soul entree
from my hands i could give you
something that i made
from my mouth i could sing you another brick that i laid
from my body i could show you a place god knows
you should know the space is holy
do you really want to go?
say it right
the architect
Dean. competitive swimming is my game. i figured i could be a lifeguard but that means i would be letting more swimmers drown in the pool. my speech and my thoughts doesn't seem to have a common understanding with each other. i hardly have time to take new pictures of myself. materializing architect. blatant, derailed, mirthful, coy.
on government service. wtf.
birthday: 13061987
location: singapore
killing time bag
photgraphy, photoshop, competitive swimming, brown paper, long bus rides, lifeguarding, stoning while flipping thru GQ, chilling with pals at any coffee branch, music, purchasing A&F and American Eagle Outfitters, reading literature text, submerging through books that says World History 1900 - 1997 & excessive clubbing.
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01 March 2006
confessions of a pseudo-confident soulliterally, im now hours before the results of my As is beingthrown into my face. can imagine the look of my ct, civic tutor,as he pleasantly proclaim my bad results into my face. if he does,im gonna take his meditation list and smack it right on his face.cruel ei, but thats how life goes.went back to school fer the final time before results, bitchingand have a last glimpse of thye campus. loads of memories carvedin my mind and heart. sadly most of which i truly want to cast aside.but den again, why complain. all of the memories and experiencemake who i am today; a more knowledgeble man.my life wud not be the same if i hadnt enter the school.the tracks reminds me of sweaty, well worth runs and relay heats;the band room where diff ppl come tog to make music and bond;the classrooms where students engage their mind and crack jokesoutta each other; the cafeteria, a typical school cum social zoo, good foranimal behavioural studies; the parade square where we sweatearly in the morning as we listen to mis-pronounced words by the principal;the lecture theatre where we frantically find ways how to sleep in frnt of the lecturers n not get caught sms-ing. Lastly; the Althing, hall. where i will stepmy foot into the future, my future tat depends on my results.be it tears of joy or happiness, jc has made a huge impact in my life.thank you guys for being part of this wonderful journey. it was fucking worth every minute!
