the voice of a little bird is singing in the distance--a loud 'bang!' rang out, and the voice was no more.



My spirit was only rotting in an empty sleep, until the call of your voice awoke me.



Don't say it. Because once you let your emotions call the shots, you'll ruin the big picture.



Awwwman, I couldn't resist putting this up: "Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me..." - Kim Possible.

Man, this is so funny I burst out laughing every single time I pass by 203's classroom.



When you've got strength, pride, and wilderness all in one dangerous package, what do you do with it?



If I chase you, you'll just slip away from my arms again. So I've decided, decided that all I'm going to do is wait. Wait till the end of the world. Wait till you turn back and see me. Wait till you return to this point, where everything started, where everything will end if you don't return. I'll wait. Matte kureyo.




This is freaking morbid but I just felt like putting this up.



An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.



I got dizzy listening to Chris Daughtry. His songs have seriously too much bass. Makes me feel like the world is spinning. And now I have a new addiction haha!

You Found Me by: The Fray

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything."

Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

The early morning, the city breaks
And I've been calling for years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?



This is lyric spam but haha, have no idea what's with the sudden urge though.

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair…
His lips are something rosy fair. The purest face and the strongest hands, I love the grass whereon he stands.
I love my love and this well he knows. I love the ground on whereon he goes. If him no more on Earth shall be, my life will quickly leave me…


What About Now? - Chris Daughtry.

Shadows fill an empty heart
As love is fading,
From all the things that we are
But are not saying.
Can we see beyond the scars
And make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky.
And open up to
The ways you made me feel alive,
The ways I loved you.
For all the things that never died,
To make it through the night,
Love will find you.

What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?

The sun is breaking in your eyes
To start a new day.
This broken heart can still survive
With a touch of your grace.
Shadows fade into the light.
I am by your side,
Where love will find you.

What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love, it never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?

Now that we're here,
Now that we've come this far,
Just hold on.
There is nothing to fear,
For I am right beside you.
For all my life,
I am yours.

What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
Baby, before it's too late,
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?



AHAHAHA I'M IN LOVE WITH PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. Darcydarcydarcydarcy love. haha, and he doesn't even look good in particular although ang insists with her epic face and wide eyes that he's hot and has abs and has muscles and chest and etcetc then I'm like rolling my eyes here I mean hurhur I don't care really.



This was so freaking funny I just HAD to repost this.

Yeah, sure, you get lost, get mobbed by a mustached Italian gang, get dumped in a vintage dumpster, get banned from nice Italian restaurants because you can't pay for the parma ham, and then you tell me it's wonderful.

Seriously, ang is the funniest thing there is. When I saw "parma ham", I was thinking hell yeah ang thinks of her one and only- food.



Aha, you know, I saw the words 'live' and 'exist' strung together in one sentence, then I remembered how Faith questioned the difference or lack thereof between the two in ang's house. Then somehow, like taken over by some strange compelling force, I went to check out the meaning of both. And I came across something interesting.

And there were many definitions of each word, like the differences in context and I found that some of the definitions overlap in the sense that exist is described as living and live is described as existing.

Exist:
to have life or animation; live.
to continue to be or live

Live:
To be alive; exist.
To spend or pass (one's life).

But I actually scrolled and looked around to find the meanings I choose to see the words with.

Exist:
To achieve the basic needs of existence, as food and shelter

Live:
To conduct one's life in a particular manner
To pursue a positive, satisfying existence; enjoy life

And the latter meaning for live, it's not necessarily true. People find that feeling pain is considered living, simply because they feel. And yeah, I hope Faith gets the way ang and I see it...?



There was none of the old remorse, not a shadow of doubt, yet he felt the pang of a forgotten wish in his heart, like a lost melody playing in the back of his mind. Somehow, it ached more knowing there was something he had forgotten. The pang resonated within him, sending involuntary tremors down his almost broken frame.



