Deception's Last Smile

grrrr

2006-10-29T04:31:00.000-08:00

Just when all hope is lost

I need that beautiful place

where everything would be perfect

Let my wings take me there

When I reach there

Let me sleep in peace

Till the day I wake up

I'm Sure that

I'm able to smile once again

2006-10-26T05:43:00.000-07:00

I saw your face in a crowded place.

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BE WITH YOU

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Descriptive for "chers"

2006-08-29T18:31:00.000-07:00

Dedication to:

Mrs sharon tan
Our maths person. Our maths superior. Or what I've thought of. Nope, now i don't.
Among all teachers, this one shone. And still do up till today. Guess she'll never change. Her character is rather weird, humorous, and interesting. She's the kinda of person who is very down to earth, speaks sense and usually emphatizes. Well, though she does all that, sometimes she speaks our language and links her world with ours. It's as though as a friendly alien came down from mars and taught us maths, and as time moves on, we began to understand how the alien actually "activate" and "carry out" her teaching in a special way. Moreover, her personality and character behaves like how an alien does. She does correct us from our wrongdoings and trust us usually not because we are expected to be trusted. But to trust us from her mixed choices. There's once I praised her for being a "funny bone". As usual, her unexpected replies being the "I'm no bone". What a teacher. What a person. Anyway, her tummy is bloating up everyday. Hahas. Hope you'll have a smooth delivery of your lovely baby girl, in time to come. This teacher is special and I am glad to have met her.

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Ms Neo

I knew I would dedicate this to her. Since she's the only teacher who sometimes don't gets her prouncation right, and is she's trying her best to correct it. I really appreciate this effort she made and admire this self of hers. Sometimes, to the class, it may semed Teaching this wild brat like me never seemed easy for her. I had always been giving her problems like not doing homework. Its not that I'm not interested in the subjects she teach but it's just the laziness in me that gives me problem. Thinking about past few years, I got interested in science all of the sudden in secondary one. At the same time, I had been giving her problems and doing well in that subject unexpectedly. It was like a unpolished rock undergoing harsh weathering, trying to withstand on its own. Assuming that this rock is lazy and that ms neo provided the harsh weathering, i began to realise mistakes and turn to perfection. All thanks to you. There's just one thing. And i find it worth to reminisce. You called me different names somehow. Few years back was "star -zee" and this few days was " sTA - c"... Okays. it seemed you gave me ultra uber unique names. I really appreciate this as well. Not to mention that i have weird names to begin with. So I'm fine with it. . .

Thank you so much for your contributions in my life. I'll remember you.
Happy Teacher's day.

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Shiawase...

2006-07-16T04:09:00.000-07:00

The happiest days i ever had. Its sunday, July 16th. Lolx. Actually this entry was for last 2 days back--Friday 14th--. Can't help it! lolx.. im just procastinating as usual. Being a slug lying around this summer. It has been a long time since i ever blog. lolx. Dont ask why. Because i hated blogging from the start. Just because, that friday is significant, so i decided to blog about it.

OBS--- filled with regrets. But...

Haha.. i didnt get to go Obs cuz im medically unfit, what a shame..i stil felt little regrets of not going. it wasnt because -"my friends were there, i didnt join them... and they are going thru hell while im slacking around shying away from the event" --. You think i dont wanna go? i wanted to so soooo much! Its not i dont wanna go its that i cant go. People around me in the hall are so heavenly blessed for being able to go. And they just waste their chance by choosing "NO". Those are the few lucky brats... who never appreciate chances like that. It's too bad. The decision were theirs, i have no rights to interfere...
If i had some special abilities like switching bodies, I would surely make full use of the chance.

BUT! BUT. Though we, leftovers, are sort of "jailed" or maybe "locked" in hall for self-study. Moreover, we've gotta stay back at the i-hub. That's exactly adding grieve to our wound. Yeah, i didnt really like the idea at first. No. i Dont even like it at all. Not the least.

I cherish those 5 days. I love it. Though everyday was " *sigh*... i wanna go OBS... how's the people over there..." I'm always thinking about OBS ...OBS and OBS!!!!
I so wanted to go. I'm dying to go for that ! Even though i knew its no point thinking about it since its over, the bus left many dozen of hours ago.

