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Friday, January 29, 2010

the people keeping me from driving my head into a wall right now are haneef, sheena, yi jun, wei ren, whom i spend most of my school hours with, and also sara, thiong ho, all my other classmates, and anne marie, whom i dearly miss.

i need to meet with you more often than what we're achieving now, anne!

i opened my heart and realised only now that it had been closed the whole of last year. throughout the stages of my life, i have been dependent on only one person at a time, almost never more than that. in secondary school i had ling yu, in jc1 i had anne marie, and needed no one else. it dawned on me this year that i have very pleasant people in my life, and my classmates are actually pretty pleasurable to be with. i hope this will be a blessed year for everyone :)

it's a little late(thank god we're still in January), but i finally have some new year resolutions!
1. be a kinder person
2. become socially adequate
3. ex(c)el in floorball and be valuable to the team
4. celebrate all my friends' 18th birthdays (sorry palmer..)
5. attempt all tutorials on my own
6. eat only when necessary/hungry
7. be skinny
8. cab to school not more than twice a week
9. manage anger
10. ALL As for 'A' levels

ONZ CHERYL

Give the go-ahead for your heart
to strip naked. The trees
are covered with flowers,
while you vision white petals
flying out of you like
blowing blizzard down the playground,
down a field where weed-flowers
are the tiny palms of hands. You

see their faces that say, "We
are pictures of the sun for no one
but you. Our fathers and mothers
are a single motet, scored
for trillion voices. Come and sing,
be rich. Come, go exactly
half the distance to madness. Touch
our fragrant lips.

-- Tim Bellows

she's not here @

9:07 PM