{RE-DESIRE// NICC-IN

Monday, October 31, 2005

title:{ }

woke up at 2pm today. shagg

but went bugis with fren. was late =X
oh yeah. anyway, juz wanna record this down in my blog.

I ALMOST WENT TO SOUL SOCIETY TODAY!

well, sort of. cos was walkin across the road , talking to my friend. its like we thought it was green light but NO. but it felt like la, so when the cars were approachin i was like nah, juz continue walkin , it'll stop de. but WALAO IT WAS COMING STAIGHT ALL THE WAY AND HONKIN! omg. cos its red light. -_- and heard a few sec sch girls say 'retarded le' . bleah! THROW FACE ;_;

anyway called Inoue school today. i passed. but not good! WALAO! haiz but muz blame myself for slacking ba. my written paper was the disaster. hahas. -_-. anyway im juz assuming all papers were upon 100. =X shud be ba? didnt ask.

written pulled me down man. 62.5
oral was 75.4
listenin compre was 100

;_; ;_;

ok la ok la but PASS. juz not so good nia. shall try harder next time , without slackin. have to find a class with people closer to my age.and pls have guys -_- i feel damn awkward la. its like a guy in a girls class. -=(

okie. tats for today.i like the departure accoustic midi.lolz.rockS

10:00 PM;

Sunday, October 30, 2005

title:{ owari desho}

yahooo! 2nd day after my jap exam ended. it felt tiring but good xD after all this long my fear is over. wonder if im able to S or A the paper. but ive been slackin so many B =X My oral abit screwed. but i cud answer la. conversational is no problem! then theres sentence formation in the exam, wow. but nvm, all can ba. wahahah. Was abit taken aback by the presence of a CLOSE PASSAGE. ok not like my homework didnt consist of close passages, but those were 'O' or 'X' kinda answers. this one was to write out the whole ans! hope it did alright.

ok enough of jap le. after jap exam went fareast. wah the peeps there realli damn style. even though they dun look super good. their style makes them eye catchin already. coolness. got a nice burms and shirt whaaha. its juz celebration. I needed it xD

ok i feel more relaxed afterall. i guess ive regained my old self man. it feels good to be back in me. Afterall, its the nick u all used to know. eh?

11:46 PM;

Saturday, October 29, 2005

title:{ nihongo iken desho!}

its JAP EXAM AGAIN. like later. at 3pm. scared sia. i must pass. cos E3 shud still be passable.

Mugged the whole night away. wasted the whole day doing nothing-_- NO SELF DESCIPLINE! BAHH!H!! shud've gone to sch to study, it would have been more productive that way.

Anyway, I MUGGED A WHOLE STACK OF PAPERS! Jap homework sheets, listenin papers, kanji practice sets (thats the thickest killer!). gone thru here and there. bleah i feel as though i was havin Olevel again. xD

oh yeah. good luck suEt! Ur O level. U MUST PASS OKAY!!

later at 12 gonna get FREE DE spaghetti specially made by CJMN aka Siew Fong. xD
Thanks yeah. so H. ;)

yay-ness.

I MUST PASS !

brain's explodin soon. jap is so confusin yet interesting. hehh

4:18 AM;

Thursday, October 27, 2005

title:{ what are you gazing at}

Ok im so not enjoying this hols of mine man!

ITS SO BORING!!!

And many things have happened. WHAT THE!!!

And things change. bleah. seriously i think now i hoped nothing has changed. ;_;

Im slowly pickin myself back up now. after serious analysing, ive been:

-isolating myself naturally
-dreamin of useless things but not doin anything
-chiongin jap ^^;
-becomin a natural ANTI-SOCIAL! I DIDNT EVEN SAY HI WHEN I SEE PPL NOW!!!! EX!!

SO A.S FOR WHAT! EX LA

IM NOT PEIQI =X

ok la. and another thing, im missing all my friends, wherever they are. this hols. feel that ive drifted from most of em, now i feel so lonely! man. all thanks to my AS-ness also la. The feeling of isolation sux! Perhaps people start to hate me? Juz a wild guess.

Ok, anyway. jap exams this saturday! GANBATTE DA YO! hope i dun fail. this time it feels like its a FAILABLE EXAM!!!!! AHH.