Those 5 days without the usual people around me.(people i always hang out with) It felt rather relaxing. I just dont know. I felt the people i dont really hang out with, sort-of like acquaintances. Those people appreciate me more than my closer friends, reciprocally, i appreciate them as much. It just goes to feel that way. Weird eh? And i felt rather stressed when hanging out with those people who were closer to me. I can just do whatever i wish to do. Just didnt have to think so much about things that bother me alot durinG those normal days(too lazy to explain to you. I know it myself can alrdy) lt so happy that way. And that's how the 5 "boring days" went by.

I could really rank those 5 days my happiest days in 2006. Time moves on, It'll be a memory. Thanks for all those fun days people(WCJLJS) ! The days couldnt be happier than my OBS days? maybe. IF, Im able to go to OBS, who knoes i might feel even better...

It is... no.

2006-04-12T05:08:00.000-07:00

"There's nothing you can do about it..." , "It couldn't be helped..." you say. You then told me, afterall, things had turn out to be this way. The unexpected turn of events. No, my mistake, inevitable events that root you on the spot, u cant walk on any further. .. STHU And get away from me. I wanna sort out my thinking. With you around i cant think striaght. So please. For once i ask politely. Get away from me.

Happiness

2006-04-06T21:00:00.000-07:00

Just when you think you know it all, some 17-month old child comes along and teaches you another valuable life lesson.
This baby sissy of mine lost her favorite ball. There are few things that bring this 17-month-old more pure joy than playing with her favorite ball. And, of course, I want baby to have all the happiness she can get.
So I headed out to the store to replace the missing ball. Little Lady enjoyed the outing, since there were so many exciting things to pull off shelves. And when we reached the ball aisle, she nearly jumped for joy. (OK, more like raced to the bin and started covering the floor with her joy, one bounce at a time.)
As we left the aisle, Little Lady was happy and smiling. She clasped her replacement ball in her hands as we walked up to the cash. While waiting to pay, Little Lady caught sight of a red balloon that had obviously been used for some promotion, but was now wandering aimlessly around the floor like a lost puppy.
If you think a ball can bring happiness, wait till you see the sparkle in the eye of a toddler who has just found her very own red balloon. Pure joy! Of course, she adopted the balloon immediately and clung to it all the way back home. Did she want to hold the ball? No way. She had a balloon!

I couldn't help but marvel at how she valued the free, fragile balloon more than the sturdy ball for which I had just paid good money. Is there a lesson we can learn for our own self-actualization? The lessons I learn as a big sis, from a little innocent-puny baby sissy.:
1. Why bother having a thick skin, if your daughter prefers thin skins?
2. If you drift aimlessly long enough, you might get adopted.
3. Money can't buy the most important things in life (happiness, joy, smiles, red balloons, etc.)
4. Your little kin can see value where you cannot, so listen to what she says.
I figure at least two of these are valuable lessons that can add daily happiness to a person's life. Little Lady teaches me self-actualization lessons daily now, and I am learning to listen with head and heart.

How often do we value the wrong things? The things that cost the most? How hard to we earn to buy things we simply do not need. Anyone reading this probably has more than she will ever need, and yet don't we all want more anyway?

Suppose we choose to have less of the things money can buy, and instead chose to have more time? More time to spend loving our siblings? More time to spend knowing ourselves? More time to just be? What if we are right now giving up the red balloon of happiness and chasing after the costly ball?

Time

2006-03-19T03:49:00.000-08:00

World's greatest enemy - Time. Now, Sunday, It's 7:49. End of march-"one week(7 days)" School Holiday. Yet, I have so much things uncomplete. Truthfully speaking, I've been avoiding from school work and slack off like i shouldn't have. I've wasted 7 days -dunno how many hours-wait i go press calculator-then gag at the few digit numbers. Regret? Yes. Indeed i regret. I regret for not Spending my time well. What's the point? raking up history that had just passed few hours behind. Like those detestable folks' saying, "Look into the future, await for tomorrow, never be bothered about yesterday or even the past few hours..." Now i abide by their sayings..

