A farewell to friends. (Feel free to write your own LOL.)

Hello all who may happen to poke around this dusty corner of the internet- which is no one. (Kind of makes me wonder why I'm bothering, but I just wanted to close this properly.)

Well, our journey together in the same school has come to an end. Over the last six years we have all laughed, cried, suffered, mugged and eaten together. We have spent many late nights cramming and rushing homework, and finally we enjoy the fruits of our labour.

Let's not lie to ourselves- there are none of us who held on together to the old class spirit after all this time. In a way, we never got along well together as a class, and so when reshuffling came around, we just assimilated into our new classes and forgot about the old M05103. We can look back at the past now and wonder why, how such wonderful people never got along well together: was it our personalities clashed? Were we just too childish? Did we just not bother? But really, there is no point; the past is the past.

But even so, I am proud to have spent two years with you guys, even if these two years are far off in the distance and shrouded in the mists of time. From our class comes Donovan, valedictorian for our class of 2010. And we have Shi Yang, a top academic student. We have Kylie, whose works have already been published. We have Sidwyn, who's fresh out of high school and already developing iPhone applications. And I'm sure everyone else who was in this class has their own strengths and achievements to be proud of.

For me, this class was the beginning. It was where I made my first friends, friends that last till today. There are quite a few of us who have forged rather strong bonds, such as Yong Xue, Shiuh Sheng and I; Kylie, Cancy and Rashidah; Kai Hui and Joshua Ong. And I'll always be glad that we were all part of the same class once, that we all started on this journey together.

But let us not forget our old classmate who did not make it to the end with us. Rest in peace, Joshua Yeh.

And so now that we've graduated, it's time for us all to part ways. Some of you will be flying off very soon, and you will be missed.

Wherever life takes you, I wish you well.

- Jun Yup

Rest in peace, brother.

Even if no one will read this, even if no one ever notices it, it is my sad and obligatory duty to post this.

Good bye, Joshua Yeh, old member of M05103. Over the years you have become almost a stranger to me as time brought us apart, but you continued to make an impact on the lives around you. The struggles were many but you fought on, and today you have gone home into the service of the Lord.
Good night and farewell, brother. Until we meet again.

For those looking to bid him farewell, you may do so from 16th to 19th March 2010 at:

4th Floor Ruby Room
Singapore Casket Company (Pte) Ltd
131 Lavender Street Singapore 338737
Tel: (65) 6293 4388

17 March ; service at 8pm
18 March ; service at 8pm
Funeral on 19 March ; service at 9.30am

For more information, refer to http://mustardseed-prayers.blogspot.com/

- Jun Yup

lala

BOO

dead blog. decided to post. whee.

XD

nanowrimo!!!

ladidadidah....

bored

whee got tired of seeing the same post over and over again when i clicked.
so here i go
whee

errr
dunno

let's see...

ah ok.

monday was interesting
0 slack time
5 (or around there) cups of coke
1 bad gash on my leg
0 boredom time too
3 very interesting incidents

yep. and if you noticed, the first letter (number) of each line of the previous paragraph, when read vertically, makes our class name. whee

not that it's that cool of course
usually i do it with names
so the lines after each letter are about them
haha. like a secret message whee.
it's nicer that way, cause it has meaning then
good thing i can try again though, cause... say
hi!! to another one. this one says nushigh! =)

XD i'm bored yeah. let's see...

hmm. kinda sad how this blog is largely abandoned now. and how our old mentor group hasn't met for so long, as a class. mm... anyone free during june hols? wish we could organise like an outing.... last week of the hols maybe?

hmm

whee that's all. just hit me how much i miss posting homework here XD
ahh homework!!! sigh.... lit cr and project....

whee bye =)

heyy i guess i should post something. but i guess it's weird, i don't know what to post about.

okok here's something.

you guys know i read a lot of fanfiction yeah? no? okay, now you do. yay.

so ... hmm yeah that's how i realized that emo-ness, and i refer to the clothing and appearance, is so, very nice.

and that's simplified already.

okay another thing about fanfiction.

here's the thing that stumps me. some of them, and i mean the good ones, totally surpass the original. i.e. harry potter.

yeah. i can't believe i've fangirled an authors fics. haha but i guess i was dragged into it by my friend.

wish more people would read fanfiction.

it's good for the soul, yepp it is.

a poem

Auguries of Innocence
William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

this is a really long poem yes, but it's really nice yeah? haha. just to change the post that i see everytime i click on the posts section. =)
have a good term! lol.

post lalaa

this is a post just for fun cause i'm bored of the 24 hours thing, not that it's not good, just that i'm bored. haha

not making sense here.

what would happen if one day you found out that everyone you've ever known and everything you've ever done never existed? not gone, not dead, but really never happened? and all of it was just in your mind. freaky right?

oh i just watched a beautiful mind haha. that's why.

bye!

