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5/28/2010 11:58:00 PM
Friday, May 28, 2010

a short summary of one's life.

sec1: missed primary like crazy at the beginning of the year. met the love and source that never failed to bring upon happiness, red cross. not only that, formed a clique and met my best friend who helped me through all the hardships in life. made many excuses for friends to come over to chat for long periods of time. met many awesome friends in class and we got closer, finding so much in common and doing the craziest things in life. entered the board. hyperness accumulated by every person walking by.

sec2: confused, lost soul which enjoyed going to school, red cross and everyday was like a dream till one finally faced how everything was ending. a year of sadness. many of my friends left the school, so many new things happened. soon, heard something and learnt lesson that life will never be prefect and sometimes, people aren't what they truly seem. became a cadet of the ECC (Evil Cactus Clan) . slowly bit by bit, everything starting tearing apart. ranging from the losing of friends to the stepping down of something which was really important to me. having nothing but a best friend by my side. getting addicted to lunia and calling my lunia bud up almost everyday, meeting online to increase our levels till the singapore server closed down. made excuses for friends to come over to chat for long periods of time. almost died of crying nonstop after reading several words on a sms which was meant for my own good but yet really happy that it was cleared up at the end of the day.

sec3: learnt something bout myself, something against my own morals. suffered from insomnia due to a few people and certain reasons which happened throughout the year. we took over and became ncos. went to a first CATS concert. grew distant to that one best friend, to my friends. quarelled with a friend who we thought we would never fight with forever. missed a chance and being forced to let go off something which was within my grasp despite of all the external help i got. fought really hard to come up at the end of the year during the time which risked many unhappy things. fell in love with my class 3co. tried to download lunia over and over again but still to no avail. met a really awesome person at the end of the year and got closer to 2 childhood guys. constantly returned to sc during the nov and dec hols to play basketball with a friend. bought me first bball. a year of depression, tears, truth and joy. the pain, led to losing 1/5 of me.

sec4: a half dead freak walking around with a tired and negative mindset. burnt out since the beginning of the year and having one's energy cut off earlier and earlier each night. became more idiotic through certain actions and became more open. fell even more in love with class, 4co. thankful for meeting certain people and really good friends who make life so much more interesting and worth while. formed the alliance of the LU against the ALA. finally let go of something which once killed me. os are coming up and anxiety increasing. still going breathless when seeing stuff.

still in sec4, typing these words with 3/5 of me left. recalling how the past years in sc have changed me, physically and emotionally. for the better or for the worst? i dont know.

was visiting my past self by reading all the blog posts ranging from sec1 to sec4. in sec1 till sec3, many posts were bout red cross, always having a "HAHAHAHA", pure crazyness and randomness, hardly having anything morbit unless a poem which was meant as a joke. sec2 was also a year of twillight. sec3 started to be filled heechul and the "laughters" started to fade off as the end of the year became closer and closer. sec4? was just dull. now? im typing this post.

what if, i ended it all today.
writing the last page of the book.
will i regret?

♥


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poem inspired by agatha, alex, celine
i starred at the fan on the celing,
lifting my watch to my eyes.
it was 12 am in the morning.
i looked out of the window
as i admired the clear night sky.
leaving my bed as i started to walk towards the table,
reaching out for that knife which laid there alone.
crying and crying,
as each crystal clear tear fell to the floor one by one.
feeling the fresh, cold blood rush out of my skin.
having its pain numbed by these falling tears.
and therefore. that was when the phrase,
"BLOODSHED TEARS" was formed :D

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Prologue

Name: Ruth Lee
A lost, confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
Birthdate: 21st Feb 1994
SCGS!!!
1PR 07. 2PR 08. 3CO 09. 4CO 10
Red Cross!!!
Fellow member of the CLAN (established in 2010)
Fellow Head of the L.U (established in 2010)
Fellow cactus cadet of E.C.C(established in 2008)
[Evil Cactus Clan]

Overall?
An unusual fwen who is in love with music and is contented with the simple pleasures :)
Pretty much just a lost confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
But but! If you meet me one day, come up to mua and whack me on the back and you'll get a poke in return :D
but if you whack me when im holding something, expect a whack filled with torns >:)

But honestly?

Hmmm. Lets just say there's more than meets the eye

*grins*

A list of hopes:
chance to go star gazing
chance to enjoy the sunset at the sea side
chance to meet (people) in the future
chance to play lunia with me lunia buddy, wenqian
for both hands to clap instead of one
lots of stuff my dear friend, lots of stuff :)
something i know one cannot achieve


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