my mind is feeling kinda blank nowadays
going to try something different ...

... presenting part I of the story of this
fateful day...


Friday, 290803 (Part I)

the young boy flees, with contrive
time and again, he returns in kind
a benign spirit, endowed with a smile
a journey almost done now

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don't feel like writing anything...
so here's one of my favourite movie quotes from
"Can't Hardly Wait"



Angel to Preston: "There is fate, but it only takes you so far,
because once you're there its up to you to make it happen. "

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then again the summer breeze


and then again, the summer breeze
a song lost among the leaves

with love, a pang
such sweetness still

a blue bird sings
by the hemlock tree
though for shadows
longing for thee

there i sat, on a well-worn path
there i await, without a care
with weather so fair

and then again, the summer breeze
a song lost among the leaves

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Listening To :


The Other Side - David Gray

Meet me on the other side
Meet me on the other side
I'll see you on the other side
See you on the other side

Honey now if I'm honest
I still don't know what love is
Another mirage folds into the haze of time recalled
And now the floodgates cannot hold
All my sorrow all my rage
A teardrop falls on every page

Meet me on the other side
Meet me on the other side

Maybe I oughta mention
Was never my intention
To harm you or your kin
Are you so scared to look within
The ghosts are crawling on our skin
We may race and we may run
We'll not undo what has been done
Or change the moment when it's gone

Meet me on the other side
Meet me on the other side
I'll see you on the other side
I'll see you on the other side

I know it would be outrageous
To come on all courageous
And offer you my hand
To pull you up on to dry land
When all I got is sinking sand
The trick ain't worth the time it buys
I'm sick of hearing my own lies
And love's a raven when it flies

Meet me on the other side
Meet me on the other side
I'll see you on the other side
I'll see you on the other side

Honey now if I'm honest
I still don't know what love is

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random thoughts from a science student
& a few curses too


been wondering through the blogs today,
reading random thoughts and the lifes of the more socially apt ?
the arts students: a different species unlike the science mutants?
and we are not even talking abt jc versus poly versus ite and so on.
as i went through their writings, it was what i always thought but
today was just a verification: our thought processes are different..
well, i cant find a more suitable way to put it, thus i'll just leave it at
that. my vocab is limited, so sue me!
obviously, i'm not referring to everyone but in a more general
consenus. maybe science students just arent open and articulate
enough with their thoughts and opinions but those in arts seemed
so much in touch with their thoughts and are able to express them
with well, pretty impressive articulation as well. i wonder if it has
anything to do with the subjects they take, since thats what the
humanities is for and about anyway. in other ways, they appear to
be more mature than majority of the science students, this only
refers to a minority but at least it's more than the science faculty,
percentage wise. yeash, i'm talking like a f.maths student. blah!
they have their own opinions about the world at large, about
the different societies and cultures, about poetry, about philosophy
and the sort. ok, so i might be giving them abit too much credit, but
i mean most science students like myself probably won't give a
flying fark even if a certain mrt stn gets bombed tomorrow, but
maybe that's just me. i'm jealous and at the same time, i admire them
which make me wonder sometimes why i dont have that many friends
like them. *hint?* and of course there's the bad too, a good number
of the kind of people i detest and despise are in arts. it's my personal
opinion;and most of you out there would probably just say
"fark you" straight to my face. but first let me beat you all to it; thus to
all the farking poseurs out there, here's a big " fuck you understand?"
and yeash, they taught me that in the army.
whoa, i do feel in the mood to spread some hate... farking army.

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for the first time in weeks, i actually do not know what to write... haha
initially, i wanted to whine abt yet another case of incompetency
in the army which angered me to a huge extent, but forget it
i cant seem to hold a grudge for long anyway...
therefore, i present yet another of my attempts at decent poetry.
Enjoy ! wahaha






" would it be me, "

skies of the down,
who are you now?
my words you accused with much ado,
but who's to believe, me or thee?
plead the sky, "don't smile up at me."

a forlorn path
lovely and deep,
the woods you pursue, that of the meek
"hah!" you mocked, covetous lines i speak
hark to the pennies, oh paltry me

your finest hour has arrived
sing unto heaven that which is thy
but by shade beneath the mellow
a sigh of solace
to the great below...

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Beauty hides in thy heart,
Its sight the mind's regard.



lately a number of my friends had been commenting, along the
lines of "wah, now all the girls in orchard seem so chio.."
they later attribute it to the prolonged time they spend in camp,
being able to book out only during the weekends. ergo are
deprived of "scenaries". its something i dont seem to experience,
maybe coz i book out daily and therefore get my daily dose
of "scenaries" ?.haha. but peculiarly i'm starting to have the same
sentiments too! and then it struck me, it wasn't the fact that we
are being held in camp for too long, it was just the lonliness
getting to us. the want of companionship has long been associated
with the opposite sex, ergo it's not strange for us, guys to find all
the gals on the streets in general more appealing. i mean, no matter
how well you get along with the people you live/work with in camp,
somehow or rather, you would still feel that sense of emptiness and
longing. which of us enjoys living a regimented lifestyle such as the
army's anyway? maybe i'm just stating the obvious, writing about
the shit above, haven't really talk to anyone in-depth about
it before. i'm curious, what's everyone's views on it?




Beauty that seeks, hides in thy heart;
its sight the mind's regard.
a guise !
a guise !
of thy heart's demise.
a boy he was, he stool a fool
admist Rembrandt's delightful muse.
what is there then, but to mind
of the harsh that is behind.
it is the mind that hides
and who but the heart to realise,
a guise that is thy heart's demise.

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A Brief Encounter & Another Part II


I've been meeting so many old friends recently that it's beginning to frighten me.
well, maybe a little. Today or rather, yesterday evening a group of us were
walking into hmv when we met an ex-classmate of mine in sec 3/4, who also
happens to be an ex-classmate of a friend in my group, in jc.haha. now that
wasn't the end of the story, just while we were chatting another ex-classmate
from sec 3/4 walked into hmv! how's that for yet another chance encounter?
it's strange how we never seem to bump into our "old" friends when we
actually feel like talking or catching up with them, not even a single one!
but by some cruel( izzit?) twist of fate, when we do bump into them, it's not
just one but a few of them at one shot!
haha. life is indeed strange, or maybe it's trying to tell me something?

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