Chronicles of the Past & Present A52ers

Friday, October 29, 2004

having to say goodbye

Ahhh yes. Our final workshop cleanup.


Shaun and Jon fascinated with the clunky retro-ish skateboard, experimenting with stunts (if you could call them stunts), reliving childhood.
Brandon's poorpoor carpet, brimming with germs and infusing our region with a dash of pretty pungent perfume.
Rau sitting on the floor of the costume room plonking shapeless filthy materials into piles of 'recycle' 'throw' 'keep' and 'unknown'.
Angela leaving a half-eaten apple in the well-trodden light-less studio.
Erica with the NTUC trolley probably stolen many years ago, ferrying boxes from the office to E13.
Khairul and the lizard behind the blackboxes. 'nuff said.
XiJie getting Esmonde to wind red yarn around her and the pillar, clutching those two huge squashy yarn balls.
Ling blasting RedHotChilliPeppers on the stereo.
Eating the cake Vanessa slogged away to make for Liting's birthday, dropping crumby chocolate everywhere.
Rashez trying to carry one of the two huge blackboxes from the studio to E13; she nearly made it. :)
Carol and Mich popping in and out and helping in Big spurts.
The look of incredulity on Dawn, Audrey and Zhanhui's faces when realizing we'd compacted three huge rooms of mouldy sprawling treasured junk into one tiny room, with space left over.
The fridge looking mysteriously clean.
The 'dungeon auntie' sieving through our 'throwaways' looking for things to recycle, and the uncle helping us carry that smudged fishtank.
All of us coughing and sneezing at dust, and wanting to keep the cross because of its intense sentimental value.
YuHui mentioning that we ought to burn the place.
Esmonde dragging the lifeguard rocking chair by himself.
Lofty shouting enthusiastically: "Throw it out! Throw everything out!"
Everything empty, littered with shreds of memories (Lasalle-SIA prospectuses, clothes hangers, cracked CD covers, russsty spoons, hairballs, our rotting vacuum cleaner, Guinness beer cans, naked dictionaries without covers...), looking lonely and uninhabited and wistful, waiting for the new to come.

Perhaps we did call it our shithole, attempt to reconcile ourselves to the untidyable mess, but it was home, our little refuge where teachers wouldn't intrude to weed us out if we were late for school, or if we pretended we weren't in school but dodged into the workshop, sewing endless costumes, sleeping on the fungal sofas with ripped covers, blasting music from all three stereos, all different channels, some hodgepodge of music which somehow represented us all, all different, vibrant, unique. The swing over the door, the skull on the lifeguard seat, the cloth that fell out once we opened the clothcupboard with the strange musty smell, pimpleinducing makeup, playing mahjong again and again. No time to feel nostalgic even, now that we're going to have the new, the old does sear itself into our memory.

So here's to the TSD room and its extreme makeover.


Thursday, October 28, 2004


accidental, adventitious, aimless, arbitrary, casual, chance, contingent, designless, desultory, driftless, fluky, fortuitous, hit-or-miss, incidental, indiscriminate, irregular, objectless, odd, promiscuous, purposeless, slapdash, spot, stray, unaimed, unconsidered, unplanned, unpremeditated, 04A52!

And that is the way life is lived.

Hello world! It shall be declared that whining about PEETUPTEW is extremely passe, overdone, and engaging in it simply levels us with all other lowly mortals. [Haha this is coming from ME! Tomorrow the pigs fly and Bush eats a pretzel without choking.] So hor, let's channel our energies to more pressing concerns. Like, if I choose to hand up the OGL form on Monday instead of the stipulated Friday, do I get originality points?

Isn't it fascinating how easy it is to tell who's who? Desiree, actually, XiJie with juniors in wigs, shawls, with peace signs, Carol who is quite unmistakable. Etc etc. Harmony in diversity! Haha such a clee-shay but. Is true.

Song of the moment is undoubtedly orangecolouredskywhambamalakazam. Book of the same - Bridget Jones! Haha. Stop thinking so much everybahdy. Read some in-your-face humour which does not require analysis and supposed higher-order thinking ha. Perhaps Harris will shoot me but we all need a break from the likes of Lit. Altogether now say: HURRAH!


Hang on little tomato

Flash! Bam! Alakazam!

Out of the orange coloured, purple striped, pretty green polka-dotted sky

Good day. The holidays have begun and my only obstacle in life (life is waiting) is wretched pw. Today we had the final workshop cleanup, there was a rubber snake, red yarn, skateboard, chalk and rain. Making my way downtown, faces pass and I'm homebound. (shake head violently) I'm obsessed with my ds but cannot seem to think much farther than the magical opening! I envision juniors in wigs, shawls, with peace signs, guitars, smoke, intoxicating perfume, warm red blinds, beatles photos, psychedelic gobo, rainbow swirls, a bathtub among red wash and a bathtub in a fertile garden with flowers and bushes all at the same time! Make some magic with the IS-es! Read this holiday season, read 101 experiments in the philosophy of everyday life. This book introduces intriguing activities that we all have the capability to do but never thought of, like peeing and drinking at the same time and calling random strangers on the phone and chatting with them or telling a stranger he/she is beautiful. Have lovely gleaming mustard holidays!

This holiday season, desires are revealed, secrets are exposed, and chances are finally taken.


(mary smith)


I was walking along, minding my business
When out of an orange-colored sky
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!Wonderful you came by

I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine
When out of that orange-colored view
Wham! Bam! Alakazam!
I got a look at you

One look and I yelled "Timber"
"Watch out for flying glass"
'Cause the ceiling fell and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout,
"I've been hit, THIS IS IT THIS IS IT!"

I was walking along minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Out of the orange coloured, purple stripes,
Pretty green polka-dot sky
Flash, bam, alakazam,and goodbye!!!

This is Carol blogging to say she is in LOVE (it is after all a52 tradition and trademark to be hopelessly and madly in love!) but however not with a person or in fact any specific thing but as of now at 9:17 PM on this lovely romantic Thursday night, she is in love with this song FLASH! BAM! ALAKAZAM! THIS IS IT!

Things we like about being in love (or obsessed or being infatuated):

-something to think about
-something to talk/gush/whine/ache about/over
-something to write about
-love songs become less annoying and more relevant (!!) hence less negative feelings in self since love songs usually are so annoying on usual not-in-love days that you want to smash radio and force enemy to eat it
-a sweet secret to keep to self so you can feel all smug and mysterious (oooh)
-suddenly there is something MORE to look forward to each day
-stupidly get on temporary highs when handphone rings or beeps (bridge: OOOH telephone!)
-dream dream dream
-the pain!!!!! (we are all masochistic)
-you start living more intensely than ever on these emotions
-your mood fluctuates madly and you feel pathetic one minute and on a great HIGH the next and jump madly singing JUMP (FOR MY LOVE) while bouncing on your bed
-you are charged with an incredible source of energy and power and you feel you can change the world and armed with this new found energy and spirit you try to spread the love and positive energy around and also be very productive in things you do which is a very good thing indeed ("if you're ready to change the world let love be your energy!")
-chocolate is your best friend
-it gives a whole new meaning to stoning (ish)

okay this isnt a very good list but ADD ON you love-sick people!

lovelovelove, carol

Wednesday, October 27, 2004


hurrah for bridget jones!!

eradicate emotional fuckwittage!!

die you fuckwits die!!


really sorry if i have offended you with my fucks but after months of abstinence..allow me this break will you..?



20 beautiful things about 04A52

1. We generally love each others' company.
2. When we talk our words swirl in this whimsical echo-y overlap-y chorus.
3. Our philosophical tangents about love and life.
4. How we remain close even with 7 different subject combis in our class.
5. Our laughter is infectious (and we have hilarious jokes, no kidding).
6. Our spontaneity
7. And creative brilliance.
8. Teachers love us even if we drive them insane with our work ethics (or lack of).
9. We share food, generously!
10. We are all subtly subversive and want to revolutionise all our systems.
11. The way we get euphorically excited about things.
12. How we stand united in the face of whiny, unreasonable, too-many-shoes teachers.
13. We can talk about anything and everything at the canteen tables over breakfast/lunch/dinner/tea/snacks.
14. 5th February [5/2] where we commemorate our wonderful uniqueness.
15. We're fun-loving, spirited, bouncy, staunchly loyal.
16. We're rebellious in a good way.
17. We're all proliferating the love of Bridgeeee. yay.
18. Love loves us.
19. We hug a lot, and tell each other how much we love each other.
20. There's no one like us.