“The world is a collage”This is a poempaintingwordperformancepiece.All of the following words describe scenes. All of these scenes contain signs. The signs may not obvious, but they are there. In some cases, there may be a large number of signs, in which case, all are to be included. The colors of the signs, the numbers on the signs and the text and language of the signs are to be emotionally and chaotically combined on one huge imaginary and ever-present canvas, a painting dedicated to Arlene Schloss. The signs exist in the following situations:Nurses talking near hospitals before they begin work on autumn days when the moon is full, mailmen who drink canned coffee by themselves, retirement age janitors at the Louvre looking over new tools, miners in dangerous elevators, mechanics with legs sticking out from underneath cars with oily radios pouring out 20 year old music in the background, people with hangovers standing near open graves, hippos that go into the ocean, gardeners driving to buy trees with roots wrapped in burlap, people leaving yellow cabs in a hurry at night, an urban area full of people flying kites, parades in cold weather, parades in hot weather, soccer games, baseball games, mushroom hunters, tennis games, weavers of silk carpets, football practice, smugglers who do so to feed their children, archery ranges, barbecues for groups of people ranging from three to three thousand, streets being paved for the first time, clothes being hung to dry, hunters who do not drink when they are hunting, the tallest building in Manila, fishermen who drink but stay on shore, fireman, trappers who do so with respect, amusement park employees who have lost their keys, children who sleep in tents in their backyards, photographers stranded in Mozambique, moviemakers who sleep well, people who use handphones during meetings and housepainters who do a good job.

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Places where elephants are, shelves full of books about ferns, silver airplanes that seem like paralyzed flying birds, the happiest person in Uganda, red weather balloons, magazines launched in the ‘70s, instructions for assembling tents, Vietnamese tour guides, the cost breakdown for a satellite dish to be installed in Yugoslavia, ugly public sculptures, the Vatican, Domino Pizza, Mecca, the Holy Land, toothpaste factories, a place where a picnic table was accidentally burned, a barnyard, a waterfall, flocks of thin white birds, grey lines of highways, the only stuffed armadillo to be found in South Africa, lakes holding sailboats, a Paris metro ticket, canoes on rivers, the oceans slapping big ships, the most loved Swedish politician, the most elegant shoe store in Mumbai, fog eating a city, organic apple orchards, alphabets, Christmas tree farms, strip mined landscapes, desserts full of unwanted testing, an environmentally friendly golf course, a fireworks display watched by an Amish family in a bus station between Chicago and Kansas City, bonfires, the diets of djs, traffic accidents as a result of animals crossing highways, unemployed male prostitutes in Taipei, railroads used by bikers, places that serve take out prata, housing subdivisions, the Empire State Building, the Pyramids, the shopping list of newlyweds in Bowling Green, Ohio, the first Chinese cookbook in Peru, the Tokyo Dome, a kindergarten in Bonn, the most depressing high school in Teaneck New Jersey, the harbor of Rio de Janiero during an eclipse, the Great Wall of China being discused by mathematicians, Red Squarebeing discussed by visiting Irish tourists, Kmarts in Canada, driving schools, elephant orphanages, missile testing ranges, forest fires, a Gutamelan dentist’s office, power plants in Minsk, black boxes of intergalactic spacecraft, Kyoto florists located within the train station, the insects which live in the main Xian post office, the humidity within the Sydney Opera House, the deli on the corner, New Orleans classical musicians, Microsoft paper useage files, cloud seeding programs, glider competitions in Norway, ancient light houses, beaches where there are no beach towels, umbrellas on Avenue A, Coney Island, the dreams of a Singaporean civil servant, a painting of the the Great Lakes hanging in a Green Bay bar, the video collection to be found on a typical North Sea oil rig, the Rocky Mountains, the garage of the grandson of Dali’s least favorite barber, the Amazon, the Urals, the Andes, the Great Rock, Mt. Fuji, the Pyrennees, Ireland, India, Idaho, Inokashira, Iran, Iraq, Iowa, people on horses, goats in trees, the Statue of Liberty, every bridge in the world, every phone line in the world, every bit of dust on Broome Street, every modem, every email ever written in Spanish and the oceans.