Aha okay I'm feeling slightly upset, thanks to a certain sister who yelled at me for no particular reason. [I think in her loud and angry rant she mentioned something about my stupidity and deafness followed by her headache and my idiocy not helping at all] I think I was listening to something by FictionJunction? Then she started yelling and I was like...turning to look at her with this 100% dao face. Mannnn I think I pissed her off with that face but whatever haha! Going to ang's house was EPIC. Mannn, I went there with the hopes of watching Pride and Prejudice because my comp always got stuck when I tried playing it online but her comp could access that website AND hook up to her black, slim, shiny, LCD which got me drooling and yadayada so haha I went to her house, the usual few of us. Damn, we didn't even get to see Keira Knightley and Matthew MacFayden TTATT.But we watched so many things [bec ang couldn't decide on one thing to settle on and we ended up watching 20 minutes of each movie D<]. We watched final destination 2 and 3 and 4 I think. And then there was Avatar then there was Saw 2 [shit I screamed like shit when I watched it cos the two people were like cutting off body parts to see whose cut-off parts weighed more so they could win the game and live whattheshit.] I think there was Psycho which was black-and-white so ang insisted she wasn't going to watch it even if it was the best horror movie of the last century, which it was and Simba's Pride which I totally kicked her in the side for even suggesting it. It's a far cry from the original plan geh. Then we made cookies. OMG SO NICE! I played with the ingredients and tried more water, more oil[ang found out she ran out of vegetable oil and we used butter as replacement haha!], more chips, and all in all it tasted prettydamngood adn the bunch of them were eating from the nice bowl of mixed ingredients rather than waiting for the final product. Okay, ang has tons of epic photos we took while we were there. Which had none of ak D: cos she had to leave after an hour and a half cos she had piano lesson. Jal and I stayed till 11pm or sth then jal's mum kindly fetched me home cos our houses were only a few bus stops away and her mum had a car muahahah! OKay, I know the pics are from ang but I've decided to put them here as well since there's been a lack of pic spam here teehee.



This was the heart-shaped cookie that was made, and I was so awed when i saw it cos it happened to be a funny heart shape when it was just a lump of gooey mess originally haha. It was one of the later batches where we put Kellogg's frosties and it tasted damn good yeah.



This is what's left of tons of batches of cookies we made and ate. It's still a bit hard to believe those heavenly things we ate came from this gooey mess in a bowl. I poured in one humongous packet of chips and trust me, it was almost more chips then cookie in the end mann I think I almost got diabetes! But it still tasted great!



This is so epic I was on ang's bed. I think I've been thoroughly influenced by ang's lameness. Can you believe this is me? I can't I died looking at this picture. OAO



This was Faith working hard on Eng PT while Jal just laid on her waist and slept. You can even see the crumbs of cookie lef tin the cookie bowl.



I was squashed under ang's bed doing an epic face. Seriously, ang's flash kills my eyes.



I stood on Faith's back and killed her. Nahhh, I was holding on to the bed thingy but barely. More than three-quarts of my weight was on Faith and she took it all in, continuing her complete absorption in eng PT hah.



I was tickling Faith and okay, basically the bunch of us were gaying around and ang was in mad fits of laughter and taking epic photos.



Faith attempts to run away from tickles while I just stand there, unable to move in my crazy bubbles of laughing that just wouldn't stop.



We got Faith to model a nice green singlet [gosh you have NO IDEA how much persuasion we had to do] and the lump in teh background was my work. I was trying to make it look like there was somebody under ang's covers with tons of success. I used that long funnny bolster-like panda I was hugging earlier on to do it. And with ang's large bolster. She has a mini one which she hugs constantly and out of spite I decidedly to put it above her shelf where she was too short to reach. (She had to get Faith to jump up and get it down for her in the end 8D, all the while fake-sniffling and chanting 'so meannnnn to meeeee')



I was supposed to act as cool as possible with a chiko look on my face and a flowery skirt that was so freaking hard to put on and zip AHAHA! I think I totally succeeded at the chiko part though.



Me showing off the pretty inside jacket and trying(but failing) to maintain a straight face while posing for a laughing ang's camera. Faith was dead embarrassed with the posing hyukhyuk! The left is actually ang's closet where we had to model clothes from. I think the whole modelling was just freaking epic and our laughter was enough to last everybody the world three seconds.





We made Faith do double dares in our truth or dare, and yeah, she was slamming herself against the wall and protesting against the skirt she was made to wear.




We made Faith put on black and shiny pop=star leggings which Faith wore after almost an entire hour of persuasion, also due to a dare she was forced to suck up haaaaa!




Jal and Ang doing their dares. Thank god the blue shoe which we used for spinning never got to me *maniacal laughter*



Faith (to ang): "You see, my hand is as big as your foot." The shelf you see was the one which I put ang's bolster all the way up on.



Quote ang: "this is supposed to be some epic-face portrayal but faith just looks dao and jel looks overly enthusiastic haha." I was supposed to be high on drugs and doing funny peace-signs and making weird gurgling sounds so yes, I think I was the most epic one here.



