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stop / start snowing..
    



fairly decent day
-scribbled on Wednesday, February 4, 2009

| Once upon a time...
looking-searching for change.
but its always out of range;
as mundane as it is,
i'd like to make one wish.

you come and go,
almost ever with gusto;
inducing warmth, smiles,
over the long miles.

i reckon the prospects are low,
i think the answer is no,
my heart wants not to forgo,
hoping for a better tomorrow.


LOL. a pretty lame attempt at poetry: DONT flame please.
suddenly feel like making things rhyme. obviously for no rhyme or reason! =__= It sounds damn emo though. But the truth is it was completely random. i just thought of end words and strung them together.....

well i only feel like bringing up today's shooting training (probably because i forgot everything else) we had to take photos to decorate the cca board. 2 photog members came over to help us take photos, and guess whose idea was it to trouble them x) then again it was fun, because we went all the way into the card-dock area to take photos - it was prohibited to step in; precautional measures - so it felt funny and exhilarating(?).. so i was kinda made to squat/kneel in front and the teacher ms fauzana suddenly cut in between me and this guy! upon turning behind, all were girls! WOW, i became and instant outcast! and they were squeezing and stuff and i didnt even know who were behind me, like WHAT? hey, but at least i got to train for fifteen minutes after all the trials by the students. i was told *secretly* that they werent good, just desperate to enter mj as they got posted to some not-so-good school.

like hey. no more gossiping, and on top some real issues. talking about issues, my BIO and CHEM test has MAJOR issues. hell, i hope i dont fail 'em because i would really look bad with an F (OH COOL MR ONG DOESNT LIKE THE LETTER 'U').

Meh, i'm getting more optimistic about everyday then the gloom and doom that i used to dwell on because i couldn't (and wouldn't) catch up with my work. well, i think that would conclude my post.

P.S at least it doesnt look so boring like some recollection of today hehe. (:

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