Look into the future you say? Now it hits me. My fear - mid year examinations - I realised it just, now and then. I had just 20-31th of march and just a sole month of April to prepare for my "judgement of death". So, to be exact. I have March: 12 days. April: 30 days. Total Up: 42 days. Even more precise, I have -42 times 24 hours- hours left minus off those hours I've gotta Sleep, Eat, Bathe, Walk, Morning routine and waiting for the bus every dawn. How pathetic. I could even be so oblivious up till now. Ok. I dont wish to type anymore. I've wasted 10 minutes on this senseless typing. To sum up, I've still got to click the "publish post" button and wait for the slow loading computer to show me publish status. To wait for the damn computer to flash the "Your blog published successfully"... It all takes 5 minutes. Look, I've wasted 15 precious minutes.. and dunno how many seconds that counts up to.

You understand DONT you?...

Msn language(to save time): g2g now!. cya.

DEAD (4th post)darn. i'm slow

2006-03-09T02:57:00.000-08:00

SThis day is so solemn. Yes. Indeed it is. I so stressed. In school, at home, while dining, it seemed almost everywhere. I failed quite a number of subjects. I wasn't the least please of those single digit resut. It's totally an eyesore. Well, that's the fact. I shall face it then. I really missed blogging. -miss-it seemed. In fact, i dont really know what to blog. Yes. like my old sayings -blog for the sake of it.
I've heard that running away from problems would not solve the solution. I doing it these days -running. yes. non-stop. I'm so exhausted. I dont think i can give 100% to all the stuff that i do. No longer had the consumed amount of energy left to even ease my heart. It's been rather lost and empty these days. That pump of mine breath sorrows and pumps its hell out of me. Who knows, within these few second while typing, i'll see stars and weird colours in the air. Next, break down and KABOOm. Totally music to the ears. I want to be like that. I'm desiring for that moment.
Come back home. as usual. Totally didnt have the nerve to shout or whine abt the weather anymore. I just slump onto the comfy couch and doze off right away. I didnt want to wake up. I hate the world it is now. Despise it! Detest it! or whatever bombastic vocab you use to express angst. Dump my schoolback at its place, till daylight. I wouldnt be bothered to zip it open and feel those blood-sucking books. That even had those cheeks to rip my brain nerves off.

Yes. the folks lecture me of my behaviour. So? that doesnt changed me at all. I DONT wanna face those studies. I turn my back on my job as a student. Reality indeed bothers me. I shut it off my world for a while. Yes, just for a while. Wont that be okay? ... I hate my dreadful body now, suffocating from lack of air in my room. I walked to the bones of the windows and pushed it all to the other side. Breath in the pleasant air. It felt refreshing. Some proportion of my energy is revived. Still, Some sleep would do me good. I followed my heart's will. Off i go, drowning my bed with audible snores.

Tears

2006-03-06T19:59:00.000-08:00

A story about "tears"? Yes. Essay-writing. Come on...! something! Please inspire me!!! *sigh*... I'll never get this done by today... Okay here it goes:
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It feels as if the Earth is grumbling, the air is in turmoil. Fighting planes boost and spilt through the air, air-fighting vigorously. I was bundled together with the victims who got caught, after all it was war. I desperately tried to shuffle and wriggle out of my position. Someone leaning behind my back, just like me, trapped with thick-fibred ropes piercing though our skin as we wriggled. "You come here! Let me outta here! You Jerk!" She courageously shouted across to a soldier armed with a rifle. Indeed, she had succeeded in taunting him. He came to lash the rope.

That soldier gave a harsh kick into the girl's stomach, and she passed out within the next few second. Next, he instructed me to get up. I didn't as my limbs were too numb. It had been forced to be rooted to the ground for hours, which seemed like decades. Being feisty like how I've concluded that girl to be, I gave that claimed-jerk a good punch. He landed on the floor with a deafening thud and i took to my heels.

I've been racing like no tomorrow for the past few minutes. "They've lost me..."breathingthese words and start to inspect the wounds on my body. The clothes that I’ve adored recently seemed tattered and torn. Fresh blood oozes out between the slashes of thin-titanium-cable-wires inflicted on my skin. The torment that we've been through was totally inhuman. No matter how bestial or malevolent they are, I can't grump about that. Why? Its war, I repeat.

Forget about those, I didn't want to recollect them as memories. I just pray. Hopefully those other victims will be fine or vital. I was wronged. They sent troupes to come after me. All my sprinting was in vain. My limbs can't take me far any longer...Abruptly; I was plunged back into reality.

