Wednesday, 27 April, 2005

[Think about the love inside the strength of heart..........think about the heroes saving life in the dark.............think about the chance you never had to say........... Thank you, for giving up your life, that day.......] Believe - Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue


This stupid ol' blog is going through intensive reconstruction and repair works. Stupid picture won't show coz the blogskin maker's Photobucket account has exceeded the bandwidth -_-'' Oh, well. At least I can still post in this empty ol' website.


Creating a blog is easy. Getting a blogskin is not easy. Maintain the blog, is only achievable by the dedicated. I'm not one of them :-)


Firstly, I would like to wish HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MELISA. She is 15 years old now. Older than me liao :( Don't worry, my turn coming very soon. In fact, in 11 more days :D. Wish you a better, longer life!

School is VERY BORING LEH. Repetitive. Day in, day out. Same thing! Not only that, I've sort of lost my skill in football, and that makes me not want to play! What the f***?!

A lot of tests coming this week and next week. Did badly for Maths so far. I got 1/20 for A.Maths and a stupid 14/25 for E.Maths. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I not studying properly? I keep practicing questions......but I keep forgetting at the last minute. Damn it.

I REALLY, REALLY MISS 2/8. WHEN IS THE CHALET GONNA COME. SO LONG. THE WAIT IS TORTURING. BUT WHEN IT COMES, AND GOES, THE TORTURE WILL CONTINUE. I laugh less these days. I don't smile anymore. What is there to smile about. My face muscles are frozen in a tight frown and it won't let me turn it upside-down. Everytime I think of it, it gets worse and worse. This meaningless life in Secondary 3. I just hope things get better. Hurry up, June. I'm waiting for you.

I've lost all my sense of humour. You won't hear anymore jokes from this bloke. The regular jokers are now getting dangerously lame with every attempt at joking..... But I smile, because they are trying :).

2/8, 2/8, 2/8. It's the past now. It will be missed forever. It will never come back. We can never reunite as the complete 2/8. Impossible. Don't worry, we're gonna pull together through this, we are gonna make it........and we won't break apart, EVER. I really want to stay 14 forever and live with 2/8 till the day I'm 6 feet in the dirt. I just regret not appreciating 2/8 to the fullest. I'm filled with remorse. This blog is getting sadder and less lamer with every post. I only expose the reality. What I feel. But this is my blog. And I am trying very hard to be happy with what I have and maybe regain my wayward sense of humour.

Thank you. 2/8. For giving me the best time a 14-year old could ever have. I love you. I miss you very much.

The story. I'm going to continue with it once I get rid of these two-tonne weights on my shoulders made up from HOMEWORK.

Wish you guys luck for the coming days. Do remember. Something big is gonna happen......that might make our lives really short. I have a feeling.

>To *Only I Know*: I don't want you to give it to me just because I did the same for you. I want you to give it to me because you care. 100% sincere. If you don't care, then don't give it to me. I won't hold a grudge against you. Because I will still care for you. That, I promise.

Sunday, 17 April, 2005

[Hello, my friend we meet again......it's been a while, where should we begin? Feel's like forever......Within my heart, are memories.....a perfect love, that you gave to me.......Oh, I remember.] My Sacrifice - Creed - Weathered


Thank goodness for this weekend. I really need it this time. I've had a very tiring week.....revising Physics.....playing football at home, on the streets, in school and to make it all worse, I'm not getting enough sleep (it's always 7 hours and below).

I feel like spending this whole weekend lying on my warm, comfy bed with the fan blowing in my face, my head on my all-so wonderful pillow........this can be reality, if not for the stupid homework pokin' me in the ass once in a while. Join the HAHA today! {Homework and Assignments Haters Association}. (I thought I heard somebody saying "Lame" somewhere. Is it you? :))

Not looking forward to next week at all. This is a list of 10 missions to accomplish (or not) for next week.

1. Play at least 12 hours of football. (EZ)
2. Score at least 1 goal per match. (Not so EZ)
3. Complete Maths holiday homework. (Impossible)
4. Survive the Maths test. (Let's hope)
5. Eat a Ramly burger. (Damn you Nat)
6. Next week's subject focus: A.Maths (Woo.)
7. Reduce computer time to 10 mins every session. (Near impossible)
8. Get at least 6 1/2 hours of sleep each day. (Maybe)
9. Save at least $5 (EZ)
10. Recover your sense of humour (This is gonna take long)


Why is everything never right?
Why am I still standing to fight?
Where is the love I hold so tight?
Where is my will, belief and might?

