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Its like less than 22 days to promos. I might not get promoted and still all I can freaking care about is totally unnecessary things that aren’t really worth my time. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PRISCY!!! Do you want to retain and be a senior J1??!!! Can’t you get it straight that this is where you are, this is where you’ll be for a long time coming unless you do something about it. Stop whining about what could have been. Its over move on, Whining’s not gonna change a single thing. Seriously. Just study for these 22 days and then maybe you’ll realise that its possible to not live a life of regrets. A life of “what ifs” just isn’t what you’re meant to be really its not. You have to learn to focus. When you go home early it isn’t time for you to just laze around; If you don’t act now, this is gonna be your life forever. Is this what you really want? Watching others live a life you wanted. You KNOW what you want, you have the luxury of having that, act as if you really want it and not as if its some unreachable dream. No more excuses right. If you’re gonna be that procrastinator teachers talk about in those failure stories that be a total procrastinator if not work towards your exams, for now its all you have. No one likes half-halfs priscy. Remember, its all or nothing.
From left top, Steph, Victoria, Hannah and me!
I swear my friends in school are SO retarded. Like that day I was talking to Hannah then I asked her like what chapter she was doing for pw an dshe said “limitations and Steph” and she kept repeating this for ome time till he realized what she was saying,. They make lessons so memorable like the lit lesson on this thursday was spent laughing our asses off at God knows what. I stole this pic off Hannah’s blog cause you guys knwo how averted I am to cameras or (God forbid) taking my own pictures. That will be a violation of life and all that we know. Singh isn’t here cause I think she left early or something. Quite worried about exams and stuff, like I really wanna do well also so I get reinstated back into council. Big deal not but whatever lah huh. You know I suddenly realsied somehting steph loos so weird in this pic, she even look scary! HAHA. Ok, off to do p-freakign-w as Hannah calls it but she’s quite right.
Paris Jet’aime. A place where people find passion for art, food, music, life and of course love. Paris Jet’aime, Paris I love you. 18 short films rolled into one splendid french foreign film. Stories that made you cry and some that made you wonder what the hell is going on. But other than that it was indeed one that I’ll remember for some time. Somehow I love all films that are set in Paris somehow the mystic and intrigue of it all just fascinates me entirely. One story was on a black guy who lost everything simply cause he wanted to find love and ended up dying in the arms of the love of his life. I found beauty despite the fact that he was dead at least he saw her one last time in that sense, dying a happy man. I guess even if you get it for just one moment in your life that’s enough., cause many die without finding it purpose, life, whatever you call it. I’ll call it that IT thing. Makes me wonder if ‘ll ever manage to get the whole package You know the Norman Mailer version of a good life. Walks in the park , Christmases by the firs, matching jogging suits , lazy Sunday mornings spent in bed. I wonder will I die not knowing? Oh well, for now I guess I’ll just have to sit here in this pathetic excuse for a life that I’ve got cause that’s just the way life treats you when it wants to. Maybe one day I’ll finally get to travel the world see the sights soak in theculture feel the different air through my soul. Even then, I can never be sure if my life will ever be enough for me after all contentment’s just WAY overrated anyhow.
Pattering rain and strong winds
Tempos which drive within my soul
Down to unknown depths
Pain that keeps me writhing
This rhythm has dragged me to bits
Destroyed every ounce of my soul
No will hope just this emptiness
A gnawing sensation hollowness
Gentle notes break the torture
Lifts me from within—a calling
Feels as though I’m floating from beyond
Far beyond the pains of the world
I’m escaping
To you.
Though there’s no love no chance for new beginnings
I relish in this fantasy
This dream of escaping to you
I wrote this in tamil class. Though it sounds highly romantic the “you” in the poem is actually the $1 roadside ice cream. GOSH! I was really craving some that day.
about 3,000 students were caught cheating in the University of Colorado exams.
75 percent of Wharton freshmen are currently under investigation for cheating on their Operations and Information Entrance Exam
In a recent QCA report, there were said to be 1,620 cases of unauthorised material smuggled into the examination halls,
All these people have something in common with me. YES. Though it wasn’t for personal benefit but to help a friend as a wise person said ” If I think I’m helping a friend by helping her cheat then my moral compass is pointing in the wrong direction.” Gosh the life of a felon, makes me feel like I should join the Yellow Ribbon Project or something. SOMEONE! Help me unlock the second prison OH! The stigma! How will I live??
