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Wednesday, 2 September 2009
I Never Told You
I miss those blue eyes
How you kiss me at night
I miss the way we sleep
Like there's no sunrise
Like the taste of your smile
I miss the way we breathe
But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in
And now,
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
Without you
I see your blue eyes
Everytime I close mine
You make it hard to see
Where I belong to
When I'm not around you
It's like I'm alone with me
But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in
And now,
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
Without you
But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in
And now,
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
Without you
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Update!
Here goes nothing!
Martin's in Pulau Ubin at press time.
Nope, he isn’t there for some holiday, but for OBS.
Some lucky bastard he is.
I'm slacking at press time.
That's because I've successfully mastered Electromagnetism, the last Physics topic that I'd been struggling with for a couple of weeks. Well, I can take a breather right? Furthermore, I'm blogging as a means of catharsis.
Catharsis: process of relieving strong or violent emotions
Have I ever mentioned that I like educating people? :D
Physics paper will commence in… 9hours time. Hey, I’m talking about prelims here! I cannot imagine what it’ll be like if it were to be olevels physics paper that will be commencing in 9hours time. I’ll probably freak out, hyperventilate, and become lightheaded and faint.
Speaking about olevels, the English olevels oral examination yesterday, was TRAUMATIC. Never, in my whole 4 years in ANDSS, have I ever been so uncertain and paranoid about my orals results.
Take my advice, for the future olevels examination students, speak in proper English and think on your feet every possible minute. Seriously, that oral examination has made me reveal my true Singaporean Singlish colours to the examiners. Okay, to set things straight, I didn’t utter a single word of Singlish, but I am pretty sure, I didn’t carry myself to seem like an Ang Mo Pro either. MOI GOD.
Martin's in Pulau Ubin at press time.
Nope, he isn’t there for some holiday, but for OBS.
Some lucky bastard he is.
I'm slacking at press time.
That's because I've successfully mastered Electromagnetism, the last Physics topic that I'd been struggling with for a couple of weeks. Well, I can take a breather right? Furthermore, I'm blogging as a means of catharsis.
Catharsis: process of relieving strong or violent emotions
Have I ever mentioned that I like educating people? :D
Physics paper will commence in… 9hours time. Hey, I’m talking about prelims here! I cannot imagine what it’ll be like if it were to be olevels physics paper that will be commencing in 9hours time. I’ll probably freak out, hyperventilate, and become lightheaded and faint.
Speaking about olevels, the English olevels oral examination yesterday, was TRAUMATIC. Never, in my whole 4 years in ANDSS, have I ever been so uncertain and paranoid about my orals results.
Take my advice, for the future olevels examination students, speak in proper English and think on your feet every possible minute. Seriously, that oral examination has made me reveal my true Singaporean Singlish colours to the examiners. Okay, to set things straight, I didn’t utter a single word of Singlish, but I am pretty sure, I didn’t carry myself to seem like an Ang Mo Pro either. MOI GOD.
Friday, 24 July 2009
BREAK BREAK BREAK...
THIS BLOG SHALL GO ON PERMANENT HIATUS!
UNTIL SOMEDAY WHEN I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING. RANDOMLY.
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE STUDYING!
I LOVE EXAMS!
I LOVE COOKIES!
I LOVE MATHS!
I LOVE BIOLOGY!
I LOVE TO DO HOMEWORK!
I LOVE DOING PRACTICE PAPERS!
hey. playing mind games work!
UNTIL SOMEDAY WHEN I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING. RANDOMLY.
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE STUDYING!
I LOVE EXAMS!
I LOVE COOKIES!
I LOVE MATHS!
I LOVE BIOLOGY!
I LOVE TO DO HOMEWORK!
I LOVE DOING PRACTICE PAPERS!
hey. playing mind games work!
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Enchanted!
(A Capella, Giselle)
How does she know you love her?
How does she know she's yours?
(Marlon Saunders - Calypso Singer)
How does she know that you love her?
(Giselle)
How do you show her you love her?
(Together)
How does she know that you really
really
Truly love her?
How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?
How does she know that you really really truly love her?
(Giselle)
It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her or she'll be inclined to say
"How do I know he loves me?
How do I know he's mine?"
Well does he leave a little note to tell you, you are on his mind?
Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey?
He'll find a new way to show you a little bit every day
That's how you know..
That's how you know he's in love
(Calypso Singer)
You got to show her you need her
Don't treat her like a mind reader
Each little something to lead her to believe you love her
(Giselle)
Everybody wants to live happily ever after
Everybody wants to know their true love is true
How do you know he loves you?
How do you know he's yours?
Well does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close?
Dedicate a song with words meant just for you?
He'll find his own way to tell you with the little things he'll do
That's how you know...
