founder's day.

can anyone tell me what's founder's day? a day to celebrate the founder's birthday or just something to commemorate that person? how many of us actually appreciates the work that the person had put into for the school. that's a question i pose to all of you out there.

mine, mass was the celebration for it. there they are, marists, cursing and swearing, some aloud, some sliently in their hearts, wondering why they had to go for the celebrations. was it really necessary to force all the students into it. even if the teachers did, will the students enjoy the celebrations. i think not my dear friend. all of them, students, marists or not, would rather take off, have fun. rather than wasting thier time in the pathetic hall of the school. cramped. sleepy. and humid. all these factors aggrevate their dissatisfaction towards the school. perhaps, a few of them in there, might take time to wonder about their school's founder, but i doubt ever seriously. me, i am guilty of my own conduct too. laugh my friend, laugh.

next question. school's mass. they hold it to celebrate somewhat a catholic event. i have no idea whats the event. so, the students up on the stage, singing their songs, a proof of love towards their god. does their god really knows that they are singing? or is there even one up there? i believe not my dear friend. for me, i believe its fate. this fate of ours, was already drawn out, written out onto something even before we were even born. perhaps we are in some kind of puppet show, where greater beings, not in this universe, maybe even the universe was created by them, puppet us. can it be the truth? sounds familiar? matrix it sounds like. but its not what i have in mind. i mean, e could have been born out, just to act out what was written on our lives. we just don't know that. how strange. i too believe not all can be explained by science. ghosts, and so on, maybe they are real. we just turn a blind eye to them. perhaps we are not in the same dimension as them? strange facts of life i ponder.

okay. description of today's events. did a test on relative velocity. passed up a empty paper. seriously empty. endured through the celebrations. *stupid singers. its propaganda i tell you* hit the gym. gym was great. it always has been. tired out now.

death. its only a beginning of another life. i hope.- me

class photos.

*whistles* yestarday was class photo taking! haha. everyone was like, uh, excited about it! first reason, this is our last year! in that lousy place next to mount vernon crematoriom. it was bad that we had to miss out tze peng. heard he's sick, and in hospital. poor fellow. *prays for him*

well, you could term all of us(the hiao guys in the class) as metrosexuals. guess what we did. most of us came into class in the morning with hair so outrageous! spiked, flat, side, you name it, you got it. me, erm, was one of them too. gel-ed my hair. which was a rare sight in school. so, good for my classmates! *winks* the toilet was full of people. the smell of gel, wax, and all sorts of sculpting lotions would fill your nostrills as you close into the proximity. (the familar smell of loreal enters my nose) hmmm. you could see, everyione staring the mirror, fondling with their hair, doing some last minute adjustments to look their best. its a funny sight. Never will you expect that boys can be as hiao as char bos. i stood there, together with my mirror kakis, making sure that every detail of the hair was perfect. haha. phototaking was over in less than a minute. sad. did a lot of imformal poses. like the fleming's right hand rule.. balh blah blah.

today photo was individual. didn't bother to gel up my hair this time. too lazy to do so. just put on my contacts. it was  just putting on the school coat. boring! heh. spent about an hour trying to wrap her present. in the dark too. well, not exactly in the dark. there was light. but not bright. like the cosy light you have in living rooms. yeah. my wrapping sucks. i kow it. people knows it. so pardon me will you? it was hard work though. slept at 12.30am. cool right. *yawnz* spent school quite well though. passed my geog test. thats good. chem practical was abit off the charts. chemicals spilling all around. especially the stupid potassium manganate. argh. its purple and it stains! *curses* maths lesson was used to talk to my friends about pokemon! haha. lame but, yeah. did some catching up on some old past time. went toa payoh to study for a while with my two friends. in actual fact, was waiting to see her to pass her the present. its her birthday! *congrats, you're 16* can go watch nc-16 movies liao lorz. *swears* haiz. mine have to wait for another 5 months! sad. got some good news. dentist said confirmed taking out braces in another two months. yay! finally. after 3 odd years. it has been a tough time la. with my braces and everything. finally....

