You Are 65% Vain

You're a little vain, but you also work hard for your good looks. Just remember, everyone knows you are a total hottie. You don't have to remind them.

How Vain Are You?

Woot! I'm a hottie!! Yay... Hahaha, thats just me, relying on cheap quizzes to brighten my day. Aren't I the saddest parasite on planet earth? =P

Your True Love's Name Is

Edward M.

What's Your True Love's Name?

Hahaha, close enough. Now if only it was Edward C. mm mmm... My vampire hero =D

Your True Love's Name Is

Edward M.

What's Your True Love's Name?

Relay for Life

Date : 2-3rd June 2007
Place : MSN Stadium, Bukit Jalil

OK, so no girls managed to bend to my will, and I ended up with 4 guys at my disposal - Sai doesn't count coz he left early.

Nevertheless it was fun, in a twisted, sardonic way. Dust, sweat and rain maketh thou miserable but hyper. It was incredibly cold and wet at night, and impossibly hot the next morning. God hath no mercy. TT

The Battle of the Bands was terrible. Alright, one, maybe two, sounded decent enough, but most just banged, screeched, in an attempt to bust eardrums. Therefore, those of us who couldn't stand the mental torture, (namely Julian and I) excused ourselves like the cowards we were XD.

Keith ran like crazy. Respect ma'n (think Jamaican accent). About 26 rounds, for the endurance race, and practically non-stop throughout the entire shmuck. Kok Peng ran too o.O. Scary. And surprisingly, Andy did too!! Trumpets please! hahaha

Oh, and while doing a lap, Julian and I met an old lady, who asked us if we were cancer survivors. We said no, of course... And returned the question. 'I had cancer for 20 years.' W-O-W. I said that, literally. She then asked if we were supporters, and we said 'yes', and she gave us the most beautiful smile ever. It was a smile of admiration and hope. We gave her the thumbs up, and never did see her again =/.

Sai had fun with the lighters, it has something to do with a 'fuse' and I'll leave it at that. I can't believe he went for a CF camp, you know, not being Christian and all. But now he's listening and singing along to Hillsong! XD Sad when his mommy ordered him back. Oh well.

All but one of the Luminari paper bags survived. And... OK I'm stuck. Still waiting for pictures from Kok Peng.

I WANT PICTURES! URGH.

Are You an Optimist or a Pessimist?

pessimist	optimist

Well, everything's not quite roses and teddy bears for you, but you do tend to look on the bright side of life (we can hear those Monty Python boys whistling right now...). Sure, you sometimes bitch and moan about your problems (who doesn't?), but deep down you're pretty sure that everything will eventually turn out fine. When the weather man says it's going to be sunny, you leave your umbrella at home. In general, you like to be around people, and you try to make new friends when you can. You do your best to take things at face value, rather than making mountains out of molehills. Basically, the world is sort of like a big coconut to you: tough and hairy on the outside, but, when you get down into it, there's good stuff inside.

my best quality

Aileen, your best quality shines through in how Creative you are

The fact that you're an inventive and creative person who usually has an abundance of imagination and ideas really draws people to you! But that's not the only thing. Your answers on the test indicate you're an independent person who is usually able to handle things in a self-sufficient manner. You are a smart person who is more able to understand complex concepts than many other people are, too.

In all, there are 15 qualities that help define you when you're at your best. Those are the traits potential employers, friends, and partners look for in you. What makes you unique is your particular distribution of those 15 qualities.

We've found that your particular combination of qualities is rare — only 1 in 10,000 people share the same general mix of traits. Those are great odds if you're trying to show a potential employer, colleague, friend, or date why you're exactly the right person for them.

bored

Aileen, your summer dream job is a Dream Specialist

Forget the snooze button, lazy bones, you're on your own time clock this summer. For a professional nodder like you, a day job couldn't get much dreamier. If you wanna spend your summer crashing on the beach, in your bed, or in front of a 53-inch high definition TV — then you better make sure you've got the tools of the trade. PJs? Check. Blanket? Check. Responsibility? Not needed.

