Saturday, August 30, 2003
For a magical evening spent in lovely company.
For salads and spaghetties and strawberry smoothies.
For caring courvoisier corny conversations.
For chemistry.. and a spark.
For her, for her, for her.
he rocked the party at 10:50 AM |
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Well, technically im 3 days early, teachers' day wont be for another few days, but since today would be the celebrations for most colleges (which all jc2 saints dont have to go for, but dunno why we're so extra we'll be going down anyway) i decided to write about something we always take for granted: our lovely teachers.
Yeah teachers, love them or hate them (yes i actually do love some of them) they're always there and hell you have to admit you need them, whether you like it or not. From strict chinese teachers with rulers, to nice bully-able teachers, to those with eccentric habits like snapping a bra strap or throwing paper balls into the bin, to those with weird punishments ("go hug the pillar"), from macho ones to handsome gay ones (ahem, like a certain one in sajc.. mr "so-what-happens-is-that"), from those with weird accents to those who could use an english lesson, from those who are itchy to those who are bitc... well, you get the idea.
Here are the top 5 teachers who were really really really good, ranked in chronological order:
1. Mrs Alice Siew (Pri 2 form teacher): first planted the idea that it was actually possible to score excellent results in exams. It worked: i got 2nd in class that year and she gave me the book "Journey to the Centre of the Earth" as a prize. (aww..)
2. Brother Michael Broughton (vice principal of SJI): Probably the horniest religious person i've ever met. Kidding kidding.. Just goes to show he know how to communicate with testostorone pumped Josephians. Is very eloquent, knows how to give inspiring speeches, and gives honest helpful advice on God, life, and sex. (no, seriously) Is famous for his infamous inaugural Personal Hygiene Talk, which comes packaged with "interesting pics". Someone who's earned the respect of many loyal Josephians.
3. Ms Choo Siew Bee (sec 3 and 4 Lit teacher): Probably the most qualified and experienced teacher i've ever met (she's headed several Gifted programmes), and one that really understands students as well. Is not afraid to argue with regimental stuffy complacent overpaid admin staff. Inculcated a real love for lit and english among her students. Was probably the only teacher whose lessons ive never slept in. (besides PE of course) Is also an excellent mentor, counsellor, confidante, etc etc who doesnt give a crap about politically correct answers.
4. Ms Edna Lee (jc1 and 2 econs tutor): As ah lian as they get. But extremely nice to students and is really firm but fair. And she REALLY knows her stuff, unlike some incompetant teachers (we all know who im comparing her to). Is really patient in explaining complicated econs concepts, if it werent for her i'd have dropped econs a long time ago. Really cares for her students alot, goes out of her way to organize make up lectures and make good luck gifts before exams.
5. Ms Beatrice Chong (student council teacher): The prettiest of the lot (She came in 1st runner up in the channel u prettiest teacher contest!) and easily one with the most confidence, style and elegance i've ever seen. Speaks really well and knows how to argue her case logically. Is an excellent leader and very efficient in terms of council work, inspires many of us to greater heights. Is extremely good at public relations (esp between staff, students and council) and is really intelligent as well (scholarship holder!) Plus, you can talk to her honestly about anything in the world, and she'd understand how you're feeling. The role model of girls and the desire of men. (whhahaha just kidding)
Other teachers worth mentioning:
Mrs Chern Sia Hui (fantastic body, really good but ah lian physics teacher)
Mr Roger Poulier (jolly and big peer support and prefectorial board teacher in charge. Opens up the softee side in you and is REALLY good at group dynamics. Learnt alot about leadership from him)
Mr Abdul Mannan: (was never taught by him, but known for his eccentric during-lecture physics experiments and stories. Easily the best physics explanations ive ever heard)
and of course, wonderful choreographer ZAKI: (the most creative and talented person in dance i know, who else can come up with intricate moves and blocking with the snap of a finger? A perfectionist and a bi*** (as he calls himself) but we all love him for that. Gave us the SYF Gold this year too!)
think i'll write about the really horrible ones tomorrow.
he rocked the party at 10:51 AM |
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Right smack in the middle of prelims now. Irritating. Today felt like a real holiday with the bright sunshine and late waking up. Sheesh! How can the weather be so cheerily happy in the middle of such traumatic times?
