Wednesday, June 15, 2005
yay it is no longer neglected!! =D i love everybody! sorry, i'm in a world-loving mood right now because i didn't pig out today! hooray! okay actually i feel nauseous. pms sucks, bleaugh. mmm. sam used her
leg, i had to stick my
hand down between our beds to fish around for my phone battery. and you know how you can't possibly be looking down and fishing with your arms in a small space simultaneously? at least she could see what she was doing! i had chills running up and down my spine. yes it was camp christine. pltc. do not go there. i am still nursing several large mosquito bites from that evil place. but ooh they had so many dogs running amok! the big, wild sort. wanted to bring one home =D they looked so friendly. let's meet after blocks! yay! speaking of blocks, i'm dead. studied the least impt quarter of econs, a few pages of sea hist, a few pages of goth lit, nothing of int hist or chinese or math. completely screwed huh. i alternate between panic attacks where i just want to die, and staring at a page for hours [literally] daydreaming about the impossible. and of course, going out and making an absolute fool of myself! for more details, please refer to my personal blog. sorry if i've stopped posting tongue-in-cheek entries, jc life has kinda taken the spice out of my life. feel so dead and boring and -bah- stupid. cheenaland has drained away all literary skills. iwant4a'siwant4a'siwant4a's hohoho i might as well wish for the moon. anyway, happy mugging everyone! and nanz, stop making me want to strangle you by telling me you're done with econs.. and you only have 3 subs! -murderous glare-
mello. @ 6:08 PM
...at the beginning with you (:
haha im scared of boogeyman.
guess you people had fun.
EH WASNT CAMP CHRISTINE THE CAMP WE HAD PLTC?
no ah, then what campsite was those.
IM AFRAID OF THAT CAMPSITE.
the campsite where some girl grabbed my bolster and couldnt let it go.
ALSO THE CAMP SITE WHERE SNORING OVERRULED THE TENT.
noisy noisy noisy.
hahaha, glad you girls had fun.
i miss you girls too.
vjc is so boring without you fellow polkadotties.
Eunice Ng @ 4:07 PM
...at the beginning with you (:
Sunday, June 12, 2005
i realised tt this blog is dead too... haha... i can't believe tt u ppl caused a scandal in camp larh... i tot tt was normal and everyone did it... weird... haha... oh i tot ur lodge was haunted... sam told me it was and the guider said that if anything fell under the bed u shld not pick it up... haha... sam was worrying abt it cause mello made her pick up the batt... haha... poor gal... haiz... examz are comin!!! and i have hardly started on it larh... anyway all the best for ur exams yar... miss u ppl loads (esp those not in SA) haha... take care...
nanz @ 8:25 PM
...at the beginning with you (:
Saturday, June 11, 2005
this blog has been neglected! it is crying out for some attention! [much like someone we know, hmm] anyhow, i shall do the favour of telling everyone about btc 05. =D bear with me.
mm. first day. incidentally my sweet seventeenth. i fell asleep on the bus and my head rolled all over the place. including sam's shoulder. i vaguely remember getting it pushed off. and then more rolling. got to camp christine. played some game on the grass. ate. discovered my phone thought it was in malaysia and didn't reply birthday msgs til evening. :( attended some sessions. sam and i caused a scandal by bathing together. it was vastly amusing. the dorms were fine. i accidentally dropped my phone batt down the crack between our beds and thank goodness the dorm isn't haunted. talk about boogeymen under the bed.
i've lost track of the days' events. just eating, sitting, and listening to lectures.
last day. crossed out the last squares that dictated our fates and boarded the bus back to the guide house aka civilisation. =D
aiyah this is really boring. nevermind. i shall share what i wrote during our spare times [of which there were many]. it is utterly unrelated to the camp, but i'm trying to reactivate our dead blog. =D
'tween gentle drifting and slow parting of mists
you're there
staring at me, unspeaking.
judging me
as i wilt under your condemnation.
'neath fallen tree and cloudy sky
you're there
face to the wind, unmoving.
your back to me
you don't notice the rain falling.
and still
i dream of you
the half-teasing smile on your lips
the high smooth curves of your cheeks
the mirthful laughter in your eyes
burning into my memory
a brilliance too bright to bear.
i turn away.
the clasp of your palm against mine
fingertip to fingertip
the pulse in your wrist racing
at my trembling touch
and your gaze threatening
to burst into a riot of flames
a steel sword, a satin ribbon
the moment unbroken
until
conscience snaps us back harshly
into black-and-white reality
and we fade into nothing
but broken ashes
of a fire that burned too bright
too fast
[070605]
tata
mello. @ 11:45 PM
...at the beginning with you (:
