EDIT: Buttons seem to have disappeared. Author must've blew up her photobucket bandwidth. Lesee what I can do then.
EDIT#2: Tag box is.. broken. Somewhat. Just hit enter and refresh the blog to see your tag there.
We will remember.
I kinda stoned here for 5 minutes. No idea how to continue this. KISS then.
On this day, at approximately 1.30am, Wrixon left us. He put up a good fight, one that would give even miracle workers a run for their money. Sometimes things don't go exactly as they are supposed to, or as they are wanted. His condition worsened, and Wrixon was essentially brain dead.
It was his parents who bore him, and so shall it be that his parents would end his life. Life support was withdrawn, and he went peacefully, with no worries. The Principal promised him that the school would continue to give their best. This year's results would be dedicated to you, Wrixon.
I have never written a poem, nor would I attempt one now. I don't even know what prose, good or bad is. What follows are just my thoughts, something I want written somewhere, anywhere.
Almost two years ago
I first set my eyes on you
Instantaneously, I recognised you
Just another snobbish band member, I thought
Our eyes met
Locked
Drifted away
But you
You proved to be so much more
As the irreversible sands of time toil on
Another facet of you I began to see
A light hearted character, infectious smile
And every now and then
You'd raise your hand
Swipe your fringe to the side
And narrowly escape the master's scissors
All the while giving that act cute look
Indeed. That unforgettable act cute look.
When stupid arguments arise
Between Joel and I
God or no God
You'd be among the first to appear
Among the first to laugh
Among the first to break us up
Before cracking up yet again.
Talking about again
Who could forget your playstyle
Always the Queen of Pain
Saving the wave
For the ks, without fail
Again and again.
Now that you're gone
This world of ours
Just seems that much colder
That much darker.
But we will toil on
Live your dreams in us
For you will not be forgotten.
Rest in Peace Wrixon. Gentleman. Sportsman. Professional.
Victorian.
17/10/07
We will remember.
C'mon, don't give up.
To all who have helped in one way or another, the class 4F thanks you. We really appreciate it. Every single prayer, wish, strand of hope helps. Keep the flame burning.
Wrixon, we're behind you all the way. Get up. Get up.
Where the wind blows, the ocean waits, and waits, waits in preparation for the next pass, for the next monsoon.
Memories. Sweet memories. Photos taken. Expressions, feelings in that instant forever immortalized in that picture.
I can't bring myself to reminiscience any more of what has happened today.
Wrixon got involved in a car accident, and has been admitted into the hospital. His condition is unclear, doctors are still assessing his status. I know not of many details, except it's not just a light bruising or some cuts.
Please, get well.
It's not your fault. Just tell me something, anything I can do.
Nothing really new, except my HSS is gonna drop to a B3 because they're moderating less marks. Whatever, I couldn't care less. L1R5 18 then. Flip pancakes, fry burgers and serve you with a smile!
Yeah so. We're supposed to have a mock exam today, but Mel, Tim and I figured it wasn't really necessary. We're not gonna do the topics that they SEQs are gonna cover, plus we have to bring our own writing paper. If the school is that cheap, chances are there won't be air-conditioning either. Buh-bai mock SS paper.
It's open house time. Campuses are gonna start their propaganda campaigns and show how pweetty their schools are. I was never really enticed to go for open houses, I mean, yeah some schools are all over the place, and if I wanted to get into that JC, it's only a matter of time before I am familiarized with it.
Regarding the recent squabble on the tagboard... well. Glad I didn't have to intervene as it didn't get out of control. Joel has learnt his lesson courtesy of me =D. You won't do that again now, would you Joel?
Ah well. Gonna look forward to this Saturday. New shoes and clothes on the way. Well, we have a shytty Graduation night dinner in place of prom, but no one's really complaining. Single sex school lawl. Can't really care which event it is. Heard different singlk-sex schools can have merged prom nights, but it'd probably be awkward for the majority.
17 days to go. Might update less.
Refused to believe those words, but really, they prove true in the bitter end. Friends forever? Don't make me laugh.