Not that i was complaining, it certainly matched my mood since i was meeting her to mug. oh happy day. :)
Let's talk about prelims shall we? Its funny how such an insignificant exam can change people and have such an impact on everyone's lives. Perhaps most people wont think of it this way, but prelims are pretty big in the sense that: They determine when you get enlisted for NS, scholarship committees scrutinize them before awarding you with an interview, and you'll have to live with whatever results you have all through the last weeks of school, A Levels, grad night, the december hols, and the first 3 months (when you'll probably be in NS!) And they'll be a hell of a morale booster if you do well in them, or vice versa.
So why do i seem to have a dont give a crap attitude on what results i get? Should be panicking over the lack of time, lack of urgency, lack of pencils (i only have one)... but, oh well, its only prelims! Wake up you lousy lazy lionel! 4 As arent gonna come just like that. Perhaps its because im just sick of working hard. Geez what's wrong with me?
Im wondering if getting attached will affect my grades. Honestly, i spent more of today talking to her than concentrating on chem. But i dont care, whats the point of being a chao mugger when you're unfulfilled?
-grin- The chase gets more exciting when you're so close.
he rocked the party at 8:53 AM |
Saturday, August 23, 2003
...Is spending an entire saturday to myself, myself and only myself. I believe yesterday was the only day this year that i spoke to no one, really, no one, save for my parents and a few 26th who happened to be in school today.
Absolute bliss.
A quiet, sunlit morning drive to college to collect my maths prelim paper book, spending a lovely three hour stint at the college study area finishing the last of Inorganic Chemistry and doing an AJC prelim paper.
Leaving school, was hit by a strong urge for company, male or female. Messaged the brotherhood and regular mugging partner debbie to see if they'd want to join me. Unfortunately (or luckily) the brotherhood wanted to indulge in inane soccer pleasures and debbie didnt want to be drawn by the Orchard Temptation. Was extremely tempted to message her but i figure i should take it slow, at least for now. :)
Trooping down to busy orchard mrt to buy my chem worked solutions book, and headed to oh-so-lightly-modern library@orchard to get down to serious mugging. A severe shortage of tables and chairs yes, but compensated by yummy cheap food and a whole lot of giggly secondary school girls, (two of which tried to get my number, poor ambitious people -grin-) Accompanied by contemporary jazzy music, would have been a perfect new mugging haunt for me if they didnt chase me out half an hour later to hold a function there (mumble grumble)
Moved over to library@esplanade which would have been really good too (especially with the arty-farty atmosphere) if they didnt have to keep announcing "please do not bring in your books, files, or project materials to study in the library", duly ignored by me and fellow muggers, sending grumpy librarians to remind us how people browsing in the library had priority, and an air-conditioning temperature enough to inhibit the growth of bacteria. Still, i managed to complete an ACJC prelim paper to keep myself warm, and walked out feeling extremely satisfied.
There's something really zen about spending a day alone, despite the crowds and the bustle of town, had this strange sense of detachment from everything, and unlike previous trips, being alone in a crowd did not make me feel lonely (perhaps its because there's that shining hope of her -grin-) Or maybe God just decided that i just needed to take a break from everything, which is what He gave me. Thank you!
he rocked the party at 4:24 PM |
Thursday, August 21, 2003
i like the way your eyes squint when you laugh, or even when you smile.
i like that dangerous grin of yours, if only for awhile.
i like your little anecdotes of life, those stories of yesterday.
i like the way they interest me, in such a special way.
i like the way you are so special, yet pretend not to be
i like that cosy little feeling that you stir up in me.
but most of all, i like the way i've fallen in like, i hope this lasts, and then we'll see.
-Smiles-
he rocked the party at 9:25 AM |
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Things are picking up. Really. Nuff said about that for now.
Prelims are coming! Oh dear oh dear oh dear.
No chance of winning that coveted William Goei award now that i got back lousy chinese results. -scowl- Oh well, i'll show them.
Let's see what my cert will look like:
General Paper (AO) A1
Chinese (AO) C6
Maths A
Physics A
Chemistry A
Economics A
Economics (0) Distinction
There.. 6 Distinctions and it'll be able to cover up that ugly C nicely now wouldnt it?
(Forgive me, its times like these when i need a little insane self gratifying ego boosting talk)
he rocked the party at 9:33 AM |
Monday, August 18, 2003
Though i want to be. Its a seemingly strange little snippet of childish yearning in the midst of ambition, level headedness and pragmatism.
