Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Friday, November 16, 2007

Thursday, 15 November

Right after school yesterday, Albin reminded me to meet Ms Wong for the amendments needed to be made for our camp itinerary. I rushed Albin to get up there fast, but at the same time, I really wanted to stay put in the canteen to.. Sorry Albin, if i made you mad because of that. Ms Wong took the whole afternoon to instruct me on the amendments, so I, alongside with Siska, swiftly transported ourselves down to the canteen, wondering if Qayyum was still around. But no, he was at central, so both of us traipsed to central in the torrid heat.

Off we went to Tampines Mall to grab our lunch at LJS. Then..

It was rather early when all of us parted. So, while Siska was had her siesta, I laid in a daze, speculating what upcoming untoward misfortunes would befall on me. Very soon at 2000 hours, I met up with Siska at 7-eleven before we headed off to the big stairs to meet Syafiqah. I finally saw her, like totally! I miss Syafiqah. Hurray.

Siska and I went round looking for water balloon materials before we went up to Timothy's house to collect our files and books we left with him that afternoon. We apparently just lugged our files all the way to Qayyum's house. It may have been at night, but we were as if walking in an engine of a plane. We sat under Qayyum's block and prattled for a while and Qayyum hollered that he is hot as a dare. Someone yelled at him to shut up in return. Siska flagged for a cab and Qayyum just walked me to central as I thought that sending me home would be too much of an imposition.

Generally, that day wasn't a good day, apart from Siska and Qayyum's company.


Past has passed, and gone.
You threw me away,
and worn me out.
What is left behind,
are merely words that kept are inside.

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