Saying pshaw to schedules, you'd rather take life as it comes. The easy way out is your favorite way in. Of course, between busy shifts of shut-eye this summer, you might just try to hang with friends, grab a meal or two, heck, maybe even plan an activity. Just don't stress yourself out too much - or you'll need a nap to recover. Sweet dreams.

Thank You's

Last Wednesday, my bro went out with friends (girls! *sigh* he's growing up *wipes a tear*). Going there wasn't a problem, it was coming BACK. So, as the wonderfully considerate sibling that I am (and also because he begged to his knees), I went along to make sure that he was safe.

Thank you to all the people who totally saved my butt from absolute boredom! And yes, Times Square is pretty boring. urgh.

They are, namely : Keith (for everything, seriously), Kok Peng (haha, thanks for joining us at the end), and Bryant (my 'lil' bro. sorry i didnt really accompany you... And I'm sorry you felt awkward. *hugs*)

when it gets boring we camwhore, camwhore, camwhore

no outing is complete without a toilet picture!

my only sanctuary

food! chocolate! bliss....

interesting, ain't it?

Quote of the day
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'Round is cute' Bryant
Hear that Keith! tsk tsk

Gopeng Nature Resort

It's good to be home and blogging again. I've just returned from my UBS Annual Trip this year, and it was a blast (how not so? =P)! This year, it was different. For me, and a few others, it is the first annual trip that has been held in some place other than a comfortable setting. Basically, it was very rural. But the facilities were great, and the people,even more so. Can you believe it? Even the mak cik at the kitchen wouldn't let us wash our own dishes! But of course, most of the time we did anyway. Mr Ooi (who runs the place) told Pn Song (our mother in the unit) that he was very impressed with us. We were very well behaved it seemed, and the teachers could just let us be for hours without incident. And when Mother 'blooms with pride', how can we not?

Hahaha Pn Song is interrogated. I think she's saying 'I just want to be done and get away from this!' XD

So I, the responsible (ahem), beautiful, charming Assistant of the Trip Biro and Camp Commander, shall report back on what I learnt.

The head and the ass. LOL

We got to ride in trucks and shipped off like kambings and ayams. Wheee! It was bumpy, but it totally beats any rollercoaster anytime. Hang on for dear life at the sides, and watch for low-hanging branches lying in wait to slap the next unsuspecting victim. Captain Jack Sparrow warns us of these dangers with a 'Duck!' but gets hit himself. Pathetic, utterly useless. XD

This is where we live

The modules conducted were fine, Pui Ying's was a recap of the courses on how to handle peer pressure, and Ebe did Sex Education. Mind you, do not cringe or laugh at this. He pulled it off splendidly. I bet all of us have learnt something that day. SAY NO TO PORN!

PORN -> MASTURBATION = addiction,memory loss, loss of self-confidence, erectile dysfunction -> SEX = loss of dignity, addictiveness, underage pregnancy

* Oral sex (French kiss, etc) is sex. It is done to stimulate and arouse sexual desire before the act itself.

Makan!

Top 2 getting fresh with each other. =X

Another brutal truck ride later, we were unloaded at an Orang Asli settlement to trek all the way up to see a real Rafflesia. In all my jungle trekking experiences, I have to admit, that I have never seen so many people falling, or getting injured. I have to add though, that it is unlike ANY other trek I've been to. The gradient was just getting steeper and steeper ; after a quarter of the way, it was probably 75 degrees. Rope was there to provide a handhold throughout the way. And I must simply mention the guides. We never expected to be provided with so many guides : 12 for 47 people!! (or more). And even though they themselves slipped and fell, every 20-30 seconds they would ask 'Are you OK?'. They absolutely went all out for us; tending to injuries, hauling, pulling and dragging most up.

Orang asli settlement. Beautiful, really.

Many fell, and some just could not continue. Shin Ee had a cramp before the trek and had to stay behind. Fortunately, Xin Lin volunteered to stay with her for 3 hours. Bless her. The ones who got injured or could not continue were upset, I can tell you that. They were SO dissapointed at not making it to the top. But let me tell you, I admire their determination and spirit. They pushed themselves till they just could not go any further. 'Sometimes, the spirit is strong but the body isn't', Mother said. But its alright, we shall clap for them anyway for trying.

