mini sports day!

played captball with z,zw,t,j and sc against the anglic and nanhua girls. though we lost in the end it was a great game really! I havent played a proper game of Cball for so long, it felt great to monkey-block people and intercept the tallies' passes HA ;D SN victorettes all the way xx

>HCI victors were absolutely awesome, and the way they played were marvellously magnificent, i exaggerate not. we cheered like banshees at the sidelines all the while ahaha

we're counting up 2009 this midnight. hopefully there wont be people who get all indignant at our presence in the corridor and bellow at us to return to our rooms right away again today. *yeap y'all know who's zat! -cheeky grins.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique!
you're the reason i keeping adding scenes into my Life's play.

it's a rollercoaster day, 'gain.

have you ever felt like sometimes the world's just this tiny box that life keeps injecting dramas into, and whenever things blow out of proportion you'll just be squashed against one side of the wall, breathlessly overwhelmed?

for fifteen years i have always been the one standing at the sidelines cheering for someone else's happiness while sending my heart on one- way flights to remote places of the world, only to find that they've all crashed and burnt in my own backyard.

-so thank you for being here, both of you.
y'both are the only two that knows every line/ scene/cue from my play.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
there cant be another disaster this week, my schedule's already full!

24dec]
the bsc xmas party was fabulously zinging! although there were some people sitting in corners and sulking during games/pmsing during the whole party period and dampening the mood, ROAR. yz,yc,c,s,js and i kinda crapped out the whole thing within 5 discussions; but i guess the overall result was still santa-lovely :-)
--gift exchange at night was ze- love, xx.

25dec]
we spent christmas sitting in a cramped meeting room and stoning/dozing off for 3 hours +. Keppel land's the first place to bust my dull-o-meter, dudes. *merry christmas, indeed.

26dec]
i'll have a boxy boxing day all packaged up in a pretty box with frilly bows and a kiss, thank you sir.
immersion today was quite alright, ahaha km and i crapped away all the lessons except pe, where the girls made me play volleyball with them ;D and told me who crushes who in class!
>had wushu today, with some teacher that looks and talks and behaves and irritates like hitler reincarnated! i was giving him death glares and eye-rolls throughout the lesson, roar. >:/ and he made us run five rounds around the track in the cold!


c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
they'll tear us apart if we stay put any longer.

behind a dusty pane
i survey the mirage of lights
below
where carousels and rollercoasters
vied for attention.
fingers gliding through dust
i etched out
memories on the window
paying tribute
to the grounds that once housed
my childhood
my laughter.

time stilled, leaving me
swinging,suspended in sweet air, where
rusted seats creak their protests
and by
dancing behind spring's footsteps
my nose is filled
with lingerings of
grass, lilies, daffodils.

then i could
see
the dampness of earth
buoyant, swirling
up towards
patches of magnolia
or perhaps:
destined to settle in a place
that even from the top of the wheel
i can only
guess from a distance.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
if there's nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night?

Labels: *le repostedo.

when the clock hits four i exhale, slowly.
and amidst the climax of seventy-plus primary ones barreling towards the door, i feel myself tearing. *ah yes i know there will be people saying- come on wenyi you're too emotional-again?

but only four of us were in the P1 classroom today.
and only we saw, the way they snatched at the crayons and lollipops like there wont be any tomorrow.

i feel no spontaneous urge to cheer, it's hard to describe the way i feel as i weave my way across the cramped classroom. the room's emptying, yet i can still hear their voices, syllables overlapping each other like vines entwined. my friends are coming in, they're chalking each other on the faces, and i stand in the middle of the class-- i capture the moment with my eyes, saving eighty minutes worth of experience into my mind, because:

when right now becomes the past, i still want to remember.}
oh, i do, i do.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
'cause baby dont you see, my heart's pieced together with my sanity.

it snowed in the morning!

the flecks were rather tiny, though, like dandruff/ light fur. OKAY i know its poor imagery but really, its the closest thing i can think of that bears a resemblance to the baby snow. or you can save your breakfast in your stomach and try imagining talcum powder instead, hey.

tianjin on monday and great wall on tues were the loveliest days so far!