Please dont be mistaken (re: my last entry) "You" doesnt necessarily have to refer to a girl, it could represent a desire, a concept, an idea, a status, an ambition, an emotional state, or simply nothing at all. I blog like that sometimes when im in a chimmy mood. (Yes, "chimmy" refers to a state of mind of wanting to be profound, or "chim", as i unsuccessfully attempted to explain to ruth the other day) All part of my big plan to blog more professionally. Anyway, just dont jump to conclusions about that, yes?
Oh yes, back to the subject, heartfelt congratulations to our newest couple on the scene, whom i shant mention since everyone knows who they are anyway. They look really happy together. :) Dang, shoulda seen it coming! Still, i think its wonderful they've gotten together.. they're a really cute couple.
Which brings me to the vital question: Is the shelf really that attractive? it wasnt an understatement when i said this could be likened to a "human mating season". Singles, sadly, have become an endangered species. Sheesh, im tired of snide conversations of how the 16th of whatever month it is is coming and im whatever number of months overdue, and how i should work harder..
Oh shut up already. Maybe i dont want to be with just anyone, maybe i dont want anyone to stand in way of the glorious (but lonely) path of 4 As. Maybe im thinking this way because im part of a minority in the midst of everyone jumping onto the bandwagon. Or maybe i really am serious about it (for once).
Im sorry, i must sound really whiny heh. Needed to type the garble of thoughts to sort them out and make some sense of them. They're trivial yes, but are always flying around my mind. So irritating.
Oh a brighter side, there is a ray of light. I've decided i'd really fallen in like. From sneaky glances to mischief to 2 minute conversations to self-image talks, i should like very much for this to develop, yes. Yes ineedy do.
he rocked the party at 9:54 AM |
Sunday, August 17, 2003
"How can an angel possibly see beyond her light?"
Its strange how life and fairy tales are so alike, yet they often dont turn out in the same way.
A flicker of flirting, a spark of romance. Perhaps the ever-present poem, setting the stage for walks in the rain, cosy under an inconspicous umbrella, perhaps a Tanya Chua love song swelling to obscure conversation, the only indication of talking being the shy smiles and the occasional laugh.
Perhaps it will culminate in the inevitable kiss, to the applause of hundreds (and better still, in front of a jealous ex), or maybe a quietly passionate one, unseen, except by two fluttering hearts.
How did it all develop so fast? Its a fairy tale after all.. supposed to be happily unrealistic. Yet, everyone else's life can be a fairy tale too..
Hopelessness, wondering if it'll change as in a fairy tale.
As the Guiness advert (screened, ironically, during Chicken Rice War) says, "Why not you?" Im still wondering.
I am quite sure that it is not wanting that i am wanting, but you.
he rocked the party at 9:39 AM |
Saturday, August 16, 2003
I've got a brand new hairstyle! Went to a hairdresser at harbourfront yesterday, on the recommendation of glen, and cut my hair really really short, so much so that i can spike it now. Hooray. Its the first time ive changed my hairstyle since sec 2. That's about four years.. scary huh?
Still haven't mastered the art of spiking my hair yet. Dont understand how you use that infernal contraption known as HAIR WAX. Sheesh. Short hair's supposed to be more managable isnt it? Stupid hair wax. Feel like emtying the whole bottle on my head and hope my hair freezes in that style so i dont have to spend so much time figuring out how to use it.
Speaking of short hair, lovely wah-lau-eh-fish-lift-sweetie-mama hui had her haircut along with me too. Her picure's on the left. Stylish eh? Sure looks much better than her jc1 moonfaced look. haha!
I refuse to place any picture whatsoever of me on my blog. Come see me for yourself. Heh.
And i must say, for a first time trip to a hairdresser, it certainly impressed me. Flurry of techno 91.3 music from its speakers,funky blonde short haired hairdressers first wash your hair in a most flattering way. Placing a funny liquid on your hair and massaging it in, ensuring that it seeps into every single pore of hair, there's even a pattern of the speed of massaging it in: 3 short spurts, and 1 long spurt, repeat at the front, left, right and back. At that time, it seemed like she was doing it in time to the music, causing me to burst out in a chortle, much to her annoyance. A hot rinse off later and we're ready to cut. The cut was nothing special, was too busy listening to hui telling me how jason would scream, though esther (the hairdresser) did provide some stories on which magazines she was in.. (no you sicko, not THOSE kinda magazines) A weird hair-iron thing followed the cut when your hair is clamped by a weird contraption consisting of 2 hot blades. (hairdressing veterans please forgive my ignorance)
The whole experience lasted about 3 times longer than a trip to the neighborhood barber, and also cost about 3 times more. Sheesh.
