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Saturday 29 March 2008

sarah's here .
hi !
BIG PROBLEMS today .
not because of ahem!.
morning, studied SS, which is like super boring !
i meant, where did Venice go ?
there's supposed to be a chtp on Venice and Iceland
and all that's left is Singapore.
don't get me wrong .
i'm not saying that i don't like Singapore .
but its just - i'm not the type of person that can learn stuff i find boring .
i have the attention span of a stupid moth !
sheeeeesh.. -.-
i love blogging nowadays.
helps me relax my overcrowded and jammed-up mind.
like, ahem! took up most of the memory space, and trying to delete the infomation wouldn't bin that easy .
lols !
you understand ? i'm using thumbdrive analogy .
k fiiinne, i know that's super lame .
i think now ahem! has only taken half the space he's used to take up .
oh well .
*randoms*
didn't get to watch movies today .
wasn't feeling too bad anyway .
ate sushi !
the jellyfish was yummy .
am i being disgusting ? :)
the oyster stank like nightsoil !
ewwwww...
saw one old lady eating oyster.
the juice stuff was dripping away...
=SS
did biology, and chemistry formulas today.
they were confusing !
only later than i found out those numbers on top were from the periodic table.. -.-

i feel that i'm getting better . but what do you do when things are as wrong as they can be, and just keep getting worse, worse and worser ? i have kept my emotions in check. loads of control. i'm so glad i don't have to anymore.

i feel free .

Canon D40 messing around =D

not photoshopped, really ! just shook the camera around xD

Who's tha` ghost ? [it was a passer-by. heh-heh .]

Friday 21 March 2008

concentrate , concentrate .
68 .
concentrate concentrate, concentrate .
better -
trying not to -
can't help it -
i am getting busy !
not going to mess up -
going to do -
better -
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promise .
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i just hate bullet points . don't you ?

"Super trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I wont feel blue
Like I always do
cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from Glasgow
All I do is eat and sleep and sing
Wishing every show was the last show
(wishing every show was the last show)
So imagine I was glad to hear you're coming
(glad to hear you're coming)
Suddenly I feel all right
(and suddenly its gonna be)
And its gonna be so different
When I'm on the stage tonight"

Oceans apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain

If I see you next to never How can we say forever

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

I took for granted, all the times
That I though would last somehow
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
But I can't get near you now

Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' crazy

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

I wonder how we can survive
This romance
But in the end if I'm with you
I'll take the chance

Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me goin' crazy

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

disclaimer : this does not reflect a real life situation. i just love the lyrics. xP

Friday 14 March 2008

i cannot express my feelings when i talk
i cannot draw my feelings with a piece of chalk
the pen and the page
are as blank as they can be
i cannot seem to put down
what is hiding in me

what a boring day it is...
at least i finished my a-maths homework and revised for physics .
my dad bought a new mouse .
it is so tiny, and then only three of you fingers could fit through !
poorr thinng .
also so hard to click .
alamaks !
and the big computer screen, the cable finally daddy found it .
hahahahahahaaaa ~
the screen is super big, and its like watching mini television.
i still haven't found out the problem of my blog codes !
everything is fine but the paragraph s aren't working !!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~
so there comes bullet points :X
this holiday, i haven't watched any movie except for L.
it stands for lame !!
why are all the scripts based on virus disasters ?
i am legend, 28 days later, resident evil, and L?
bored of it.
i want to watch step up 2 although it looks like a crap show .
and i would never ever waste money on this types again.
i wish achmed was a movie too !
argh..
oh, and there's a show called Vantage Point .
i AM gonna watch it .
wha` bout you, cheesy ? ;D
:X
byyyyyyeeeee !!

If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to my night
If you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Than you yourself
but if you must pretend
You may meet your end

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins

Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel
(Forget how to feel)
Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel
(A spin of the wheel)

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
(You know my name)
You know my name
(You know my name)
you know my name
You know my name
You know my name

Thursday 13 March 2008

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
Well Daniel says its the best place that he's ever seen
Oh and he should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much

Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than i
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

Oh my god !! i love these lyrics !!! the song just rocks ! ;D

Wednesday 12 March 2008

I FINISHED MY CHINESE COMPREHENSION !!!!!!!

now there you go.
that's tuition homework.
4 exercises, two passages in each one.
life can't be better than that, could it ?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
;D
;D
lols !
bullet points are a problem.
but unless i put them there,
the text would appear in one big meaningless chunk.
sorry ! xD
i still don't know why the link isn't working. argh !

