as i was trying to consolidate my writings over the last few years i stumbled across this poem i wrote about 4 months ago.

as part of the writing workshop with yong shu hoong i attended. this piece was about having to connect 6 random words together. (my other piece from the same workshop can be found here.)

so forgive me if it seems rather construed, but i think it still holds meaning.

especially given the events in america in the last few months. not that i'm trying to reopen previously stitched wounds, but nobody can deny - the scars are still there.



Differences

It always happened every night.
Before I went to sleep
Grandma would come over to my bed
To talk about
Any thing everyone should know,
Every thing anyone should know –
Always, something.

This time it would be different –
And these differences exist,
Uneroded and prideful
By the passing
Of logic, feeling and time.

This time
She talked at length about
The pale ghastly actresses who stumbled across the silver screens
As if they were the most beautiful snow-skinned swan
As their soulful gray counterparts, ensnared in webs, watched;
The bank robbers in the multitude of comic strips
Always wearing black in their shady endeavours
Which bore no fruit in the whites of their moral superiors;
And the colour of the blood which coursed through all men
Regardless of the conflicting guises it ran under
And the pitiful minority of its colour-blind.
And as she spoke,
It seemed a light had dawned
Upon her shadowed face,
And as I could do nothing more respectful
Than look right at her
And its two small, pure circles of now-healed flesh,
Something deep within clicked.

And somewhere far away,
The clicking will go on,
Albeit for different causes –
But of course.
Differences have always existed.

Watching the slip of hallway light dissipate
As Grandma closed the door,
I sat up,
Enlightened in this darkness –
Tonight it had been
Something of the former.



i seem to like this idea of "the second voice" quite a bit. maybe i should research it more.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

*stand up, point* "HAVE YOU GOT THE SPIRIT?" x10

"everybody has a secret picture of you."

"trygock (pronounced tri-jock)..." (thinking about "tragedy" when saying "shylock")



oh crap today was exciting. as you can see from those quotes.

not so exciting was the fact that i went from bishan to orchard and back to bishan without doing anything productive (other than buying some books! at last) because uniforms were out of stock at both places. ><

and of course there was the almost customary running into (and for a certain someone, running at) the people from across the road. although some of them crossed the road.

met ms chew yesterday in the library during her lesson as well! oops excuse me, make that mrs seah.

haha there goes any remaining chance of calling her "周姐姐". now we'll have to call her "周太太"! xD (ms chew, if you're reading this... oops.)

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

OHOHOH I NEARLY FORGET.

happy new year! no it isn't happy niu year, because it's so terribly lame and cringe-worthy.

but yes i'm still in this holiday mood, with no motivation to do anything beyond relaxing.

MUST GET BACK TO WORK MODE SOON.

JIP's restarting on thursday (for me)! oh the horror.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

Façades

Often times when I go to bed at night
I wonder.
Wonder why I never seem
To sleep tight, sleep warm –
To sleep at all;
Wonder why things are like this
When the grass is brighter on the other side,
A side we cannot seem to see,
For reasons we obscure from our own view.
I wonder where I wander,
And then I wander where I wonder –
Into my grand façade for a little shelter.
But I don’t dare to make it soundproof,
So every time you scream, shout and scold,
My brave resistance crumbles to pieces,
As if the little sands of time
Would slowly wash these walls away –
Or not, by your very eyes.
And then, as these same sands
Wash me away and beach me ashore
In dreamland,
Love appears through the cracks,
For a fleeting moment –
A singular, shining moment –
And then it is no more.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

i must say i did not expect to see mr desmond tan in the bedok central area tonight.

and unlike that popular mantra, i rarely expect the unexpected.

so my face at that time belied the surprise (and joy?) i had of seeing him.

yes, it's been that kind of day.

and fittingly, there shall be a poem to commemorate it.

but excuse me while i retreat into my empty little shell.

i shall be back tomorrow, with whatever i need to say, in meter.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

back to the recurring theme amongst all my recent blog posts:

you know you're bored stiff when:

a) sleep does not appeal to you because it's too boring.
b) you bothered to update all your blog's links.
c) you can afford to walk around school for 1 hour, wait 1 hour to get a haircut and still reach home by 4. on a wednesday afternoon.
d) you do non-productive memes like the one below from bengoh's blog because there isn't much else better to do.



