What made me lie

you ask

What tempted my greed

you wonderr

What agitated my violence

you inquire

Now comes the dawning of truth

for i was... ...

walking alongside with the Enemy

I never never ever knew

the wurld to be such a dark place

full of hatred and despair

with hypocritical foes whom u dun realise are just next to u

I never ever knew

the "friends" around are not even there at all

they are just imaginary, impalpable, insubstantial

making sure u fall hard without existent hands to catch u

I never knew.

Did you ?

AND YOU CAN CHEAT ALL YOU WANT AS WELL??

You know, i dun trust you anymore. You're so totally unfit! NOT worthy one bit to be perfect.
why don't u just shooo off outta my sight. Barbarian bimbotic filthy hypocrite. eww. dont act. you make it worse. dont do a 'tisha' too, you look positively irritatable. (shedoesntwannaadmitshesshort)
Know something? I'm gonna make sure, make sure you get up THERE. high and mighty. I'll even help you. Then, i'm gonna let you drop. tumble down, fall, hard, to the ground.
Heard me? this is how i respond. to your actions. shameless brat.

To me, scgs, it has always felt like home. Suprising tt this has only just occured to me. 'cos whenever i step into a school, apart from sc, i am fully aware that this is a school this is public this is not...home. I just kinda get the "schoolie" feeling. Yet whenever i walk into scgs, be it running for the courtyard at top speed lest i be late or just simply arriving in the canteen coolly, the thought tt sc is a school, public and not my own snuggly nesting grounds never ever popped out in my head. Never.
Talk about cca. bball. it's such a nice thing to be crying, hugging, laughing at the same time, wiping away tears. tears from her, your teammates. and having yours cleaned by her. Sec four, the bestest year. I'll make sure i leave sc with no regrets..

Dancing bears,
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember

And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

Looking forwards, i feel sadder and sadder by the moment. The swapping of seats in class, unbearable. The multiplying number of projects, agonizing. The graduation of the sec fours, insufferable. And the saddest thing is that they are all
Sighh tok abt the sec fours. OMG, how does she know?? I mean like how can she know?? Anyway, i just added joy on msn, for sujah's sake. hahas. Gonna ask and confirm she really is SUJAH'S JOY before sujah adds her.
Yupps. And there's sth bigg i have planned. INTERVIEW ESTHER. plus the other sec four bballers, and i'm gonna give it to the sec threes more like Val to show it during the bball camp in december. hahas. But i'm in a delima now, as whether to carry on executing the plan or not 'cos val knows. and it'll be damned damned embarrassing. Humiliating.

Dear Mrs P. Mao

As far as i know, 1SY is missing you. Lotz and lotz. Or at least for me and those people sitting one metre around me. Mr John Teo is just not as meticulous as you are, taking every effort to make sure that the materials and notes we get is sufficient or maybe even more than we need! I'm not saying I dislike Mr Teo though, it's just that he's just as inexperienced as you are experienced.
I feel really really inconfident of the results of my next Geography test. How well will I fare? It's gonna be a nightmare! That's what I say. Maybe, I should go talk to Mr Teo after Geog tomorow...yes I think I should. Tell him, tell him that he needs to buck up. "Buck-up!" Yay.
That might work. Knock some sense into him. But even so, I would seriousy want to have you back. Mrs Mao, I want you back. We miss you. Can you hear me?

Joke

My dear Jagjit,

I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'mwriting this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.

We are not living where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles.I am not able to send the address, as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet. But I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since. The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.

The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.By the way, I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece we should remove. hmm.

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle. By the way, your uncle Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill hisfather's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging agrave for his father.

There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.


Love, Mom.

P.S I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.

Dear dear DEAR Esther,

Im gonna really be missing you alot after you graduate. Seriously. be sure to come back to SC and visit us k? You're the best senior anyone can ever have.



hugsandkisses

To:: Miss Quek, our new history teacher

I am doing you the favour of telling you that my class, 1SY, has a totally -ve impression of you. [or at least the pple sitting within one metre of diameter from my seat.=] Mann, aren't you pitiful to have students who don't appreciate soprano. Gek and i were like totally unmoved by your melodiously monotonous rants. We were like in fact, rather disturbed by your shrills in the beginning. But by the end of the lesson, i got over it more or less.
Off with your voice traits. Hmm, i do think you have done quite good a job so far in revising our past lessons. But then, don't gloat, 'coz they are revisions only! I think it was me, already understanding the concepts and stuff, instead of you helping me to probe deeper into the subjects. Dav and I, we thought you went a little too fast. Slow it.
Then again, I've only known you for 10 hours or less, so i guess i cant really like say too much about you yeah?


Yours Sincerly,



(Ps: Note tt i've used ''totallies" in the attempt to compliment you, after all, how many "totally"s and/or "like"s have you used since you opened your mouth this morning?)

Dear Tisha,
I have totally NO idea why are you so vain! Hmm, that didn't sound good. Ok, let me re-phrase myself::.It really does erk me when i visit your blog shared with your dearie. Gosh, do you have to be that mushy? I don't mean to be xtra mean or sth, but girl, you're only sixteen. Sex, love, stuff... ...they just don't enter in this critical period of your life, they come later. You get it, no? Prefect but not perfect. Naughty-haughty lil thing, you've been putting make-up to school haven't you? =( Sensibility and emotional quotient you lack. Vainity is every girl's thing i suppose, but u make me wonder if you have overly reactive hormones that makes you too mature.
=0
Eeeks, this post is getting too sickk, because of you. Shall have nth else to say at this moment.
"W.A.K.E. U.P"
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Dear Mom,

I know what you've done is for us.
I know what you've said is painfully meant.
I know why you've reacted that way.
I know why you've never meant it to be.
I know how you've been putting up with us
I know how you've endured and perservered
I know when you've broken down
I know when you've rejoiced
I know where you've ached terribly
I know where you've been secretly stabbed by us

I know where, when, what, why, how, but tell me

Who was is ? Who is it ?
that have made you this disapointed.

I know i did.

I'm sorry. for everything.

Dear XXXXXXXXX

Dearest *** xxxxxxxxx (or not),
You have no idea how much i hate you!! +D And how much i find you annoying. Yes, even more annoying than you find ME. And you know wad? I am also trying very very hard to convince myself that I do actually have a tiniest, teensy bit of liking for you deep down. Maybe even harder than you. Who knows. God does. Hmm, let's see what do i find infuriating about you.
Check this out::. 1)You hate me
2)You are a hypocrite
3)You gossip mercilessly
Wow, i guess that is so true. Now let's list out why do you find me bothersome.
1)I can't play ball as well as you do. [butter yea? we'll see abt tt]
2)That's what been bugging all the time
3)I am ignorant
Yeah, see that? Sheesh I think you're really silly to make conclusions wifout evidence. You just don't know me well enough.
Break that invisible cement wall you've built in between you and me. I so wanna see your true colours. One last thing; take this or leave it.


(PS; this game will end once you stop hating me. 'Cos, it all started with your irritation. =)

First Cry

hihihi
i finallly finalised my blog!! YAY three cheers!