Get Ready to Go Again

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Mrs Ang : Here Cheng Heng, have a piece of cake, I've been so unkind to you. With good reason though. (Passes cake)
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Well, two weeks to prelims. Damn, where the heck did all the days go... Guess this is what using a credit card feels like.

Managed to convince Bryant to follow me to Woodlands Library to study, since the place looks, sounds and *normally*, is peaceful.

Unfortunately, as per normal, when I have an idea, a couple hundred other people will have the same idea at that same moment. The place was packed, and for some reason, everyone seemed to come in groups of three, so there was never a seat for the both of us at any of the tables.

An hour and a half of freefragging the Bendemeer E Maths papers on the floor, we gave up and deviated to the comics section as his request. Tried Macs, but they don't allow you to study there on weekends, stayed at the foodcourt for an hour or so.

Then, we wound up at the new games shop that opened up. Which I never saw, despite going to Causeway Point every week, but they classified Metroid Prime Hunters as a New Arrival. It came out in 2006. Place is pretty cheap though.

Saw a couple of little kids playing badminton as we were walking through the estate. They look better than half the class at it, if our PE lessons are anything to go by.

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Bryant : Feel like playing as well?
Me : Why not? With them?
Bryant : Nah, don't think so.
Me : Because we're antisocial bastards?
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : Or you just don't get beaten by an eight year old
Bryant : That too.
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I must have struck his dad's car more than 10 times in the half an hour we played. Not intentionally, though even he admits its an ugly car.



Physics was okay today. They shrunk the paper to fit within two hours by cutting the MCQ, but it still went well. Bodes well for the prelim.

Mrs Ang is playing conscience games with us. She gives us CAKE to try and make us feel guilty about not doing our work so we'd do it. And it was good cake! It's working too, so now we're all trying to squeeze it in between doing Mr Lam's MGS paper.

Career talk today, went to the engineering course, and all the signs point to me being an engineer. Need to be good at Physics, good at Maths, and don't mind getting dirty, and not too many people want to do it. My kind of job!

*Daydream Starts*

Me :DIE MATHAFUKKER!! THATS THE LAST TIME YOU SPAWN CAMP ME!

(Bashes Pyro's head in with big wrench)

*Daydream Ends*

Anyway, just to end off, something Kai Yang spotted today at the bus stop.

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Kai Yang : Guys, look! Lesbians!

*Points to a pair of girls holding hands and walking*

Me : Wow, he's right!

Bryant : Guys, just because they're holding hands doesn't mean they're lesbians. I mean, my sisters do that as well, they aren't lesbians. Wait, uh-oh... What if

Me : Lets not go there...
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Because that is wrong on so many counts. 8 (

Started a Facebook account at 3am on Sunday morning. Kevin Wong found it within 24 hours. And I hadn't even told anyone yet. They'll make a stalker out of him yet! 8 )

Dying City

Walking through the ruins of a dream I once held dear

Seeing only desolation and emptiness down here

I raised this city of a dream, I did it oh so fast

But the essence is so near death, its life now in the past

The wind howls through the barren streets, cold and unforgiving

Sapping away at my very will to go on living

I seek shelter behind a crumbling wall

Anything to stave off the chilling squall

Rain beats down mercilessly without pause

As I huddle pathetically behind the wall, a rebel without a cause

All alone and broken-hearted, as the rain mingles with my tears

As they both slide down my face, as I watch my city dear

Turn to dust, and nothingness and air

As I stand there in the rain, in the zenith of my despair

Then it hit me, like a paper ball casually thrown

Perhaps it is a good thing that I had only known

The dream for such a short time, so the memories

Of that which I mention as a dream allegory

Are mercifully few, for the time was brief

But so sweet the were, reminiscence brings nought but grief

It is better to love and lost than never loved at all

To take that plunge and risk that painful fall

And along with that epiphany came the light

The rise of the sun heralding the end of night

Storm clouds stop pouring and begin to slowly clear

And gone with them are my sorrow and my fear

My city still lies in ruins, but now it’s far from dying

Life still hides in the cracks, so far from expiring

Should I try to rebuild it? Or should I start anew?

Start once over again or search for lands afield?

No matter, I have plenty of time to decided

How the resurrect this dream which almost died

Once again, I walk through the ruins of a dear I once held dear

But now, in a different light, with hope and second chances here.