For $28 it had better be worth it. 3 Cheers for Spiky Hair!
(i just realised that whenever i post a new photo profile, it looks as if that person's saying "where's the beach dude?" Right now, that person is short-haired hui.. bet you didnt think of that huh?)
he rocked the party at 6:08 PM |
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Did i say i didnt want to get distracted? Oh well, i think there's a distinct line between distractions and "taking a break" (im trying to give myself excuses)
Just happened to log onto ICQ because my computer automatically logs on when i turn it on, and who would happen to message me but none other than prodigal sister Ruth, whom i've only seen briefly once when i was in sec 2. In ten minutes, an outing is arranged. (i never turn down treats)
Oh stop looking at me like that. I've got dreams, but like i said oh-so-many entries ago, what's the point of achieving the world when you dont have fun doing it?
he rocked the party at 9:08 AM |
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
I am determined:
To mug like crazy for the next two weeks.
To get good prelim results to make up for my infriuatingly mediaocre chinese ones.
To undergo a rigourous excercise routine so i'll have a healthy, well-toned body come december, in prepration for commando BMT should i get selected. (Must be worthy enough to wear that red beret)
To not get distracted (except to blog of course)
To get my 4 As (to get my 4 As, to get my 4 As, to get my 4 As...repeat till its drilled in) in the A levels
To finish at least one more chapter of maths before i sleep. Good luck.
he rocked the party at 9:06 AM |
Monday, August 11, 2003
Yes ineedy-do. How does one write consistently yummy, controversial, hinting-at-what-one-is-supposed-to-express but without explicitly expressing it entries?
I need to learn. (now THAT would be a useful course for Discovery Fiesta, not some rubbishy poem recital or something)
A read through a few blogs from other colleges reveals lovely nuggets of eloquent, beautiful flow of sentences in their entries, with imageries of "hypothesis testing" and concise yet vivid descriptions of the experience of "pleasantness". I want to blog like that. Really, i do. Somehow the old self-centred method of
"oh today was a good day i made someone fall in love with me"
doesnt seem to have the same effect as
"i want you, (the tiger stalks his prey)
and you want me (tantalising..)
but when the chase is all over (and blood splatters the jungle floor)
will it complete me? (the hunger never stops)
or do i want wanting (but i dont want it to stop)
more than you? (what's the point really?)
Oh, screw it. (pounce!)"
I just happened to think of that after reading a friend's blog (who wrote about the same subject). Why cant i ever be original?
(screw it, prelims are in freaking 14 days time. why am i bothered by this?) How how how how how how how how to do well???? *ROAR*
he rocked the party at 3:21 PM |
Friday, August 08, 2003
I've never met anyone who could talk so much in my life..
Or to change topics so constantly and yet still be so lively and interesting!
Or to feel that bad over a small treat of a 10 buck nydc dinner.
Or to be so unbelievably nice and chirpy all the time.
But a dinner with finally-met-up-with-after-7-months melody made me realise there ARE pple like that who exist, who seem to be untouched by the evils of this world. Honestly, have you ever talked non-stop, and i mean non-stop, save for a 2 minute toilet break, for an entire outing? She's amazing. And with an unbelievably merrilyn-like voice to match too, except with a little more slang. And who can dwell on the ever-changing topics on an almost child-like wonder..
Lovely!
I just realised that its national day. Happy Birthday Singapore! (not that i care really. i love the people, not the country)
he rocked the party at 10:45 AM |
No not the Singapore Heartbeat but the hui heartbeat. Lim hui, to be exact. Hui, dance society vice president, whom i got to meet dancing Breathe opposite her last year, frantically trying to follow steps which she whispered while Zaki counted. Ah.. the times of old indeed.
Our friendship grew stronger through, in her words, "jazzy swinging and tribal beats" as well as endless fish lifts. She's become a confidante, bitching partner, corny-joke sharer, merrilyn-voice whinee, etc etc, and one of the best friends a guy could have. A great person to voice views of the opposite sex, and there have been many memorable conversations about her love life with nameless-good-friend-whom-everyone-knows-who-he-is, to my LACK of love life.
