i bet there are only few who read my posts. -.-

we have graduated. sigh. 
wo men bi ye le. 
sotsugyou shita ne. 

let me try to correct mr sit's irrelevance in his speech.

graduation is like sunset. It is the time of day when the sun spreads its orange rays from the west, settling into the vast, open sea. It is the colour of gold. The sun has passed from the east, from cold chilly nights to sweltering hot afternoons, and finally, it is ready to set. The rays of the setting sun are the longest, warmest and most radiant. It is when we have walked through four years together, but finally recognizing how much more special and more beautiful each of us are when the time has come to part. It is the time when the brightest of day is gone, and our slanted shadows on the field lead us to a time of reflection. Graduation is bittersweet. It is knowing that this sun that we have become so accustomed to will set in a matter of time, and we will be wrapped in unfamiliar darkness once again, just like how it was four years ago in primary school, just like all separations, just like every day. It is the closure of the day, it is the magnificence before the closure that makes us shed tears, abhor the darkness to come, but ultimately wait for another new day. 

So we wait for the next sunrise, 


I finished my emo speech. haha. 

OKAY. i am busy with Chinese Os, HP scholarship matters, grad night and UK. Lovely, they all just HAPPEN to fall on one single week. yay.
hmm, i haven't really felt this busy for some time. 

Graduation doesn't mean the end, literally. There is not much lag time. The work never stops. -.-

Sigh i don't want to graduate. It is the Nanyang at night where the orange-yellow light glows through the glass windows that i will remember. It is the little corners of the school that will be missed. 

I will miss the auditorium. I will miss backstage. I will miss climbing up and down the backstage stairs. I will miss the (haunted) changing rooms. I will miss being on cans. I will miss the standby-s and the cues from behind the curtain. I will miss the strong light on my face on stage. I will miss theatre. YES EVEN THOUGH WE DIDN'T GET A SINGLE PRIZE WE STILL ARE GOOD!!! we still rock as a club, and i'm suddenly reminded of tang's words "suffer for your art and your art will take care of you". yup, theatre was never about doing what the school wanted us to do. it was about doing what we loved. 

203 was warm and fuzzy (lame at times), but thank God for giving me so many strong Christian friends (like how we used to TRY to do QT during lifeskills camp! and the CD thing). 412 was wacky and crazy (naughty) bubbly fun, and we can do it if we put our heart to it. (: 

that will be how i will sum up my NY life. it will be how i will remember it. i am not the same after 4 years. i don't think anyone will. 


oh no i'm such a longwinded emo reflective person. but i think we all deserve it, right? (:

it has been a while livejournal. 

oh well i just thought that maybe i should post something so that people can actually read and not think that this is dead. (nope, it is not. i just don't post that's all)

KRABI,THAILAND. 
- we took the first Tiger Airways flight from Sinagapore to Krabi since they stopped two years ago! So when we reached there there were banners and people taking photographs. We even got giftbags! But don't count on it. -.-
- Snorkeling was interesting, haha. At least it was something new! 

- White water rafting rocks as always (((: and i'm STILL going to go back and do it if i ever have the time. 
- i got to stand under a raging waterfall. the swim (or struggle) there was HARD. and i could barely see. 

In a nutshell. Haha i am still quite amazed that my parents actually pulled me out of school just for this. But, glad to skip checking of papers anytime. (: And my results are pretty fine this time, except for IH which i have never seen a single A this year. Oh well, let it be then. If not for IH i could have....!!! Never mind. 

Post-eoys are kind of crappy. i just hope we don't have to do Chinese until we all throw up and die. 

悩んでることがいっぱいだ！

Like, 'O's, UK, JC subject combination, Scholarships, JLPT 2 (oh gosh how to pass this it's JC level)...
and packing my table (this is one big frustration)

Oh yes i am still very pissed off that HCI does not offer English LEP. WHYWHYWHY??? 

downloading loads of Arashi pictures made me feel better. i'm still lagging for all the dramas i plan and want to watch. hm. okay. 

*** Stupid Bishan Library had no Wuthering Heights. I thought it was rare that i wanted to read it for UK trip.***

Hm. I have everything hanging in mid-air now. Such as my fic, my dramas, my choices. Seems like i'm one heck of a disorganised person. 

がんばるしかないな！

oh. even my post is quite random. 


 

random inspiration (: and lanxin thought it was some vampire story! )':

Leaves fall softly on a dull crimson roof, shades of autumn glittering the leaf-studded ground. She took his hand; he led her on. She paced herself with him, her footsteps in sync with his. The September winddanced, and mingled with the descending maples. She felt the crisp sound of leaves beneath her feet, each time more cautious as she shifted her arched back to a more comfortable position. They walked up, and they had never stopped. In the distance, the rays of a timid sun hid its faint glows behind the hill, sometimes peeking out to reveal two tiny shadows, bent over but connected. That hand she held was familiar, of a muted scent that lingered from its wrinkled skin. Rubbing her weathered joints, she paused in her steps, seeing him turn around to look at her, white hair of snow like a moving calligraphy brush. She smiled apologetically, glancing down to her sandals sheepishly. Like an eighteen year-old, he placed his arms around her shoulders, brushing the specks of orange and green off her clothes. Together, they inched forward, playing their simple melody against the accompaniment of nature's orchestra. It was fifty years of bliss wrapped in a foil of gold speckles and auburn freckles. They knew they would not stop until the day when the leaves have all fallen, each to their own resting place.

Done written in my hp on the bus back home.

You've won the chance to spend time in the lap of luxury but you have to invite nine buddies (not family) to come share it with you. Who's coming?

1. Amanda Tan
2. Le Jing
3. Jiayu
4. Shao Ting
5. Qian
6. Wen Yan
7. Huichen
8. Nigel
9. Leonard
    

These nine people you just picked are now stuck in this GORGEOUS house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up (don't worry - food and entertainment can be ordered in!) If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.

Room 1 - ME and amanda tan
Room 2 - Lejing and Shaoting
Room 3 - Qian and jiayu
Room 4 -  Wenyan and huichen
Room 5 -Nigel and leon

If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?
leon? or wenyan. cos they are the noisiest of the group? but i wouldn't encourage them to. HAHA!

If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would be who?
Shao ting definitely, as the mum. and uh........ the dad? Nigel? or nigel is the mum. ?

If you wanted candy really badly and all 9 of your friends in the house had some, who would you take it from?
jiayu! haha! but i think she'll be overly possessive so i'll kop some from shao who is nice. (:

If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?
amanda, but seriously who would want to?

Someone's caught on the phone all hours of the night, who is it?
wenyan. :D

it's been 4 weeks since i posted anything. urgh, seems like my livejournal is becoming dead as well. i have yet to post my fics! guess i'm always too lazyyyy.

it's such a boring lunch period.

i need to exercise more... pump up the willpower!









i'm super stone..........................................................................................................................................................................
wish i had my fic with me so i could write something.

3rd chapter done! ((:

Title: Oblivion (series)
Author:  shaded-images
Pairing:  Ohmiya, Sakuraiba
Rating:  Safe (:
Genre:  Angst
Disclaimer:  I don’t own Arashi in any way, they own me (:
Summary: A dilemma is thrown up, and Nino faces a time of confusion and loss. Ohmiya faces a tumultuous series of misunderstandings, heartbreak, and pain, but amidst it all is what true love brings to the table. And sometimes, that over-protection and jealousy may go both ways...

Chapter 3: Distance

 

( I can't sleep without you... )