Wednesday, August 31
whooshhas been some time since the class has been so together eh? there was marche. some pool. then there singing, sometimes not very nicely, and loudly. and of course drinks drinks and more drinks.
oh and the othello play was quite good too. desdemona is really hot. sssh.
happy teachers day mr teo! and all likeable teachers out there. not that many would see this tho.
Monday, August 29
hoifor ONCE. slapslap. wakes up. i do think i can forget you.
despite the way i RANandRANandRAN. quicker than the bleeding early bus. with a super full stomach. just to be there for you. i know you'll be so touched. but i know too, that that's all you're probably feeling. maybe even laughing at how dumb i was.
i'd just shrug my shoulders. i guess all i could really do is to be like this. just. i dunno. stick around in a cowardly manner. it is a familiar situation isn't it. i cringe.
Sunday, August 28
argh slap mecoz i don't feel like doing anything today.
i'm almost done with my revision. at least the first round. and then i realise, when i am done i'd be just in time for the prelims. with each day, the realisation that i am getting closer to completing my stuff also brings with it the realisation that it's all so close.
and all the teachers going "this is my last lesson with you guys" doesn't really help does it.
maybe that's why i get this feeling that i don't wanna continue with studying. maybe if i don't finish my revision, the exams won't come.
yikes.
p4 w4 d0 l0 f8 a0 pts12
so.. top of the table. played 4. won 4. drew 0. lost 0. goals for 8. goals against 0. maximum points of 12 out of 12. wigan forced chelsea's keeper into one notable save. arsenal had none. west brom had none. spurs had, well, probably half.
oh and i don't really care if people say that chelsea are boring. the argument that chelsea are undeserving champions and current league leaders because our style is unlike arsenal's free-flowing style is, to say the least, fallacious. winning is fun. and in the words of the special one himself, chelsea's style is "the winning style".
so i guess it's quite a good start to the season for chelsea. =)
Saturday, August 27
ramblings
so am i supposed to wallow in self-pity, as i contemplate my next move, if i'm gonna make any? i look into the night sky. i stare at couples. i close my eyes. your face does not go away. you're so damn close, damn close each time we are near each other. but it's never enough. it's never close enough.
i thought i might never want to decide. but it seems i have to. i either decide to decide. or i decide not to. i either decide to decide to move. or i don't. it's between a rock and a hard place.
and now i sound like it's all just about me. it is anything but.
doubt you'd ever read this anyway.
Friday, August 26
hooray
hey people. the paragraphs of posts are no longer clumped up together are they? woohoo.
took me some time to figure this out.
any other suggestions on font anyone? i know this ain't the nicest in the world.
Tuesday, August 23
ramblings
i'm speechless. all i can do, i'd do my best. maybe i should feel blessed. maybe i should not. i don't want you to get pissed and walk away. but.
i've decided. i've decided not to decide. i'm gonna let circumstances decide.
Monday, August 22
dusk to dust
in consummate misery he lies,
tears fill the eyes but there's no strength to cry.
dust the dust off the heavy tome,
not a page to guide him home.
visions of visions of visages and lies,
painting a picture of madness and sighs.
the venom permeates, permeates and paralyses,
the toxins blurring the real and the disguises.
he sees the mirage on the far side,
a thousand and one drops of water in a tide.
his heart the desert, dry and wasted,
not a single drop of liquid tasted.
let us become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.
let the shackles in our eyes reflect what we really know.
let the imprisoned people forever stay unfree.
let the sands of time flow by and still it'd be here and me.
Sunday, August 21
over
all good things in life must come to an end, as the old saying goes. the end of the girls football season.
would remember all the times. all the crazy stuff we did. all the trainings. tough times. dinners. calling "police". the highs and the lows. the camaraderie and the spirit. the closeness of the group. the laughter and joy. the medal.
more
just how do i put it? the more you say, the more i know. and it does not feel good.
what could have been so much is so little. what could have been nothing is now so much.
the torment. horror.
feels strangely like self-mutilation.
and i ask for more.
when? why? answers anyone?
Friday, August 19
your face
just does not go away.
Thursday, August 18
27 minutes
27 minutes,
parts tear like leaves.
spirits fly like birds as time creeps by.
flash in and out,
the light comes on.
i turn to scream but there's not a sound.
17 minutes,
remain still, unmoved.
but the locks within crying for the keys.
how would i have known,
and seen,
the uplifting winds that were to entrace me.
7 minutes,
the bell beckons,
that raging fire caresses me gently.
that engulfs, i sign my surrender.
consumed by all the hopes and fears,
i turn to scream but there's not a sound.
the clock strikes 7,
the heartbeat stops as
this has to be some kind of heaven.
ghouls drift by and
brought me down,
as i crash without a sound.
the candlelight flickers,
it struggles, in its weakness finding strength.
just not to let it die.
and all that was left,
when all has left,
were 27 minutes of secrets and death.
Wednesday, August 17
peel my eyes away
peel my eyes away
they,
that were drenched in beauty.
that flash that drags; that brought a spark,
over and over it plays.
not an inch of space between us,
yet far and wide apart.
running wild, imprisoned,
smiles at being stuck in a rut.
read a book,
from the top of the first page.
or to find,
the same processes of fear and rage.
or to make,
a book out of a singular page.
or to fake,
and forever keep that image.
peel my eyes away.
Tuesday, August 16
cross
fingers. i cross them.
Monday, August 15
crunch time
oh yes. it is crunch time. how many days to prelims? like 15 i think.
crunch time for the soccerettes too. two more games remain. we CAN win it.
this is the last time. it's one time too many i guess. i've been your fool. but no longer.
Wednesday, August 10
can't you see
i wonder if i can do this anymore. maybe you don't realise it but sometimes you're just pushing me further and further away.
let me go. or rein me in.
Tuesday, August 9
shopping spree
a lil shopping trip that brought a lot back. and depleted my reserves to some extent. a new bag. new footy boots. and that centenery chelsea jersey!
fireworks fireworks. did anyone mention it is national day today?
Monday, August 8
sometimes
sometimes i don't know what to write about.
sometimes i don't know what to say.
sometimes it feels as if we are all so helpless.
sometimes it is hard to feel anything at all.
sometimes this place is simply so complicated.
Sunday, August 7
firefox
people, do yourselves a favour. use firefox.
internet explorer just is filled with so many bugs. i know for many people blogger.com appears as either chinese or cyrillic or an obscure jumbled mess when you browse it using IE.
and it makes my blog look so much worse too.
and firefox is free! go here!
Saturday, August 6
chocolate
chocolate fondue with baileys.
football really brings people together. loving almost every minute.
studying is going well. on track so far, or at least i think so.
the premier league kicks off with the charity shield in less than 48 hours.
yummy.
Thursday, August 4
the afters - beautiful love
Far away I can feel your beating heart
All alone beneath the crystal stars
Staring into space what a lonely face
I'll try to find my place with you
What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for a while
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love
Larger than the moon my love for you
Worlds collide as heaven pulls us through
The secret of the world is written in the stars
I'm carrying your heart in mine
What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for a while
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love
Maybe a greater thing will happen
Maybe all will see
Maybe our love will catch like fire
As it burns through me
What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for a while
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love