beauty need not come from the person. it may come from the things the person does.- me

being poetic.

if you have seen spiderman 2, peter parker was reading up on poems so that he could at least impress his MJ. though, it was not of successful attempt, but hey, at least he tried his best. so i wonder, poems. hmm. romance is always closely linked to poems isn't it. "with her beauty, so capivative...." okay. i don't know one. so what?!

does poems have to ryhme? no. it actual fact, most of them don't. ryhming poems are just s small fraction of the poetic world. poems are sentences people come up with, during their boredom, to waste away time. you hear people speak of great poets, like shakespeare i think, or some chinese poet su dong po, but did they really know these poets? no! how would you know if they just having some fun. though, some of them maybe reciting them for a living, to earn some cash to feed the family, and by chance, these poems became so influential and powerful that its swept across nations?

so. enough of poems. i created one. it was a rhyming one. it was bad. trust me, when you hear it, you won't like it. barn's hay?! haha.*that was in my poem somewhere before i scrapped it* i had some inspiration out of nowhere, so i just jotted it down. who knows, it maybe well-liked someday.

monday blues. what do you know. school was so so, followed the normal timetable. went to the school gym for p.e. did some running to gear up for the triathlon (oh no, its 2338 now). was sweating like hell in that stuff room. can't brother do something about it, like put in some funds for maintenance. hell with him, hopes he contract sars in china. did some weights, by then, was quite shagged. then cam along an old boy from somewhere, saying he want to take pictures of the school for some bulletin or something. *snap snap snap* his cam was cool. way too cool. managed to pose abit for the cam though. along with my other kakis in the room. haha. i admit i'm retarded la. ate my mum's sandwich, followed by fruits. maths then geog. home the last thing.

man. getting sleepy already. going to stop here.

the poems that we study could be just some lines an idiot came up with.- me

sunday. today.

its sunday. somehow, happiness and loneliness seems to co-exist with each other on this day. anyway. my sister flew to hong kong today for a three holiday. hopes she enjoys herself there. *shop and shop and shop till she drop* i went there once. it was magnificent. the food and culture. have you ever seen claypot rice being cooked in charcoal, dozens of them at one go. by just one elderly cook. now, that's skill. still can't forget the taste. after what, 4 years. time seemed to passed so fast. gecko soup. snake meat. roasted goose. some of the many food dtuff you can find. of course, not forgetting the portugese egg tarts. wonderful. maybe sometime in the future, i might go there once again, as my sister did.

rushed through breakfast today. had to make it to see instr tony for something. but in the end, i still couldn't make it. haiz. *sad* missed them so much. and who says only evonne crazy over them. well, the 23rd having their hell week. i wish them luck(saw a cute blue hippo softtoy my sister just bought) haha.so, i got lots of time to get to choa chu kang mrt then. the passing scenery, never fails to intrigue me, making me ponder about some stuff. songs played by my discman just added the feeling of loneliness. yet, i seemed happy. i have no idea why. waited for ching lin there, then came along ting xi and liying. i never talked alot to them. i just stand there, followed when i supposed to. paid for their taxi fare. well, its a man job right. heh. xue pin's school carnoval was somehow like mine. had games which were lame, songs and dedication, food and all. it was a hot day. and i just found out that jia min house was opposite the school. woah.

walking, walking, saw some ncc people whom i obviously dao-ed. met xin ren and his frind, both padi divers. speaking of diving, i want go during the national day holidays. haha! too bad people. hmm. pent about 1 plus hour there, just walking and stoning. (till now, i haven't spoken to ting xi, a unfamilar person to me. shyness at work) okay. she's fine la. no discrimination! serious. though she likes a particular someone, whom i obviously hate. csms. sheesh. *no offense to people who are csms though* went back ome with liying. talked to her about a lot stuff. problems of mine. literature. hey. i knew about non-ryhming poems! haha. except, i don't know how to produce them. tuesday.

now, at home. works fine for me. social studies homework later. a practically normal sunday, except with a bit of carnival spice added. physics omework included too.

it strikes you. without you knowing it. it brings aches, problems, and the power to heal.- me