38/cosinettes

There were 38 lumps of dough-
small, round and soft,
similar yet different,
but all from the same pack of flour.

Some funky some quiet,
some gifted some blur,
some active some sedentary,
yet, they looked the same.

then came the baker,
one by one he shaped.
the hands were warm and patient,
but wrinkled and rough.

off they were sent to oven,
neatly spaced,
all happy and ready,
at 350 Degree Celsius.

it was hot
but they endured,
grew and changed.
Less like dough more like bread

Brown and fresh,
packed and displayed.
More by one were taken,
lesser by one were left.

cuddling, they thought:
if I predicted this,
I rather we be charred and left alone
but together.


38/voices


38/random

YOU ARE CURRENTLY LISTENING TO
some emo songs


38/us

sherilyn yishi huimin jolin chicken yi shuen sihui shibin kitleng masu jinhwee jolene shiang ming jingmin clare jiamin shirui wenqin yining georgina eileen junkai chang lok bingyang yicheng yisheng chunyin yinghin weishuen
XIAOJUN! AND SHERMAN!
jeromy stefan kahhow kokleong derek kenyan ziyi


38/legacy

03.2006 04.2006 05.2006 06.2006 08.2006 09.2006 10.2006 11.2006 12.2006 02.2007 06.2007 07.2007 08.2007 09.2007 10.2007 11.2007 12.2007 01.2008 03.2008 04.2008 05.2008 07.2008 08.2008 10.2008 11.2008 05.2009



Wednesday, October 18

8:40 PM

like a rock,
we're gradually broken down by physical weathering.
after time joints and cracks have begun to show on that one big, giant solid piece of rock.

seriously,
haven't you guys realised the magic that we had together as thirty-eight people is gradually disappearing? the glorious sec3 adventure camp dance has now become a distant memory.
we seemed to have left the warmth in the old campus because it feels cold in the big classroom now.

once upon a time, the molecules in ice are all packed together and vibrate about fixed positions.
then as time goes by, ice gains thermal energy and then they move in clusters and exchange neighbouring positions.

there is no finger-pointing here,
i think everyone just became like that because after a while, all of us wanted to hang out with people who we can relate to.
all of us.
can we press the restart button and go back to before, at the start of the year when we were all innocent and friendly, before we realised our differences and similarities?
can we at least try?

i don't care what you guys might think, but at least this is what i really feel.

i still have people coming up to me and telling me how lucky i was to be in a class full of fun, enthusiastic people. i smile and agree, but then i feel empty.

you guys might disagree with me but really, look beyond that illusion and be an onlooker.

we're a bunch of fantastic people, and we rock.
furthermore we still got a year plus ahead of us together.