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Monday, August 8, 2011
Today's ND celebration was pretty good :D Fav part was NCC freestyle drill thing.
DAMN BOSS. Spotted 203 folks marching too :D ANDERS LOOK SO BOSS IN SCOUTS UNIFORM.
VAL LOOKS AWESOME WITH NEW HAIRSTYLE. Madhu so boss trust me with her hw file :D
Was nomnoming on Lisa's Nutella bread. In the hall was ok :D Was pretty loud though;
Crapping with the girls :D Wore TackleCamp 2010 shirt :D The teachers' performance;
ME LIKE :D MRS CHONG FTW. Ms Kong drumming boss :D The supposed EL Writing test cancelled;
Ms Gordon unwell. So damnit move to Thurs D: Oh well. After that went w PY Clementi MRT;
Then Madhu call me saw her hw file still w me. DAMN SAD take bus back. D:
SORRY MADHU SORRY PIN YEE
Ended up stoning in Concourse waiting for TTC. LOL I SO EXTRA HAHA. 3 of us go JP :D
Ok I guess. Come home slack :D Happy National Days folks!
With regards to the draft I posted ytd, please share constructive comments if any.
The story was inspired by Looking For Alaska, but what really made me feel like writing;
Even though my writing spirit kinda died, was the song Betty by Brooke Fraser.
Hmm her other songs are good too. And she'll be in SG sometime soon I think.
Somehow there was something in the song that calmed me down and cleared my head.
I might work on the writing over the 2day break. Or my PC A. Or Chem Prac Paper.
All the best for Chem/Geog/EL test and PC A!
Once again, HAPPY NATIONAL DAY! :D
The reddish golden leaves caught the breeze, rustling in the cooling heat. A trimmed lush green peppered with pastel flora elegantly melodically humming their autumn symphony in delicate unison, the field stretched interminably, spotted with a cottage or two, with towering trees glowing amiable hues of crimson to cerise, with the occasional primrose. Like a piece of heaven. It was so serene, so pure. Breaking the ethereality of nature, a light tune floated from beneath the Old Oak, a tree that saw my childhood adventures, ah the past. He was lanky, a lad with soothing green eyes, telling tales of the carefree rural life and exhausting adventures.
Draft One of the first half of a paragraph of a story I will probably nvr continue.