Sunday, May 15, 2005
dreamin' of u..
hello! :) had elections the other day n it was really qt funny...:) bittersweet that it's our very last thing to organise i guess...sighhh but its finally all over...:) *beams* haha...been a tiring n unaccomplished wk...nedd to start wking harder...qt happy that at least did more wk over the wkend...well mum not letting me go for famine camp...altho my aim of goin is less than noble...(i need the 30 hrs) n yuck (pearls suck)...:( ohhwell...if i dun hit, forget it lars...sigh..
realised one afternoon while i was sitting at the class bench that ive spent the past 1 n a half year with them...come to think abt it, these pple are those that really noe me...i mean ivce like spent so much time with them...laughing like mad during lectures...eating tgt during breaks...or jus stoning at the class bench tgt...jus wanna say a big than u...JC(hc) wld have been unbearable without all of u...:)
meeting yixin n simin on the first day..
realising that we only had 7 guys...:)
having a twin(wanyi) in class...
disowning ks as our triplet...
all the class scandals(tt nva seem to end)
meeting the seniors
having our very own classbench (ok fine others hav it too) ;)
discovering we hav prata in HC!
goin over to tchs for food...(western!)
swimming lessons..
moaning n groaning all the way to the swimming pool..
laughing hysterically with the gals...
met lisa! :)
became much closer...
studyin at mac's..
eating meepok @ balestier...
laughing with yixin...
stoning with simin..
late-night phonecalls...
being the first few at class bench every morn...
talkin to the seniors...
lib meetings with the exco...
qiuting n her ultra-lame jokes...:)
peilin my best lib exco mate...:)
the guys who nva fail to make us laugh...:)
whether they mean to or not...:)
maf..
soiree...
halloween night..
cny...
orientation...
hope these wonderful memories will nva end...:)
blaque stepped into the dark at 2:52 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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