HOW ASIAN ARE YOU

[X] Both of your parents are from Asia
[ ] You were born in AsiaCanada
[ ] You use the term "Azn" (o.0)
[ ] You think DDR is cool
[ ] You've watched lots of anime (not since i was in primary school.)
[ ] You like Korean drama (da chang jin is the only one i've watched.)
[ ] You have stuff hanging on your phone
[X] Your parents want you to marry within your own race (i suppose so.)
[X] You eat rice almost everyday (make that everyday.)
[X] You drink lemon tea
X's so far: 4

[ ] You style your hair (i have no idea how to, sadly.)
[ ] You have a bebo/myspace/friendster
[X] You speak languages other than English (the bilingual policy.)
[ ] Your parents are strict compared to other REALLY asian parents
[X] Your parents have high expectations of you (me too)
[X] You always get A's/B's on your report (well...)
[X] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/Accounting
[X] You know your multiplication table
[X] You play badminton or table tennis (more of the former.)
[ ] You've seen the asian version The ring/The grudge
X's so far: 10

[X] You go/want to go to a university and would NEVER consider an apprenticeship
[ ] You own an asian car (Honda, Toyota, etc)
[X] You're not the only child
[X] You've gotten little red envelopes around February (ang paos?)
[ ] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do (oops.)
[ ] You prefer asian girls (i have no preference as of now.)
[X] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted
[ ] You can do the rubiks cube (and i'm proud of it.)
[X] You have a box of noodles somewhere in your house (plenty.)
[X] You play video games (sparingly, on my 360.)
X's so far: 16

[X] Everytime you're going out your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home
[ ] You have karaoke at home
[ ] You know BOA/Gazette/Ayumi Hamasaki/Gackt
[ ] You've been to a LAN more than 3 times (what a no-lifer.)
[ ] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house (never seen them.)
[X] You own a gaming console (my precious/dusty 360.)
[ ] You play a musical instrument (RECORDER NOT COUNTED RIGHT.)
[X] You don't wear shoes in your house (my house is clean enough.)
[X] You can use chopsticks
[ ] You get nothing if you do well in school (the recent trend is as such.)
X's so far: 20

[X] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day (they do, but usually i go out for work-related purposes.)
[ ] You have asian songs on your computer/iPod (oops.)
[ ] You don't like football
[X] You have a curfew (i suppose it's an unspoken one.)
[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means (what???)
[ ] You know what purikura is (WHAT?????)
[X] You like bubble tea (bubbling with the NCC people!)
[ ] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come
[ ] You've played finalfantasy (o.0)
[ ] You believe in fortune cookies
X's so far: 23

[X] You know what bok choy is
[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"
[X] You have a tutor ("had", but given my chinese it could yet be "have".)
[X] You've had pockys/yan yan before
[X] When you seek for your mother's permission she replies "Ask your dad"
X's so far: 27

Total X's: 27
Your total x 2
Result: 54% Asian

that's very helpful. so what's the remaining 46%? oceanic?

and if things continue at this rate i'll never have to worry about a flagging commitment to literature.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

the only thing of note in today's talks (which i understand are in general universally deemed as, while not completely useless, a rather inefficient use of time) was the lit talk.

which sort of rekindled that flame in me which wants to do lit.

i was more or less sold on mrs perry's (hope i spelled it right) talk, not because of that quote at the end (which will be referenced later, worry not), but more because she really seemed to sum up everything which is beautiful about literature.

so now it's back to that internal debate. BCME or BCML? it's hard to decide, and i really wish i could take both, but an overhaul of my subject combo is unlikely, seeing as i already accepted an RA offer.

grrrr. it's so tempting to be pragmatic when it comes to this kind of thing.





to make matters worse today, i had almost 6 hours in between the last talk and my interact interview (which went fine i guess. shot myself slightly in the foot a few times, but hopefully it wasn't too bad). and so the time was spent in where else but ri.

along the way a few interesting things happened. got bombarded by EXTREMELY weird questions about JC life (all you dirty little fellows), got some uninterrupted sleep in (15 minutes?), walked around the school as i always do and chased a certain someone all over the cca block for an hour.

now you know how productive i can be.

and now, two of the most random quotes of the day.

"literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having babies. life is the other way around." - someone i forgot. if you look past the rather obscene bit, it actually makes quite a bit of sense.

"aiyah go molest women." - someone i shall not mention, lest you change your impression of him. but it's safe to say he went slightly crazy after that. needed a spray of that women's deodoriser in the PB room to calm him down, but we had to take great care to escape from the web he spun which "few men can escape".





chinese new year is a prime time to go out with friends. so zongyi you'd better not let me down this time.

obama's inauguration coming up really soon! somehow i'm looking forward to it more than the last one (ok the last new one was 8 years ago, and i was incredibly apathetic then, but i think it's fair to say i didn't miss much). whee. =)

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

edit: you may take this as a wrap-up of 2008, 19 days late.





after looking back at my academic transcript (which i got with my testimonial today) i personally felt this was a little bit of food for thought.

in secondary 1, at the end of the year when the then CT2 results were released, i remember being extremely proud of the fact that i managed to top the class for history and science. (maybe chinese as well. how ironic.)

but nothing more. studies were where my life in school started and ended. everything else i did was basically borne out of a necessity, an incentive or an obligation. match supports, merit CCAs, volunteerism - all foreign to me at the time.

that continued into secondary 2. where i basically didn't have much of a profile to keep (not even the lowest of low ones), and things like the prefects' elections and scholarship awards passed me by, while i could only sit, watch and wish it came for me.

but i never went for it.

and then in secondary 3, the inkling of change, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis - new to the world, and naturally nervous.

and strangely, i could never get back into the "academic" way of things - my GPA started slipping away. badly. it got as low as 2.80 (excluding that first GPA of 2.75, after which math RA gave us a rude awakening), and never higher than 3.70 (after extensive moderation at the end of sec 3).

in previous years, it had never been below 3.67.

and then in secondary 4 my academic life fell to pieces. only more extensive moderation saved my mathematics butt from a sorry grade.

but strangely there seems to be more satisfaction at the end of secondary 4, then at any other point in secondary 1-3.

but i wouldn't exchange much for what i went through in 2008. yes, even all the scoldings for sleeping in chinese class, chem class, maths class, bio class and many more; all the 10-hour days i spent in school; all the weekends i had to drag my tired body back for a 6th day of work; all the late-night work with my PSLs, APCG facils and of course, that group of 79; all the fooling around before morning assembly, during recess and lunch, after school and during CCAs; all the times i had to sleep at 2am, unable to finish all my work, and still get myself in school by 7.15am; all the times i simply lost it after a school day because it had been so draining.

honestly, i'm about to say i wouldn't exchange my GPA, but in RI, a 3.5 GPA is more likely to put you in the bottom 25% than the top 25%.

i've said this before, and i'll say it just this last time: i'm glad for everything which happened in 2008.

nothing would have turned out the way it did if you didn't do what you did for me, whoever YOU may be. every single one of you who said hi to me, talked to me about nothing in particular, encouraged me, studied with me, and for just being there for me - thank you.

i guess the biggest difference between sec 1 and sec 4 is a certain belief.

that raffles doesn't just develop your body or your mind, but your very heart and soul.

and like i extolled to the PSLs of 2009, i guess going the extra mile made the difference.

if everybody around us was willing to take just an extra step, imagine what an incredible experience we would have.

and now over in raffles junior college (forget the institution bit. even teachers haven't gotten their tongues round it yet), 2009 and 2010 look even brighter than ever before.

because this time, unlike in primary or secondary school, i know what i want for my life.

and also, unlike previous times, this time i have a certain drive.

reminding me of perhaps my most important moment in 2008: the apcg youth summit.

not the whole summit, and not even anything to do with any other facilitator.

but just one simple exercise.

fast-forward to the sunday evening before the summit. all 50 facilitators were gathered in the seminar rooms, having done the meaningful jigsaw game.

then ms lily threw us this one challenge (this is a summary of what she said):

"i want you to close your eyes, and imagine what things would look like after the summit is over, and what you want to gain from the summit, and what you want the participants to gain. then i want you to write or draw it down. it can be a word, a sentence, a picture, anything."

i really stumbled a bit when it came to what I wanted to gain. i wasn't here to just do a job and leave, but rather be as much a participant as i was a facilitator.

but then i remembered one thing.

just the previous day (and indeed that same afternoon) i had been scolded by my parents. for my lack of effort in my studies. and one thing they said hit home. hard.