And now I realise if you spread them out, that's more than twenty.
04A52, you are loved. :)


a very tired corrie

yes. finally we have a more creditable blog-design here. could anyone vaguely acquainted with html come up with a readable, attractive, simple, straightforward blogskin for us? thank you very much.

But for now, from "Burnt Norton" by TS Eliot:

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

reviving a seemingly dead blog :P

hahaahahaha ... where have all the little pple gone?!

you all shld start posting!!! :) it is getting so quiet here!!! :P even the tag board quite stagnant!

well i will see you all on sat!!! :)

love, liting

Wednesday, October 20, 2004


ok folks here goes: here are the details for the party on the 30th of Oct.

where? Aloha Changi Chalets, NETHERAVON BUNGALOW D, Netheravon Road. to be exact, it's near Changi village, Changi beach ... yeah. :) and yes farah, we WILL go Bapok watching :P

How to get there? ok get yourselves down to Tampines interchange and take bus service 29. the chalet is right in front of the bus stop. :)

When? 30th Oct pple! here's what's going to happen: i hope most of you will be free to come in the day and make this a TSD party!!! there's a beach nearby and i think quite a few things to do: like play bridge, mahjong and what not lah :) so ...
meet at: 11am at tampines interchange near the take away counter for mcdonalds. then i will bring you all to the chalet. :)
for those of you who cant make it in the day: dinner is at 5pm. if you can come earlier just come!!! give me a call and i'll direct you :)
and ... this IS A STAY OVER. though i dunno how many pple can actually fit in the chalet. :P but do bring clothes and all that for a sleepover k!!! but reconfirm with me firs t, like tell me how many of you are staying. :)

ok i guess that's it. :) bring beach stuff k!!! and also bring things like portable radio and all that shit. :) dinner is going to be barbeque so be prepared to cook for yourself :P might MIGHT get a caterer ... but i dunno yet. :) also, for dinner, i have other friends coming too. so dont be shy! mingle, mix ... :P

i guess i better go. feelin f ull of excitement and not typing coherently anymore :P

i'm tired. RSVP PLEASE!!! my no. or any other means :P

others are only dreamers.

i am gone :P

Saturday, October 16, 2004


Open House was wonderful [albeit tiring], great job everyone in spite of the slight chaos and exhaustion and losing things here and there. =) wheee. We're growing!


Wednesday, October 13, 2004


hokkai. i can't possible put this all up on my blog since it will c.l.o.g. anyway, i figured every1 will be able to enjoy the pics here:

the early birds, minus esmonde @ harbour front mrt

and the bus series starts. c'est rau et moi.

tings and vane. AIYOHHH, u do kawaiii-kek again i won't take your picture anymore.

kenneth- who [thankgod] woke me up and waited for 45 minutes at simei mrt muahahhah

another group pic

charlie's angels and eeps! esmonde.

wheeeeee~ finally at the beach!

yeps.. our bikini babes popping out from the closet

HWHATTT is he doing?!?!

the boyband photo. haha



LATECOMERS! they practically thronged into the beach tau

what is tsd without bridge? ahaha

taiko. taiko. TAIKO!!!

*smacks forehead* ruthhh! not another kawaiii-kek person. anyway, shariza- hahahahaah

first of many group pics

"...francesca knows what seven times five is." brat.

ok, brace yourselves people.....

alamakkk. adorable laaa.

aaahhh!!!! nak cubittt pipi dia. (channel5: i want to pinchhhh her cheeks.)

soooo cuuuutttteeeeeeee! they look like some oshkoshbgosh models :D

.. and we look like we're in some enchanted garden

beyootiful scenery.

beyootiful people.

byebye up: bintan? haha

on the train...homeward bound..

btw, i had a nice time people. thanks for the company :)
okay sleepyyyyy.


LOVE SENTOSA from corrie.

'twas absolutely perfect.

