it begins

hey everyone and welcome to my new blog. it's very sketchy still, cos i havent gotten to screwing around with it yet. heh. but anyways enjoy it cos its main purpose is to entertain [you and myself] with all the shit that goes on around us. heh. i'll also try to make sure dat it won't die and fade away like my first blog. and yes, get that "i dun believe you" look off your face, dezhi, teck heng and tan long. ahaha.

OOOKAY today was the briefing for OGLs [pronounce O-GEE-els], or orientation group leaders for next year's orientation. wah it was REALLY weird. first, they refused to use the mike, then speak so softly. then came all the "we are one team! there is no such thing as a house oteamer, or council oteamer, or school oteamer, and we will all be treated equally." thing, which makes you think hmmm look at all the O-Comm exco positions all seem to come from one group of people one who ah who ah. next there everyone tried to introduce themselve but it turned into a whoop let's make myself cool and entertain everyone by telling them my fictitious hobby. wah lao you must really go and see the look on bridget's face man. DAMN FUNNY almost like just's hair SHIT [self slapping]. sigh. i really pity nina and charles ah... but i'm sure it'll all work out at the end. we are not suay people, we have good luck. PIAH AH it will all work out one.

bloody hell feel damn beng and angsty today. CHEE SIN AH

before the oteam meeting we had maths makeup lecture and i forgot to bring my mascara. AHAHA GET IT MAKEUP LECTURE [dodge slap from bridget] but anyways go there also a bit waste time only. only clap whenever people come in late, and halfway through i had to go toilet to pick up teck heng cos he was late and hum chee to go in himself. you sissyboy. but then mark from 01B came in at 10.30 though when the lecture ended. OK DAT WAS DAM OFF. after the lecture we den kena suan for our disgusterous results... quite funny actually. OK LAH OK LAH my maths suck can. knn. bah humbug. i want to get maths tuition. really. REALLY. ok maybe not.

SHIT CHINESE AO ON MONDAY V SCARY AS BAD AS PW

wah the AQ training was mutha xiong. still aching like mad. cannot even bathe properly, can't reach my back. and friday still got lah SEE4 AH SEE4 AH. really unfit can die. but I WILL PIAH AHAHAHA AI PIAH JIA EH EYA and den i will run faster and farther than all of you combined. yes even you sooky AHAHAHA

OKAY SHIT I NEED TO STOP MY BENGNESS AND CRAPPING but cannot lah just watch the jack neo show about buying 4-D. li guo huang is really BENG how did he get married. shit la i should go watch the korean show my mom is watching but i dun like the guy. I WANNA WATCH FULL HOUSE aigoo aigoo.

yeah... oh and here's a poem i wrote like yesterday. pro right can write for no reason. ahahaha knn lah beng write wad poem.

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White Tiles

In the sky, the wind, wild as words spoken by the one,
Whom I love, who loves me, tears the white tiles
Off the roof of our house, and blows you away,
And lashes me with rain like the tears that drip from our lashes,
When we yawn, when we laugh or when we cry.

In the heart of the pine-grove,
The pines are whipped by the same wind
That made the pine-scent sweet, but the pine-needles sharp,
Bitter and uncomfortable.

And the pines are dear to me and close to my heart;
I planted them, with your help, and made them grow,
Till they are rooted deep in the heart of the grove.

It is the same storm that happens, at the same place,
At the same time of the year.

As the tiles blow off one by one by the spoken winds,
I kneel, and look for the one who made them blow
Who was the only one who could stop it.

In the heart of the pine-grove,
You seem to appear, yet when I reach for you,
You shimmer away like the silent image of a dream.
The pines yearn for you, and the grove-heart pines too.

In the sky, the wind, whispering words, brushes the white tiles
Gently off the roof that hid me. It is night, and the fires burn above
Warm, soft as the springy pine-bed, as you speak softly to me.
I wrap myself in you, in the dream, as you walk slowly away,
While I walk towards the house with the white tiles we once had.

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wah cheem right? i wrote this after reading CAD [Carol Anne Duffy] write the poem "Miles Away". very nice, read already got the sim tia just like after hearing bogo shipta [dezhi this is the korean song that is now stuck in YOUR HEAD AHAHAHA evil leer].

okokokok im done.

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