i love my trumpet

running out of ideas for the title,
so i think that'll do.

went to phil youth prac today.
kinda, in a way, enjoyed playing with people i can trust.
haha i guess.

pointed my middle finger several times at poh liang today.
don't know why i should mention that,
but whatever:)
that may even be an act of kindness.

chatting with people for now.
managed to finish my art hw.
yays for me i guess.

that's it for now.
will blog later if i feel like it^^

hw. hw?

gotta start doing my hw soon.
that's so unlike me.

feel like spending lots of time at the loo.
but not now i guess.

want to have 100 best friends.
but that's just plain stupid.

enough.


stop crapping for now.
thou shall not be binded and blinded.

whatever.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

adapting to jc life i guess.
got a really bad impression of the band.
mum's telling me not to join tae kwon do and join the choir instead.
i'll see first.

i think i'm really lacking sleep.
i'm like, so zzzzzzzzzz .
even in class i'm lonely and emo alr.

people say that the 'o's will be released nxt week.
looking foward to it.
where will my score get me to?

but it's not time to wonder and ponder.
i've got to do my hw.
alr have 1 major art assignment.
gotta a few ideas abt what to do.
good luck to me.

orientations finale tomorrow

they told us we are going to be doing a race tomorrow.
an amazing race, they interjected.
we'll just see how it turns out, shall we?

finishing a piece of watermelon now.
know that that was extremely random,
but that's me i guess: randomness is my thing.

zzzzzz.
bro asking for com right now.

crashing : successful

zzzzzzzzzz.
just came home after band dinner.
like so bloated like that.
but enjoyable nevertheless^^

went to crash VJ sea games today.
didn't regret that decision,
except for the fact that i had to walk abt with wet underwear.
which was like so uncomfortable and itchy.
but i shan't torture your minds by going into the details.
i, too, shudder at the sheer thought of it.
so let's move on.

still listening to skapara now.
simply addictive.
makes me go *.*
as i was saying.
now i'm freaking bloated.
guess trying to empty 2 cups of lemon juice wasn't such a good idea.
zzzzzz la.
haha but now i have an excuse to stay up later.
gotta exercise sia^^
kk.
that's it for today i guess.

skapara mania

as the title suggests,
skapara mania is on for me :)
simply love their music.

as for now,
blogging for the sake of it.
crashed VJ mass dance on sat and had a hell lot of fun.
of course, there no fun without getting wet.
and get wet was all we did, 'cos it was raining and the fountain was sprinkling.
okay.
maybe sprinkling's an understatement.
but whatever.
all it matters is that we had fun:)

ah well.
listening to Tokyo Ska Paradise orchestra now.
soothing, exciting and zzzzz.
dunno if tomorrow crashing VJ or not.
all up to kwang lo.
but crashing or not crashing,
having fun is all that matters.
and i sound like a broken record.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

just remember that skapara rocks.

orientation

first day of orientation has passed.
butt is still numb, back's still aching.
all because some smart alecs decided to squeeze all the subject talks together.
what happened to their brains?
...
anyway, not much happned.
besides the fact that i shaved my head,
and left about 20% of my hair on.
head's enjoying a pleasant breeze(what?).
maybe i can write a poem.
yeah, i could, and it goes something like this:

a boy awaiting change,
yet it evades him;
his patience wears thin,
his thrist for more burns him,
and leaves him sorting beans in a tin.

but alas!
a bean falls,
and he tumbles along,
to the edge of great falls,
and all this for a change desired long.

he awakes,
finding himself in a world of ink,
where there are no shades of grey;
only blanks and ink,
no telling night from day.

he journeys,
at the same time wondering,
is this the change i've been dreaming?
yet while pondering,
he takes no notice of his stalking.

the shadow jumps,
bringing the world of darkness upon the boy,
and to another world he goes.
checking his grip on the boy,
the shadow leaps -- -- to a world where anything goes.

fancinated by colours,
the boys watched the goings of the world,
too engrossed to heed the shadow's slippery grip;
he crashes into the fabric of this world,
leaving it with a gaping rip.

now blanks close in,
fear fills his heart,
as blanks erases all proof of this world;
now he clutches his heart,
so as to protect it from suffering the fate of this world.

all was in naught;
the blanks filled in,
and with without thought,
he took out his tin,
and jumped without a second thought.

his feet meets ground,
his eyes glimmer as he saw,
this was the room he was in!
yet he thought of what he saw,
and looked at his tin.

a smile forms,
and without a word,
he leaps-- --

a boy awaiting change,
what will he do when he sees?

sorry about the crappiness of this poem..no meaning whatsoever -_-zzzz