Farah sprawled on the new fourdollar 7-11 beachmat, asleep, with The Unbearable Lightness of Being sitting obediently beside her.
Kenneth suntanning. 'nuff said.
Rau clutching Liting's squashed and sinking soccerball, and attempting to float.
Ruth being the 'monkey' three times, consecutively.
Dawn gushing over three adorable little English children. Really gushing.
Esmonde spreadeagled on the sand and making much effort to get sunbaked.
Vanessa winning Bridge and screamingscreamingscreaming. And stuffing her little sets of four cards into the sand so they wouldn't flit away.
Liting SUNBURNT. [sorry for whacking you!]
Crystal refusing to take off her absolutely transparent Cedar Housetee with a striped bikini top shouting itself out to the world underneath.
Mich and Dawn and Crys making funny shapes in the water.
Cho strumming on the guitar and playing Every Single Song we named. Can all the girls marry you? Wheeee.
Helen puzzling over bikinis and underwear. For at least a few minutes. Then asking Rau to help her comb a nice parting in her frizzied hair.
Shazzy peppering conversation with "Anyone want water?" every few seconds, literally. She's our water parade.
Khairul and Cho in singlets, flinging the frisbee round.

PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT. rock 'n' rollerblade. Palawan Beach. PERFECT.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

This is so obviously our class poem

I Meant to Do My Work Today
Richard Le Gallienne

I MEANT to do my work to-day -
But a brown bird sand in the apple-tree
And a butterfly filtted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand -
So what could I do but laugh and go?

Yeah, hedonists unite!
By the way how do we change the name as signed off at the bottom, that goes -Haha- as if mocking me because I do not know how to do it.


[beach party update]

btw its not only restricted to a52 only..which means that if anyone else from anywhere else wants to come they are welcomed..regardless if they're in a55 or s-dunnowhat or whatever. okiepokes..? as long as everyone doesnt mind and can get along and have fun..btw bring a guitar too..hahaha..

Saturday, October 09, 2004

kiss the rain

Corrie boinks in once more to make sure she's still living. Ohyes Sentosa, ironic because VJ's nicely plonked next to the beach [let's rock 'n' rollerblade oh yes we shall], but STILL. Promos are in the process of dying. Lovely! We shall wreak havoc on that littler island below Singapore. We shall be decadent and scream and sing and get lobstered red by the sun. We shall be free people. I sound like I'm making a campaign speech. So.

FIVE TWOOOO. We shall unsettle Sentosa. =)

Friday, October 08, 2004

[sentosa beach party ]

yay lets make this a wonderful successful happy party..provided it dont rain.
here's the deal/plan/whatchamacallit.

on wednesday at the reasonable time of 10am (which i'm sure will be pushed back by an hour to 11++am or stg) we shall all meet at harbour front mrt station. bring along change of clothes, swimwear, suntan lotion or sunscreen, cards, books, blades, balls, food, snacks, drinks, portable radio, beach towels and mats, beach umbrella..etc. like, maybe certain pple can bring certain stuff like the beach umbrella and the cards and the portable radio and the snacks. we'll go to either palawan or siloso beach choose which one you prefer. ok so its from 10am till late ok..and michelle and angela would (hopefully) be joining us there after the paper.

any comments?

if it rains..well. cancel lor. can always meet for the usual movie-in-town-and-rot-play-pool kinda outing.. =D
lets have as much fun as we can while we still can..

Saturday, October 02, 2004

thongs for all.

oh mah. i actually just discovered this black thing called our class blog because why? because i only just checked my mail ever since donkeys-ago. and its friggin late (11.30) okay not that late but im reaaally sleepy now so pardonAY moi. hahaha. excuse my french. you know i would buy all of you ipods for christmas if you could just somehow persuade those creatures in the whitecell they call the "staffroom" (faints from experiencing tremors of intimidation) to dish out 4 delicious As (heck Ds will do dandy) for handing in blank sheets next week. yes IPODS. ha ha ha. ah, yes. "spacial" laughter (ha ha ha) is a sign of sleep-blogging.
so tootledoos,
and mookleboos.


Friday, October 01, 2004


i am attempting to put up a taggie.

if you see one i have been successful so bow down to me :P