Saturday, August 29, 2009
1:23 PM /
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WHY SHOULD I DO SO MUCH WHEN YOU DON'T BOTHER?
NEXT YEAR, DO IT YOURSELF.
I'M DONE.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM.
FOR YOU DONT CARE AT ALL
NEXT YEAR, DO IT YOURSELF.
I'M DONE.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM.
FOR YOU DONT CARE AT ALL
Thursday, August 13, 2009
10:02 PM /
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Few days into 31st Council and the work mounts. It's like a new subject: you stay back or reach earlier to attend lessons (meetings), sort out admin stuff at home (homework) and submit assignments (proposals). There is even a practical component where you go out and execute events. And of course, the daily dose of council work.
And it's not very easy coordinating 34 people anyway.
Maybe this is what Council should be like. So that we can produce the highly desired, but expected, results. Idk. But it's tough.
I know I shouldnt be saying all these, but I just needa vent it out.
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I screwed physics test: 30/45. Yes, you may cheer if you're delighted by my setbacks. But in any case, though I always seem to condemn physics, deep down I know I cant ignore it. Perhaps it's cuz it's my responsibility to study hard or wtv. But for an easy test, this wouldnt suffice. Wtv, go ahead and rejoice if you want.
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And I forgot to pass sw the class write-up for year book. Honestly, it was pretty hard to write anything out. No bonding or spirit. Weird isnt it? 1.5 years and we're still like that. Maybe the high occurance of cliques, or an unwillingness to accept others could be the cause. And so I question the purpose of even writing it. I mean, you wna be unique in year book right? Then dun write lah. After all, there's little to speak of. When people dun bother.
Maybe I should write an ugly poem or write-up, one that exposes the ugly apparent side. That would be a true recount. Largely true. And everyone can relate to it! How cool is that! Tempting. For that's reality. Usually.
Dun believe? Tell me, when was the last time we ever felt as a class? And yes, i mean A CLASS. Go on, scratch your head. Try to think of sth other than the one and only P.Semakau outing. Maybe I'm ignorant of stuff going on, but apparently, we arent A CLASS, 38 PEOPLE AS ONE. So why write?
And it's not very easy coordinating 34 people anyway.
Maybe this is what Council should be like. So that we can produce the highly desired, but expected, results. Idk. But it's tough.
I know I shouldnt be saying all these, but I just needa vent it out.
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I screwed physics test: 30/45. Yes, you may cheer if you're delighted by my setbacks. But in any case, though I always seem to condemn physics, deep down I know I cant ignore it. Perhaps it's cuz it's my responsibility to study hard or wtv. But for an easy test, this wouldnt suffice. Wtv, go ahead and rejoice if you want.
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And I forgot to pass sw the class write-up for year book. Honestly, it was pretty hard to write anything out. No bonding or spirit. Weird isnt it? 1.5 years and we're still like that. Maybe the high occurance of cliques, or an unwillingness to accept others could be the cause. And so I question the purpose of even writing it. I mean, you wna be unique in year book right? Then dun write lah. After all, there's little to speak of. When people dun bother.
Maybe I should write an ugly poem or write-up, one that exposes the ugly apparent side. That would be a true recount. Largely true. And everyone can relate to it! How cool is that! Tempting. For that's reality. Usually.
Dun believe? Tell me, when was the last time we ever felt as a class? And yes, i mean A CLASS. Go on, scratch your head. Try to think of sth other than the one and only P.Semakau outing. Maybe I'm ignorant of stuff going on, but apparently, we arent A CLASS, 38 PEOPLE AS ONE. So why write?
Saturday, August 08, 2009
9:03 AM /
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Nat day:
I thought it'll be screwed. But it wasnt. Great job everyone. Thanks for all your efforts and crazy ideas. And zihigh-ness for P2BS yst. Pizza treat!
AGM (SWI):
It's been a crazy year.
We came in clueless about what to do with the new structure. Uncertainty and awkwardness in our hearts as we attempted to make it a success.
So on we went wih projects like Welcome-back Banner, PAD, PET, Umbrella loans etc. And with each project, we had our hilarious and high moments... be it fattening Barney, designing posters, overcoming embarrassment or desperately painting umbrellas. But with each encounter, each moment, it grew stronger and crazier. And then came Welfare dinner, where it all culminated over a piping hot steamboat and funny videos.
And as I wrote those messages, viewed those photos, printed those certs, I know it was a great experience. And like most of you, i dare say: "I MISS SWI!"
For it's here we created memories. Memories we'd cherish. Experiences we'd look back upon. It was indeed heartwarming to know those leaving or staying really loved SWI and would wna continue being in it. So here's to 30th SWI!
PA:
It was tough saying goodbye. Really. I knew this day was coming. In fact, I think we all knew. but nvr did I expect I'd feel this sense of nostalgia. Pissed, throwing tantrums and all. If not cuz of circumstances, I'd stay.
But nvrtheless, jiayou for PA! Do PA proud and stay bonded yea? For it's what PA meant and will mean.
And as I look back on those tees, those crazy photos, that expensively adorable bear, that pencil case, that video, I'm glad to know I was part of a crazy band of friends. Etched in my mind. And of course, I know I'd miss out on way more. But best of luck to yall in PA!
Morning duties, backstage duties, BBQs, batch lunches, suanings, confessions, it was all part of the experience. An experience like no other. For the people were special. The stories unique.
"I miss you like crazy, even more than words can say"
I thought it'll be screwed. But it wasnt. Great job everyone. Thanks for all your efforts and crazy ideas. And zihigh-ness for P2BS yst. Pizza treat!
AGM (SWI):
It's been a crazy year.
We came in clueless about what to do with the new structure. Uncertainty and awkwardness in our hearts as we attempted to make it a success.
So on we went wih projects like Welcome-back Banner, PAD, PET, Umbrella loans etc. And with each project, we had our hilarious and high moments... be it fattening Barney, designing posters, overcoming embarrassment or desperately painting umbrellas. But with each encounter, each moment, it grew stronger and crazier. And then came Welfare dinner, where it all culminated over a piping hot steamboat and funny videos.
And as I wrote those messages, viewed those photos, printed those certs, I know it was a great experience. And like most of you, i dare say: "I MISS SWI!"
For it's here we created memories. Memories we'd cherish. Experiences we'd look back upon. It was indeed heartwarming to know those leaving or staying really loved SWI and would wna continue being in it. So here's to 30th SWI!
PA:
It was tough saying goodbye. Really. I knew this day was coming. In fact, I think we all knew. but nvr did I expect I'd feel this sense of nostalgia. Pissed, throwing tantrums and all. If not cuz of circumstances, I'd stay.
But nvrtheless, jiayou for PA! Do PA proud and stay bonded yea? For it's what PA meant and will mean.
And as I look back on those tees, those crazy photos, that expensively adorable bear, that pencil case, that video, I'm glad to know I was part of a crazy band of friends. Etched in my mind. And of course, I know I'd miss out on way more. But best of luck to yall in PA!
Morning duties, backstage duties, BBQs, batch lunches, suanings, confessions, it was all part of the experience. An experience like no other. For the people were special. The stories unique.
"I miss you like crazy, even more than words can say"
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
11:19 PM /
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Damn.
Screwed.
GG.
Dead.
Gone.
Wasted.
But thanks to those concerned.
& maybe I should hush in public.
Though it's usually beyond control.
When emotions take charge.
And you just needa vent it all out.
For it's a crazy endeavour.
And in the near future lies the period - the full stop.
Enthusiastic as I should have been
Encouraging as I should have been
Optimistic as I should have been
Strong as I should have been
I'm not what I should have been
I could be what I should have been
But how can I?
Tell me, answer me, guide me (if u know the context, irony unintended)
For it's a crazy juggle
Pretty much a circus if you'd think about it
Where I (or some) take centre-stage - the clown.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this in the first place,
for this is not where I'd rather be.
An illusion I've been living in the past.
Disappearing slowly yet surely.
Inching its way through your mind and body
Revealing the truth before your very eyes
Killing all lofty imaginations
Thrashing you down to Ground Zero
Where perhaps is where you truly belong
For this isnt where I belong.
So maybe I should forfeit all
And head back where I started
Maybe I'd find happier days there.
And even a piece of mind.
Not to mention additional freedom.
I'm seriously contemplating that.
For even I, am doubting my abilities.
Or maybe, a change of environment is all I need.
I know I should segregate them
But thing is, it isnt that easy when the pressure mounts
Call me unreasonable, dramatic if you'd wish
But you'll nvr know how I feel
I've lost the freedom I should have
The happiness I should have
The wit I should have
The pride I should have
The time I should have
The me I should have
An incident is all it takes to reveal years of illusion.
And today, I'm revealed.
Screwed.
GG.
Dead.
Gone.
Wasted.
But thanks to those concerned.
& maybe I should hush in public.
Though it's usually beyond control.
When emotions take charge.
And you just needa vent it all out.
For it's a crazy endeavour.
And in the near future lies the period - the full stop.
Enthusiastic as I should have been
Encouraging as I should have been
Optimistic as I should have been
Strong as I should have been
I'm not what I should have been
I could be what I should have been
But how can I?
Tell me, answer me, guide me (if u know the context, irony unintended)
For it's a crazy juggle
Pretty much a circus if you'd think about it
Where I (or some) take centre-stage - the clown.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this in the first place,
for this is not where I'd rather be.
An illusion I've been living in the past.
Disappearing slowly yet surely.
Inching its way through your mind and body
Revealing the truth before your very eyes
Killing all lofty imaginations
Thrashing you down to Ground Zero
Where perhaps is where you truly belong
For this isnt where I belong.
So maybe I should forfeit all
And head back where I started
Maybe I'd find happier days there.
And even a piece of mind.
Not to mention additional freedom.
I'm seriously contemplating that.
For even I, am doubting my abilities.
Or maybe, a change of environment is all I need.
I know I should segregate them
But thing is, it isnt that easy when the pressure mounts
Call me unreasonable, dramatic if you'd wish
But you'll nvr know how I feel
I've lost the freedom I should have
The happiness I should have
The wit I should have
The pride I should have
The time I should have
The me I should have
An incident is all it takes to reveal years of illusion.
And today, I'm revealed.
Monday, August 03, 2009
9:11 PM /
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The vancouver vacation's gone. H1N1, no leave, busy days. Oh wells. I really wanted to go. Maybe next year? Hopefully :D
That aside, received back my math assignment on pbb. Sucks. 50 - 1 =39?! I must have been outta my mind. Cynthia, mental sums lessons?
Anw, happy birthday Mum~! Hope you enjoyed the dinner.
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Your shattered image. It spooks.
Thank goodness we're apart.