Pn Song, you rock!

The Rafflesia itself was dissapointing. It was miniscule, and there was no smell. However, it IS one of its kind, and how many city people can admit that they've hiked up that kind of trail to see one live? Not many I'd wager. But nevermind, 'It's the journey that matters, not the destination.' And this one's from me. Hahaha

Apparently it can't bloom fully because its 'senget-ed' XD

2 dead butterflies on the ground =(

All our truck rides were eventful. Here's what we did while trying not to fall, trip, or hit plants.

1. Negaraku
2. School song
3. Kau Ilhamku
4. Spirit cheer
5. 'You want some? Come get some!'
6. We Will Rock You
7. Daulat Tuanku!

The Kabadhi game was brutal. Its from India and the guys played it. Bruises were exchanged and a bit of blood was spilled, but no harm done. Its all in the spirit of the game. Even the girls had their fair share of it.

Both nights, we hardly slept. We talked about many things, some endulged in a Chor Tai Ti marathon, while others fought for the hammock. Others just gossiped and played games. For the seniors, it would be their last trip. Basically, a last time to bond with the members. And then, it hit me. With such force and brute force that I could hardly breathe. Next year would be my turn, my last year, my last chance. And I realised, that I did not want to go. This is one family I'd miss. They have shaped me in so many ways, moulding me into a better person. When I'm with them I see realise all the beautiful things I am, and sometimes, I reflect and I realise the ugly side of myself. So thats when I tell myself : 'I want to change, I need to change... And so I WILL change... And I HAVE changed.'

You never treasure something until you lose it. I think I shall quote all these things in my farewell speech, if given the chance (and if I'm president, or top 5). OK, now I just realised something very peculiar... Surprisingly, its not the fear, or the anxiety of leading the board that overwhelms me, but the thought of one day leaving. It cripples me. I feel like giving myself a kick in the rear for not realising how much the UBS means to me.

Do the Ebe . Muru looks like *swt* HAHAHA

'I think this camp is very good. I have never seen you all smile this much, its like sunshine around you all the time. I know that it is stressful in class, because we teachers have to rush the syllabus and have no time to nurture you. But the UBS makes up for it. I have seen a different side to you. This board is not only the best in Malaysia, but the best in the world. And I can tell you that.'
Puan Jeyanthi aka Super J aka J Coco
Science teacher and Special Guest at the Annual Trip

'When I see you growing and improving, and having the courage to come up to speak in front of people, I just BLOOM inside, like a Rafflesia. Because I am so proud of you.'
Puan Song aka Mother

'There is no board, no society, that can match us. Not even the Interact, the Librarian Board or the Prefectorial Board... I guarantee you that neither of them can offer you what UBS can. They don't nurture you the way we do, and they can never understand you the way we do. We cannot be categorised, because we are special. Every trip has brought me many memories. Memories which I will treasure forever. So please continue this tradition, never, ever, let Pn Song cancel a UBS trip!'
Ebenezer
UBS President and Head Prefect

'When we are on trips, there are no barriers, no status quo. It doesn't matter if you're a prefect, or a librarian; if you're in the first class or last. You're intellect is the last thing that matters. Everybody mixes with everybody, as is required. And I think thats what makes our bonds strong. Its what makes our unit one of a kind.'
Yours Truly.

a new moon

Sigh... I love reading. Everybody knows that. Sometimes I get caught up in my tense, little bubble, detached from reality. Is it so bad then? My exams are behind me, all I ask for is a little alone time, with a book for company. It's true, that when I am really into a story, everything else ceased to really matter, or exist really. But if books hold a temporary escape from reality, how bad can they be?

Yesterday my mom chatised me about reading too much. Yes, I shouldn't have asked Andy to stay back because I had my librarian duties. But I well couldn't ask you to give me a ride home, knowing that if you were caught leaving the office again you might be fired - because of me. Plus, I know I can't take a cab alone, I have no guts to anyway. Andy has exams. And yes, I did feel a twinge of guilt. I am not without emotion. I must be a terrible sister.