Oh well on to more important stuff.
Friday was day at botanics with commonwealth people. It was a weird bunch with only one other person from my class but I can tell you seriously its been a long time since I had such good clean fun. It was just nice to get together with old randoms, emphasis on old.
PICTURES.
Note how the yellow boy is wearing the YELLOW glasses while I am…well….. wearing the BLACK ones. Figures. But it was still very nice to see yao. We kept making gerald take pictures for us cause we both didn’t have cams. He seems a little more grown up than usual, could be all that travelling from east to west.
ZUBEE! Haven’t seen this loser for a DAMN long time. But she’s still as blur as ever. Green eyes arh?! Very ang moh despite the fact that my ang moh friend DOESN’T have green eyes. Oh well. I chatted with her the other day hearing bout her woes of optometry being a mugger course and she’s studying statistics just like me. We should totally go studying together and then bake something after. 
My two friends from AC. Xing Yue is such a blur thing when Ja and I were trying to tell her bout some teeko white dude in the bus so we started talking in chinese. It was hilarious and he’s so tan now. And gay! I’ll never forget your fascination with white dudes. We saw one at the botanics with some indian chick and she wanted to kill her to get to the dude. Like seriously. MAD? But justified madness considering the dude was really ultra hot AND he had the whole nice dressing thing going thing going for him. So yeah, kudos.
SONG. It was nice to just sing weird high school musical songs with him. I think he’s a very very nice guy insideinside. Just don’t know why sometimes he appears weird and unattached. I remember how at sleepovers he’ll always come up with HIGHLY offensive songs. I forgive only cause its in the wee hours off the morning but other than that he always taught me stuff when I needed it. Go Nj boy.
Group Picture. Really love the botanic garden’s backdrop. Some random girl took the photo for us and we made her take it twice her boyfriend gave a very ” How can you make her take it twice” face. But oh well, it turned out ok though a little blurry and smally.
OK. Now saturday.
Saturday, national day, was spent with my cell mates where I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Vandalising every part of the human flesh while also enjoying music accompaniment by a self procliamed opera singer. never till that day have I met someone truly that colourful. it was nice rather entertaining weird and obviously annoyign to some but I had my fair share of entertainment.
Pics with the girls.
From left sarah(AC slacker), Rachel(NJ geek), ME :) , Steph(camwhore extraordinaire), Nat(goth nails) and cheryl(who was also a hard core mugger RJ so I guess she’s excused.)
And after food galore and the torturous ndp parade our faces were tattooed with the faintest ink hearts. YES, very primary school but fun nevertheless. These girls, plus julia and shirly and jaime are the ones who keep me going back to web week after week. I really enjoyed time with you guys sad that the movie thing was a bust but another time I guess.
Sunday and Monday was spent at HAN’s. Ice creaming and watching
”No reservations”
and
“Because I said so”.
Enjoyed myself it was nice to catch up and just laze around with an ever flowing supply of food. So that’s my hols weekend for you. Nice time for relaxing and forgetting for a second or two that my life and all the stuff I hate about it actually exist. Ohwell.
OH! and fyi the plural of culdesac is culsdesac not culdesacs. So what’s next the plural of menu is mensu? The plural of boogie is boogsie. Of course why anyone would use boogies is also questionable. but then again youre not in my head. Its a dangerous place, trust me.
OH! And a couple more things. I officially declare Josef’s death in cyberspace may he come again soon. Perhaps, cyberspace will like to practise a minute of silence in his regard. OK!!! Next.
Gerald thank you for the photos (this was so forced)
Vibhu it was good to see you even though it was for a teeny tiny little one still I feel as though my life was better for a few minutes.
And JA its nice to go over to your house randomly like that. A dosage of you a day is what seems to be keeping me going this week.
DONE! Gosh I hate technology. Wonder why I even waste my time blogging instead of annotating 5 lit essays or studying for promos. I just wanna send one question out to the cosmic universe. How is it that someone who can be so ready to jump at any possible risk reserve themselves from the one thing that can truly give them joy. The one thing that perhaps can make their life complete. For once. Just want to watch that question float out to the nothingness while I ponder on how I;m going to survive yet another day of pure torture and tears tomorrow.
OH the life of a felon.