I seriously have to quote ang this time: "omg, this is after they all taupok-ed me k! i was like wrapped up in this squirming mass of blanket being squashed by the combined weight of three people. POOR ME." It was so funny kay! I just held the blanket and suddenly from ebhind ang, I totally wrapped ang up and faith was helping me to cover the small holes which were potential escapes from ang out of the blanket while I pinned ang down on the bed and tickled her. She was a total writhing mess and laughing like crazy. I could feel the tremors through the blanket man!



Fiath made ang wear this squasher shield-thingy when ang took the photo. Ang looks lame, as usual.



Me attempting to drool while having an epic face on and eating instant noodles. I fail. We ate dinner at like...10 plus pm and the instant noodles were Korean and spicy so I ended up pouring water over spoons of instant noodle. I finished the entire bowl of it in the end haha! I'm proud of myself!

The other photos were just plain lame so you can like...go over to ang's blog to see them but yeah, these were the main highlights from the photos. There were videos too! When we made ang and faith do the dares and I did this confession thing to ang and jal as a doctor, a China man, a British guy, an American guy, a short Jap. guy, a Korean man, a kindergartner, a comedian and an EPIC person, all of which, except the last three, were HOT guys haha.



Then... perhaps... he thought numbly, then perhaps he could just die.



When everything is going wrong
And things are just a little strange
its been so long now
You've forgotten how to smile.
Now overhead the skies are clear
But it still seems to rain on you,
And your only friends all have
Better things to do.

When you're down and lost
And you need a helping hand
When you're down and lost
Along the way,
Oh, just tell yourself
Ah, I'll be OK

Now things are only getting worse
And you need someone to take the blame
When your lover's gone
There's no-one to share the pain,
You're sleeping with the TV on
And you're lying in an empty bed
All the alcohol in the world
Would never help me to forget

When you're down and lost
And you need a helping hand
When you're down and lost
Along the way,
Try a little harder
Try your best to make it
Through the day,
Oh just tell yourself
Ah, I'll be OK

You're not alone (you're not alone)
You're not alone (you're not alone)
You're not alone

Just tell yourself
Ahhhh, I'll be OK
just tell yourself
Ahhhh, I'll be OK
Won't you tell yourself
Ahhhhhhhhh

When you're down and lost
And you need a helping hand
When you're down and lost
Along the way,
Try a little harder
Try your best to make it
Through the day

just tell yourself
Ahhhh, I'll be OK
Ahhhh, I'll be OK
Ahhhh, I'll be ok



I am living. Truly. Ok, this sounds damn cliche. But I'm on a crazy epic hunt for McFly all over again and I'm feeling awesome heh.



Ahemahem. In light of the recent post, I suppose it was done in a fit of anger and in a very nitpicking manner, which I suppose I need to mention, Miss Sea is not Miss Seah[Miss Seah is a great teacher!]. And if you're easily offended, I suggest you stay away from this blog because I will not be held responsible for any complete agreements which leads to excitement, then the quickening of heart which may lead to heart attack or more commonly, stroke. I will not be held responsible for your choice to enter and read any blog posts. [omg hear the sarcasmmmm?] Anyway, please don't spread the identities of these people around. It's nice to leave it just that. After all, we should be more giving and *blinks innocently* forgive and forget *plays Mission Impossible music* If any party *waggles eyebrows* is actually sorry for what they've done, *plays It's Too Late to Apologize*. So yeah, anyway, I suppose it's enough? We all know who's the real pathetic one. I mean, who is Miss Sea kidding hur.



I just got home and you know, I'm still so pissed. I'm so freaking pissed with Miss Sea. I mean, heyyyy 204, I think out of the 36 of us, we're from at least 10 different schools, and I'm willing to bet that we've had our fair share of good and bad teachers. Now tell me, have you come across a teacher that tells you your class is pathetic? Pathetic? We won the second prize for class flag last year. We won first for ACP. Aesthetics Class Project, was it not? We won third for Netcarn. We got the title of most formidable class didn't we? Does she know? Does she? Because if she does, she has no reason to call us pathetic. If she doesn't, she has no right to call us pathetic. Goddamn, I'm so pissed. And what? We weren't prepared enough when she came to class? Care to count how many of us had moved? Care to count how many of us had history materials ready? Care to count how many of us were freaking standing and waiting for her grand mighty holier-than-thou appearance?! And she walks out of class. Nobody, no-fucking-body walks away from her pupils like that. I never quite got over the fact that she lied on our first lesson. I never quite got over how easily she lied about putting us in groups based on pure chance instead of GPA. I never got over it. The least she could do was to admit it, not lie. No, this was a trust issue between a class and its teacher.

