Yesterday's gathering was the highlight of my entire month ^^
It was for dear Gene, who is going to qatar. We will miss you but dont miss us!! haha. I like you, you're an overflowing well of bubbling amusement and persistent blurness. :)
May God Bless your life no matter where you are and we wish you all the happiness you can possibly hold.
She will probably never read this, but I know God does. ^^
Too much happened at the gathering, so I shan't blog about it.
But this post shall be dedicated to Gene.
It may be difficult letting go, but its only when we let go can we cling on to something new.
But that doesnt mean we have to forget what we once held dear, we store the memories in our hearts, tuck them into bed and kiss them sweet dreams. Till a time again when we feel ready to dredge those memories up, when they no longer can cause us pain but only an echoing sense of loss resounding in our soul.
Poetic no? But I mean it. So Gene we send you off, tomorrow actually haha. And you even left your pencil case in school. What were you thinking? Leaving a legacy?? This is yet another bout of blurness coming on.
We send you off with...
amazing amandas (pandas and supermans)
bouncing bernice (you may not return it)
creaking cellos (a tribute from ensemble)
dear deirdre (who was to bring tissue paper)
everlasting ELLIEphants and elaines (i want those two back, one's a sister-in-law, the other my wife)
flowery florence (pretty as a flower)
gibbering genes (goodness knows you need it)
hysterically happy hahas (life is a joke, and we're the butt of it, so make the best of it)
irritating idiosyncrasies (everyone needs a few now and then)
joyful jeanie (ye may blur your way in life)
kindness to all around you (love your way in life)
leaping lisas (with her ludicrously lovely hair)
minute mei kwees (looking as sweet as a doll on founder's)
new neurones (stop being so blur!)
oldie oreos (dipped in milk and shaken)
piping petrinas and paulines (your very own personal waitress and EDWARD IS MINE)
queenly quagmires (sink in it and become a queen~~)
roaring ruijuns (actually no, she's carrying bells)
singing sandras and sophias (we need perspex)
tapdancing tambourines (music is essential in your life)
I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR U.. haha. that makes sense, in a way.
valiant veras and vanessas (not vicious, not vain and certainly not voluptous *glares)
winsome wan-xiangs (my next exclusive sister-in-law)
I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR X EITHER!
yearning yulis (yes yes, yearn for our dear class chair, or the table i should say :P)
I give up on z. hahaa
WE love you GENE, and we sincerely hope you love us too! hahaa.
study hard for o levels :))))
actually i lie. haha
God's a creative author, he's created each and every one of us differently, placed us in different situations, environments and families, friends and teachers. He's written a beautiful plotline for all of us, and we are the heros and heroines in each story.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Yesterday's gathering was the highlight of my entire month ^^
It was for dear Gene, who is going to qatar. We will miss you but dont miss us!! haha. I like you, you're an overflowing well of bubbling amusement and persistent blurness. :)
May God Bless your life no matter where you are and we wish you all the happiness you can possibly hold.
She will probably never read this, but I know God does. ^^
Too much happened at the gathering, so I shan't blog about it.
But this post shall be dedicated to Gene.
It may be difficult letting go, but its only when we let go can we cling on to something new.
But that doesnt mean we have to forget what we once held dear, we store the memories in our hearts, tuck them into bed and kiss them sweet dreams. Till a time again when we feel ready to dredge those memories up, when they no longer can cause us pain but only an echoing sense of loss resounding in our soul.
Poetic no? But I mean it. So Gene we send you off, tomorrow actually haha. And you even left your pencil case in school. What were you thinking? Leaving a legacy?? This is yet another bout of blurness coming on.
We send you off with...
amazing amandas (pandas and supermans)
bouncing bernice (you may not return it)
creaking cellos (a tribute from ensemble)
dear deirdre (who was to bring tissue paper)
everlasting ELLIEphants and elaines (i want those two back, one's a sister-in-law, the other my wife)
flowery florence (pretty as a flower)
gibbering genes (goodness knows you need it)
hysterically happy hahas (life is a joke, and we're the butt of it, so make the best of it)
irritating idiosyncrasies (everyone needs a few now and then)
joyful jeanie (ye may blur your way in life)
kindness to all around you (love your way in life)
leaping lisas (with her ludicrously lovely hair)
minute mei kwees (looking as sweet as a doll on founder's)
new neurones (stop being so blur!)
oldie oreos (dipped in milk and shaken)
piping petrinas and paulines (your very own personal waitress and EDWARD IS MINE)
queenly quagmires (sink in it and become a queen~~)
roaring ruijuns (actually no, she's carrying bells)
singing sandras and sophias (we need perspex)
tapdancing tambourines (music is essential in your life)
I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR U.. haha. that makes sense, in a way.
valiant veras and vanessas (not vicious, not vain and certainly not voluptous *glares)
winsome wan-xiangs (my next exclusive sister-in-law)
I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR X EITHER!
yearning yulis (yes yes, yearn for our dear class chair, or the table i should say :P)
I give up on z. hahaa
WE love you GENE, and we sincerely hope you love us too! hahaa.
study hard for o levels :))))
actually i lie. haha
God's a creative author, he's created each and every one of us differently, placed us in different situations, environments and families, friends and teachers. He's written a beautiful plotline for all of us, and we are the heros and heroines in each story.