One who's not afraid to be different, who can be tomboyish and rowdy in one moment and ladylike in the next, one who can tolerate my endless biting (dont ask) as well as engage in crazy stints trying to kiss other people (dont ask again)
Hui, with her classy humour, her round face, lined smile, quirky habits, certainly passed with flying colours the "great friend" test. Here's to our fish lifts!
Hui and I just before our national day performance.
Yes i know i look really bad here, just cover the right side of the photo k?
he rocked the party at 9:50 AM |
Thursday, August 07, 2003
i actually derived some benefit from a course called Boys to Men during discovery fiesta today. Its a discussion about NS led by three guys who shared their personal experiences about NS, and the whole thing was based very closely on the book Boys to Men, a collection of short stories, poems, etc about NS.
I thought they were pretty faggy at first, but i suppose what impressed me was how open and honest they were about their feelings. And they sure weren't afraid to use expletives when the need came, even in the presence of Ms Claudine Tan. (eg, "yeah then the warrant officer shouted at me, 'f*** you recruit! who the f*** do you think you are?' etc etc)
It was really funny, cause they kept reading extracts from the book, which was really interesting cause it showed us different points of view of different authors about NS.
So before they read out the first extract, they warned us, "Okay, there's gonna be a couple of expletives, so please dont snigger at them because this is really how you get shouted at in NS" Everyone nods their heads dutifully.
The guy reads, "... Discovering we weren't ready after the time limit, the sergeant screams at us, 'what kind of f***-care attitude is this? How the f*** you defend singapore with this type of shit?'"
No one sniggers.
After reading a couple of lines further, who else walks into the room but none other than our conservative principal Badminton Lim Chye Tin! Commotion as everyone wonders if the guy will continue reading. He doesn't notice her come in tho, and continues. When he ends, he asks a student, "Now, why was there some sniggering just now?"
The student replies, "Because the principal's right behind you!"
Hahahahahaha... that was really funny. But they still continued to tell of their experiences using whatever language they wanted after that, which i thought was really cool of them. We need more people like that around. Wanted to buy their book after that but smelly Claudine Tan bluffed us and told us that there was a booth in the lower cafe, which wasnt there when i went to look for it. Oh well, i'll just have to buy it outside.
NS is coming! So exciting.
Irrelevant Afterthought: Yes, pertaining to that question on why is everyone in the world getting attached during this period of time? Let's discuss it. I read somewhere that its perhaps because of the heat of the summer now, that somehow causes everyone else to be in heat. Hmm. Damn it, how does everyone get lucky in finding that special someone and i dont?
he rocked the party at 8:53 AM |
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
I hate discovery fiesta. The only good thing that came out from today was making a new, well-spoken friend, who offered me mentos. Haha.
5 more days to commando trials: Still as weak as a lame joke.
Why is everyone in the world getting attached?
Found someone else to fall in like with today. Always been right in front of me, never realised it. You're a fickle little idiot lionel.
Not enough time left to study? Help. Hmm.
I love nolan and isky.
I refuse to dance on the 16th of August.
Where are the Rapture photos?
he rocked the party at 9:35 AM |
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Interesting thought: Im alone most of the time. Why?
Picky? Weird? Or maybe i just dont want to be with anyone at all. But i do, dont i?
Its a trivial thing really, but its hard to ignore.
he rocked the party at 7:41 AM |
Monday, August 04, 2003
I came back from a wonderful night 24 hours ago. Rapture turned out to be an amazing success.. and scenes from it are still playing in my head.
Well, yes granted it wasn't perfect: People forgot their steps, didnt come in when they were supposed to, knocked into each other.. but who cares? As minute friend melody put it, "it simply added to the humour and life of the night."
And yes, it was indeed a night full of life.
It didnt come easy tho.. from the dragging of the enormous weight of costumes to mediacorp, to the horrible cold that turned my nose red and made me sniffle all through the rehearsals, to the dry parched throat from the lack of water, to the cramped changing room where both guys and girls saw what we didnt really want to see, (no you sicko, there wasnt any x-rated stuff, thank you, but enough to outrage our modesty quite abit.) to the crazy and frantic pace of the full dress rehearsal, to the 2 minute costume changes which left our shoes, sock(s), accessories strewn all over a sweaty, clothing-entrenched floor, to the heated arguments over who took whose props, to the panic ensuing when we couldnt even get the last rehearsal right...