But aiya. mug ba. after that exam i muz chiong the tank thing with josh. also hafta PLAY! AND finish JAVA! My one last week. Hope the chalet is good too. better be!

OK CYA GUYS BYE

10:09 AM;

Sunday, October 23, 2005

title:{ Snatch-me-not}

bwahaha. Aint letting Albert snatch back his narcissistic-king title so shall post up narcissistic photos to counter. BOHAHAHAHAHA. taken at 5++AM. ;]

oh yeah. btw. enjoyed 4e1 gatherin yesterday. though it ended abrubtly, i enjoyed every moment. cos being with em was the only thing that mattered. rock on 4e1 =)

the food was. sugoi ne. XD

3:22 AM;

Saturday, October 22, 2005

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A blend of all types of scars hit me.

its something unexplainable.

something which cant be displayed with words

thats what im feeling.

changed a new blogskin. sasuke. the more i see it, the more i feel i am able to relate to him.
-tryin to catch up with people all the time, but needs to take the pain hard long road always.
-given the time consuming road, he constantly feels that he haven grown a bit because people surpass him easily after they tried.
-hatred in him
-hatred leads to inner explosion of emotions
-knows the loneliness no one knows of.

as for the bad part. im not even sure if ill do something which would betray myself to gain power. like him turnin in to orochimaru in exchange for power.

hm tats about all.

i need to develop.
guess ill become a loner kinda guy more and more.
for me, its only one person.

7:34 AM;

Friday, October 21, 2005

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I wanna grow up soon.

I promise...

Very soon ill grow up to a more mature, reliable guy.

-who doesnt joke around foolishly.meaninglessly.
-who doesnt laugh at unfunny things
-who is serious at the correct time.
-who stand strong at his important priorities.

I need to get on with life on my own. burn.
mature up boy. small immature childish boy.

1:17 AM;

title:{ }

dead tired. studied till 4.30am yesterday. am proud of it.

I realise how little time I have left in my life to complete things.

my schedule's gonna be more and more hectic as time goes by, if i make it to U after NS, its be mad blast all the way. I dont know if i even have time to complete my other stuff outside.like my jap. I wanna be able to communicate and write fluently. I dont wanna be takin lessons at tt period man id die. i wanna establish drummin by then. Also my other skills shud be developed by then more or less. my english gotta be improved to a level which aint inferior to others in the workin era.

tomorrows 4E1's class gathering! Ok, maybe its juz me ba. but im excited. but maybe only me. lol im always the only one? Finally get to meet up with my fellow 4e1s. I especially miss krystelle .vanessa. ryan. chinlay. jori. . hmm. the rest still ok la. considerin i do get to see or bump into em. these are the ones i dun realli get to meet de. gonna bring my digicam tmr. maybe nothing much to do. haha swimming? table tennis. or games. O_o. i feel like bringing my laptop to play DTX if im bored. all in all i guess ill juz stick around with em ba. haahas. im cherishing every present. cos once its past, though it'll turn to a sad memory it still stays. my essence of life. ill get it from there. bet i didnt manage to put my feelings into words this time so i guess not many understand what im aimin at.. haha

went to get a jacket at fareast today. brown! oh yeah. i love brown. green somehow doesnt suit me eh. sighh sadness. also got a cool burms.

ok la. i go chiong some jap. im beginning to love jap. eh? =))

ps: sometimes i think im so damn naive about things.guess thats where the small kid in me stays ba. but thats the nic in me. things dont really turn out as i hope anyways cos im too freakin naive. nothin is forever. neither is friendship,love or kinship? sometimes it doesnt matter at all. but oh well. love me hate me kill me slaughter me. this is , ME. charisma.- =P

12:32 AM;

Thursday, October 20, 2005

title:{ another day}

I havent been bloggin for long. have been real busy. anyway. its jap jap and jap these days. aint got time for other things. haf been wanted to ask for a change of class for drum lessons cos James realli . hai. i duno what to say. Simply say he doesnt even bother about me ba i feel. even if im there or not he doesnt care.

He can comment about everyone buut leave me out. he can even group me with those sec2s. -_- IM NOT THAT BAD . i really hate james. i dun like his teaching methods. i dun like the way he use different eyes to see people. actually when i see it , why do teachers nowadays keep favouring their students. no matter how hard other work, that student favoured will stil be praised and so on. that happens alot. in poly as well. and the marks they get/ credits? can be the same as those hu strive so hard. Unfair isnt it. this ugly world.