"if you can't even get your grades right, then why even bother going for this youth summit?"

and it stung. badly. because i really wanted to do this summit, and their words wouldn't change that, but it was the worst possible mindset to bring into the whole summit.

and so the word i put down for myself was simple.

redemption.

i was determined to prove them wrong. that i could do it, and that i deserved it.

and i proved it to myself, if nobody else.

the change it brought about is rather indescribable, and the words to define it exactly elude me, but i know it changed me.

and so now that the issue's being brought up again, it's time for me to redeem myself again.

and i will do it, somehow.

so i guess you could say that's also my new year's resolution.

sounds simple enough, haha.

and strangely enough, i saved those words on my handphone, so i could refer to it throughout the summit.

and indeed, they're still there. how apt.





ok i think my train of thought went off the tracks somewhere, but it makes sense to me, and that's what matters.

something that will make sense to everyone else though, is that i believe school needs to start soon.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

this isn't the twisted poem, sadly (now wouldn't we like that one out soon?).

instead it's an offshoot from that last one i posted.

i sort of like it actually.



Noise

The youth in me screams and shouts,
Building worlds impenetrable to words
With strength I knew I never had in my arms.
But it’s so different with you,
You with your whitewash of lilywhite marble
Sweeping me off my unable limbs
Into the warm moat off your sacred castle
For me to flounder and make more mistakes in
Until you put your finger gently to my lips,
And then the realisation is complete.
That which I am, I am that for me,
And now you join in my symphony of noise.
The scaffold by which you have ensnared me
Is also the only thing which could set us free –
This human construct should be but solid rock
On which we step, to more of the same,
And I’m not saying I’m doing anything wrong –
Just that it’s always been done better,
And you should know that every time
Your lips move, and you divine by your eyes,
I get terribly, terribly weak.
Weak enough for you to do
The things I did
Only you can undo.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

let's see...

in the last 2 days i have done 3 quite amazing things.

1) after a few attempts at doing this thing, but pulling out at the last minute because i was either observant enough or very chicken, i finally did it.

I FINALLY WALKED DOWN AN UP-RIDING ESCALATOR.

(ok the other times i did something similar, it was trying to walk up a down-riding escalator. like the apcg lunch outing to cafe cartel! and on an unrelated note, we also had the immense pleasure of asking for a table for 14.)

this actually shows the power of the subconscious mind, because usually that escalator is a down-riding one, but apparently (as the J8 people always love to do) they changed it.

on another unrelated note, it's quite scary how i actually can remember which escalators in J8 are usually going up and down. it just proves how little excitement there is out of school.

but i'm not complaining. it must be worse for the people who live in bishan.

anyway on to number 2.



2) i fell asleep. at a SHOPPING CENTRE. for 20 minutes. sitting on a bench.

more proof of my belief that among the things ri teaches you, one thing is to fall asleep in the most unimaginable of places.

sleeping on public transport just doesn't quite cut it sometimes. too common an occurence, if you ask me.

and i didn't really do a lot that day. open house. so i was basically milling around, (TRYING TO) talk to people i didn't really know, and all the while showing why exactly, my 2Q people, i am not going to win that bet. at all.

but at least the day was fruitful. got to see all the apcg/ex-classmate people! the day has arrived. now we can see each other on a more regular basis. =)

and more, of course. =)

but yes that's number 2 for you. and for the record, it wasn't J8, because it has a remarkable lack of places to sit down.

gosh i must have looked so terribly unglam.