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Chorus:
Mornië utúlië (Translation: Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië (Translation: Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadow's call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Chorus:
Mornië utúlië (Translation: Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië (Translation: Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

stay strong everyone!
after all, once you hit rock bottom the only way you can go is up yeah?

something that's supposed to be random

And now I can feel the day coming
the day of farewells and goodbyes
inside I seem to lie to myself
and tell myself not to cry

The day that seemed so far off before
is now no longer so
it seems the day came too quickly
the day I have to go

And as I think about the past
the memories flood back
a shower of emotions
the future seems so black

A little smile, a little while
the day we all first met
treasuring moments so carefully
trying not to be upset

And now I try to end this poem
but find I cannot do so
perhaps this poem is meant to go on

what to do what to say what to think what to pray

random

hm i was just thinking how anything that ever goes here is simply homework posts and stuff. so i'm now going to post something totally random and simply unrelated. no flames please.

lalala i want there to be a writing carnival in school for people to post their works and for others to review.

oh and very oddly and totally random, hans christian anderson is gay. as in it's kinda grotesque and sick to imagine a totally gay guy could write so many delicately exquisite faiytales. but they have a rather gruesome twist in the end for some of them so i guess it fits. still weird.

haha was reading this fairytale. about a little shepherdess doll and a chimney sweep who loved each other and who ran away into the outside world. and the gal was so scared of how awesome and big and unexplored the world was, that she ran right back inside again. lalala stupid. the world is big for a reason. if not everyhing would get utterly boring.

for a sense of utter goth and god reading. try sylvia plath. haha if i posted lady lazarus i bet some people would start thinking i was deranged. it's possible to love the dark. oh and sylvia plath committed suicide. by sticking her head into an oven. lalala still appreciate her morbid genius like a wry death-rictus.

Mirror
I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

back

ok back to job, as requested.
when should i start from?
ok. from when i got back.

received on wed 12 jul : chem - assignment due nnw wed 26 jul.
received on thu 13 jul: maths - assignment 3 due nw mon 17 jul.

due on mon: IS - lab report (air strip); chin - jian bao (newspaper thing); eng - research on thinking styles & etc. (i think).

so much hw i need to catch up on.
that's all

bonjour, c'est moi, kylie. i said i'd try this thing out so here goes ...

homework ...
given out today:
IS: Lab and Research Report due in two weeks time
HCL: higher chinese do finish dan1 yuan2 6.19 li2jie3 wen4 da2 by tomorrow

due tomorrow:
HCL see above
GEography Discussion Qn 3

yepp, c'est tout. that's all.
kylie

ooooh havent done my job for ages.
ok here's the homework for the past few days, except the stuff that has already been passed up.

maths - assignment + journal due nw thu 6 jul; bio - assignment due nnw mon 10 jul; int sci - project on clouds due w5 tue 25 jul; chem - revise last term stuff and find out why Bohr's model failed to explain atoms with more than one electron due nnw wed 12 jul; maths - assignment 2 due nw thu 6 jul.

utter disorganisation
whee
-fin-

sigh

sorry this is uber late, but i must perservere!!
received today - maths - review quiz due tmw thu 4 may.
dut tomorrow: bio - terrarium report (extended) ; chem - file (extended) ; int sci - presentation (unextended, but extended in some way...) ; chin - file ; maths - quiz!!
wow. that's a lot.
ok. perservering...

homework -

due on tue - chin zhou ji.
whee.
and your lit stuff if any.
that's all

returns to returning

received: chin - zou ji 2 due tue 2 may.
oooooooooh may is comin!
i suppose the no homework received record shall have to remain as 2 days. oh well.

returns

received today: none! ( or maybe the english thingy)
due tomorrow: bio - lab report 2, presentation on energy sources.
interesting how we are no longer receiving any new homework now. good. they are giving us a chance to clear debts and study the gotten. the gotten knowledge. exams seem nearer and nearer now.
phy test tomorrow.

homework returns

sorry i havent been posting lately. sorry soryyyyyy
received today: none(whee)
due tmw: maths - file, assignment, jounal.
thank you.

home-work-a-gain

hellohello
received: maths - file due nw wed 26 apr, journal due nw wed 26 apr, assignment due nw wed 26 apr.
due tmw: chin - zuo ye 12; bio - sungei buloh report + food web.
phy test tmw as well, i think. MCQ. yeah. 4 vibe and waves.