Noticed that the world came to a still and had had just filch some of my time, probing into my memories. As though as it feels like the "traumatizing moments" are gone, I'm certain that I've regained complete consciousness of myself. The feeling of moisture found its way to my senses. I gaped. I'm totally soaked to the skin. Someone, a guy around my age had just saved me from that whop right from few dozen feet up from some leveled ground that opens up to the sea.

Now, at the shoreline, he stared at me, like I was some aloof being that walked the Earth. Inevitably, his facial expression changed into a nasty look. "You must be insane! What were you thinking? You just plunge down like you didn't care! I'm surprised you can't swim!" He hollered at me. I didn't register what he said at all. My mind was elsewhere. My eyes wandered, the spectacular crest of sun dawning within the horizon. Presumably he waited for me to break the silence. I did like he expected, I murmur a thank-you to him that sound much more like a whisper. And turn to leave.

My heart feels like a void. I can't comprehend what to think say or to feel anymore, like a lost kid trapped in a forest. "Hey, are you okay? Sorry, I didn't mean too..." He voiced out to me with guilt. I came to a stop. His mere concern and my anguish overwhelmed me. I can no longer contain those sorrows. I cracked up. Warm tears stream down my face. It felt good. For a good moment, he seemed to see through me, as though he knew that I've been though a lot and is tormented by my traumatic memory. He came, embraces me with his heart warmed hands and held me up. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."He said, assuring me. These words eased my heart. He hugged me tight as I continue to whimper, I reciprocate by clutching his shirt tightly as I bawl like a baby, pouring all lament onto him...

Flight

2006-03-02T17:56:00.000-08:00

Flight - mm...what shall i write for this topic?... I wonder...

Okay here it goes - Flight just means flying or fly. Okay, fly that is. The only living specie in the world that could fly are Birds. And they're the ones that uses this word - "flight" in their daily life. They take off their flight and fly. Don't you envy them? I've always seen them flying like nobody's business outside my varanda, making all sorts of noise within their conversation. Somehow, I wish I could just be part of their conversation. But watching them could be fun, that's the way it is.

When i'm little, I used to imagine myself taking off a flight at an apex of some peak, surrounded by hazy clouds. I'll just take a few step back and sprint off the peak. WEEE! I go and naturally plundered down into the Earth. Of course that's just part of the wilful me. Someday, I believe in near future, there will surely be such a hobby/activity/leisure/ or even sport like this.
Wings will be attached to your back and you'll be dumped off the hill for thrill. Well, It's not as if this century we didnt have such a thing. Presently, we have a type of activity called the bungee jump. It's sort of similar to "flying" isnt it? That's a pact i've made to myself. Some blue day, i'll be one of those on trial. Taking off my flight down with expanded thread behind me, accompanied by the nature of gravity.

Song

2006-02-15T19:33:00.000-08:00

I've been elated to have been grown or related under this word - song. Its my life anyway, as such, it's my hobby. Recalling back of the history of my life, i've been singing since young. Even when i'm a toddler, i practise my vocals - sort of "vocal training" by screaming ... shouting, or even making all sorts of noise.

At times, my mother will buy stacks of nursery songs; those that include karaoke, with lyrics- She will then blast off the volume knob and i'll start singing like having a self-concert in front of my toys alligned in rows. Since i was being trained since young to listen to all kinds of music, i claim that singing is my life. And so, presently i would have prefered the radio's song rather than desiring sweets like any typical kid. Everyday or every moment of my life, i would've encoutered music. Like blasting off my speaker in my enclosed bedroom, walking on the streets- songs can be heard fom shops located at the sides of the walkway. Or even words and phrases are linked with songs. For one distinct example, "face the music" . The person or creator must have been eddicted or presently listening some songs to have created this phrase that are used commonly by people.

Songs empower the mind with energy, or "force" it to relax. It's the key for relaxation for my case. In other ways, you could treat it as a form of venting your daily fustrations along with it.
Songs come in lots of types, hard and rough ones are perfect for singing out your heart - raising your voice like you wouldnt be bothered about the world.

It's also my language in many ways. I'm sure that in the universe of all language, of all who knows - english, chinese, malay, japanese...ect. The Language - Song is the most significant in my eyes. It practically express the genuine emotion that lies in my heart, that no, and nothing in the world could ever do the same.

what IF songs never existed in the world? Did it ever crossed your mind before? The world will be rediculously boring. For humans, even including animals it would be extremely dull and blackened. Songs are the essential source of life. Without it, the world will be so silent and it looks like as if the universe are mute.

