Curtin Graduation '09

Hello elites.

Congratulations guys.

Fickle

Despite the best intentions in the world, despite the sweetest promises made in moments of passion, people change, relationships drift and fade and people move on. This I know is true, and there's nothing I can do about it but to see it fall apart. I tried.

Remind me next time if I stand too close, sometimes I get a little too comfortable.

The things they say about him.

Burning candles glow stillness, melted ire and let-downs. Quietly, you flipped your book full of words printed on the warm aesthetic of the brownish paper. Held firmly in your left hand and being read in dim flickering light. It's the mysteries of powerless, it's almost primal. Was it really this easy, and simple for you. How could you have remained so clam, in the moment of utter kerfuffle.

Do you have a reminder for me, perhaps the leaves of silvery green would fall, and yet the night before, had the outlines of shrubs and towering trees gathered underneath the ghostly shapes of high clouds dim and illuminating. Have I been here before? Perhaps it was the sense of your presence and that strange warm sense of commonality.

And every time I think about it, my palms would sweat and my heart would squabble. At times, I would leave everything in disguise. Little pieces of torn up promises scattered across forlorn memories, flown and warbles into the dark skies above. Many questions left unanswered, much like yesterdays crosswords, despondent of filling in today.

Would you still dazzle, in your little world, when blood smeared on your face, when the light goes off, would you think about me? Would you gaze in the sun looking for the spotless dream, tampered within it's shell, basked in despair, tarnished in your pain and mangled in your great fears.

I still dream of you all the time. It started and stopped, started and stopped, like an endless loop, it was always the same but different, much like how everything looked the same in vivid blurry. I still talk to you, but only in dreams. I would forget what I said, but I knew I did. I could only reach you in my dreams, and it's the only time I feel real, and the only chance to find what I am looking for. And a dream is just a dream, it's as close as I could get to you.

At 4:51am, you quietly flipped to a newly unread page.

At 4:52am, when I woke up, the dream was over, and you were gone.

And so were we.

I still think about you everyday, I really do. Baffled by our existence, ringing the common buzz, still, I never understood why had to moon rose before the sun went down. Still I never understood why did you leave before we even get there.

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Weekend Photos.

Night out at the ridiculously over-priced Halo cafe.First time there since it opened couple of months ago. Place was alright, band wasn't god-awful, but they can't sing most of the songs we requested, so, hmmph..

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Then, later that night is our little Mooncake-Lantern-whatever Festival, just the few of us looking really stupid and retarded, but it was all good fun. Honestly, I haven't seen one of those old-school paper lantern in ages, I mean do people really still carry em around during Mooncake festival? But, of course, tonight was about good ol times, so we bought some of those paper lanterns (which are really really cheap by the way) and head of to the beach around 1 in the morning. Thank god there was nobody at the beach to make us look stupid.

2005 Final Re-Union?

The big picture:

Annie L Perth           16th February 2005
Kiatty Terengganu    20th February 2005
Ryan Melbourne      20th February 2005
LSW Kuching         22nd February 2005
Beaker Auckland    22nd February 2005
Jolin Ho Perth         23rd February 2005
Jeffery T Sydney     23rd February 2005

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