Hard work doesnt mean everything. people need chances and natural talents to really get it to the top. thats y many of us feel like a joke made from god.

anyway. 4e1's gathering is soon. this saturday. am goin to see my fellow classmates again. i DO MISS 4e1s. the onli 4e1 i get in contact with is ryll and traces. the rest are majority in JCs. or NYP. miss em.

I wonder what i should cook man. i might whip up a contaminated/ halfcooked item =X . then die.

haha.

shall go mug again. ciao

12:17 AM;

Friday, October 14, 2005

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looks like, once it rains and stops, it never lasts long for rains and storms are the main factors of my life. this is how i feel my life is cursed

my mum juz came in while i was watchin anime. then she said she always had to keep food left over for me. and she is irritated ba. can see from her eyes. and she says: from today onwards she will count me out of the family.

its a joke ba.she asked me if i was goin back for dinner this afternoon.I REMEMBERED CLEARLY.i think the same thing happened yesterday too ba.

sometimes its not me thats a wet blanket nt joinin u guys for dinner. i get this shit from my family when im at home.

my dad. hes juz too stress at work. all he wants to do is rest. the matter abt me n my mum, he tells me to control,tolerate for she is like that. not supposed to talk back. or she might juz leave.

a child has limits too. now its gettin worst.im blamed for things i did not do.

so tellin things like tt in my face nowadays, hafta tolerate? I cant dad.

i noe u dun have time to care.

i dun noe what my mum is thinking.

perhaps the family will be scattered soon ba. sorry if i become a cold person. it might happen.

people hu lost their their will to live , they are no different from a walkin corpse.

so this is what my fate is. i have good frenx, i have to sacrifice my kinship . pawn it away? forcefuly its taken away.

I reali detest life now.

i believe theres no more love between my parents. why give birth to me when they have no love.they have committed a sin. BE LOCKED UP .

Mentally tormented. i feel trapped. juz like i always have.
why is my life so fuckin suay.

i feel the pain.

next time if i wanna snap. i hope ill be havin a knife in hand. a kitchen knife?
I wont die in the house dun worry.
I wont let my bro see me. Im not that irresponsible to damage a childs mentality.

Il find an isolated place to die.
heheh.

its sad.havin friends. but they have no power to do anything. but dun feel bad. life's like this. singaporean children are born to suffer. fucked up adults are made thru sufferings. let this world be destroyed. let the meteor hit it ba.

im goin to go mad one day. if my mum decided to leave the house one day from now on, i will let her n not stop her. though i still have love for my mum, if she insists. stop her for what. i believe most things are meant to be learnt the hard way. i wun do what i did in p6 anymore. i heck it. if my bro cant take it then he shud go stop her. ill stay out of it.

ya and once my dad told me he'll walk out too if hes damn tired.

better think of ways to support myself.and my bro?
this is the cruel fate.

cos u see.people are molded like tt due to their families. quit those shit of being good parents, look at urselfs first before u look at ur children.

I GIVE UP.

1:45 AM;

Thursday, October 13, 2005

title:{ }

Gaara: You're Gaara of the Desert. A very distant
person, you probably don't like to get close to
people. You have love on your head,but hate in
your heart.

8:51 AM;

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

title:{ I feel.}

Pain is getting in. I dont know why. I just dont know how. this time its real. I feel that pain in my heart. Could it be that ive pushed myself too hard till i fall over a cliff should someone blow a slight breeze at me.

When i enter dohbygaud these day. I feel it. I REALLY FEEL IT.

I cant hide it.

cant conceal it.

whats this freaking pain in my chest. it hurts too deep.i lose my composure. i lose any energy which filled me. WHAT EXACTLY IS HAPPENING.

why am i takin slight and unsignificant things so seriously.

I start to ALWAYS walk off discreetly and wander off to somewhere quiet.

WHATS GOTTEN INTO ME.
It has come to a stage i dun even noe how to cry to relieve.

WHATS MY PROBLEM.

Deep down inside. im already bleeding..

Deep down.ive driven myself to my limits.

Deep down. determination,strivings,power and fire. they've all been sealed into darkness.

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING...I never wanted it to be this way.
most likely il continue to drift behind. blindly ill walk an old dusty path of life.

unknowingly. i have lost a reason for existing.

