waHOOO!
scented breezes cool my flushed self and warm sparks of happiness
are emanating from the core of my soul...
what was lost is found
FIVE TORTUROUS DAES without my math textbook
had been souring me every minute without fail
now it is found
in a deep dark corner
on top of a cardboard box
of the aesthetics 1 studio room
shining and glowing in all its glamour
my MATH TEXTBOOK
everything is right in the world again...
nothing could make me unhappy..and nothing did
not the 10 rounds under the hot sun of badminton training and 500 skipping nor 75times each p.t.
not the 60 minute long math remedial
not the 2 hour marathon math tuition of polygon angles and pythagoras' theorem...
nothing.
life plays a cruel trick on me time after time
but fate and luck takes pity
a weird life i lead
but a blessed one nonetheless
THANK YOU GOD
it might sound boring this
repeatedly heard over and over again
but it is really like
a HAPPILY
EVER
AFTER
ENDING...
i promise.

ok.
and that was the poem of the dae for fridae.
^_____________^

todae...sAtUrDAe....
i wld type a poem but i m too tired =p
i was all snug in the blanket at 9am
when what awoken me
was the piercing call of the telephone...
guess what?
gladys asked me to join her to go to the Victoria Junior College VIP Open House...
ah kims big blue eight-seater honda was fantastically comfy
the trip was long
and ah kim accidentally drove us to victoria boys school
cuz her directory was 3 years old
but tt wasnt too bad cuz vjc was quite close =) hahax
the lectures were great esp the math and physics one
a lot of cedarians turned up = i didnt expect tt=
like
ANGELA n e 2Cs
WANLING n the 2Is
a gal frm 2P
JAMIE n gladys 2A
a gal frm 2H
me n charis 2S
but wad i didnt expect the most...
HAZEL. MARYMOUNT CONVENT SCOOL CLASS 6B '02
she recognized me n like, gave this kind of signal which kinda meant u grew taller
i wonder if she notice the way i was gaping
Hazel who was prone to laughing at me for almost everything.
Hazel Lee.
what a dae it has been.