this could be a hiatus

november beckons,
no surrender.

graduation

It was a nice weekend. With graduation and open houses and everything.

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We knew that it wouldn't have been the last time we saw each other but the prospect of no longer seeing the same faces 5 days a week scared us and broke us down. It was not just the beautiful building but the memories that it held, memories we didn't want to leave behind.
"Emo" is an understatement.
"Emo" was not just in the videos, the photos, the messages, and the cheers.
It was in the love, and the tears.

talk

"So you don't know where you're going but you wanna talk. " -Coldplay (Talk)

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In all the rush and hurry and mugging and preparation, I have found solace in talking.

Talking is so much better than playing meaningless computer games or other stuff. In the past few days conversations with others in class, MSN, etc., have added so much more meaning to this mundane life. It's like the urgency that the 4 years are going to end are hitting us in this way too.

Talking builds relationships and allows your friendships to deepen. Suddenly I get to know so many people and their quirks.

Talk? Talk. Talk!

necessity

Sometimes you have much to say but don't feel like typing it in your blog.

Sometimes you have nothing to say but you feel like blogging.

Sometimes you just want to say something that you don't want to say.

Sometimes it's just late at night.

And when you actually blog, crap pours out. Obscuring everything like a stupid PSI 150 haze.

I like to type one-liners. I can't type a whole chunk of text like some people do. It doesn't feel right. I need order. But yet the words may have order but the meaning doesn't. And it's meaning that matters. Who cares if the words are random but there's tandem in meaning.

Sometimes writing's a chore and a stupid bore. Like it is now. I don't know why I'm typing this but perhaps it's to get away from the E Math in front of me. I haven't blogged like this in like forever without thinking what the next sentence is about to say and writing the next thing that comes to my mind. Wayne's orange box is blinking and I should go read it.

Should I sleep? I should stay up and mug. But I know that if I stay up I'll waste more time at the computer. But it's the computer that keeps me awake. It's my Red Bull. The irony. Staying up late just to waste time.

Life's becoming perfunctory.

per‧func‧to‧ry /pərˈfʌŋktəri/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[per-fuhngk-tuh-ree]
–adjective
1. performed merely as a routine duty; hasty and superficial: perfunctory courtesy.
2. lacking interest, care, or enthusiasm; indifferent or apathetic: In his lectures he reveals himself to be merely a perfunctory speaker.

—Related forms
per‧func‧to‧ri‧ly, adverb
per‧func‧to‧ri‧ness, noun

—Synonyms: negligent, heedless, thoughtless, uninterested.
—Antonyms: careful, diligent.

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Don't be discouraged everyone. Verses some friends shared with me

Mark 11:24
24Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
16Be joyful always; 17pray continually; 18give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

post & pre

It's the post prelims and pre results period. You catch glimpses of the oozing emo-ness around VS, especially among your friends. Monday's awaiting.


Here's Yane, after A Math prelim


Here's Mark, during an MT free period


George, after Physics practical on Friday


Me, about to go to sleep

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Prelims
Lost
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'O' Levels
Prison Break
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