That's how you know he's your love
He's your love
That's how you know he loves you
That's how you know it's true
Because he'll wear your favorite color just so he can match your eyes
Plan a private picnic by the fire's glow
His heart will be yours forever
Something everyday will show
That's how you know (x5)
That's how you know he's in love
That's how you know
That's how you know he's your love
Saturday, 6 June 2009
Ugly Singaporeans
I am going to rant, big time.
Imagine this:
A man -probably in his mid twenties- with a 180m frame, suave and handsome sharp features and that *BLING BLING* million dollar smile (just think Christiano Ronaldo, David Beckham, Kaka and maybe Fernendo Torres ) with toned muscles, broad shoulders and everything that shouts, "I am a DAMN FIT ATHELETE!", getting on a bus at around 7pm. Guess what? You are on that same bus too! He looks at you with bewitching eyes and you literally melt instantly. As he takes his seat next to the exit, you cannot help but notice his distinct abs imprinted on his thin, tight shirt. No doubt, a charming man like him would have a first-rate fashion sense.
shuai ah!
Of course, in order to have such a great view of this Narcissus-reincarnate; you don’t have a seat and is desperately trying to keep your balance with that yellow, pathetic slippery pole.
After minutes (that always seem like hours) of electrocution from those lady-killer’s eyes, you see an elderly man- scrawny and frail with stick-like limbs and a head of white hair- from the corner of your eye who gets on that same bus, but all you can think of is whether the air-conditioner of the bus is working as the temperature of your surroundings (but most likely it’s just YOU) rises.
Fortunately, even as you are pathetically attracted to that heartthrob, the pain shown on the elderly man’s face as he struggles to on the bus does not escape your eye and swiftly, your thoughts move towards a rhetorical question- Will this macho man give up his life-saving seat to this fragile grandpa?
And with that, you answer yourself- Of course! He’s so perfect!
Eagerly, as you watch, wincing and cringing, the delicate old man with baggage that he can barely carry stagger to stand coincidentally next to comfortably-sitting-down-in-his-very-own-seat macho man.
Disappointingly, all that macho man can do is just blink, blink and stare at old man accusingly as though old man is a plague to his magnetism.
Ouch! Your heart shatters to a million shards and pieces… All that you have believed in is now proven WRONG in your face… Suddenly, the world seems so cold...
Okay, now let us get to the bloody point.
I am !@#% pissed with the way some BLACK-SHEEP SINGAPOREANS are behaving. Itdoes matter if you are earning a 5-figure (or 6 or 7 of 8…) pay, if you are the fastest person in Singapore, if you are the tallest Singaporean, if you have the most complex brain… What matters is YOUR BEHAVIOUR that quantifies for YOUR CHARISMA.
Maybe the above story is too exaggerated, but what I witnessed today on bus 73 wasn’t too unlike. A man in branded apparels sitting beside his head-turning girlfriend turned a bloody blind eye to this feeble old man standing next to him who, I am very confident, has arthritis. (I know because my dear grandfather suffers from it)
Trust me, I even saw that bastard give the old man a disgusted look.
To further aggravate the situation, NOBODY ELSE GAVE UP HIS/HER SEAT TO THAT POOR OLD MAN!
For your most information, (if you haven’t realized by now) ALL the seats were taken up and I wasn’t sitting.
If you were to ask me, so why didn’t you do anything to help that old man, I would admit to you that I was being a coward. Singaporean being Singaporean, we don’t really like to meddle with other’s businesses; what’s more meddle with someone who was older and stronger.
Honestly, I’d prefer if you stick to the main picture.
(You know, the old man and inconsiderate bastard)
By the way, PCK was on that bus with Rosie and apparently that bastard didn’t see that green poster either. -shrugs
Relate links:
1. Straits Times: 'Fine youngsters who don't give up their seats for the elderly'
2. Stomp Article: 'I will not give up my seat to elderly people and pregnant women in trains'
3. AsiaOneNews: 'Want someone else's seat on the train or bus? Just ask'
Unrelated links:
1. Monkey at Marsiling MRT station
2. No Pants 2k8
(this^one's INTERESTING! :D)
3. Ugly Singapore Exposed
Imagine this:
A man -probably in his mid twenties- with a 180m frame, suave and handsome sharp features and that *BLING BLING* million dollar smile (just think Christiano Ronaldo, David Beckham, Kaka and maybe Fernendo Torres ) with toned muscles, broad shoulders and everything that shouts, "I am a DAMN FIT ATHELETE!", getting on a bus at around 7pm. Guess what? You are on that same bus too! He looks at you with bewitching eyes and you literally melt instantly. As he takes his seat next to the exit, you cannot help but notice his distinct abs imprinted on his thin, tight shirt. No doubt, a charming man like him would have a first-rate fashion sense.
shuai ah!Of course, in order to have such a great view of this Narcissus-reincarnate; you don’t have a seat and is desperately trying to keep your balance with that yellow, pathetic slippery pole.
