agnore.

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we won meridian 29-2 at floorball. sir offered us cranberry bread that he made- good stuff. teacher's day coming up on tues, and we've got all these brilliant pretty tinkering ideas, but there's no time and no one to prepare them i bet. i had a whole day of meetings in church, and its draining me. time for a refill. refuel. all these bits of information are so disjointed and random, but that's what u get when a whole week rushes by you without giving you time to slot all the million activities into individual slots called 'days'. had o-team programmes meeting. thinking up the games would be multimillion dollar fun. my grp consists of kevin marcjo mingkai kayhwee desmond bern shireen. it shld be scrumptious stuff. make me a better person.

everything's falling down too fast, the ground's sinking before time allows it to settle firmly on the ground. a never-sinking clawed feather of chores.

hway-o.

agnore.

arts isn't all about trying

its about winning.

floorball girls got the gold yesterday!! euphoria am really really proud of the arts girls. they came down to train on thursday and their formation on friday was superb, defence was tight with constant covering, passes were accurate and across the court, goals were fantastic. wanted to go out for dinner with them but ytd my dad insisted that i went home immediately cos they got dinner for me already. anyhow, we arranged a lunch date with them- arts floorball team. we so rock! ahaha. not so modest but nvm.
i shall wallop hannah one day. stupid rockclimbing incident i will so kill her. (just kiddin.)
floating around before reality settles in thickly and i have to work through the fog of history and cram it all into 4 essays due next week.

burnt.on a stake?

tee hee went swimming on sunday under the gaudy sun for 5 hours, wanting to reclaim my tan and got more than what i bargained for. i am sunburnt. hurts like crap. yes and i went shopping, bought 2 skirts and a top and mom got me a bag. before i shave off my account i had better stop (after tmr, i will. tmr is shopping day with cherie to get our cell members n friends presents. i've counted 8 prez to settle. oh gosh this is an insurmountable task.) have faction meeting at 1pm in sch after which i'll be meeting cherie at 3, afterwhich i'll join our class at 7pm for dinner. where does homework fit in? no where. and pardon me, sleep fits in now. adieu.

reading Davinci's code. some of it is blasphemous. like constantine. and married Jesus. but most of it is thrilling gripping stuff if i overlook the religious details and untruths in the glaring light of my beliefs. why should i believe a book a single man has written as compared to the bible that has been found by centuries historians and historic archaelogists to be impeccable, and has been written by numerous authors all giving different accounts to the same thread of truth? blasphemy, i call it.

please please

whoopee! the goal the goal the goal!!! floorball training today! i scored! finally! heheh. and i assisted too! yay jubilee this is great i hope the high doesnt die down oh please please dont let this be the last time
'go sleep! dont disturb daryl, the light's too bright' please la. he doesnt even know im at the com, being in deep dead slumber, think he knows the light is on? just one of my sister's bossy bad moods where she thinks shes the queen of the universe with the supreme duty of ordering people around her proud pinkie. retarded. im sitting in this chair and Not budging. prfft.
i got a chocolate today, for being the goalie ytd hehe. so funny. doesnt that give me further incentive to be the goalie? cos a goalie's job is to get whacked by the ball and block the ball/ make a save as a result. and this fella felt sorry (or kind) n gave me dove chocolate today for amends. how weird. (or kind). :/

anyhow, tmr's start of ntl day holiday. hehe. yippee! we be painting the class tmr. but normally after a high of flurry and excitement, the cardboard crumbles in a crash. oh please please let this be a good weekend, good fun with erica sarah and ashley, good fun w adele, gd fun with cherie...with God.
how do u fit into the picture? show me! im sorry for being blasphemous.have i been? groan.

a sonnet

sonnet #31



THY bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Which I by lacking have supposèd dead;
And their reigns love, and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved I vew in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

mirror

i should be glad. there was ifg floorball training today. i tried goal keeping for the first time +glee. finally got round to editing the template. trying to go into black and white now, for simple reasons. wonder who i'll get to work with during orientation. i do think film and photographs take away a part of me. the part of me that doesn't know how the rest of me looks like to the rest of the world. through the captured sequence i get to see me the way others see me, not through a mirror, or a reflection. and that's weird. the way your voice sounds different to yourself as to others. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to believe.
Laurence J. Peter
Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953), in Rayner Heppenstall, Four Absentees (1960)
And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of.
William Shakespeare

dismirrored.