It’s just me.

(photos from previous practical here.)

Our second practical was at the botanical gardens. Wah.. it’s been ages since I last visited. Not much of a change there (serene.. tranquil.. beautiful.. as usual).. just that it looked smaller to me this time round. A santuary? The only problem that fails it’s ’sanctuary’ reputuation for me is that it’s too humid! Almost died of being trapped in my own perspiration. The national orchid gardens is really impressive though, where we took most of the shots.

Went swimming again with Bin last friday. The wheather was scotching. You know, the trauma from the last sun burn experience got me frightened.. I was perpetually swimming underwater whenever the sun is up. Then the pei cai kids came along. The sky was just right for other strokes.. so we did some butterfly. Didn’t mean to show off.. but I really need to flex those butterfly wings.. before they fossilize and drop off..XD. Managed 15 laps this time.. up by 5.. aiming for 20 the next.

Physics pracs are always a lot of fun! Hahaz.. all our funny little try outs with the apparatus, esp with Ah Beng around. The multimeter seems to be my favourite! It’s a funny site though.. to see the group of us fixing crocodile clips on our heads.. hahaz..

Unexpected victory at the Dragon Boat Fun Race. Came in forth in the grand finals, only behind kayak racing teamS and dragon boat team. Well done guys..=D

Life’s as usual.. just..

In addressing how and why we should build ‘our’ neighbourliness..
Principal: If you want to chit chat, chit chat in school
Students: OOO…
Principal: If you want to coax somebody, coax in school
Students: Huhh!?

Good friday was spent at the K box @ suntec, with Mr Tay Justin Marcus Joel XS and Beng. First time with the mic proved a disaster.. hahaz. The amplified voice was so loud I just couldn’t ehar myself. I’m sure it sounded really off man.. Anyways I’m still looking forward to a second trip.. hehe. Oh yeah.. thanks Mr Tay for the treat!

Had photog practical @ Arab St this morning. Instructor said our photos must be based on a theme. So I spent much of the time contemplating on which one to choose instead.. lolz. Then my masterpieces turned out to have a more abstract concept than having to be reflective of what’s there.. haiz. Let’s hope I can pass this assessment.

I don’t know. But this song just links me back to you. I thought they’ve been deleted, erased for good, for eternity. But all the sentiments are restored once again, as the song plays on and on, deep within. Nearly two years on.. you’re still here.. and I just can’t stop feeling guilty at the fact that I’m unable to give my undivided attention to the subsequent one that came along.. I think that’s enough.

(Gotta thank Fly for letting me have the Canon 350D over the weekend =D. Chalet’s pics here)

Busy day. Had photog training cum outdoor night shoot at shaw tower. Ran off half way through so that I could get there in time for the erm.. left over food at least. Hahaz no lah. You bet mann I was dead tired by then.. nearly dozed off on the way there. Well… if not for the sake of 4/6’s class chalet..-_-. I made it a point to be there, not because I paid.. but really, it’s about catching up with the group of dudes who’re close enough to call themselves a family of 4/6sians, even if it’s just seeing them for a second. It’s about being back in a comfort zone.

Since coming to college, I haven’t felt a sense of truth around me. Tried hard as I might have, though, to forge close friendships, it never happenS. People are just too busy fending for themselves to care. They can forget about trying to, beacuase it’s just too obvious, as I feel. I mean.. yeah I’ve made many friends, but they all seem so superficial, so not genuine. Confined in such a ‘dangerous’ setting and facing with so much stress.. perhaps that’s why I’ve been craving for solitude these days. My god I just feel so emptily heavy. Time was just spent contemplating upon nothing. And it’s really a wonder the fact that I could still scrape through the block test with straight Cs and even made it to the top 50%, with such unworthy efforts.. WTH.

The bus passed by PRCS on the way home. And I can’t help realising how cruel life is to never make things you cherish last forever. Well it’s not as if it has a choice.. and it’s sad, even depressing, to learn. That’s why I never like ‘happily ever after’ endings. Happy times don’t last.. just like life doesn’t. It ends with it, inevitably…

。。。应该只在乎曾经拥有。。。

Today’s an interesting day.

Here’s some interesting facts about this interesting day:

Ha
Had a wierd dream, which got me so deep in my lala land that i awoke to find it’s 8.30am when I was supposed to be at potong pasir then. The snooze feature wasn’t even working on me.

HaHa
Fly accidentally formatted the CF card while selecting pictures to represent in the amazing race*.

WaHaHa
Moc’s pants (you know, the part that covers the half moons? yeah.) tore while attempting to climb over the fence into SAJC. Fortunately though (XD), a girl was kind enough to sacrifice the pants she was wearing (inside the skirt) for him!

WaHaHaHa
I actually mistook bus no. 153 for 81. So instead of heading for Pasir Ris, I was sent to Hougang.. lolz..!!! I mean, how was it possible that I couldn’t tell the difference!? I was sure I saw 81…
Now that’s what you get when you have chuppa chups for breakfast and twisties for lunch.
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You are dead, for some reason. And I insisted on having your remains be in my room, to accompany me when I sleep. I couldn’t see you; you’re no longer there. But I needed to feel your presence to feel right. Your physical being isn’t what I’m after, but your soul. Then Pillai was saying that he could see you condemning me. I didn’t really care. Subconsciously, I had a strong urge to give my life for yours, to make you living again. Well it’s just a dream after all. Some things aren’t that easy to forget, but I will, by any means.

A friend was telling that I was eligible. And I just don’t know what distorted my thinking then when I was choosing the desired college; SA is so much better than NY. Its campus. Its people. Its culture. Its uniform. Its standards. Its thoughts. Even on a lazy saturday, the SA spirit was prevalent a couple of yards away from the school compound. I want to study in an institute that’s more liberal and happening, over one that’s comparitively traditional and dull, just like how SA versus NY…Sigh. Come to think of it, NY isn’t that bad after all. There’re many things I’ve learnt, many friends I’ve met, which I owe it to NY for having.

*The amazing race is a joint event between SAPS and NYPS, initiated by SAPS–They sure are a very hospitable host.