I sit here day and night,
Succumbing to my plight,
I hope to one day, take flight,
At the blinding speed of light,
Far away from this blight.

>I don't know why I have so much time to write all these stupid rhymes> :)

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

[If I could I would do all of this again, travel back in time with you, to where this all began.... We could hide inside ourselves and leave the world behind......and make believe there's something left to find....] Miles Apart - Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue


Unearthed this relic from the dirt......it was stupidly lame and unentertaining. What a bad find.


I don't know whether I should go on with this blog.

Nobody reads the shit I write.....

Nobody cares about this piece of filth no more....

The tagboard is always filled with bad comments from anonymous bitchasses.

Besides that, almost nobody tags.....with the exception of Denise Yang (Thanks, girl)

Should I remove it? It's a waste of space after all.

Fuck it.

Very annoyed with life and how things are going.
It's getting exceedingly repetitive, it's always the same things.
What the heck is going on....
Everything I loved is gone.

What is wrong with me?
Everything's always wrong.
I don't feel good anymore.
Life's just isn't the same as the old days.

2/8. The best class I've been in.
Yes, it has been mentioned a few million times.
Many months have passed, and I still miss it.
I regret being a shit in 2/8.
I want to be part of it, once again.


To summarise today, let's skip the boring lessons.

At the end of school, there was some sort of workshop...."Mastering Your Learning Techniques".....me and Aaron went back to our respective homes to get our bikes.....in the end, we were quite late....

The person who took us was called "Coach Cindy." She was very loud......but was loud as in the "young woman" loud.....not the old lady kind of loud you hear at wet markets these days. The whole thing wasn't boring at all. In fact, she went through everything clearly and it was over in a short 2 hours. Good luck to those who haven't gone for it.

I'm sorry for the lack of excitement in my blog lately. My life is not lively....not like in the Sec 2 days. There's nothing I can talk about at all......I doubt my blog has readers.....1 or 2 and they leave. For you, the person reading this, I appreciate your effort to see this lame excuse for a blog. Thank you. YOUR PATRONIZATION IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. BLESS YOU, CHILD.

>Whine, groan, complain, bitchin' around.....that's me now. I'm struggling to get my sense of humour back. Help me.<

Tuesday, 5 April 2005

[ I think I'm breaking out... I'm gonna leave you now.....There's nothing for me here, it's all the same. And even though I know......That everything might go......Go downhill from here, I'm not afraid.] Way Away - Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue

It has been late,
But I'm finally here.
Ok, look ahead.
I'ma make things clear.

It's me.
The one and only.
THIERRY HENRY.
Now bow down to me!

Life's ain't that bad,
But it must be known that,
The chase for the One has ended,
It has been long since I've defended,
Myself from all these stupid rumours,
I just gave em a finger and leave em clueless.

This man's gonna turn 15,
But I'm oblivious to what all this means,
Love, stress, homework....it's all so confusin'
I'm just glad I'm still alive and copin'.

But right now, something surfaced,
And my loyalties now lie in another place,
I'm promising 200% on the Beautiful Game.
And I promise, my football will never be the same.


I saw him today, my challenger,
He was there, thinking he's the master.
I kept quiet, and he kept talking....
He's talking bullshit, and I kept waiting...


Eventually, it was his turn to come in.
When I saw him play, I couldn't help but grin.
"Who's this guy? Who does he think he is?"
"Some crap about number 1 in the football list?"


A few minutes, it was a 2-2 stalemate,
One more goal to send him back to the gate.
I scored two, Mr. Wonderful score none,
Never has owning people been this fun.


One more goal to a hat-trick,
"Alright." I thought. "This is it."
Mr Wonderful is just in front.
Time to kick his ass, one-on-one.

4 stepovers, 3 touches.....OLE!
"Hahaha! You're dead!"
My eyes fixed on the keeper,
I ran past "Mr Wonderful" and pulled the trigger.


GOAL!!!!!!


Before I could do anything,
I heard some people shout.
NEXT TEAM!
Don't worry.....we'll kick them out.


>Good or bad, I tried till I went crazy......can't stop thinking of it......but my mind's clear now.<