But it was all worth it.
The cameraderie backstage was excellent, from helping a few poor souls (like me) find our missing yellow chains, to helping each other apply make up (ok that sounds kinda gay, but the guys had to put on foundation too, and we had no idea how to, so the girls helped), to the cheering on of our fellow dancers as we gazed at the backstage screen which projected the stage. Meeting a few of the dancers from TJ and RJ was really great too, i met my old pen pal, someone i used to take the bus with, a secondary school friend, and a friend of a friend who dragged us out to a disatrous clubbing trip. (long story) From the frantic changing of costumes to the naps on each other's laps, to the sharing of much needed afternoon snacks, to the discussion of who should be banished from Queen Chastity whateverhernameis' land, I think the SA dance society bonded really well that day. :D
The night unfolded smoothly, almost naturally. Found myself not even thinking about the steps, felt my body move as though i had been doing it all my life. (the past 3 long weeks sure felt like a lifetime to me) The resonant applause ringing in our ears after every performance mingled with our thumping heartbeats as we exited the stage, thinking about the next costume change, the next item. A flickering pride for one item, a stronger determination for the next. A little flicker of sadness came up as i was waiting to dance Last Dance, our finale, with the realisation that it was probably one of the last few times i'll dance as a Saint, or even dance anymore at all.. and when the time came for our final pose on stage with the loudest applause ringing out from the audience, it felt as if that was the best feeling in the world, as if that was the reason why we came together in the first place.
The support was wonderful too, which came in the form of the 25th Student Council who actually wrote my name on big yellow boards for all the world to see. I thought they were kidding when they said they would do a banner. I love them. Hahaha! 25th, you guys never fail to surprise me, never fail to go the extra mile for anyone. I cant describe the feeling when i saw all of you together cheering for me, it really makes the sacrifice worth it. And if there was a reward for all the time spent during rehearsals, it would be to put on a great show just for you. Thank you thank you thank you. I really dont know how else to show my gratitude for such a great bunch of people. :D
Not to mention a whole lot of people who came down to show their support, many of which whom i didnt expect to, but their smiles of enjoyment after the show made it all worth it.
Perhaps the single most joyful sight was that of our choreographer Zaki when he received his token of appreciation. Zaki, with his creativity, talent, passion and most importantly, love. Love enough to buy us chocolates, to lend us costumes (even tho they may look kinda *ahem*) to stay back till late at night with us, to encourage us, to scold us, to bitch with us.. he's truely someone who's earned my respect, and that of many others as well.
Oh yes, Rapture: a night of magic, smiles, style, elaborate (and sometime embarrassing) costumes, bright lights, and life. Dance is the essence of life, for life is a stage, and we, the dancers. And im really grateful for the SAJC Dance Society for showing me that.
he rocked the party at 9:27 AM |
Saturday, August 02, 2003
Anticipation hangs in the air. Everything's prepared: the seven different costumes all pressed and hung on their respective hangers, accessories and socks all tucked into the side pocket, three pairs of shoes in a plastic bag, towel, gel and comb and water bottle set aside, breakfast arrangements with glen, jaime and dewi, alarm clock set for 6.00 so can wake up on time for mass, everything's set. (Oh crap! i havent prepared my newspaper props yet? bleargh. I'll do it later)
Its the night before Rapture, and its quite funny how excited i am. Its not SYF, where a single mistake could cost you the Gold, its but a school performance where the worst thing that could happen if you screw up is having the audience clap for you to encourage you. Hahah! Yet, somehow i really want this to succeed, perhaps its because its one of my last performances in SA, or that going into the army next yr will make me lose contact with anything of asthetic nature, or that many close friends will be coming tmr.. or maybe its just that i want the dance society to put up the best performance SA has ever seen.
Anticipation indeed.. in 24 hours, everything will be over and i'll snap back to a reality of books, notes and prelims in 3 weeks. -sigh-
I sure hope tomorrow will be a success, goodnight see ya all tomorrow!
(btw, many thanks for all your comments for previous entries. 9 or 10 bounces for three entries in a row.. has to be some sort of record.)
Let's Dance!
he rocked the party at 8:16 AM |