But I am only human, selfish as I may be. I wanted to saviour my reading time, they have become so limited. And so I dived into my books, trivial and fiction as they may be, they were comforting - to me. I feel guilty, leaving them on the top buck of the maid's bed to collect dust. Hmm, I might have to clean them sometime.

Books are your truest friends. They'll never leave you, never complain, never compare. They feed you and ask for nothing in return.

So why can't I be left alone with my books. I don't ask for much, I just want to be left alone when I was reading, I couldn't be bothered if I was ignored totally. Occasionally I might ask to hang out with friends, but where's the wrong in that? I can count the number of times I actually go out in a year with my fingers.

Mom, I don't like it when you used my blog material against me. I just don't like it. Blogging is my solace. What I can't say in words, or tell people, I put it in writing. It isn't the same as having a diary. Here, I get responses from my peers, and yes, their opinions matter; but yours is the most important. I can't take it when you talk to me like that, like I was crazy. 'Read funny things, later dream also of funny things.' Are you saying that I shouldn't read? Or that I am mentally incompetant?

Sigh... There is no more to say. I might have to make this blog private if this goes on.

A tribute to my favourite series.

Why Me?

Publishing one of my dreams for public scrutiny for the first time felt good. For those in the know, (well, make it only one) my 2 most recent dreams didn't really seem like dreams at all. In fact, it was like watching a movie from a first person view. It was, interesting, to watch the plot unfold. I wonder what triggered these, I know I couldn't have conjured it myself, I wasn't that creative.

Its not like nightmares where you wake up at the climax, screaming and sweaty. It just so happens that when the story ends, when there is no more reel left in the film, I wake up - just like that *snaps fingers*. And then I'd ponder about it for ages and ages, and still come up with nothing, nil.

And WHY? Why have I started this vicious dreaming cycle all over again?! I thought I was through with them, having a 4 year break since I was 10. Not only have they ceased to fade, they hit me with a more severe blow - becoming more intense, more complex. I've had eight so far...

1. Not unlike a scene from Eight-Legged Freaks, I dreamt of giant spiders infesting my aunts house. I was uber young, and it was scary. Don't laugh.

2. I was five. I dreamt of the lion at Sunway Pyramid. It was night time, and something was chasing me, it was terrifying.

3. I was ten. I dreamt the same dream. I was raped by ghosts. (There you have it people, my deepest secrets exposed)

[4 year break]

4. It was a nice dream at first, then it morphed into a nightmare. I dreamt of a demon, and this includes God.

5. This one got me traumatised for 3 days. I dreamt of a mutant-ish spider the size of a dustbin lid about to consume me. I repeat, its NOT funny, especially if the spider jumps, aiming at your head, and thats when you wake up.

6. Another spider dream, at KLCC park no less! This one I laughed at... I was chased by a huge spider around the park, with a visitor screaming 'Don't run, its just playing with you!' Hahahahaha!

7. My team and I were getting rid of baby aliens (think small, cream coloured version of the creature in Alien 1,2,3 and Alien vs Predator). I saw a kid, he was not human. But when I got my partner to come with me to retrieve the poor thing, he was gone. For some unfathomable reason, we ended up screaming 'John!' (the kids name) and I broke down. The End.

8. Read about it below.

WHY have my last two ended in unparalleled sadness? What does this mean? And why me? WHY???

I have decided to dictate my dreams, turning them into short stories. You might decide to stay away from me after this... I'm sounding more like a psychopath already XD. Haha. But for you who dare, or those who are just insatiably curious, I say :

READ ON

My Angel

The orange flames licking the grand mansion did nothing to ease the chill that emminent chill that sinked into her very flesh. Clutching Mr Teddy, she blinked over and over, her lashes trying to rid of the translucent sheet of rain that fell so lightly, it seemed like snowflakes drifting down from the heavens. But there is no heaven. This was hell on earth.

The crunching off boots against the shrapnel and debris reached her tiny ears. Through the rain, a shadowy figure emerged, barely a shilloute in the shadow of the flames.
'Come,' he ordered.
'Why isn't the water killing the fire?'
'I don't know child. For now, you must come with me.'

With a hand on her shoulder, they dissapeared into the night.

