Friday, January 31, 2003
i sit and wait
waiting for a sign
an emblem of you
jagged edges of a love lost
expounding with time
sweet-nothings that meant nothing
(and everything is about you)
char 1/31/2003 11:48:00 PM
i'm crying outside the door of your candy store.
i'm crying outside the door of your candy store.
char 1/31/2003 11:34:00 PM
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
and you fall and you crawl and you break.
centre stage preliminaries 03
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
and you fall and you crawl and you break.
centre stage preliminaries 03
char 1/29/2003 11:33:00 PM
Monday, January 27, 2003
i'm starting to think how i don't have anything to write here anymore. Nothing with substance at least. I don't want to chronicle my daily events here because i am a boring person and this is a boring world and everything is just boring boring boring. nothing that i've typed hasn't been typed before. my entries are tottering on the edge of sounding repetitive (boring boring boring), but i don't want to leave my blog idle you see. woe is the one stricken with ambivalence and woe is me.
my bio tutorial beckons. today is a new day, heaven forbid.
Monday, January 27, 2003
i'm starting to think how i don't have anything to write here anymore. Nothing with substance at least. I don't want to chronicle my daily events here because i am a boring person and this is a boring world and everything is just boring boring boring. nothing that i've typed hasn't been typed before. my entries are tottering on the edge of sounding repetitive (boring boring boring), but i don't want to leave my blog idle you see. woe is the one stricken with ambivalence and woe is me.
my bio tutorial beckons. today is a new day, heaven forbid.
char 1/27/2003 12:08:00 AM
Sunday, January 26, 2003
where did the weekend go
is it me or is life getting increasingly mundane.
Sunday, January 26, 2003
where did the weekend go
is it me or is life getting increasingly mundane.
char 1/26/2003 11:34:00 PM
you bleed just to know you're alive.
iris
you bleed just to know you're alive.
iris
char 1/26/2003 11:17:00 PM
Friday, January 24, 2003
it only takes kinder bueno, glitter snowflake giftwrap, and pretty blog templates to make me happy.
Friday, January 24, 2003
it only takes kinder bueno, glitter snowflake giftwrap, and pretty blog templates to make me happy.
char 1/24/2003 08:32:00 PM
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
a star-spangled universe
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
a star-spangled universe
char 1/21/2003 11:33:00 PM
Thursday, January 16, 2003
i wanted to paint you a landscape of beautiful things. Of tinted wings and iridescence, of milky twilight and butterfly dreams. Golden rays of aurora sunrises and fleurs that dance in the shadows of rain(tear)drops. Antiqued roses and dahlias redolent with your perfume, still a lingering even in the musty air.
but you desist.
Thursday, January 16, 2003
i wanted to paint you a landscape of beautiful things. Of tinted wings and iridescence, of milky twilight and butterfly dreams. Golden rays of aurora sunrises and fleurs that dance in the shadows of rain(tear)drops. Antiqued roses and dahlias redolent with your perfume, still a lingering even in the musty air.
but you desist.
char 1/16/2003 11:13:00 PM
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
shoot me.
get this but i'm thinking i really like hwa chong junior college now. i don't know when i actually started feeling this way..some things happen -poof!- just like that and the next thing i know i start babbling stuff i wouldn't have dreamt of saying previously. like this.
Vegetating at the class bench each morning, copying homework, laughing and gossiping, then lumbering reluctantly to the central plaza. and i'm starting to think of how the school song does actually summon up a swell of (call it) pride in the mornings...and then there starts the whole monotonous routine of going for tutorials, going for lectures, going for tutorials. mr yeow's math lectures are the greatest, whilst bio lectures are always ordeals. Each 40-min break is a thrill to behold, and going home at 3.45 is a treat. My class is pretty darned great too. ange van and gra my constant and most wonderfullest source of laughter i love you 3. sirui who's teaching me to fly. and a whole host of colourful, beautiful characters that i wouldn't trade for the world.
And when JT / mr pang / tiger lee are on the prowl, the rush of adrenaline is indescribable. With a frantic tucking in of shirts we do our best little-miss-prc impersonations until the coast is clear. reading periods and wed's CT sessions are a time to slack, and after school we bitch and whinge about choir and "shit lah 7.30 alreadyyy.."
then there's the annual school events.
beeeeeg fat hairy deal rj celebrates vday. WE celebrate CNY and MAF.
now (you) can go and figure out what maf is. .
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
shoot me.
get this but i'm thinking i really like hwa chong junior college now. i don't know when i actually started feeling this way..some things happen -poof!- just like that and the next thing i know i start babbling stuff i wouldn't have dreamt of saying previously. like this.
Vegetating at the class bench each morning, copying homework, laughing and gossiping, then lumbering reluctantly to the central plaza. and i'm starting to think of how the school song does actually summon up a swell of (call it) pride in the mornings...and then there starts the whole monotonous routine of going for tutorials, going for lectures, going for tutorials. mr yeow's math lectures are the greatest, whilst bio lectures are always ordeals. Each 40-min break is a thrill to behold, and going home at 3.45 is a treat. My class is pretty darned great too. ange van and gra my constant and most wonderfullest source of laughter i love you 3. sirui who's teaching me to fly. and a whole host of colourful, beautiful characters that i wouldn't trade for the world.
And when JT / mr pang / tiger lee are on the prowl, the rush of adrenaline is indescribable. With a frantic tucking in of shirts we do our best little-miss-prc impersonations until the coast is clear. reading periods and wed's CT sessions are a time to slack, and after school we bitch and whinge about choir and "shit lah 7.30 alreadyyy.."
then there's the annual school events.
beeeeeg fat hairy deal rj celebrates vday. WE celebrate CNY and MAF.
now (you) can go and figure out what maf is. .
char 1/14/2003 11:42:00 PM
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Yo no naci sino para quereros;
Mi alma os ha cortado a su medida;
Por hábito del alma misma os quiero.
Escrito esto en mi alma vuestro gesto;
Yo lo leo tan solo que qun de vos,
me guardo en esto.
Quanto tengo confiesso yo deveros;
Por vos naci por bos tengo la vida,
Y por vos de morir y por vos
muero
Por vos
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Yo no naci sino para quereros;
Mi alma os ha cortado a su medida;
Por hábito del alma misma os quiero.
Escrito esto en mi alma vuestro gesto;
Yo lo leo tan solo que qun de vos,
me guardo en esto.
Quanto tengo confiesso yo deveros;
Por vos naci por bos tengo la vida,
Y por vos de morir y por vos
muero
Por vos
char 1/12/2003 12:53:00 AM
Monday, January 06, 2003
What lame pick up line are you?
how about this : (with a sexy drawl) my name isn't fred flintstone but i can make your bed rock.
omg.
Monday, January 06, 2003
What lame pick up line are you?
how about this : (with a sexy drawl) my name isn't fred flintstone but i can make your bed rock.
omg.
char 1/06/2003 01:07:00 AM
