a different kind of apathy

Monday, March 14, 2005

well... for the past few days...
capriccio was entertaining. enjoyed it pretty much, but its not that kind that will make you go "wow! and leaving a special smthg in your heart..."
but good job nontheless to elaine, yanting and michelle.

sentosa on sunday was quite fun too, i guess.
led the songs part... played frisbee and vball...
BUT EUNICE I MISSED YOU SORELY.
:(
i loved the ride on the monorail, sitting on scorching hot uncomfortable seats, feeling the hot wind coming thru, looking at the scenery, the lapping rhythm of the blue- green water.
walking along the beach, slipping on parts of moss, making imprints in the soft wet sand, feeling the cool waves sifting sand under my feet.
i feel almost like a kid again, drinking my mango freez and getting my hands sticky where it dripped.
i have missed that feeling.

your face is your advantage, and i know, we all know, that you are well aware of that.
i just hope, sincerely, that you wont ever become one of those two faced bitches that i have no regard for.
i hold on to what little faith i have that you wont trade friendship for something so insubstantial.

fac outing was quite fun...
wouldve been more so if more classes bothered turning up...
i dunno, its basic courtesy? at least if you had enough respect.
and i respect seb, shaun claire and guano's efforts enough to go.

i love my choir, im so sorry seb. im so sorry claire, for your hopes in me.
i may complain sometimes, but ultimately, i love my choir.
and i hate the admin. i hate vehemently the idea of selling myself to the sch.
and that's why, tempted as i might be, i wont join council.
i dont see myself having enough passion to last thru, but its different with choir.
i love the people, sitting at kap today after prac.
just laughing our heads off like we own the place to sua ning's lame jokes, and kenneth's too.
its very comfortable, very homely.
and im not prepared to give these people up, to give the comp which ive slaved so hard for, up.

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