3:42 PM;

Friday, October 07, 2005

title:{ }

life is a flow of sadness and suspense

lying above a pile of dust

feeling the breeze brush by.

feeling from inside,

partially submerged into a pool of larva

yet covered with a heap of snow.

energy torn apart

vulnerability breaks apart in you.

the endless recurring road..

10:30 PM;

Thursday, October 06, 2005

title:{ CMI}

Destroy every trace of something you cant have.

Let it vanish into thin air in your world

Create an illusion of it never existing

Fight your thoughts

Fight your fears.

Fight your heart

Fight yourself

All that there is left is pure ruins of despair.

ill give up on some things to spare myself from so many other things. i dont expect anyone to understand what im thinking cos in the first place i cant say i understand anyone one else either. I only understand myself. My life is mine. What ways do you have to share it?

i hope im not goin insane soon.

i have many friends who care. but if im not caring about myself, its of no use for them to care. but i continue to cherish them.

i duno what im thinking

today when i went up an escalator and decided to go down the other escalator, i felt as though it was moving in the direction oposing me.for a fact that escalator wasnt even working. am i going mad....

i walk around alone. i needed to be alone. but it seemed i didnt really have the strength to. ive lost my faith i felt i was gonna drop.

even typin an sms seemed a load for me to do. i sat alone in a quiet area. i couldnt cry. i couldnt smile. i couldnt feel.

ps: sorry sf. i cud have ruined ur day unknowingly. to hell with me , im sorry.!

guess i showed too much of emotions to you today. i didnt know it would bring me to such limits.

i really wonder whats wrong with me these days. even crossing a road nowadays, i hope a car would come by and knock me down dead one day. yet halfway im confused wether i really wanted it to happen.

im a quitter.

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im not pessimistic. im juz feeling faithless. its a different thing. mind you.

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for now till then. ill think about all my friends words. see if can see what im looking for.

11:22 PM;

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

title:{ }

calmed down abit. listenin to FlyToTheSky now. Kpop and Jpop realli rocks. I can feel many feelings when they sing. though i dont thouroughly understand what their saying, the feelings they put inside their songs totally convey their very own specialised message to you. hai. such things might bore u guys so u all can close my blog now.

I realise i needed someone to talk to afterall. I dont really have some one whom i can totally open up to. am i too boring. i am perhaps. i realise my problems are always in my head no matter whhat. u might tell me u'll always be here. you'll always be there for me. you'll always lend a hearing ear. you can find me whenever u are troubled. all i would do would be , a smile, a thank you. and id feel touched. but that'll be all. as usual, everyone is caught up in their world, all their troubles. why do u still bother them. and not forgetting people cant always be by your side. nice things come, but they do go too. same for humans. everyone around you has to leave one day. imagine how many promises have already been brokened when you tell ur friend u'll always be there for them. can u? Do you have the power to. ur not god. not someone with super natural powers. so dun mean what u say. cos it wont happen.

Im blogging now cos i really need to let out. as usual, i feel ive onli my blog to talk to. i cant turn to my dear bros, my close frenx, my online friends, my closest sec sch buddies. none. i think i feel lonely myself.

i realise i dont really have many friends from my class together with me. only cheryll, in TP accounts business sch. othr than that, my class people are either in nyp or all in different JCs. I really miss them. Sometimes when i visit my class website, i see how they are now through the pictures taken and posted up. I wonder how it would be like if i were there with them. would it be still fun to see each other in school.. I wonder if we would come together and hang out after school. maybe mug together? haha i miss mugging, for those kinda science subjects. I would be stressed out too i noe. promos are would be at my doorstep now. I wouldnt be bloggin le. hahas

jori like totally dissapear le. damn busy i gues. but at least met up with him on teachers day. things are so diff. akarad le.. hm, i think ill still see him soon one la. no worries. ryyan. haha that guy is so damn busy he seems to have vanish from singapore. i dun even bump into him in town or anything. when people take up something and persue their dreams, theres always things you got to give up. maybe hanging out is the thing he chose to give up. so hes damn busy now , with sch and training for top canoeist.right? lol

I noe ive also met alot of ppl now . in tp, the dm gang. in tp i have my argonites! my c116. most importantly josh and lex. i dowana admit it but im really fearing whats gonna happen soon. would the class be split up.. ive nv felt such intense warmness of a class. where we crap and chill together. maybe the relations kinda lame la, but its the forgin of bonds that count. i love c116g man. i guess i should zhi zu ba. at least my class is together in intsc. compared to others, i still have the chance to work with em. im afraid ill need to split with lex and josh la. next sem. what if i become a loner in the other class.. haiz. or maybe lex n josh gam gam tio same class, then im in diff class. maybe ill be forgotten . =((

I feel the urge to take a class pic.

i gave dawnie this set of phrases .

maybe i should give em to myself as well.