For all i could say about it, I could be assured that it will be attached with me forever - life and death. Even till i enter my luxurious coffin, miles beneath the soil or up in the eternity of life, songs would always exist.

SSLAG - i wonder...

2006-02-11T08:42:00.000-08:00

I've always wondered what my name means. Such a long name and it all sounds funny and meaningless. Since i've been so curious even up to this age. Can't help it. Since i've an appearance like some ugly-weird-average-gurl, But i always preserve a heart filled with genuinely childish-ness. In another words, I've a kid in me.
So, i went through the trouble to check up this weird yet unique name of mine..

In which these interpretations sounds true and it suits exactly to figure out me.
It is said to mean:

Your name of Stacey has created a practical, responsible, stable nature, and you desire to direct the efforts of others rather than to take order or ask permission. You have a determined, self-reliant, capable nature and resent any interference, although in your desire to help you are inclined to become involved in the lives and decisions of other people. You like to make your own decisions and to be the master of your domain. You feel a limitation in your own expression when it is necessary to reach another through tact and understanding.
Although the name Stacey creates the urge to be reliable and responsible, we emphasize that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses through worry, mental tension, and tension or accidents to the head.

Your name of Shemaine makes you easy-going and refined, but detracts from your physical vitality. You desire all the finer things in life--lovely clothes, home, furniture, and environment. However, procrastination is your worst enemy, and you find yourself lacking the ambition to make your dreams a reality often because of lack of confidence. People are inclined to take advantage of your sympathetic, tractable nature. You naturally attract people with problems who seek your understanding and advice.
Though the name Shemaine creates the urge to understand and help others, we emphasize that it causes procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize your goals and ambitions. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems.

...that's enough of my sharing today.

ja~

Incredibly True.

2006-02-11T08:26:00.000-08:00

Walking the forever familar walkway of the school grounds, as i would everyday. Lor walking beside me stating lots of facts. She told me that blogging is senseless. I've started blogging eversince cher asked as to, as a sort-of personal recount or "assignment". The words she had said never crossed my mind. It goes something -"What's the point of blogging? I know is used to voice out your personal feelings, ect. Still, You might as well forget about going through the pain typing and typing. What a waste of time. I dont even think that would help much in your english. Why not use a (notebook) or diary instead. And what's with the -"showing off what you've blog to the world"- And she ended off by saying ."I dont really understand you people..."

mm. well, that's the other view that i've heard of - people who're against blogging. Sometimes i feel that way. Just do it for the sake of doing. I dont have a choice do I? yeah. seems like it.

Gracious

2006-01-26T17:57:00.000-08:00

For the word -Gracious- means, it branches out to courtesy and politeness.
People in this world are not exactly gracious. In terms of the bloodline though generation, Humans were taught how to do all sorts of good deeds and to have a good well-taught of behavior, well-mannered, and to show respect or other social manners to the society and to all human-kind.This world of all human-kind were influence some how by their sinful self. They make sins and disregard the need to behave oneself, (to be gracious) and they consciously ignored the need to consider themselves before deciding what to do next for their actions. Usually, profound cases in which people think too highly about their self-ego and they found that being polite isn’t important and thus, the word -gracious- never instilled in them.

For what i felt about "gracious" was just simply being "giving" or "feeling(to be sensitive)". Well, that's for what I knew from my knowledge beneath my mind before i even bothered checking the dictionary up for it. Since i am under the influence of my Christianity beliefs, since small when i attended Sunday schools, the kids will always sing "God is Grace..." and such. Yes. And -gracious- do comes with the word "Grace". Take God for an example, since he's perfect and righteous, he deserved the term -gracious-

We can’t compare our gracious deeds against God’s grace. That’s definitely impossible. Since he’s grace empowers and overcomes all our subsiding grace.

What I had said above, I’ll elaborate more. Just a simple deed, like walking the blind man or feeding the cats would be considered simply gracious. It’s purely means you were gracious to what you have now and you are grateful of the things that made your everyday alive. This is what I sincerely felt.

People these days were so busy, when they've exhaust all their energy on their daily work, they could never spare an empathetic thought for their surroundings. On seeing people who need help, they would just ignore the "invisible" scene before them and walk away with their rigid face. Pretending those victims never existed.

