A Colourful Life of Colourful People

Monday, August 01, 2005

Happy Birthday Mama!
today was lame. stoning day. in fact i think i stone daily=.=||| first period was pe and i forgot to bring my shirt so tingting accompanied me and as we were browsing through the notice boards of various CCAs, we saw..*rolls eyes* a very very nice picture of a very very good-looking, sweet, charming and shuai guy. *VOMITS*. kidding. so tingting and i were looking forward to somebody layering his hair, IF his mother sponsors.
next was english. boring english as tingting sat with me and we discussed. i told her i didn't have the courage. recess dawn and i went down, ate and went up =.=chemistry was like...jinkee kept talking and i couldn't understand peter tan. maths, boring yet fun. i am crazy la. lunch went up to the roof top once again. physics...*Yawn* the teacher always zao sia and talks somewhat like an indian. laugh and laugh. last period was music and miss yeo was singing horribly..stayed in school don't know for what, laid at the rooftop chatting, looking at the sky. i enjoy that. seriously. ok, so we were waiting for those taking part in the toot-pig competition which was obviously CMI, one kg also couldn't support but we won the prize for the best design. walked to central, ate mr bean, sat there makan, and thanks kuolyn for waiting for the train with me. ^^thanks dear.=P
a person, once commented, that singaporeans when blogging, are writing crap.i admit, while the europeans are writing about the war in iraq, we rubbish. but that is only to a certain extent, reason being some DO, in fact,write about meaningful stuff. take mr lee (victor lee la duh) for example. while some sbmy seniors write about stuff that make me reflect and think. properly.some blog for fun, some blog as a diary, etc. Blogging may be a hobby, an addiction, but i do believe different people have their different styles of writing which they are comfortable with. can you imagine walking into every single blog and they're talking about serious matters? no one will like blogging.
school was, as you can see, sucky. not because of the large campus that makes us climb so much stairs, not because of friends, not because of teachers, but because of the problems. i do admit i am a coward--i dare not take up the challenge again, to be hurt again. i am scared. i no longer have faith between the both of us.
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I had a real good time @ 6:46 PM
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