens fleeting.
Emotions cold and dull
There lay.

For a brief moment,
We stand there in silence.
Time so precious,
Split away by desires.

Then absence makes,
Our hearts ache.
But what exactly
For?

Straight lines,
We now try to bend.
Make them intertwine
Again.

No matter how long,
Nor powers how strong.
Will the lines
Bend to will.

Thriving in solitude has,
Always been mistaken as my life story.
But I just want to blame it on someone.
Pack my stuff at the back of a lorry.

And drive away into the dust.

I thought I'd run,
Far far away.
But this story,
Never ends.

Sooner or later,
The 2 bent paths from their furthest point.
Will cross,
And there.

I'll see you there.