so go.

What in the world is going on?
What is it that you really want?
Why is this so difficult?
And this whole thing so darn hard to understand?
I have really done nothing
You brought it down upon you
So help yourself up
I give up too.

so go.

What in the world is going on?
What is it that you really want?
Why is this so difficult?
And this whole thing so darn hard to understand?
I have really done nothing
You brought it down upon you
So help yourself up
I give up too.

Friends

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."
--- Winnie the Pooh

"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."
---Charles Caleb Colton

"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."

"Friendship! is one mind in two bodies."
---Mencius

"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."

"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend."
---Stone Temple Pilots

"I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay."
---dave Matthew's band

"If all my friends were to jump off ! a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them."

"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."

"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere."
--- Tim McGraw

"My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life." ---Lee Iacocca

"Hold a true friend with both your hands."
---Nigerian Proverb

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
---unknown

Daniel Powter
Bad Day


Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

(Oh.. Holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

(yeah...)

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Life's Like That

Happy Belated Birthday Kok Peng! (yes, I noe you want a prezzie) You were 16 yesterday!

Happy Birthday Chester! You're 15 today!

Well, the most eventful thing that has happened today.

1) Puan Aniza went out from the class almost crying, because some people didn't complete didn't complete their work. I, too, was one of them. But its partially not my fault, because I lost my book, but I did the homework on test pad paper, its just that she wants a BOOK, and didn't even bother to have a look at what I've done. *sob* And its not fair because Kai Vin claims that he lost his book, photostated Anis's and passed it up and she actually did NOT reject it! Maybe she was fed up, but STILL!!

2) Puan Shamsulmarzeni (yes, I know, long name isn't it? Weird parents she got =p) barged into class at the last period. We were being good students (most of us at least) and arranging the table's and chairs for Hari Akademik, otherwise known as Hari Terbuka, Open Day, Academic Day, OR Curricular Day. Better still, its Doom's Day for the majority. Whoopsee, back to my class teacher. Well, she came in and told the guys to sit down on the chairs right in the middle of the room. (The tables are all neatly arranged at the back, in such a way you can sit, or even sleep on them. Seriously.) So she started this furious lecture about how rude and insolent most of the guys were, and how horribly, terribly inconsiderate they are while us girls are so 'rajin'. So they start protesting, saying some of them DID help, which was true. So our slightly overweight teacher asks 'Siapa? Tunjukkan, Girls...' So majority piped 'Kit Meng.' And some, 'Ze Wei' But teacher didn't hear his name. He was outraged, silently, cursedly, but unheard by Miss Soccerstar in the front. (I shall tell you why in a bit). Well, that was The Prelude to Open Day.

- refer to Miss Soccerstar at the top-
It is rumoured that Pn Shamsulmarzeni tried out for Soccerstar but failed. It wasn't because she was bad, she was OK I guess... But it was because of her waistline. I did not start this, I'm merely a listener, so its authentic-ness is not guarenteed.

Sick. Help.

When I woke up this morning, I had a headache. After I brushed my teeth, I had a fever. *sigh* My brain's wrecking havoc with my thinking. *groan* The friendly neighbourhood doctor says, that if I don't get better by Monday, I need to go back for a blood test. Noooooo... I'm going to die, I'll drown in my fever, migrane, and the absence of the will to live! (Or, more like, move, actually) Yes, yes, you may feel sorry for me now.

On a totally unrelated subject, I need to find a tuition centre which offers intensive drilling, and such. Need help readers!

Boom!

Yesterday, 3 Cemerlang had PEKA (which is super important for our PMR). Yesterday, Pn Jey had 3G do the same experiment before us. Yesterday, 3G managed to concoct an explosion, break a test tube or two, and also managed to get Chester's whole arm swollen and burnt. Hmm, speaking of burnt, Michelle's hands got in the way of the Bunsen burner (ooooouuuuuchhhh). Anyway, the experiment was pretty cool. Despite the heat of 16 Bunsen burners going on at the same time, which made the us sweat like cows (if cows sweat), and the fans were off, so they weren't much of a help. Refer to Chapter 6 in the Science textbook, page 106 and 107. 'The glass wool, is not ordinary wool, so don't you ever touch it,' Goes Pn Jey. 'It is really made of glass, so if you touch it, the glass is so fine, it'll go straight to your blood stream. So use the forceps and some brains. Don't play with the Bunsen burners (each group needed two) and please don't mix the potassium manganate (Vll) with the metals. 3G already tried that... (here she goes on about the 3G incidents) So, pick your group leaders. Group leaders stand up.' My group exchanged glances. 'Not me,' I said. 'Kai Sein...' chipped Bryant. 'Come on Kai Sein, go on,' Syaira goes. The poor guy has no where to turn. He's cornered. Slowly, he stands up. 'Ok,' said Pn Jey, seemingly satisfied. 'Sit down.'

Then, she goes on about the details, while I murmured to our newly elected leader. 'If anything goes wrong, you kena. *laughs softly* At least its not me again.' I almost let out a laughed aloud at the look on his dismayed face! Unfortunately (or is it fortunately? hmm), our experiments went smoothly. Except the aluminium that failed to burn out, all of it was a success. I very much like the reaction of zinc. It gives a bright, yellow glow and spreads from the source like mist. But like the others, in a moment, it vanished. We were all like children eyeing candy for the first time. Everybody went 'Whoa.......'