We humans make mistakes and ignored the need to be gracious. So the society and generations lingers on and on. Some day. The future generations (our kids) would never understand what's being gracious. The fault will all be pointed at us. So, being gracious is also something that is significant and must be kept in everyone's realm.

NOW there's things to blog(FAULTS, ADMITTING, HURT)

2006-01-20T06:46:00.000-08:00

First, for the sake of viewers who can't understand my language. I'll use proper English language. *really a HUGE loud sigh*. I was really glad that today's friday.

Of all i can rant about this FRIDAY was - completely CHAOTIC and i was totally being the infamous yet unwanted JINX. It didnt started out right at all from the beginning of the day.
It was my bad from the beginning, a muddleheaded GIRL like me shouldnt have walked the Earth. And im on the verge of emotional breaking down, anyone? spare me some tissues? *crowds kept silent*

Two MAJOR incident was all related to Jing Xin. During recess, I sent the packet of Milo flying in the air towards jing xin at the back of the class. Sad to say, the packet of milo landed in a mess due to pressure in which, the spot that the content flew out happens to be near monica's desk.(well, i was trying to pass things by the easier way out, and didnt actuallly think before i my actions took full control). Naturally, i aided the bag before the floor. Afterall it's someone's belongings. I wont go further. And thanks to deli, alson and Amanda for helping me clean up. Especially you AMANDA, you're always there for me. I really dont know how to thank you gal.

The other incident - which happened after school - was when the girls were arranging the tables. Jing xin's bag which also happened to be on my desk went crashing on the floor. At one glance nothing seemed to have gone wrong with the bag. I was glad. It was then when I came home, till she told me about the BLACK INK incident. My heart went into sucidal void, spilt into few halfs, left alone to ease guilt. My immediate response was a few apologetic stutterings, followed by all means of SORRIES I could ever give her. I cant believe this flaw in me Affected her twice. YES. It's my fault to begin with. I admit Im a total JINX. Forgive me for causing you so much trouble. Thank God you've found the way out of that mess.

I Just hope that tomorrow/ weekend (it came! finally) would be better.

Today, class (3e3)06' is really alive. I could feel everyone's spirit up high(excluding me) . Maybe, it's due to the decor and the timetable wasnt all that packed with variety of mind-exhausting subjects. Still I've received comments about the class decor. from other classes

Looks like a brothel
Some abandoned haunted house
SO KOOL!
What an EyE-s0RE
"It gives me the creeps."

I really laugh still i drop dead. It's really amusing to hear it in LIVE. In my opinion, I kind-of agree with all the comments. Agreeable more on Mrs tan expressing her dislikes towards red lights. She mentioned that it spoils our eye-sight even tough it looks NICE on the overall. If you ever just take a look at this class of mine, it would give you a little impression that this class had pratically gone that amok in other words "siao" to decorate till like that. Explaining the above comments would take decades. Go take a look at it yourself.

That's all for today. I've hold myself back from ranting too much. *tears all dried* thanks for your listening ears. Exclusively appreciate them. PLEASE do mind my sentence structure. It's been a long time(after the hols) that i've once again touched ENGLISH..

OFF to "SAYANG" my sack now.

*lights off*

It was betta.

2006-01-16T20:18:00.000-08:00

Ytrdae was e day i detest e mos. darn dae , gimme e creepz, day so cole, in a sense tat it sux. aniwae cant blame it. it's e fmliar mondae blues tat plp usualli has. *sigh* yet todae..man~! lorve it. luckilli i didnt take ystrdae 2 mi hart. though todae. wash greeted by a spoilt branch wich lan mi fattie butt on e floor. hurts badly. darn it. opps*no swearin*. ney, cant helpit. todae. lesson was much lightenin. YAY. no maths. drivin my brain insane. wart a waste of brain celz. 1st period tat rosh cher'. gee, i cant bliebe shee didnt seem like bearin ani grudges at ush. den latr ish phy. Bleh. it sux and i didnt undrstan ani of its formular. obviousli neopets goin wae too fas. i didnt noe abt ahter plp. ash 4 mi. i cant absorb. den pE. had a greve time. badmintOn lorhs. nice larhs. such a lon time nvr hld racket niao. feelin suberb.

