11 October 2005
2:01 PM
Mrs ang caught me buffing my nails during math lesson yesterday : She went "Chermaine! Doing a manicure now?" I mean, matrices aren't exactly the most fascinating topic on earth, and I was listening! :) Jingx could testify to that. I was also busy irritating her with constant questions on which row and which column should add with goodness knows what.. Whew. Netball practice Today's prac. really rocked! Alfie said we have truly improved, and it's really heartening to have people encourage you on and work together to score the goals.. I mean, 410's netball team is fantastic (: It's all in the teamwork people!
Anyway, today I was thinking about stuff, and with Janell sleeping like a log on the tables, I remembered that she called me a mean name in the washroom.. It was so -__- it has probably left a scar on my self-esteem for life.. She called me (
drumroll please)
shithead.
SHITHEAD?! can you believe that man. ;)
Gown-scouting with RachieYesterday was fun fun fun! Rachie bnrought me around Orchard looking for a nice gown or dress to fit my bag and shoes. Loads of people have been telling me it is stupid to buy the bag and shoes first, but then again I'm not really a gown person.. I'll probably forget about the gown and just go in a 2 piece.
Rachie here are the pictures ;)
rachie can look glam just pigging out ;)
dresses dresses DRESSES
me intent on my quest for the perfect gown..
rach is a picture of intense concentration ;)
wisma!
thank you rachie for coming with me! You were a fantastic listening ear (:
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It reeks of ignorance and hesitations. You don't know what to call it, but it's there, waiting for your acknowledgment, and you hope that you will never have to believe in its existence, because you know that it spells pain. What an ugly word, you think.
pain.
You don't know what it's like to be haunted by the demons from your dreams, turned nightmares. Or how you feel the tug of your mind against the equally powerful tug from your heart..
You don't know.
It's a farce. A joke you see on television and then promptly dismiss as juvenile and utterly childish. You turn away from it, away from the fleeting faces of Mockery, just as you look out of your window, very much alone.
But we all know that light through a window can cause linear polarisation, and so you see your faint reflection in that window, and it is just as you see it. Faint, elusive, its very essence hidden in blatant obscurity and distrust.
And the expression on your face? You can't describe what you cannot explain, or even understand. How do you go about describing an empty hole?
What shall we do then. How to bring the kailedoscope of vibrancy out of a dark gloom that binds and chokes those who enter the gates of Memory. Memory is but a charade. We live in glimpses of memory..
Let me fight my battles alone. If I am to vanquish the evil aboding, or murder the sandman's advocate, let me do that in my own time, at my own space, with my own force. Other than that, let this be.