He rages from within, his eyes fixed in a stare.
Anxious for a fight, with whom he doesn't care.
His heart is filled with anger, his fists clenched in a ball,
eager to ruin someone's day, as they hurry down the hall.
Who shall be his next victim, there's so many he can choose,
The girl with braces on her teeth, the kid in school who's new.
To him they're all the same, how he longs to make them cry.
and as the anger builds within, his classmates scurry by.
and then he sees around the corner, the shortest boy in class,
should be his victim, he wonders when he teased him last.
He doesn't quite recall, he doesn't really care,
his choice is finally made, because the boy is there.
So he calls out nasty names, as the boy dares to hurry by,
A boy who's done nothing wrong,just merely wondering why.
Why he's being teased, why won't anyone step in?
he's terrified of fighting back, there's no doubt he'd never win.

And there stands in the doorway, a teacher in plain view,

Who merely shakes his head, for what else can he do?
he's simply there to teach, the boys aren't in his class,
Teasing is a part of life, it's a phase he knows will pass.
So the bully is the victor, his place has been well-earned.
The lesson no-one taught him, is one he'll never learn.
to a teacher, he's merely trouble, to kids he's to be feared.
To an alcoholic father, he's a mistake and wasted years.
he's headed for a jail term; his life cannot be saved,
His problems are his own, his path to crime is paved.
So he stands there so angry, his back against the wall,
begging for attention, by making others small.

Standing on a corner, traffic whizzing by,
He yells out to the world, angry clouds roll through the sky.
his displeasure is apparent, his fists clenched so ever tight,
Who shall be his victim, on the fast approaching night?
There are so many to choose from, they all deserve his rage,
to him the world's just an act, he longs for center stage.
and then he spies that tired old man,with groceries in his hand,
at last he's found his victim, he proceed without a plan.
he calls out angry threats, as the old man stumbles by,
one who's done nothing wrong, just merely wondering why.
Why he's being cursed at, why won't anyone step in?
He's terrified at fighting back, there's no doubt he'd never win.

And there stands in the doorway, a grocer in plain view,
Who merely shakes his head, for what else can he do?
the man is not his father, the boy is not his son,
Words are nothing more than that, the boy's just having fun.
So the bully's the victor, his place has well been earned,
To the grocer he's merely trouble, to the old man he's to be feared,
To an alcoholic father, he's a mistake and wasted years.
he's headed for a jail term; his life cannot be saved,
His problems are his own, his path to crime is paved.
So he stands there so angry, his back against the wall,
begging for attention, by making others small.
Drunk and with a shotgun gripped in his hand,
hidden in the shadows, by a station where he stands.
He watches cars pull in and out, customers walking to and fro,
Staring past their faces, as they rush past him on the go,
Who shall be his victim, on that robbery barely planned,
there are so many he can choose from, their lives a close at hand.
His heart beats out in anger; his brow is damp with sweat.
he has to win this game, the rules have long been set.
he sees her through the window, if her bright and shiny car,
The easy perfect target, his plan will take him far.
he hurries to the car door, he forces himself inside,
The shotgun near her head, as she begs him for her life.
but they are merely words, they do not faze his ears,
her life is unimportant; he mocks her many tears.
And somewhere in the struggle, her screams pierce throughout the air,
She is just another victim, why, because she's there.
And there stands in the doorway, a mechanic in plain view,
watching as the man drives away, for what else can he do?
the girl is not his daughter; the boy is not his son,
he could not risk his own life, to stop a stranger with a gun.

the papers showed his picture, his face glorified against the screen,
to the world he was a loser, to himself he's found his dream.
For at last somebody noticed, the boy with all that rage,
at last he found an audience, there from center stage.
So the bully was the victor, his placed has well been earned,
And the lesson no-one taught him, someone else was forced to learn.

For somewhere in the world, the shortest boy in class,
stands there on the corner, watching everybody pass.
his anger overflowing, poison in his heart,
getting even for his torment, seems the perfect place to start.
and elsewhere on the sidewalk, an old man creeps feebly by,
for his own protection, a weapon in his hand.
watching every single person, who quickly passes by,
his heart no longer frightened, he's no longer asking why.
For inside he knows the answer, as does the shortest boy in class,
words ignite an anger, whose meaning may not pass,
but perhaps the biggest lesson, that stands out from the rest,
has been forced upon a mother, who wonders what lies next.

As she stands there st the grave site, where her only daughter lay,
wondering about horrible events, that led her to this day.
what caused a child so young, only sixteen years of age,
to be filled with so much anger, to internalize such rage.
That he would kill her daughter, so young and full of life,
didn't anyone ever take the time to teach him wrong from right?
to his father he was nothing, his life at home was fear,
and from his drunken father, came a message very clear.
words that wreaked their damage, that no one dared to see.

the day a good-for-nothing boy, became what they said he'd be.