T} the ten of us sat together for lunch and dinner, ate super little and basically lazed around feeling bloated the whole time. then when it was time to return to the coach, we suddenly decided to get drunk and start singing weird songs from different parts of the century. (oldies included) souvenir shopping was cool, we got some great bargains ahaha xx!

GW} i officially declare that i have a phobia of stairs after climbing the mty gw. ROAR.
nothing can beat bargain-shopping after that though! sc came up with this brilliant idea to speak in english with accents so that the shopkeepers will be falling all over themselves to suck up to us and give us really low prices. so in the end, z was our translator; while b, sc and i were north americans "from the other side of the world" visiting beijing for the first time.

AND
we got everything at much lower prices than the rest! *dances around the room in glee

-today was crabby.
i had this really, really smart idea of asking z to cheer-flip me on the school track 'cause i was feeling boppy. then 'cause our winter jackets were so slippery, i slid right out under her arms and FELL, HARD on the right side of my body on the track!
now i have a bloody scrape on my knee. (&
yippeeyoodles :/

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
love y'smile.

first friday of the first week]

forbidden palace, completed with ice-cold winds frosty hands/toes and plenty of agonizing whimpers all in one package with your winter coat, here you go that'll be 80 renminbi mister thank you and have a (n)ice day. zw z and i were totting around, shivering like madpies, trying to snap shots with stiff fingers. finally we couldnt stand it anymore and decide to hole up in every souvenir shop we came across on the way out. There was this final bookshop (yes, a bookshop) near the exit that looked warm and inviting, so we hustled in like shameless aunties looking for bargains in a bazaar.

Ha.
Turns out they have 2 standing heaters blasting 30`Cels air around the shop! *jumps up and down in delight. we kept going out and returning again 'cause the air was really too cold! the shopkeepers must've either thought that "eh, these xiaomeis are so bookthirsty. OR "wo de tian! they want free heater is it the little shameless hussies!

still, couldnt care less.
I'd rather look like a shameless auntie in the eyes of some balding shopkeeper than to die in a place where icicles will freeze on my skin and turn my lips blue/ purple. I prefer dying with pink lips and normal skin, thank you very much. ROAR<

p/s: i swear my retainers shrunk from the cold!

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
i want to be more than something you just glance past when you're looking at her out of the corner of your eye.

epilogue: no one wou;d've guess how inadequate i feel. this is making me question the very foundation of myself- me.

trudged around beijing zoo when the temperature was at negative 2`Cels! I guess i froze my fingers but managed to warm them by holding them above the zoo- toilet's radiator. roar.

Well after lunch we stumbled upon this hidden gem of a distribution centre, where there were 4 floors and at least 200 little squashed-up stores in it. *prances around in glee ;D! I tried to slash the price with this evil looking A-L over a really nice (but fake, i s'pose) varsity hoodie, then she had to give me the evileye and say: (in a really thick chineez ag-zent)- dont you try to play with me, xiao mei, i'm giving you the distribution price!

HELL-O! vhattheH, indeed. Me, being the civilised person i am, even bothered saying thank you before rolling my eyes and stalking off in a huff! *snorts in indignance* you all should be proud of my manners, aye.

we're totting around the city by public transport. ROAR. getting up the car itself is a challenge, i tell you. Unlike sg where people smile and stand aside to let the people inside get out before drifting in, the bj-ers shove their way (in/out) simultaneously like its the end of the world. Mark my worlds, if there's a "the day after tomorrow" situation, these people will be the ultimate survivors. Their elbows are extremely strong.

its negative 7`Cels outside now, i think.
Someone please tell me my nose will NOT drop off and elope with the winter wind!

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
quote of the week:
tracy] (after being squashed up against zw's fur-lined coat in the lift) oh my god.i think i ate FUR. pui!