bitch boy

28th November 1989
Catholic High
Victoria Junior College 06A13
Choir
Soprano 1
screams at random
assholic to the max
will either love you or hate you. so STAY AWAY!
hooked on green tea frap
first class bitch :)
loves a good read
banshee-like
aspiring tabloid writer.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

maybe we'll never walk on those cobblestone alleys again.


Thursday, May 17, 2007

inside, i know its gone forever.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

sov is finally over. and that's like the penultimate milestone for the year twos alr and the final one for those not going for pattaya. sigh. life feels weird without choir. seriously. i gave myself a full day off today and i was just lying around in bed thinking about choir, and i just had that sudden urge to go for choir practice or to just see choir people while walking around school. i think its all the hard work, sweat, tears, laughter and the experiences that we have shared that makes leaving impossible because we have put so much of ourselves into vjchoir. i totally cannot wait for choir this saturday. i want to sing my life away. i want to sing again and again with vjchoir. sigh. depressing when u think about it too much.

vjchoir is the love. sops are the love too,absolutely. and to a certain someone, i am very pissed with your frequent labelling of sops as bimbo and dumb or whatever. because it is unfair and it is a mere genrealisation. seriously. go get a life. and btw, if u haven't realised i AM a sop and i love being a sop, so if u think we are bimbotic then stop associating with me ok. bitch. you're just jealous cos u used to be a sop. you know who you are and i don't wish to have to scream it IN YOUR FACE. so there. u can read this and have it IN YOUR EYES and hopefully you process IN YOUR BRAIN( which you should have since u always say sops don't). there's so much a person can take and that's all i'm willing to put up with.

anyway i'm really glad that the year three sops came back yesterday for sov. it was like the old times again!!!time really flies and it seems like yesterday when i first became a member of vjchoir. i remember the anxiety of all those auditions i had to go through. i remember our first sectionals learning 3 songs at one go. i remember mixing peien up with isabelle. and now in one year's time isabelle is already the new sl. i remember italy. i remember steph farting in her sleep haha. i remember all the late night sop EVALUATION sessions.i remember linking arms and walking through the cold. eating gelato non stop. and of course the standing ovation( oh my, which happened again yesterday at sov!!!!!!!!) :) big suprise because singaporeans just DO NOT give standing ovations easily.)i remember the musical days. my birthday at dawns house(thank you people! it really means a lot to me!)CAROLING ALSO! i remember rushing to and fro between ritz and raffles. sigh. its all coming back to me now. i remember waiting and praying so so hard when they were announcing results for syf.i remember the pride standing on stage as vjchoir.nomanisanisland.

generatio praeterit:)

i miss everything.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

don't feel like walking strong,
shufflin' along on my way home.
trudgin' down that shopping street,
where we used to meet.
but i ain't buying.
i'm wearing my blue shoes and crying

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Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
In the night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Stumbling a little