Life after that has been a blur. He lives to fight, sometimes I try to follow, but I always got into his way. He loves me, I know that. I know it when he asks me if I'm OK, when he hides little trinkets in my room so I wouldn't know he got them for me on purpose. But sometimes, its like he never wants me around. I don't understand, I am only ten.

The battle raged on. The thunderous firing of machinery deafened the ear. Only the trained and expert would be able to fight under such perilous conditions. A band of fighters, clothed in black, struggled to fend off the surging millitary.
'Whats the stats?'
'Half section of the building has blown. Main structure damaged by 80 percent. Its gonna come down soon.'
'Roger.'
As if ruled by tendril of thought, the pair shot cables to the opposite building, readying themselves for the timely escape. Only one made it. The other fell like a doll, laying in a crumpled heap 10 storeys bellow. A strangled, agony-filled yell followed. But the child did not die.

I don't remember anything before the helicopter. Yes, dad was beside me, holding on. Thats what I call him now. I am his, he saved me from my family's dissintegrating house; from being chared to death, just as my family. But something was not right. Dad was screaming. Why? Slowly, my eyes began to adjust, and I stared down at a pad full of people. I... I don't understand anything. Dad was still shouting, cursing in fact, but still my ears were filled with cotton - I couldn't hear a damn thing! Then he shot two people in the front. Silence. I looked around. By Gods! The pad was failing, falling like a bird shot out of the sky. We both then looked down at the men in black coats seated at the back, fearing their wrath of vengeance for killing their leaders.
'Good job mate.' one of them smiled as he took of his glasses.
Beside me, dad relaxed too. I suppose they were our men.

The tall figure looked uneasy in the luxurious surroundings. Indeed he would have been more fit as a street urchin. Many guests in fine silk eyed this lone figure with disgust. He sighed.
'Daddy!' He turned to face someone half his size, clothed in a delicate frock of pale pink. She was smiling.
'So, how do I look?' She frowned, unaccustomed to the finer things in life.
'Sends shivers down my spine,' he replied, shrugging.
'What?! Dad!' And unsatisfactory feature replaced the uncertaincy.

'Oh Emma darling, how lovely! It is so wonderful to have you back,' A woman of enormous proportions strided down the elaborate Greek stairway.
'Look dear, everyone is here to see you... You have been too long away,' she said, smiling.
And thank you for returning her,' This she directed to the man. It was said briskly, courteously, but not without hint of superiority and hardness.

The man gave a nod, and turned to leave.

'Dad, where are you going?'
There was no reply... Slowly, he got into his vehicle, and it roared to life. During the entire exit, he did not look back, not even once. The girl was frozen, tears gathered like crystal pools as she realised he was leaving.
'Dad... Daddy..... Daddy no!' The first and final attempt to reach the retreating vehicle failed...
'DADDY DON'T LEAVE ME!!!' Followed her guardian angel, the only family she ever had since her own had perished.

'He made you call him 'daddy'? How despicable.' Her glittery aunt stood beside the crumpled child, no mercy in her words, no emotion...

While the child's sobs echoed through the night.

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Note : This is my most recent dream. I have had many which I remember since childhood. These dreams are not the ones which slips through cupped palms like water does. Why do some dreams like this one, stay? I cannot answer that. I just think its time I told their story. So if some parts are a complete blur, it is because it was dreamt like that. I have tried my best to fill most gapping holes in the story.
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Fun Fact : I woke up just as the child (myself) crumpled to the ground in violent convulsions of despair. That morning, there was a light drizzle. Somehow, it felt oddly nostalgic. On the highway, I saw the most beautiful thing that morning - a rainbow. A full arc, just like the ones in story books. And somewhere, I knew, that my angel was watching over me.

Three cheers for temporary freedom! The last day of our first momentous battle against the horrifying exam papers has finally come to an end, but not without drama. The first Biology paper went on smoothly, though with the usual minor glitches that surround the task of answering a question.

Recess was God-sent. Extra study and mingle time. The odour of anticipation wafted through the entire left wing of the third floor. This was it, 5 minutes to go, one more paper to slave in… Then, sweet freedom.

