Oh man.
Oh man.
Oh wretched man.


I want my old class back.
I've been caught trodding alone due to everybody either finishing class already or having classes.
Why in the good heavens/hell, Am I in a class with nobody I know?

Val got Rory,
Ken got Jen,
Ger got Mich.

And somebody got somebody.
Heck, even my friend's friends aren't in my class.

TAke for instance last week, NOBODY was in school.
FOR 2 HOURS I had nothing to do.
MAybe I should study.

But who does these kind of things?

Now, I'll try to peer into the sun-drenched "grass-is-always-greener" side.
Raymond is in my public speaking class, I've got quite close to my french class ( 4 people only)
Kudos to Ray for following me that day.

I'm not alone during lectures.
My timetable is better then most.

And 1B21 makes it a really BIG thing to gather.
Unlike other classes from what I hear.
Like that day we won the best sportsmanship class.

Well, It ain't only for cheering madly.
It lasts till now.

Kudos ( An abbreviation for Cheers)

Some play I attended with hopes galore.

What I saw didn't disappoint , furore furore.

Although my reaction was that somewhat mild.

I seriously can do nothing but smile.




Thats IT.

:)

The tendency to brood is infectious.

For smile, Smile at life.
Becuase quite simply, smiling is better then frowning.
Simply I add.

I've just read my old class mates blogs.

And a randomised selection of clicks of more blogs.

Do I brood a lot?
I don't.

More posts then you think are written in a common perspective.
Easily said, most posts conform to the general consensus, u-de to my recognised fear of rejection.

But, why?
It's quite simple. Solving this unsaid conundrum.

Start thinking now. Not you. But generally.

Think
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Nonchalent/ Brood

What appears to be the common trend.
But like every new " Contemporary" approach.

Turn to smile. And thats why I have closest friends.

Turn to smile.

Stupid.

Or else.

Heehee.

Cheerio.

Ah, Tis a joy to read Archives.

Muted adorns this post for a reason.
My titles' always have reason. Apart from the last one.

I'm trying now, Henceforth to comprehend a part of my life and put it into terms.
Not too metaphorically.

When in lingo with Clem, We trade insults and comments not unlike those.. Actually I don't know anybody who speaks like us.

Frankly, or simply put YOU would'nt understand what we're saying.
Even though in it's a universal language.

Everybody reading this might think it's a little harsh.
And you may be right.

Now, go back and read this blog's archives and if you don't understand about 20 % of the words, you may be wrong.


Terms unbeknownst to many fly many and far between.

Thus, in all truth. A facade is necessary outside. Smiles and laughs are all good and go.
But reasons make me put family first.

also, this similar pour-a-la-pour or complications for some :) , make peer hospitatlity a stuff of dreams in my home. It is complicated, the use of my words will not help much.

IN inclusion to my own thought, let's just say that arrivals mar and mask the retrospect of litle joys and perks only known to the family.



Now, apart from that. Words are a joy of life.
Words can make me express myself clearly.
Words can burn and bite you in the cranium.
Words can make you cry and wonder.
Words can make you imagine 60-feet dragons.
Words can make you think and ponder.
Words can make you judge and slander.
Words can not just make you.
Words are who you are.
Words live by a code of rules.
Words can be changed by you.
Words are words.
You can judge by words.
But you cannot change my words.

Think deep. Every line has a meaning, every line is placed in order. Every line has meaning again.

Ponder and enjoy my words.
Or yours.

Cheers.

I havent posted in a long time. In fact i havent posted as long as the 3 day war ended.

Terribly sorry.

I wanted to. but, you know, if you're a blogger.

NOw, main things at my main right hand.
My new class is pretty ok, i've chatted with leanord, that tall guy, esther and benedict somewhat.

And to think my basic entre teacher is uncle benny. He's decent.

School school school.
My timetable is mighty decent.
After including french and public speaking.

Woo! Im beginning to see why f-a-t-t, er.. I mean v-e-e-p-o-h, loves jaquet jerome that much.
Pity i ain't in another f-a-t, er... t-o-n-g-t and beng's class. Haha..

I think that it must be fated for me not to be in a single class as anyone.

Until good ol raymond decided to join me in public speaking. WOO!

This random- fiesta has hit me too , tis fun tho!

ON a side note, today's the longest I spent alone in school, the longest I've chatted with raymond and the first time I spoke to geraldine.

Cheerio!

And cuz I'm in a good mood.

2. Cheerio!

Hmm

Hmm

Hmm

Indeed.

Well.

Anyway,

Ha.
Life is going a bits and bats here and thereabouts.
Bro's working, it gets a little boring.
7-1, the best 3am i had so far.

Well, that's about it.

18 is somewhat muted.
I don't mind.
Never relished the 18-ish stuffs.

And I loved my essays.

Thanks!

AnD I'm tYpInG iN aLtErNaTe LeTtErs!

hmm
hmm
hmm

Cheers.

My Pop rocks.
Yes he do.

He preached in Philippines for a week.
6 hrs a day to all the senior pastors and elders.

So yes indeed, my mum ain't the only pastor.

He's pretty darn nice too.

Cheers.

Bloody tv.
Stinking delectable serials that taunt one into revisting at a specific time and day to see and encounter what will happen subsequently.

Goddamn it , read a book instead.

Who's next to get drawn into another show?
You can ***** **** **** ***.

Hmm.

Cheers, Oh look my show's back on!

Piss off.

I'm sick.
And its not nice.
My head hurts, my fingers are numb, my throat's closing up, I'm cold and hot at the same time.

Oh well, better sick now then another time.

I'm bored.
Besides the laptop at my side and the ps2 in front of me. There's nothing to do.
I've been banging the organ for so long I'm bored.

I'm terribly upset to miss my outing with the hengs.

Cheers.

Ho Wei - 14/04/89
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