I hope I've satisfied your blogging appetite.
Or rather.
My blogger appetite.

Once upon one time, I was asked to name a hexagon of friends.
It goes like this, write your closest friends on each side of a hexagon.

I wrote Philemon, Eugene, Hong Wei, Japheth, Phoebe, Valencia and Calvin.
I may have missed out one.
If your name is not inside, well, it is a hexagon, not a circle.
Now, I know people like seeing their own names here, so here they are.

A glowing tribute to them.

Or rather, to those who actually read this blog.

Phoebe - We'd only grew closer in the past few years.
To think we knew each other since Day 1.
We celebrated V day together too.
She reads my mind.
I'd hope we grow closer.

Calvin - We met last year.
Surprising how close we got.
Connectivity bar none, similar interests.
Very Cheerful, Too cheerful
I'd hope we'll be better friends.

Valencia - Meetings same as above.
Surprising blahblah. Great Christian.
Very embracing.
bubbling enthusiam has a name.
I'd hope we'll be better friends.


Eugene may read my blog. I doubt so.

Oh well, I'm becoming musical mad.

Lovely Noise, In the park, Forevermore, Hear this praises.
This week.
I promised myself once I would write the songs I played here.

Well finally
, to the rest whose names are not here.

It is a hexagon.

Also, A shining tribute to 1b21.

To Adelyn, Jayne, Christina, Faathima, Michelle C., Michelle K., Sherilyn, Shin Yi, Raymond, Samantha, Valencia, Rory, Jenny, Geraldine, Soo Kei, Chee How, Kah Long, Kenny, Calvin, Xuewen, Gerald.
Did I get that right.

Kudos to all of you. For.. good stuff.
Yeah.

Now that all that is done.


I'll revert.

Cheers!

Eh? A fifth one?
Must be some self-gratifying gene in me.
I just realised I can post more than one picture at a time.
Bit slow come to think of it.

Labels: Family

I wish I had one of this.

Don't worry if the Last post made no sense.
Hell, after I read it, it made no sense to me either.

Haha.

Anyway, thanks to Val and Cal for everything they did.
I realised I haven't done much yet.
Damn.

Then again I fulfilled my lazy tag.

Funny eh.

Cheers.

After three measly months.
My resolution of at least one post a week lies tattered on the ground.

Anyway, I wish my life was a musical.
I suppose viewing of Dreamgirls influenced that phrase somewhat.
I wish I could sing really well.
I wish I could kill on the keyboard and drums.

Also, something nasty happened dunring practice the other day.

And I start.

The fresh breath of change shaloms into everyone of us at some time.
With the minds of stereotypes I ponder the carrot-dangling effect of change.
AS a donkey grabs a carrot, change leaves an effect of which is unique.

Application of thoughts seem insignificant to the frail dandelion wistful teenage mind.
Musing may seem intelligent however useless.
I don't want to think, I want to do.

IN answer to the many teenagers out there, life is not meaningless.
Something bonker-age fad crap.
Yet when the wisest man in history built great towers and rivers.
It seemed meaningless. Only Jesus can fill that hole.

Hmm.

What use are thoughts?
What use is penning down all this?
Change will inevitably come.
Life will go on.
What meaning is school?
When can one enter the plan?

For it is said that no man can enter the kingdom unless blahblah.
Sactifying oneself will only bring me so far.
I don't get it.

The pleasure of man, which is me.
Undoubtedly is shortlived, laughs and heehaws will end and memberance of each only ends in vaugeness of craniums.
For what use is it?
Why is the foolishness of God, man's greatest wisdom?
Why is man's greatest wisdom the foolishness of God?
Why am I man?
Why comprehension of such is long foregone as a subject one cannot even begin to scratch the surface of which time itself is uncomprehensible.

The promise of peace and joy may sound infantile to some.
Yet it is a promise.
Why am I mocking the very reaches and depths of something unknowst to me?
Is it fair?
Was I there when the mountain goat gave birth?
Or when the sun sets over the block?
Or when the wind is let loose by it's gentle whispers over the sea?
Or when the sea is guided by an unseen hand?

For if Job had it's moment of weakness and Noah and Gideon ended in shame.
God knows how will I be.

For all answers point to one thing.
Or a few.

Here:
Jesus loves me this I know, For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to him belong, they are weak while he is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me, for the Bible tells me so.





I hate this moments.
The feeling of stereotypes crash over me.
But there is a phrase for such.
The Expulsive Power of a New Affection.

I wish I can continue my good life.

Cheers.

Cheers mates.

It's nice to hear people missing me.
Except for a few.

Ah well.
1 week seems very long and reticulated.
Much seems changed.

Or has it?

Bilarage.

Cheekyrio'

All that jazz.
All that jazz.

We all are happy exams are over.
HooHoo HahHah.

Initial muse was the evils of tv.

But nah.
Maybe later.

First things first.
I will thus put stuff in nice numeric order.

1. Exams are over
2. 1B21 is splitting up
3. Watermelon
4. Chalet

I tend to do this often. Even in exams.

Anyway, tis a bit of a pity we're splitting up.
While I have no mosaic or poems or collages or postcards or towels.

Damn.

Ah well,
If you are sentimentally starved, look somewhere else.


Crap.
We're spliiting.

Damn.

You get the idea.

Cheer1b21io.

Just watched Hannibal rising.
I wonder?

Cause I'd rather watch

Hannibal socializing
Or
Hannibal sanitized.
















N to P.Chor.
Chill!
Answers are overrated.

Me thinks.

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