I can taste our freedom!

Amirah

KRRRRIIIINNGGGGG!!!! The shrill monotonous ring of the fire alarm went on. First, an unpresidented silence – then…. YAY!! How wrong we were. The field was wet, it was drizzling, and everybody was sloshing around looking confused. I saw no tell-tale smoke. It was obviously a fake. Why couldn’t that Someone just leave the papers alone. Murder would be worth it today, if only we knew who did it. On the other hand, only a senior student could have done this. Why?

1. Its Teachers Day. Why would the school organize a drill on a day like this? Nevermind that it is also an exam day AND it was drizzling. School – Busted.
2. A junior could have done it as a Teachers Day prank. But they weren’t having any papers to worry about. Juniors – Plausible.
3. Only senior students had the perfect motives. No time to study for Bio, and they desperately need to score. Plus, it would be a fun thing to pull on the day we honour the teachers, lets test their efficiency! Wheee! Seniors – Highly likely.

We were told to head home ten minutes later, due to the late paper. 1.20 p.m. I couldn’t help finishing super fast along with everyone else – oh the anticipation of a free ass – and couldn’t be bothered to double check my stuff, so I played with my stapler (not very ingenious huh?).

But the moment of truth arrived…. AND WE WEREN’T ALLOWED TO LEAVE! What in the sick and damned world is going on?! We were jailed in our own class while all the discipline teachers were rallying outside. Spies brought back some information though,

‘Because your class is so smart’ – note the sarcasm.

But all’s well, ends well. Our PK HEM dropped by and apologized for holding us up, and that we all could leave except a certain Somebody. This obviously had something to do with the fire alarm set up. Lucky her.

Just one more day... No need to sleep also can!
Vi-Jean


My fingers ache. Muscle concentration in the right arm is significantly more than the left. Since History, half my brain has shrivelled and ceased to function. Only one day remains. I can do this... We can do this....

And I simply cannot resist the urge to blog. Its an addiction, its better than any drug available, a state of high can be obtained by the pure joy and satisfaction of reformating and modification. It is a bulletin board for that inert circle of friends who cannot see each other everyday to ask 'Hey, whatcha doin?'.

I think I know my Biology. I did just finish reading it... God, I'm gonna blog like crazy after this.

But now, its back to the books for one last time now. Wish me luck!

Herein this blog shall be in hibernation mode till the end of May.
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To all the depressed, deprived, deranged students taking their Mid-Term and possibly college exams, I wish you all the best!

BLOG CLOSED

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the potato people

My crazy, stressed-up week in pictures and a post.

Calculating the emprical formula of magnesium oxide.
The crucible looks like its gonna crumble, or explode any minute.
Background : Ngee Ming's shirt, Anis's peace-fingers, Sham'ah's crazy-finger and Ben's sexy-finger. XD

Getting in touch with my creative side again.
A tattoo for Syazwi =]






The Potato People
A funeral.





Its B-L-E-E-D-I-N-G.

First of all, I'd like to say sorry to Keith for not replying his 'Still in the bus... My butt hurts XD' message at 8-something a.m. on Saturday. Reason being my mom decided to hide my phone (a common occurance). Hope you had fun - bet you did =)

Sparring on Satuday was funnnnnn. Its been so long since I've actually attempted to kick anybody at all. My cousin just got contacts, and in my humble opinion, looks better without glasses. teehee.... Dad said I was 'playing' with the girl, not serious-serious. Oh come on, whats the point in beating her up? Sheesh. I still scored 10-0... Najwa, the brilliant, young M'sian-Thai silver medalist was back.. And as good as ever really, I quite missed her - she was challenging. Cuzzie fought OK, but spun around a lot (like dancing. haha), but won anyway. Jason fought with Mathis, the super-tall, super long-legged abomination. Both had their injuries, due to unparralled circumstances. Mathis's legs were long, so he couldn't back up or risk the oppenent scoring. There was only one option - shin-on-shin. Those bruises don't look pretty. For neither of you... ><

Bashed more cans at kung fu today. Wheee - dush! Studied a bit too. I should be doing more dammit. sigh...