Tuesday 11 March 2008

Your Animal Personality

Your Power Animal: Swan

Animal You Were in a Past Life: Rabbit

You are passive, sentimental, and emotional.
You sometimes lack self-confidence, but you are creative and rational.

The Animal Personality Test

You Are Incredibly Virtuous

You're so good that you may end up a saint.
You do the right thing a lot more than most people, even when it's near impossible.

You put a lot of thought in to every action you do. You always try to make the right decisions.
And that's all it takes to be a truly virtuous person.

Where You Are Virtuous

You have the virtue of Silence. You avoid frivolous conversation, and you use your words carefully.

You have the virtue of Temperance. You don't eat or drink excessively.

You have the virtue of Industry. You know how to do what's useful and avoid time wasters.

You have the virtue of Resolution. You are determined to do what you should, no matter how difficult it is.

You have the virtue of Humility. You don't boast or brag.

You have the virtue of tranquillity. You do your best to keep your life peaceful and calm.

Are You Virtuous?

Your Beauty Element is Water

Feminine and dreamy, your beauty style is classic and very vintage.
But you never look out of style! You have a way of making classic looks modern again.

What's Your Beauty Element?

You Are Coffee Ice Cream

Energetic and lively, you are always on the go.
You're doing a million things at once and doing them well.
You tend to motivate others and raise spirits.

You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

She threw the letter down. Mechanically she brushed her fingers together. Suddenly she banged her temples with her fists and stood up. For a moment she looked out towards the quiet sea, then let a cry of pain escape her lips. Her eyes were wet and she dried them. With a set cold face she walked down and shut herself in a telephone booth. While she was getting to school, she calmly reviewed the facts of the his letter. They all fitted. The little shadows and question-marks of the past few months, which her instinct had noted but her mind rejected, now stood out like signposts. She now only saw him as a cheat. Their love and her grief were relegated to the boxroom of her mind. Later, perhaps they would be dragged out, dispassionately examined, and them bitterly thrust back with the other sentimental baggage she would rather forget. Now she could only think of his treachery to her and of the damage it had done. Her professional mind was completely absorbed with the consequences-the covers which must have been blown before, codes which should have been broken, secrets which must have been leaked out from the heart of the very section devoted to preventing failures. It was ghastly. God knew how this mess would be cleared up. She bit her lip. How soon those warnings given before long had been proved right and how soon had her own sophistries exploded in her face! While she, had been playing red Indians through the years, and the real enemy had been working quietly, coldly, without heroics, right here at her elbow. Her fingernails dug into her palm and her body sweated with shame. Love was the spur. Be faithful, love well or be betrayed. Inevitably and without any question, you will be marooned.

who wanz to go out with me this thursday ? (;

Monday 10 March 2008

hey !
there and back again .
{sounds familiar ?}
i just went out yesterday
with Michelle, Azira, and Charlotte .
3's a crowd ! ?
hahahahaha
the first thing :
i met Michelle at Yishun interchange at about 12.45 pm, i think.
then Azira was late, because she was buying a get-well card
for Samuel as we were visiting him later at KK hospital,
but eventually we reached novena MRT station on time .
did a little bit of exploration of novena square and we ate Old Chang Kee's curry puff, and fishballs and fried squid.
the food tasted good !
i was almost tempted to buy more.. but anyway..
save some space for lunch (:
so later Charlotte arrived .
and we went to the donut factory that Michelle had discovered .
we bought twelve donuts !
so three for each shoethrower.
here are the pictures ;D

Ze donuts ! x)

perhaps a better view of them ..
there are 6 types of them -
double chocolate, apple cinnamon, peanut butter + chocolate, hazelnut, strawberry, mocha .
DOUBLE CHOCOLATE ROCKS !!!!
after we ordered the donuts, Charlotte and Azira went to get The Kite Runner for Samuel
so, while they were gone, ...

it's actually me on the handphone x)

thanks for the nice poses, michelle xp
the hand is mine xD

done by me (: LOL !!! this was the coins we had after buying the donuts :-) azira and charlotte came back shortly after .

sorry for the blurriness as i was laughing too much x) lols. after this then we went to visit samuel at KK then we did not watch L as azira couldn't go, and it was quite late. so we went back and i got this (:

and please get well soon seeing you is what keeps me going i hope you will know one day please come back soon (; come back make it feel like the old times again , why won't you tell me ? what is this nightmare that is killing us ? i <33>

Yours Truly

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