After that was Art. Previously, we never had a teacher, so we stayed in class and just kicked up and relax, or do some homework, or chat, or read story books, or play football in class (its the guys, i swear), or start throwing a few paper balls around. But today, 'Class! Go Art room!' God forbid the person who said it. That marked the end to our mini holiday. And while there, (golly, i can't remember the teachers name) she asked us to draw.... mushrooms. It was like being transported back to primary school. Where we drew fish (which we did) and trees with absolutely no artistic intelligence. Same thing here.

Look Closer

This is a poem published in the Star Mag on 11th June 06.

A Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking
When you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman,
Not very wise.
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food
And makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice
The things that you do,
And forever is losing
A stocking or shoe?

Who, resisting or not,
Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of 10
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.

A young girl of 16
With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now
A lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at 20,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows
That I promised to keep.

At 25 now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide
And a secure happy home.

A woman of 30,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other
With ties that should last.

At 40, my young sons
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me
To see I don't mourn.

At 50 once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing
Young of their own,
And I think of the years
And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman
And nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age
Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigour depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living
Life over again.

I think of the years
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer... see ME!!

Poor Fishy

Hey, I need advice. Anybody knows what to do when your fighting fish looks sickly and starts losing its colour at its tail (its becoming white at a spot) - besides sending it to a vet. Help, help, help, the poor soul =( I put it in 'rehabilitation' - a small teeny weeny container with distilled water (cause my mom doesn't want to waste it), and crunched up its shrimps, which I don't think it likes very much because one shrimp is ten times bigger than its little mouth (my brother, so pathetic). Plus, I had to wash its tank because it was so super dirty. My bro is at our cousins place, and didn't even call to make sure its properly fed (the fighting fish belongs to him, see). I shall curse him with eternal doom. No surprises when I say I also washed the tortoise dump. Which is a challenge as well, because the two fatsoes are so big now. From fitting nicely in the palm of my handm the girl is now bigger than both my palms put together, and the guy has grown too, 3/4 of the girls size. But we're not worried, men are meant to be smaller than women, especially in the tortoise world. =p

Stop It. You're Pissing Me Off.

Arnold : I really like you, can u gimme a chance?
Aileen : Well, u see, i like sum1 else. So..... u get it, rite?

OK, how lame is that? I really have to review my rejection lines. Man. Sorry dude...

Arnold : Can I know who you like?
Aileen : Umm, he's not from our school...

No. You can't.

Arnold : Did you know I like you since Form 1?

Yes. So?

Arnold : I thought you knew, wasn't it obvious? And why last year you kept avoiding me?
Aileen : I dunno...

Duh it was obvious, why dija think I was avoiding you silly? Whoops, muh bad.

(after one day)

Arnold : Are you mad at me?
Aileen : Whatever for??
Arnold : Did you get my msg yesterday?
Aileen : What msg??? 0.0
Arnold : I rea-lllllly like u. Can u pls giv me a chance? Pls
*no reply*

Sheeeeeeesh. I.SAID.NO. Don't you people understand simple English? Yeeee.... Really 'bengang-lah'. By the way, this was through sms. Exclusive, with my inner voice. I'm not evil, really... It's just, well... 'Leave me alone! My love life is already as complicated as it gets, without you barging in as well. And besides, i.don't.like.you.what.can.i.do.to.make.it.very.clear.without.hurting.you.?

Anyway, it couldn't be more simple... Right?? NO!

do homework.do homework.do homework

Four days left to school and I'm still not doing anything about my most pressing matter. h-o-m-e-w-o-r-k. My brain has degenerated as the result of poor exercise during the holidays, and is giving me trouble by not starting up. Unfortunately, unlike most appliances, you can't give it a good hit to get it started.

So. mid-term break. Not a single outing that we planned actually got carried out. The movie marathon was off. Even a trip to Michelle's house to do WORK was off. It's a godamn curse, i tell you. Only the family outings make it through the planning session. WTFish?? Sad. Really sad. The only plus thing to this is that I stayed over twice at my cousins place and got to hog the xbox for the entire day. But even that gets sickly after a while.

Oh, by the way, one of my cousins designs actually found its way to a radioactive shirt! No kidding. From what was previously pencil, paper, pen, and Photoshop (i think), now costs 70 big bucks! (ok, it's actually 69.90, but its close. very.) Now, I'll just cling to him and beg for one the next time I see him. Hey, I'm not filthy rich you know, you've got to earn your stuff.

Scarlet Tears

right... this might be a little rough... any edits are welcome... it could use some improving =)

I stood in line with soldiers of our land
Waiting to journey beyond the waves
Your mommy came to see me go
And i kissed her tears away

I spotted you, my dear child
'Hey squirt!' i called to you
When i lifted you up, you kicked and cried
'Daddy, don't go!' said you

But i boarded the ship anyway
On board i waved at the two of you
As the ship sailed towards the horizon
I vowed to see you again soon

Dodging the unseen hail of bullets
Showering beneath the rain of bombs
Above the cries of men i fought
So the battle could be won

Now i lie bleeding in a pile of dying men
I think of you and your mother dear
Forgive me for not coming home
As i lie crying scarlet tears

RECONNAISANCE (did i get that rite? =p)

Well, well, well... I take back whatever i said in my last post, crapping bout myself is just too much fun. Anywayz, there'll be posts of short stories, poems, lyrics.... anything original or strikes my interest... Will make its way to my blog. Btw, contributions are welcome too! See ya'll in a bit. Aileen's back an' rollin. Look forward to an original poem in my next post. wink.wink.