Then she comes and talks about comments. Oh-fucking-yeah, care to share who has been giving negative comments about how difficult our class is? Mr Sarabong? Or is it...*suspense*...Mr Sarabong?! CONGRATULATIONS, THAT IS CORRECT! And I doubt his vocabulary is expansive enough to have the word 'pathetic' in it. Damn, our class is like...so pathetic woohoo! So we come to school with the intention of learning and she's got something to say about our attitudes? Try telling the profit-driven fat slobs out there just what the fuck is wrong with our attitude. Tell them yo. So she thinks attitude's all we need? She says we don't need teachers? Hellyeah, we soooo don't need teachers. We can score a nice, pretty 4.0 based on breathing two hours of fresh, cool air every week. Whoaaaaa, best way to score. If she thinks that way, I want to say something to you, "teacher":
Wake up. We're not in a magical land that does wonders by transmitting information into our brains all through infrared. We pay school fees. We see teachers. We pay to get quality education. You think we come to learn about nothing but attitude? Oh fuckit. We're not going to have Mrs Hoohah telling us: "My dear, you are so nice I have decided to promote you to Year Three because we now have a new policy: It's attitude that promotes you, not grades."

Do I need to say this twice? Wake up. It's the other way round. And she says she sees cliques? What's wrong with cliques? What is wrong with cliques?!

A clique (pronounced /ˈkliːk/, in American English also /ˈklɪk/) is an exclusive group of people who share interests, views or patterns of behavior. Cliques tend to form within the boundaries of a larger group where opportunities to interact are great.

Ohyeah. Now try telling me what's so wrong about cliques. A clique is merely your friends and how you and they are labeled. You used it pejoratively. Not our fault dearie, there's nothing wrong with us. It's just you. Who am I not friends with, mind telling me so I can change?

The thing about enthusiasm. Let me tell you straight out. We go to school to learn. We like routine. No, we do not like your style of teaching. We've had many teachers. Time and again, we adapt and adapt, adapt to the teacher's styles, the teacher's expectations. Naturally, we make a comparison. And we know. We know who's a good teacher and who isn't. Unfortunately, teachers who don't teach just because they don't feel like it fall under the category 'sucky teacher'. So do teachers who throw tantrums and suck at communication. Yeahhhhh, that's right. Find them sounding familiar? Teaching we do not like includes the below-mentioned:

1. Spongey hi-fives!
2. Treating us like kindergartners.
3. Saying things like "Oh, let's backtrack a little." when the teacher has so obviously made a mistake and is guilty she ignored our cries for attention when we noted the mistake earlier.
4. Teachers who give no useful information or self-made notes. That means teachers who wait for contributions. Do note that we learn for a reason; we don't know, so our contributions are most often incomplete and inaccurate. Mind telling us what we need in exams?
5. Teachers who miss out their zeros when doing significant figures.
6. Teachers who give worksheets late.
7. Teachers who look like they're about to cry when we give constructive criticism.

So, find yourself in more than three categories? Find help today at class 204! They'll be sure to throw one hell of a time back in your face.

Lastly, I'd like to end with the quote of the day:
"Girls, as individuals, you are [pauses and lowers tone before speaking, rather reluctantly] nice. But as a class, you are pathetic."

Note that there was zero hesitation when saying the words "you are pathetic" and the volume only got louder, it didn't get softer, no, why would it eh?

Anybody thinks the same? Objections? Well huttah OBJECTION OVERRULED TO YOU MISS SEA!



“Be thou to me a rock of refuge,

A strong fortress, to save me,

For thou art my rock and my fortress.

Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked...”

-Psalm 71:3-4


My rock of refuge, my strong fortress, for thou art, for thou art, for thou art.
-I haven't found it.



Ha. Ha. I'm feeling awful. Anyway I just posted in my old blog. I sort of decided I wasn't going to let it die.



Hi! Life sucks. Bio PT has hijacked into our lives and it wants to kill us, slowly, really slowly so that we die right before the holidays. And msn isn't working. I think life hates me. It's trying to do me in. Or something. Anyway, once again, smart little me has forgotten to bring the Math Journal-Writing home and I'm like O.O. But strangely, other than the slight guilt tugging at my heart, I'm pretty happy, even though life sucks. Haha. I just felt like posting. Andand, I have abandoned my old blog. Haha. Abandoned but I'm not going to get rid of it yeah. It's closer to the heart than this blog is anyway, so I'm not going to get rid of it. This blog is nice and all, but I guess the old one was just closer to the heart?

And haha, yeah people, I'm feeling...a bit panicky about the stuffs I haven't done but other than that I suppose I'm a happy kid. For now.