MY PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORIES.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
HOCKEY HOCKEY HOCKEY. This whole week its all about hockey. But i really enjoy SAS training, mix and skills and physical training. Not like fucking SAJC, their training is like what all fucking physical. Think training for Olympics track team huh. Anyway my drag flick is improving, and my finishing touch is getting better. Yes ah! Im can feel my confidence is coming back.
Went to SAJC on friday to collect my chinese A level results. But i wasted my fucking time. Firstly go there to collect something i dont even care about. Secondly, the teacher dont even have my results slip. Fuck you, now i cant get to see how badly ive done for my chinese.
Well everyone seems fine in SA. But i have to admit, SAJC got this "sian aura" that keeps me away from it. So sorry to those people who always ask me to crash SA. I just dont feel like walking into that place anymore. Sometimes i really wonder how life will be if i wasnt in SAJC. Maybe its a good thing, maybe its bad.
Today is like one of boring saturdays i ever have. I dont like boring saturdays man! Played hockey with aloy and 3 cdiv guys. After that i met Jian for dinner, cause either they are studying for BT or they have their own dinner. So me and loser nut had dinner at macpherson, eat until super full, but shiok. After that follow my parents to T3 to watch them have their dinner.
See today is freaking boring! More exciting saturday nights!! Lets get drunk on every saturday, get fucking high and stuff.
Got a new maid, it feels so weird having a new maid. The previous one i think is good, but its just that she does stuff slowly. But actually im not complaining, shes good! Now this one lets see, shes scared of my dog. And i cant stand it, she always speak to me in Indonesian, even though im speaking to her in english. Can die!
Im going crazy, now im into poems. Not the happy ones, about butterflies and flowers. But sad ones, depressing ones. I love them! Here's one for you guys to enjoy, its called "And yet I die"
I see the stars sparkling so bright,
Within the moon kissed sky.
I hear the lark so sweetly sing,
Amidst the morning dawn.
I smell the flower full in bloom,
And see their royal pomp.
And yet some place so deep within,
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
The brilliance there I can't see,
In mists of misery.
Enshrined inside,
unable thus,
To touch the warmth without.
I gaze upon this passion spent,
And yet . . . Inside I die.
And im not emo.
MEMORIES FADE.PICTURES WONT.{11:03 PM}
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