after recesh. chinese, wang cher angwy. *sob* *sob* didnt mean 2 made her angry. lol. funnie ish wen sharifin leave at tat time, she goblee a hampul of MnM choco sweetz. WHOA. all in one mouth. and she walk off . witout boterin abt er babe(pink pencil Boxxie) . *sigh* heroz cum at e time, manda. larhs. kae po. save her frm leavin behind er babe. man i was *smirking * evillie. dunno larhs. 2dae got life in mi.
glad. lorhs. den now mr jae period. lol. cant blieve he's so courageous and righteous to stand 4 us. wart a heroo. yeah.rite. haix. juz few weekz . 3e3 cum out so mush crapz. poor mr jaez. he's gonna noe wart 3e3 - 06' like. well. since so, he havent seen our genuine colors. ...GEE hA***HAHAHHA*. *chionnnnng* ..*goes on ridin on my moustage horses wif muai prince carming*..

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e las few leson were okae. well. i juz cant seem 2 absorb. damn u brainie.! y cant u seem to agwee wif me?. *washes u wif panadols* . well, i felt spaced out todae. nothin in particular. ish e bodi tat dun wan to agwee if tiz mind of mine. after tat. ash usual. get dwn wif mui lunch den chattie/follin wif plp. den go strait hm wif pizz off loretta n deni. on e wae saw candie. den off mi go wif bus. wen walkin hm. e same gap on e cement trip mi again. i nearli fall. well, NEARLI. e same posit. whre e frayed branch came obstrutin my wae.ARHHS. not again. wart a coincidence. wen e starrt of wif e dae, tat rediculus branch stickin out on e path tripped mi. now dey seem to bear grudges n did it once more on mi. luckillie mi brain was empowered at tat poin of time, i made a quick escape... gee. mm. aniwae . ive done 2(non-assignment) entries rady. YEA. onward Stachie. 8 more. (man. seemed like alot). aniwae. cher dun mind shortfrms. so ish alrite.

todaes highlite ish -->even nature made fun of u. well, silly reason was mainly juz u irritate u. annoy u and get in you wae. so ur mind will awaes b occupied.

*huge GRIN**and a short 'bye'* ...scrurries of to clog e runnin water of e sink.opps.i 4got all abt it.damn brain.

ja. ne.
kaz.

Orange(spontaneous)

2006-01-12T18:08:00.000-08:00

The colour that usually immerse me to thinking who had found or invent this weird colour. In my own perspective, I felt that this colour is rediculing the fruit orange. Simply because orange claim the word that oranges has(the fruit; orange). Oranges is a rare colour that people would pick from their options. It's maybe due to the stranges, weirdness, outstrageous, striking colour that has diven people away from fancying it at the least.

Still, at times orange it totally significant to me. Orange it needed at time to please me, like for example, the beach, the sea...reflection from the rays of sunset...It enlightens the shores and the whole outview of the beach with a self-defined mood that One has. It gives people a sorrowful mood, as though bidding good-bye to the orangy-master. Defined even further, It's like ending today, resembled by the setting sun. Another mood from that orangy-spur feeling, usually people would be more relax when looking at the serene. Throwing all kinds of problems, heart disturbances, all irritatants that disturbed the brain for the whole of the day itself, right into the empowered setting sun.

The orange and red hues splashed and spilt into the sky were such a wonderful sight. As though you could see the bond and harmony between the reds and oranges. Adoring in the skies in their colours, You would sigh and forget about everything that irks your heart.

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Orange is very had to define. It feels people up with mystical feelings and leave them an impression for a few moments. After some time, this colour would be forgotten much and would most likely be ignored in their list of favourites. For what i feel about orange, It is simple, and remorseful.

This blog is specially made for assignment

2006-01-09T10:12:00.000-08:00

Yesh. This blog is only assigned to put all kinds of -wIll be graded jounals - by Mr jae. *sigh* what an fantastic ideal...yeah right. He's up to crappy ideas, or maybe original ideas, usin blog for hw?!OH..nvm..*Stop you*mouth rambling non-stop...Time to get on wif eyesore hw. More panadols(AHh. my life saviour) KAMI-SAMA...taskete...ONEGAI(help me god).. tiz ish a first post arhs?...Ou..yea. muddleheaded, fickle-minded..me. juz to intro mi. atashi namai wa kazemi des. i'm dropping dead now, almost.last few tabs to type were...school is a pain.