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Saturday, April 30, 2005

Am changing my skin soon. It's gonna be a bash. Cause the new skin's my very own creation. First time. I spent so much time on it. Editing the image again and again, until I get what I want. Just edited the image again.

So disgusting
So think-you're-good
Can't tell you either
What I feel deep down inside
And all the 'Ya know' and 'Ya see'
Pretending to be so cool
Look yourself in the mirror
Cus if ya tok lyke dis
You're just another nonchalant shit.
Monday, April 25, 2005

To I-know-who
From you-know-who
Inside out
Upside down
What I know
Don't want you to know
Sick and tried
Daily rantings
Not my cup of tea
Don't try to guess
I don't wish to tell
Don't wish to say
It's just for me
Myself
And I.
Saturday, April 23, 2005

Just came back from badminton. With mom. Only her. And my sis. I strained my right arm and it's very tiring to lift it up. Or even to write this entry. ah... Coincidentally, saw 3 dunearnites at the Mcdonalds in the cc. Funny thing. It's already eight at night, they are still eating Macs. Anyway, my mom and i played for around an hour. We got exhuasted, rested for a while. Around 15 mins. Then, we decided to hit the shuttle cock towards each other for 200 hundred times. It's difficult to explain how our little game works. Nevertheless, we start and the numbers kept going on and on. Hitting lightly each time, cause the strain on our arms are constantly increasing. By the time, we hit a 100, my sis said she dropped her ear ring can couldn't find it. It's very vexing. The ear ring is so far, yet so near. Maybe it disintergrated. Lol. It was at this moment my mom said that we will only continue up till the 150th time and then it's pack up time. What a waste.
Thursday, April 21, 2005

Today was the last session at Ngee Ann Poly. We did d.c motors and logic gates. Was fun. But bit bland. I thought logic gates was more fun. Maybe because it involves computers and interesting stuff that are being applied in our daily lives. D.c motors are kinda 'mellow' and old. Thinking about it, it's realy boring. Anyway, we had fun on the bus to the polytechnic. To and fro. Can't tell you what we did in detail but we were like 5-year-old kids on our way to the zoo for the first time. The most memorable thing was during the first day of the session (20.4.05). It was snack time. We were hungry people by the time lesson ended. Everyone was aroused not sexually but mentally. By the array of food on the table. Totally blew my mind away. We had a sumptous meal. Noodles, cakes and pastry. Tasty. So, before our meal, sijie, hongyan, alexia and me went to the toilet. I don't know why but sijie started to go wild and splashed water at alexia. So the fun begins. Alexia's cocky actions and sijie's water-splashing frenzy. Sijie laughed so loud, it was rather screaming than laughing. Haha. And when we push the door to get out, we were 'locked' in the toilet. At the other side, the other girls out their weight on the door to prevent us from opening it. Imagine the scene. Very chaotic. Our presence could actually awaken the living dead. But t'was fun. Really went wild and crazy.

P.s living dead refers to people who are on the brink of sleep. Interpretation is not by superficial.
Sunday, April 17, 2005

I want a love that will last. Always...

The sound of Renee Olstead from the soundtrack of 'The Princess Diaries 2: The Royal Engagement'. Jazzy style. All with piano and soft background music of the violins, cymbals and some other common jazz musical instruments. Her voice was very soothing. Like a cherubic angel. It's totally different from Norah Jones. Jones' got a low and mellow voice. Kinda alto. I'm sleepy now. Took me a long time to write this entry. It's already 10.47pm! Time to sleep. Before that, here's the lyrics to Renee Olstead's 'A Love That Will Last'.

A Love That Will Last- Renee Olstead

I want a little of something more
Dont want the middle or the one before
I don't desire a complicated past
I want a love that will last

Sat that you love me, say Im the one
Don't kiss and hug me, and then try to run
I dont do drama, my tears dont fall fast
I want a love that will last

Chorus:
I dont want just a memory, give me forever
Don't even think about saying goodbye
Cuz I just want one love to be enough
And remain in my heart till i die
So..

Call me romantic, i guess that is so
Theres something more that you oughta know
No Ill never leave you, so dont even ask
I want a love that will last...Forever
I want a love that will last

(Instrumental)

Chorus:
I dont want just a memory, give me forever
Don't even think about saying goodbye
Cuz I just want one love to be enough
And remain in my heart till i die
So..

Theres just a little, more that i need (more that I need)
I wanna share all, the air that you'll breathe
Im not the kind of girl to complicate the past
I want a love that will last..forever
I want a love that will last...always
I want a love that will last

I want a love that will last



GoodNight..
Saturday, April 16, 2005

Changed my skin!! Made by xdiorangelx[dot]com. Love her designs. Anyway, I went to catch 'The Pacifier' with my mom and sis at Lot 1. It's very refreshing and nice. A must-watch movie. Very entertaining. The kids were funny. Vin diesel was funny. Basically, everything goes round and comes back to Vin. He's the big guy and the man in this movie. So, what are you waiting for? Go watch 'The Pacifier' at cinemas near you.

I'm in the midst of the Maths assignment or rather the 'revision' of the short test next week. My mom is bugging me to sleep. Getting tired as I type. I'm going va-va voom with this. Actually there's nothing to say already; since I wrote that 2 poems. They basically describe the before-and-after during the activity when it wasn't curriculum time. I am so very exhausted now. Eyes almost popping out like fishballs through a satay stick. Good night and sleep tight. zZz...
Friday, April 15, 2005

Lying on my back
I see it
Nothing,
Nothing but it.
The walls enclosed
So uneasy
Left or right
Up or down
Even the shear factor can't help me
I cannot decide
Cannot breathe
But I see it
Only it.


That girl
Better than before
Raja Maja antidote seems to work
Fits of laughter and maths
Not a perfect match
But a viable pair
Depressed is suppressed
Jolly is expressed.
'Cause I am that girl.
Friday, April 08, 2005

Today's Speech Day. A yearly event. Very formal. Yet exciting and unforgettable. The parade was quite a success. I mean to my sjab. Marching and timing. Of course, arm swing, were all good. After the parade was the concert and stuff. I practised a little on my flagbearer part which is on sjab day. Then, chilled out a bit when we had over lousy burgers. Grace, wongmin and I decided to change and catch the last exciting part of the concert. Basically, they are just the choir, malay dance, guzheng and band performance. All of them were fantabulous. Choir was a bit bland. The songs and everything. I missed the guzheng part; was in the toilet changing and interacting with the juniors. The band and malay dance were one of the best. The malay dance group deserved their silver award this year at the syf. Totally awesome. Maybe it's because the song is very melodic and had a very good line to it. Band was good too. They created the atmosphere for their music and I could really feel it. After all the traditional goodbyes of the dunearnite society, we were totally revitalised when the balloons, that hang down from the celling of the hall, dropped down like humungous rain droplets and the teachers stationed at the gallery released their 'party poppers'. Confetti and balloons. A very good combination. I loved the ending. Or the finale. The confetti and balloons. Not the traditional sing-along session with the participants of the concert.

Look outside
Birds are free
Clouds are fluffy
I see them all
Feel the outside
Breeze is calming
Light is energy
I feel them all
Yet I can't describe
What the energy I felt
Of happiness and excitment
Cause they are all uncomparable
To these materialistic things.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Haha. McFly. Danny Jones. I love you so much. It's all about you, baby. Your songs remind me of things that I should have forgotten. I hate to say it. Those things are just lovely shit. It's on the radio... Ahh. I love that song.

I have so many darn things to say and express, but I just can't find the time when my inspiration gets me going.

Recollection:

1. Big Bad Eye = a teeny weeny deformed durian that is stuck in the drain while being slapped by constant waves of sewage! Sewage refers to our emission done in the toilet.

2. I don't think there are other important stuff that I want to say.


Like a dead bird
It will soon rot
And go back to the beginning of everything
Like a broken cup
It will be re-made
And be new again but with a different fate
Like you to me
It will disintergrate and vanish
And be nothing but thin air to me
Cause forgotten, you are.


Imagine an arena of ambiguity
You are alone
A nought
Only streams of beautiful music can be heard
Your muscles gain strength at every beat
You are vitalised
Tis' a feeling I have
For my confidant
My bosom buddy
My amigo
My alter ego.