eLysium

Sunday, October 26, 2008

For the prawn :)

Well I guess school is nearly finally over, and whatever I'd anticipated would be found out got uncovered quite painlessly. I hope it carries on like that.
I was just thinking back on how the class 'clique' expanded to becoming the class itself, and its really heartwarming to know how this group of us has even expanded beyond the class and become a real close bunch that at least I know I can count on. Let me see, it was 5, then 6, then 8 and 10 then very soon the whole class + others who are no less a part of the class. I used to have this picture folder in my com I named '09S05A' and the other was 'The Usual'. And now I realise the former's a subset of the latter, but it can also be that those who are not formally part of the class might as well be.
I know for sure one thing's gonna remind me of this awesome class for the rest of my life - Dj Max and all its songs. And there's the jumping on the lift, screaming, the outings we have mostly pooling and bowling and movies, and of course the school wreckage with our bbqs and rockets (bombs, rather), taboo, hearts, bridge, raffles room mania, all those absolutely unforgettable times.
And I also have this sub-folder of 'The Usual' which I know is more befitting of the name 'The Usual' because I've spent most of my hours this year with (you). But I had to name it something inconspicuous for a variety of reasons.

For the last few years, this period of time would be the emo-what-the-crap-am-i-gonna-do time, and I would waste my time away playing com games or over-shopping (yes shopping too much) or just dreaming my life away. I havent felt it in months now, and I know there's so much to look forward to, I know I fix a whole 2 months' agenda up real quick, and there's really just so much I look forward to doing. I guess I really found some meaning in life already

outofmyhead @ 10:55 pm | c0mments

Sunday, October 12, 2008

I only speak to those who understand

I live on a battlefield.
I walk some miles and see some greenery and its all so unnatural and unfamiliar.
I go back.
I walk some miles again and see some more greenery and its all so unnatural and unfamiliar.
I go back.
I walk some miles yet again and step into the greener lands.
I look back at home. And realise I've been so accustomed to living in a shithole, all my life.
I try to leave, for good.
But I can't, all I can do is continue fighting for another 4 years.
I have friends from the green lands.
Few know of the battlefield. Even fewer know that it's my home. By far, just 2.
Nobody likes living on a battlefield.
Nobody wants to get wounded without even putting up a fight.
Nobody wants to be trapped in a corner with nowhere to run.
Nobody wants all of the above.
Well I've got them all, so who wants to switch homes?

outofmyhead @ 9:15 pm | c0mments

Saturday, October 04, 2008