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Yay! TP Open house is pretty much over and all.
Been busy, at the mercy of others..
why can't some of them move their ass and get things done themselves?
Instead of asking other pple to. -.-
Leadership doesn't equal ordering pple ard excessively.

Anyway, sitting idly at the booth has enable me to make some observations of my own.
Some pple seriously need to get a life.
Kat and I was sitting next to a girl at a particular booth.
Introductions done and over with.
She was completely bragging about how well two of her subjects had scored
how she crammed the night before, how she took only one day to read up and how she topped her class for that two subjects.
And her silly 'friends' boosted her ego by exclaiming what a genius she is and how they wished to have a brain like hers.
then she turned around and asked Kat, 'What's your name again huh?'

What a fluke she is. I thought to myself.
And I know I'm being mean,
but I laughed inside my mind at her for the rest of the day.
Cuz she kept on bothering the IC about her dismissal time and how she had to rush to her lectures because she never once missed a class in her entire life and she didn't want to start now. And how she won't be able to make it on sat cuz she has to study every sat.
She wants to follow her timetable that badly.
Tsktsk. Epic fail there.
She probably doesn't wanna rmb anything except academic matters.

I miss my sec sch days.
I guess that's what you get from Open House. Nostalgia.
Seeing those students clad in uniforms walking around..
I asked some of my juniors how is Ngee Ann doing,
and they replied the standard is dropping.
Thank god I graduated while the image is good/average.
Cuz I can't do anything about it even if it's bad in the future.
Might as well be happy about that lil fact.

I think my post depresses myself.
And thinking about my projects and homework
makes me realize I'm seriously procrastinating here.
Ciao pple. ^^

I, too, was born of a world not the same,
Amongst white snow, a raindrop's shame.
In life's garden, a dormant seed.
A heart held of dissimilar need.

I, too, was awed by lightning's flash,
Embering in mind even after the crash.
Followed closely by silent rain,
Blood-red, falling from the sky in vain.

The wind chimed and the earth shook from thunder,
And my mind was but befixed to wonder;
How could I stand amidst this storm,
Seek shelter not, yet still seem warm?

But I, too, take my sorrow at a sight
Other souls would nonchalantly slight.
And I, too, have felt the need for love,
But could only love that need which I dreamt of.

And as I peered deep through the skies,
The clouds grew black to shut my eyes.
The demon that came in your view,
Now's taken from me what he took from you.

In the garden the seed has sprang,
A nameless child unearths the pang.
Felt for the flower, both eyes closed.
Took twenty thorns to touch the rose.

A wondering mind looked to the sky,
So beautiful it had to die.
Laid it to rest upon the stone,
And turned away a full woman grown.

Singing the same song at a different tone,
In thoughts, destined to die, unknown.
Born unto a world not of our own,
We walked together, walking alone.

Walking Alone- Michael R. Anderson