Poem

Here's my first attempt at doing a poem. It describes a girl I met in my JC class this year.


Subdue my thoughts in your unconsciousness
Distract words with clarity
with plush, mature youth bubble craze me!
Severe me of negativity with your smiles
and in a frame, be you.

-outhere

B levels

today was class outing for p21 of YJC first intake. I decided to bring my PnS along and let it once again churn out noisy pictures for me. nevertheless there were surely some real keepers.
i personally did bond with some of the classmates, did some small talk, cooked almost all the chicken wings. we went to christine's abode for BBQ - nothing original and creative about it. the initial plan to eat prata at somewhere near casuarina ended up being cancelled, and we headed straight to thomson plaza to buy ice and statay sticks and stuff. uploading the pics now.
I had been there before! tho my memory failed me, i still could vaguely rememeber once when i came here with my cellmates from FCBC to watch a movie at a cell members place - at the winsor!

every time I travel I think about so many issues. So many things. Many, many, many little poppies that appear out of no where; they seem to have a link to something existent, something possibly current, possibly deja vu. most probably current.

But pressing issues! culture issues! society issues! sex issues! person issues.


Thank God; I have faith.
-outhere

A levels

Yes, as the above.

For the past week I have been bombarded with self-introductions, lectures and noisy people.YJC, P21, and so the society dictates.What are the odds that a person you have'nt met for 3 odd years pops up in the same JC as you, and gets into the SAME CLASS? Charles Tang from fcbc. What a nice meeting again.


-outhere