WEEK 2 - 5 INMA2 TOMMY QUEK 3 - 7PM
WEEK 6 - 9 WANI2 ALAN RUDGE 12 - 3PM
WEEK 10 - 13 (ADD ACTING WORKSHOP, ALFIE SIDDONS 12 -3PM)
WEEK 14 - 17 COMDA BINA 9 - 11AM
WEEK 14 - 17 (ADD VIDEO EDITING, GAIL 3 - 6PM)
WEEK 18 - 21 IMDP3 JEFFERY ANG TUES 9 - 12PM
WEEK 18 - 21 IMPD3 JEFFERY ANG WED 12 - 3PM
WEEK 18 - 21 IMPD3 JEFFERY ANG THURS 12 - 3PM
WEEK 18 - 21 IMPD3 JEFFERY ANG FRI 9 - 12PM

All of Hagefive are in the same IMDP3 lectures!! Oh god, I'm so flushed with excitement I can hardly breathe. Now, to become market spoilers! Block-teaching appears quite an adventure, doesn't it? We're heading back to Temasek Design School after work (as seniors) today in togetherness to strut our seniorship. Come tomorrow, final clash! Exhileration is brimming! Can you smell the hype in this entry? I miss school so much; I miss the other four so much.

The bosses of Brandneu just gave us interns a treat at a Thai restaurant along Boat Quay. The interns are so full from the meal, they're groaning.

Can't wait to be at school later this evening!

Beautitude emerges from a smile that radiates for miles, uncountable. Laughter never fluxed with the unconditional unlimited. From far to near, friends have become. My spirit no longer jolts with bleakness, for love has been renewing like a refreshing wash of water-gush. Happiness refuses to be professed in meer penned-accounts.

Nirvana, as it speaks.

Where dreams design an emulsion of the unfrantic and tranquil surreal state of sanity, where superstitious eyes avert their subject of immersion, where the plains of imagery are surface, where life is lived by the rules of the old school, where bashfulness spells saccharine innocence, where words become divine with overwhelming depth; where mortality beyonds heaven.

It's funny how one person in the group gets hooked up, leaving the other two stranded in singlehood. It's funnier how the one person who is unavailable becomes available, while another person in the clique gets taken up, leaving the other two drifting in excessive freedom. It's funny how that one person always remains single, despite the other two switching partners every now and then, experimenting new adventures. It's amusing, how relationships become a cycle of our development towards adulthood when all we ever do is play the fools, in Love's namesake.

It's funniest, how my best friend (Xue) called up twice out of the blues to enquire about the definition of the word 'Deviation'.

Hokkein version
Li wu wa zai "li ho bo"
English version
You had me at "hello"

It's been a bustling day at work, and I'm finally permitted to leave the office at 7:04pm after a crazy day dabbling with Microsoft Excel and Macromedia Fireworks. Good news, Pimp is perishing.

Now, back to home for my first meal of the day, pooch-loving and some good ol' television.

I left the window with my blog in the internet explorer browser while I was giving tuition. My mum read the recent soulcleavave.blogspot.com's entries and shot this at my face,"Why are your entries all like bang wall left and right, life like so cham? Just put everything behind."

1 Following this, entries will be happier ones. Ugly and unglam poses for photographs make me happy with laughter.
2 I should never leave my blog URL anywhere related to home. Either that, or I should switch URLs.
3 Being old school is cute.
4 What does "bang wall left and right" mean?

Yesterday was so much fun. Really.

Bet Che's in love.

A fan of love - I once was. Attraction swirls around a negative note of phobia and it switches to retreat. I loved love; loved being in it; loved pursuing and preserving it, but always hated discovering it wasn't exactly love at the end of every futile escapade. I've abandoned them all, those immortal-dreams that kept me a crying owl in the nights and invented a sheepish ghost of me in the days, those tiring day-dreams that stretched the timespan of durability and concealed my freedom to eccentric manifestation. It had to snap someday. I guess that day was it.

I know I'm attaining the inner let-go because I've been acquainted safe in a horde of loved ones and kind strangers. I'm in betwixt memories and joy. I lost some, and I gained others. That's life's function for you.

The happines that lingered in them swarmed irritation and grim to burst a thousand bubbles. Intently, I stared into them and pondered deep. They invited me to much recollection of nostalgia, but they were unconscious. Relations were established from them and they cuddled in a safe corner of thoughts, where comprehension was not valid; where voices weren't marred by mutilation of reality. My heart was betrothed to those smiles, which raised me to highest of utopia. Our smiles which coincided, collided. A subtle melancholy embraces me, and my conscious self compelled reminders that self control was all that was necessary. Many yesterdays have by travelled by, and the happy pictures have been tailored. These are all that photographs bequeathed me with. Let these be enough.

I'm also wondering why it always rains during lunchtime.

The temperature swings a thin line of ice surround an atmosphere and a heart. Glances she dodge freeze the warmth of well-being. In truth, her eyes widened. Was I wrong, to laugh with heart, to smile in gratitude, to cry with felicity?

"Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nuture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn't."

Happy 19th Birthday, Nanny Chen (:

I miss that bitch and that butch!

Okay, everyone online is high on something now, including myself. Grooving to LOCK LAND LOLL. HWAH HWAH.