After minutes (that always seem like hours) of electrocution from those lady-killer’s eyes, you see an elderly man- scrawny and frail with stick-like limbs and a head of white hair- from the corner of your eye who gets on that same bus, but all you can think of is whether the air-conditioner of the bus is working as the temperature of your surroundings (but most likely it’s just YOU) rises.
Fortunately, even as you are pathetically attracted to that heartthrob, the pain shown on the elderly man’s face as he struggles to on the bus does not escape your eye and swiftly, your thoughts move towards a rhetorical question- Will this macho man give up his life-saving seat to this fragile grandpa?
And with that, you answer yourself- Of course! He’s so perfect!
Eagerly, as you watch, wincing and cringing, the delicate old man with baggage that he can barely carry stagger to stand coincidentally next to comfortably-sitting-down-in-his-very-own-seat macho man.
Disappointingly, all that macho man can do is just blink, blink and stare at old man accusingly as though old man is a plague to his magnetism.
Ouch! Your heart shatters to a million shards and pieces… All that you have believed in is now proven WRONG in your face… Suddenly, the world seems so cold...
Okay, now let us get to the bloody point.
I am !@#% pissed with the way some BLACK-SHEEP SINGAPOREANS are behaving. It
Maybe the above story is too exaggerated, but what I witnessed today on bus 73 wasn’t too unlike. A man in branded apparels sitting beside his head-turning girlfriend turned a bloody blind eye to this feeble old man standing next to him who, I am very confident, has arthritis. (I know because my dear grandfather suffers from it)
Trust me, I even saw that bastard give the old man a disgusted look.
To further aggravate the situation, NOBODY ELSE GAVE UP HIS/HER SEAT TO THAT POOR OLD MAN!
For your most information, (if you haven’t realized by now) ALL the seats were taken up and I wasn’t sitting.
If you were to ask me, so why didn’t you do anything to help that old man, I would admit to you that I was being a coward. Singaporean being Singaporean, we don’t really like to meddle with other’s businesses; what’s more meddle with someone who was older and stronger.
Honestly, I’d prefer if you stick to the main picture.
(You know, the old man and inconsiderate bastard)
So folks, next time if you are on a bus, PLEASE GIVE UP YOUR SEAT TO AN ELDERLY PERSON OR SCOLD SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T ***ONLY IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A SEAT YOURSELF***
By the way, PCK was on that bus with Rosie and apparently that bastard didn’t see that green poster either. -shrugs
Relate links:
1. Straits Times: 'Fine youngsters who don't give up their seats for the elderly'
2. Stomp Article: 'I will not give up my seat to elderly people and pregnant women in trains'
3. AsiaOneNews: 'Want someone else's seat on the train or bus? Just ask'
Unrelated links:
1. Monkey at Marsiling MRT station
2. No Pants 2k8
(this^one's INTERESTING! :D)
3. Ugly Singapore Exposed
Friday, 5 June 2009
NEW MOON!
Honestly, as I started reading Twilight series, I never thought of it as a blockbuster-worthy story. But wait wait wait! Spin on your heels and turn around! Click here!
Maybe New Moon (the movie) would be awesome :D
Find more videos like this on The Twilight Saga
And no, I wasn't expecting to find a photo like this. o.0
I STILL LIKE JAKE MORE! :D
Maybe New Moon (the movie) would be awesome :D
Find more videos like this on The Twilight Saga
And no, I wasn't expecting to find a photo like this. o.0
I STILL LIKE JAKE MORE! :D
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
A Twist of Fate...
Saturday, 30 May 2009
Come On Get Higher
Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I tasted the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils and God when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love
It's all wrong, it's all wrong
It's all wrong, it's so right
So come on, get higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I tasted the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils and God when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love
It's all wrong, it's all wrong
It's all wrong, it's so right
So come on, get higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms
Sunday, 17 May 2009
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
next stop: prelims
SAY YOUR PRAYERS!
SA1 IS FINALLY KICKING THE BUCKET!
which is like a minute plateau for us to rest on before continuing our journey up the torturous mountain: O LEVELS.
ALAMAK
SA1 IS FINALLY KICKING THE BUCKET!
which is like a minute plateau for us to rest on before continuing our journey up the torturous mountain: O LEVELS.
ALAMAK
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Love, Me
Collin Raye - Love Me lyrics
I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead
I found this letter, and this is what it said :
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years
But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
-Nothing like a good song to wake you up.
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