No one can stop the flow of time,
but a picture kept inside a heart will always be there.
and deep down it will be displayed
and it would forever touch the heart
sweetly,
bitterly.

thats why i wan a class photo now. i wan it to activate that perfect picture in my heart. i wan that memory to stay.

realise this post is another long one. haha. but thanks to it i feel less troubled inside. i wonder what i would do without this blog. perhaps one day i might go mad. i might turn to wierd means of relieving my pressure and unknown troubles inside myself.

I feel like im telling things to my blog .haha. like chatting with it now.

anyway, my jap teacher is gone le. maruyama sensei. hope shes well and happy. i think i havent realli communicated with her. ive not really communicated with my whole jap class anyway. for the teacher cos is jap ba. and i duno what to say. my class is all girls now lo. i regret joinin E3 class, my 2 frenx, fadzhan and jerome all gone le. left me, the only guy there. i feel damn lonely . haix. i dun have topics with the girls lo. some so old in U, some duno from where. nothing to talk about. i feel like im treated differently like that. nic says he will join advance with me. isit? or which level? But i dowana be in this class anymore after E3 le. i dont like this class. really got nothing to tok to them. i feel so wierd sitting in the room , the onli guy. feel uneasy. haiz. every movement i also feel awkward. dots sia.

haiz. off topic again. i wonder why always i try to stay at home i would end up goin out le. no self descipline ba. and when i play i seem to keep playin DM . after every stage failed, i feel like playin more, end up putting credits. argh. what the hell is wrong wif me!!sickenin behaviour.

ok change topic again ba. yesterday suet asked me if i were to have a girlfriend what type of girl i would want. i answered, eyes must be nice sparkling, then the rest of the aspects muz average at the standards jiu can le. i wan a simple girl. =)) more like i think i want a simple life ba. i dun seem to have a love life, not now, not any soon. dun ask me go find la, it should come naturally. im waiting for how many decades for something like that to happen. yet i dont wan unnatural things. Am i such a bad guy? No one likes me ma? =( haha. haiz but im not as lucky as kenneth and suet who got thuings naturally coming all of a sudden. i think i still have to wait for my time to come. im waiting...=(

suet says i shudnt yet cos she might feel she has lost a bd. but then i also feel i lost a bj . ^^ i feel same as da cheryl le. haha. but i stick to my principles, i dont like to interfere with other peoples lifes. it gets annoying . thats why i also have to restrict myself from calling anyone unless i really cant stand it. cos i dowanna be so fan to people. they might think im a nuisance and noisy and irritating guy keep calling to chat. dowanna mafan them to think of excuses also . bleahhhhh

HAhas. haix duno what to talk about now. flytothesky still playing on my player. missing u is the song. the song was copied by energy last time sia. i feel its damn unfair la, shortly after they came out this new hit album, energy translated it into chinese and sang it. and they gain popularity, singaporeans of cos majority start to sing the chinese song and hum to the chinese song. whereas they noe nothing about FlyToTheSky. I juz hate plagarism la. And energy increased their popularity cos the song was so damn nice a tune which nv fails to attract listeners.

Chinese people. haiz. anyway the mtv for their song, what i deduce should be about a guy who misses his lover. well, but shes dead le. the guy feels damn sad and whenever he wakes up alone , hes in a daze. he goes to her cemetry , sits there and "spends" the day with her. its like that for days. haha. but i feel such things onli happen in fairytale like dramas la.

ok le. i think ive talked enough. shall go do my jap h/w now.

