mossadance

just cause i've been posting a pic per post (appp), haha.

well. danced today. sigh. i can't believe i missed tues's session. now i've got quite a bit of catching up to do. and - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -- and then, - - - - - - - and that's - - - - - - - - - .
ahem. i dont like to not get to say what i really want to say, but really, given the spot i stand upon, there is no way. no way i can even blog those stuffs out. pityme.

after dance, i found my secluded spot after changing-a-few-spots, and tried to revise for math test. renhui came to join me a while later. but thank gdness she isn't the noisy/chatty kind - maybe cos she was doing her history hw as well. and i just felt the quiet i've been missing for so long. i've been Loving the noise and laughter and all that, but, heh, gd things have to be rationed yeh?

i was talking to huiyi ytd? some night on msn. can't remember what exactly the convo was about. oh. im sure. of course it started off with GC talk. cos we accidentally exchanged graphic calculators. but i remembered something i said. it was somewhat of a conclusion, but it's something that's still pretty etched in my mind. it needs some reexamining. i said, "it takes a woman/women to fight for women rights."...hm...is that true? to an extent i believe. i'll get back to that to dissect it up later. OH. huiyi was telling me about this play...vaginal something...ERM. it's suppose to be gd - feminist something (huiyi recommend one what...)

JUMP! today the lift behaved strangely. my wish to get stuck in an rj lift at least once in my two years NEARLY came true. i hope the jaguar-enclosure-escape can materialise on our learning journey to the zoo as a class. im serious. imagine the fear. woah.

BACK! so, as i was feeling the wind, seeing the trees, eating my sweets, drinking the water, and doing ..the...mathh...i just thought of those moments i love and somewhat crave for. and...how love and hate is really just seperated by a thinthin line.

i love i love it when it's so quiet you can only hear breathing. no words need to be said. (i) on stage during dance performances, everyone's just giving their best, and everyone's dead tired after a few items, but like laoshi said, you just learn to feel each other's presence and you learn to listen to one another's breathing, to synchronise. it just happens.

i dont know about running -cos i can't recall any memorable sec sch races, but after swim events, when that few minutes of adrenaline has passed and your event's over, you just either stare at your friend/stare at the rest (to see if you're in the top three)/ smile at your friends. obviously everyone's still in competition mode, and still maybe, waiting for the heart chambers to stop drumming...but there's that silence - to mark that event's finishing. it's not literal silence cos there will be people cheering, announcements for the next events, whistles blown...but if you do well, you dont hear anything. much. it's like...your mind is CLEARED, you know, you know?

there's such a thin line seperating love and hate sometimes. but it's not always true..and then, how is love and hate graphically represented? i mean, is it a cycle? a hexagon? or what.

ernest ah...tsktsk. can't believe the mario-graphic-calculator boy is so shy...what zhenghong said to him was super funny too. i shall end off with that convo. and oh. i hope mingfatt, and milord and yongzhi wont leave howzat and 3L. don't tell me whether you get to stay. i've your email. if i dont see you at O2, we'll see from there. mingfatt's such an emotional person. read book also can cry...wanchee read also never cry. then wanchee said he told her that when he's with our og, he feels this 'sense of contentment'. woah. eh, dude, it's mutual. cos you're such a happy guy...but the things you say, they've got that melt-heart potential. =
ok. here it comes.

you go over to her, and ask, 'can i sit here?' then she says yes. then you ask, 'can i borrow your pen?' she says yes. then you ask, 'can i see your notes?' and she says yes. then, you say, 'hey, let's get married/you wanna marry me?' she might say yes for all you know, but really, let's assume (rather safely) she says no. then you can whine, 'wahlao, can sit here, can borrow pen, can borrow notes, cannot get married, where got liddat one?'
[you may faint/die]

see, this was suppose to be a quiet, reflective entry. i just can't hide happy snippets that distrupt the flow of my whole post. but then again, there's math tmr. =|

kmli blogged at 3/02/2006 08:52:00 PM

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