3) i'm not particularly proud of number 3 (which happened today), but i shall say anyway:

hide and seek at bishan library.

ok this was plenty spastic/immature. but hey it was fun. and like the video mrs lim showed us today said, we should remain a child at heart (something along those lines).

and we weren't even very noisy. although our behaviour, naturally, was highly suspect.

all that because i had absolutely nothing better to do between 10.40 and 2. (eventually it turned out to be 3.30, but i spent the time in between with a sleepyhead, a playful boy and a playful/studious boy who was a slight sleepyhead)

and i thought going back to school was going to be really fun and less boring. (well it certainly beats staying at home, but even walking around the other side of the road and bumping into random teachers and juniors seems to be more productive.)

looks like i'll have to find time to kill in the next 2 weeks' afternoons.

(ZONGYI you want to go or nottttt. cannot all talk and no action.)

and finally, just because i haven't posted a picture for so long...

i shall!

and a poem shall be coming really soon. a rather twisted one heehoo.

but to the pictures.


the irrepressibly, irresistibly handsome ryan tan yi jie at jric! this one with my handphone camera.


another appearance. this time with his much better digital camera. although i was still the one holding the camera. (damn i'm good.)

but just so nobody gets too jealous...


a similarly handsome haozhi. i must apologise for the poor quality though, because i get terribly nervous and all shaky when i meet people who are bigger bossmen than i am.

(and oh, you know, about the egg thing, i realised that the beatles also make the same reference in "i am the walrus" when they sing "I am the eggman, they are the eggmen". =D)

and now, to train your eyes (which hopefully have not been irreversibly damaged from that onslaught) on something else.


note: it IS as bad as you think.

(bengoh you be having pirated copy. this be the real deal man.)

ok then till the next time. (hopefully saturday, because although i don't have any plans yet, i'll come up with one anyway.)

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

one fine day, 3 months before taking a chinese exam, a little boy sat down to have tuition with his tuition teacher.

"my boy," said the tuition teacher, "you need to practice your compositions, because they are your weakest link."

the teacher thus proceeded to give the boy a question to write about, and it went like this:

more and more singaporean students are relying on the help of tuition teachers to score well in their examinations. discuss your views on this issue.

about 45 minutes later, the boy finished writing the essay, and he passed it to the teacher to have a look.

the teacher read the first paragraph, which went:

an increasing number of singaporean students are relying on tuition teachers to score well in their examinations. while we cannot say that they are wrong in doing so, we must also realise that employing the help of tuition teachers alone is not the key to scoring well. rather, it is the effort on the part of the student himself which matters most. after all, the tuition teacher cannot sit for the examination on behalf of the student.

the tuition teacher looked through the rest of the essay, nodded in approval, and smiled at the boy, saying, "well done. this is a wonderful essay, and the point made is so true as well."

the boy smiled back at the teacher. guiltily.
















let's just say that a ticking off is not exactly the way i would like to have my results welcomed, thank you very much.

it's not like i don't give a shit about how well (or badly) i did.

at this point let's just consign this result slip to the inner depths of my messy room.

HIGH five.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

ok the last few days have once again been terribly jam-packed...

1. bintan
2. jric 2009

...but let's cover bintan first.

as you all may know, i went off to bintan from monday to wednesday, and let's just say i had lots of fun there. got to chat a lot with ex-classmates (mostly it was talkcock, but still it was good stuff), cracked and received a lot of jokes and much more.

i'm really really glad 2q'06 is still such a wonderful class to be around with. =)

the long and short of the trip was that:

i got pretty badly sunburnt after being in the sun (pool and beach) for a VERY long time on 2 days. so it wasn't a very nice thing to slap my back anytime between wednesday and friday, although i'm much better now.

i played A LOT of daidee. asshole daidee. and i was the asshole quite a lot. prompting a lot of jokes directed at me. haha but it was still funny. and i did rise to become king/queen a few times, so it wasn't that bad.

i realised how lousy my psychomotor skills are when i tried playing the wii. although they did show signs of improvement after getting used to actually playing the game as if it was in real life, rather than pushing buttons and waiting for the digital "me" to make a move.

i played quite a fair bit of pool/snooker. and i did quite well. =)

so all in all, wonderful trip, but a pity we didn't get to do too much else though. photos on facebook (some of them), so go see! =)

and poor zong yi. first it was talk about his fan club (HAHA. remember the haiku, limerick and the incriminating pictures!), then he got a sand spa treatment right on the beach. =)

my gosh 2q must have another class gathering sometime soon.



and after the bintan trip i (together with zongyi ernie and mr paul lim) tried to rush back to catch the 2009 orientation camp finale.

but we missed it.