11:17 PM;

title:{ myqdr}

haiz. broke again. always at the start of the month jiu broke le. then suffer and kiam for the rest of the month. cant stand it anymore la! haix

then realise the stupid drum course is now $78 +. WTF!

teach so slow still become so ex. SO WHAT IF STEP 1 NOW WE LEARN SO FREAKIN LESSER THAN A CLASS WHICH STARTS LATER THAN US. MR JAMES I DN HAVE SUCH FORTUNE FOR U TO WASTE BY TEACHIN SO SLOWLY.

my mum is all along quite against me learnin drum le. what have i learnt all this while. so many months yet im juz at lesson 2 of the book. i wonder what kind of joke is james tryin to play. im at my wit ends le.. really. i wanna learn drums, but it juz seems i dont have that kind of fate FUCK THIS WORLD LA FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCKIT!

sigh.

should i quit... all my mum does is come up to me and tell me and advice me to stop drum lessons. " What for u go and PLAY those thing". ya. DRUMS TO HER IS PLAYING. NOTHING to her. SHE DOESNT EVEN UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF PASSION. ya so what. passions dont count in the society what. what can drummers do in singapore right.RIGHT. cant earn a living. so what if its an interest , a passion. it costs so much. it doesnt pay u. =(( isnt this juz like restricted dream. u dont have the right to persue it..

haiya. forget it. i dont have fate with anything but fate to meet alot of sorrows. i should jolly well stop being the coward i am. ill let people laff and i should feel happy about it. i wanna live more freely .

maybe i should quit DM too. so costly. i dun think i even wanna eat out when i play DM . i dun even think eating shud be on the list of expenditure. DM already so sucky, i also cant catch the beat, play so fast. so what if i do good in some songs. everyone can do better . im like wastin away all my $.

BROKE TO THE LIMITS LA. i hate my life. suay.

what for i go all out that night to wait for this 2 vacancies and feel so damn pathetic and scared.

cheryll quited drum lessons in e end anyway. i think she made the right choice.

what for wait so long and go all out for a course which costs more and more and u gain lesser than anyone else.A LAGGIN CLASS. which a FUCKIN TEACHER HU THINKS HE IS TEACHIN SO RIGHT. let his students get laughed at for their slow speed ba. how many months have u taught? I started at about start of jan or feb. NOE WHERE I AM NOW IN BOOK ONE? PAGE 19.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

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juz came back from melodie's chalet. Ryll and her have the same birthdate! =O

So anyway, happy bday to u! (both)

chalet was ok la. juz eat, eat, eat,EAT.

and crap. then eat. and PSP! COOL. got the tai ko no tatsujin game. xD

saw Yuliana in the same chalet area de, but didnt go call her. shes like inside the room with rowdy guys. wierd goin in to say hi.LOL.but its been long since ive seen her.

listenin to Dead eyed dick-new age girl again.LOL

I FREAKIN FUKIN MISS FOC!! ;_;

I think FOC is like a dream ba. a dead down beautiful dream. I agree sia. its TPSU's tool as well as a SUPER FAKE EXPERIENCE for an entry into Temasek Poly.lol. totalli fools us, for most of us freshies would agree , it seems so damn fun.the people are all so fun loving and wacky and high la. but its not like that when u start school. bleah. totally different. the orientation for schools shows u part of it le.BLEAH.

but its a beautiful come meaningful and useful experience . coz it instills alot of things in you. i think its there where i learnt to be more sociable and open up. where i find that st pat's guys not all are er.. snobbish. =X LOL k jkjk. i dun think that in the first place.HAHAHAHAHAHAH. then a startoff where u get to meet people all over singapore.students from all kinds of schools with different school cultures. its like a mass cultural exchange, both between sec schs and wif tp students. the gls ba. haha and one more thing. THE GLS ARE ALL SHUAI AND CHIO people in school =X. thats my first impression la. and they look damn cool no matter what. open people ba. hahas

ARGHHH WHY IS FOC SO FUN ;_; i miss it . missing it. misses it. MISSED IT. still missing. missing even more. hope this year's foc [urgh.. still have one sem isit.;_; ]is as fun or even more fun ba. cant believe actually, a 3day 2 night camp can hold such a strong effect on people.

And jam and hop. and mixing with the freshies. and playin games like oo baby ahh baby.=X. and left leg inner thigh game. and miss TP . and muscle man game. and.. and.. BAHHHHH. FOR NOw till then i shall prepare for the upcoming FOC. haha. hope i get in GL. then join ARGONITES. bwahahaha

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