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ooh-la-la.
i hasten to laugh at everything
for fear of being obliged to weep
laughters and tears are both reponses
to fustration and exhaustion
laughter gives us distance
it allows us to step back from an event
deal with it and then move on
but i too believe those who don't know
how to weep with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
one of the worse feelings in the entire world is knowing that you arent good enough,
what's even worse is knowing at the same time that you'll never be.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
darn. im sick. argh.
perhaps due to all those early mornings and heaty food.
oh ya, fish and co. ytd surely played a part. and my dark chocolate.
de matriculation exercise had finally ended. woah~
de good news is, we recruited 450 freshies, and there's more who wanted to join. but too bad.
de bad news is, we exceeded de target which is supposed to be 300 and means, de GLs gotta work harder.
hahs. but not so bad afterall.
ytd's matriculation ex ended damn early.
so went to Holland V wid joanne de bday girl, teresa, esther, melanie, jasmine, faiz and clemence.
but clem went off earlier. hahs. went to Essential Brew to slack.
de food n ambience there not bad. shall go there again. price reasonable too.
and heard from melanie tt shop is opened by a grp of undergrads.
they saved up a sum of capital and opened their own business. how cool n ambitious.
was joanne's bday lah. melanie n me went to this party shop n get joanne some interesting balloons.
hehs. slacked @ Essential Brew till 5plus. den headed to town.
meet de rest of sports camp outside Fish and Co., to celebrate joanne's bday.
woah. and its de most crowded dinner i ever had.
54 pple sitting together in a long long table. we even get complaint bcos we r too noisy.
muhaha. we had damn lots of fun. giving surprises to joanne and saboing her.
hehs. but im a good fren. i dun use tartar sauce n cake to smash on ur face.
i juz tell them tt tartar sauce could be used. hehs.
and stupid mudd. he was playing around wid lorraine when they accidentally hit de chair tt de balloons were tied to and de balloons went loose and floated up to de ceiling. gosh. it was high. de pple there said it was not possible to get it down when there's still customers. argh. crap.
wah. and can imagine de total bill?! 800+. my gosh. and even short of 200bucks.
so each of us have to fork out another 4bucks. hahs.
after dinner, all decided to go to taka to play games n slack. hahs.
most of them walked from parkmall to taka. but maybelx took a car.
wahaha. teresa, esther, eugene, ben and me. we took giap's car there.
muhaha. after all de games, giap even sent us home. how nice.
haha. and sorry to poor mr giap. for biting u so many times ytd.
but u dared me to. hahs. denise warned u already isnt it?
i missed all de energy events today. argh.
everything. and even received a shocking news.
"Goodbye Energy Concert". haix.
speechless lah.
nth more to report. gotta get some rest.
damn sick.
one day's like one century when you are away.
*i wont be alone. || 4:12 PM
she is she, nobody but SHE.
maybelyn.
18 november.
and...
she belongs to nowhere.
she loves...
she wishes for...
she doesnt know, either.
understand;
maybelyn;
speak;
mingle;
reminisce;
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