=(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

never mind i still got to see my very accomplished psls. well done guys. =)

and in the end i would make up for it somewhat.

by going to jric on friday!

but before that by some wonderful coincidence i ran into mr lim in J8, who was there to check out the latest mini-laptop by sony. and OMG it looks really cool.

but back to jric.

although i did feel highly out of place wearing my black lasair shirt, i guess it settled quite naturally after a while, and i must say this:

the ceremony was quite fantastic.

the speeches were very very inspirational and food for thought, especially max's (i'm very proud of you, even if it's only for lugging that huge suit around), and it's the first time i got to see the new principal of this school up close. =)

and of course there was the usual high-ness at the end, with all the cheers and the dance. which is a really nice song to dance to by the way. very meaningful as well. everything on the day just tied in remarkably well, so kudos to you guys once again.

and afterwards there were various interesting events (taking photos on the auditorium stage! sorry if i didn't manage to take pictures using all cameras. i was REALLY overwhelmed) and of course,

there always needs to be a dunked person.

and this year it was max, but with a variation:

it was done in the canteen sink.

haha go read max's blog for more. terribly funny when it happened. =)

and then following that was a really nice dinner with the psls (who were still very high after all the action in school), and then truth or dare and lots of nice chit-chat.

and at the end of it, i guess even though i didn't play any part in this entire operation (except maybe on 1 dec - just a leeeeeetle beeet), like i told one of the psls, it's been really gratifying to see them through this watershed moment in their rafflesian lives.

all those smses i sent out may have been very predictable, and irritating even, but too much support never hurt anyone, and in the end they did great.

i guess it's just the feeling that in the end, this abstract thing called the rafflesian spirit is still burning strongly, after 185 years.

and it needs to burn even brighter than ever now.

i remember that just over 4 months ago i was talking to an eventual camp commander and an eventual spsl about this exact thing - being a psl.

and it's really gratifying to see that it turned out much better than i, the pessimist or practical optimist, envisioned it.

it brings back memories of my own 1 year ago and beyond, when i was busy with these exact details.

and it was a mind-blowing journey, and i haven't completely made sense of it yet. i even needed the help of my other psls to help me do that, and to that i'm very grateful.

so to the psls of 2009: to infinity and beyond? possible. way possible.

ok then that's a huge load off my chest.

pictures up later on i guess! (yes, it's ryan again.)

oh and speaking of ryan, i've found his new blog (well he told me), but for his privacy's sake it shall not be divulged. haha.

and orientation's going to start reallllly soon. wow.

o results coming out on monday! not sure what to feel about that.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

100th post! yay to me for making it this far.

i'm completely in the wrong mood to bang out an update, so it shall have to wait. but i promise there'll be a place for bintan, and a place for my old school, and the new one as well.

but oh wait.

they're now the same, what luck.

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...

hello everyone!

happy new year firstly. 3 days late too. ><

but i have a good reason because i was out of the country.

in sarawak! specifically sibu and kuching.

long story short, i enjoyed the trip thoroughly, i think both sides of my family are really cool people (although i'm hardly as cool as them yet),

and i even had time to meet titus in kuching (who was also there for family reasons)! what a stunning coincidence that is. and we didn't even meet at the airport. of all places we met at a shopping centre, which is even more rare and unlikely.

and i'm proud to say that on the trip i had quite a bit of time to think through things really nice and clear. (don't have much of a new year's resolution yet though. my journey in 2009 will take me places hopefully, and i want to be as surprised, yet thankful for the unique way things will pan out.)

this includes coming up with some preliminary (sketchy) ideas for poems and things like that (amongst the many i have swimming around in my cranium now, and plenty of which i will eventually forget/discard), so i hope i can keep to that promise of mine.

and for good measure, here's a little something rather relevant to that last poem.







enjoy 2009 people. will be back from bintan on wednesday (leaving tomorrow), and then i shall vomit out my mundane chronicles sometime then.

and to all my sec 4 juniors: hope you had a good first day, and have a wonderful camp! =)

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...