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
Protect the score at all cost - including shin bones!
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We're too old for this, we've retired man...
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Yeah b'ow!

Just came back from jogging at KLCC park. It was fun, really. And later me (Mommy, Andy and myself) hogged Cold Storage for the most stable, aerodynamically-looking bottle for our rocket competition tomorrow. I wanna win win WIN! And of course, have fun fun fun, watching the bottle go WHEEEE up!

Lookeee this. I inverted the colours of the original picture for my blog and here it is.... Yes yes.. Let's go OoOh... AaaHhh... PreTtyy




Perhaps when its time to 'change' my layout I shall use this. Sure saves time.. And time is money, no? =p

1. Real name: Chew Aileen
2. Nickname: Aileen, Hamster, Tree, Green Monster (due to my uniform), Ass (don't ask), Banana
3. Status: Stressed but high
4. Zodiac sign: Pisces
5. Male or Female: Female.
6. Elementary: Bukit Bintang Girl School cum SK Seri Bintang Utara
7. High school: SMK Seri Bintang Utara
8. College: Thames Valley University (affifliate) =P
10. Hair color: Black and brown (my dye is stubborn)
11. Long or short: Long
15. Are you health freak?: When situations become pressing
16. Height: 161.5cm / 5'3 - recently measured =D
17. Do you like someone: Yes
18. Do you like yourself: Occasionally, not so since my graduation potrait turned out like Shit
19. Piercings: None
20. Tattoos: None
21. Righty or lefty: Righty
22. First surgery: When I was 9. Broke my wrist.
23. First piercing: Refer to no. 19
24. First best friend: undecided
25. First award: Medal for some coloring competition
26. First sport you joined: Sukaneka??
27. First pet: tortoise
28. First vacation: Melaka
29. First concert: none - I'm lame, I know
30. First crush:12
31-48 vanished

CURRENTLY
49. Eating: Nothing
50. Drinking: Nothing (my both hands are occupied silly)
Number 51 is missing!
52. I'm about: to go home from tuition
Where's 53-54? XD
55. Waiting for: The holidays. Pining for it actually
This is retarded (56,57?!)
58. Want kids?: Contemplating the pain
59. Want to get married?: Sometime later
Where's 60 - 67?

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
68. Lips or eyes: Eyes.
69. Hugs or kisses: Hugs.
70. Shorter or taller: Taller
WTH? 71?
72. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous.
73. Nice stomach or nice arms: Can't decide. They compliment each other XD.
74. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.
75. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.
76 -.-"
77. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER
78. Kissed a stranger: I never get drunk. So, no.
79. Drank bubbles: What kind? o.O
80. Lost glasses/contact: Never had em
81. Ran away from home: Yes
82,83 missing as well
84. Broken somone's heart: Unintentionally
85. Been arrested: For bringing my handphone to school
86. Turned someone down: mmhmm
87. Cried when someone died: No. I wonder why? =/
88. Liked a friend: Yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN
89. Yourself: I try to
90. Miracles: Maybe
91. Love at first sight: No
92. Heaven: Yes.
93. Santa claus: Not anymore
94. Sex on the first date: ew.
95. Kiss on the first date: Why not?
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97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: Yes
98. Had more than one boyfriend at one time?: Never had the time to try XD
99. Do you believe in God?: Rhetorical question
100. Tags : YOU

It's like the putrid smell of the over-polluted city sewer that drifts far from its boundaries to invade innocent nostrils. They make a helpless bystander such as myself cringe from their pressure. Unfortunately, the only road to freedom is through the drifting smells from hell. They tug the invisible strings of my heart, evoking an inconceivable feeling that spreads through my entity. They are the catalysts that lead to tidal waves of dismissal, rejection, but most of all, irritation.

Perhaps the stress has dillusioned me. I blew. For the very first time in my entire tuition stint, I told them to shut up. Which, of course, were blatantly ignored. How do you survive in an environment of 3 or 4 students per class where your so-called inhabitants speak a language alien to you?

I'm becoming like Keith. Which is Bleeeeh to the extreme. But why is HE improving where I'm falling? Unfair, totally unjustified.

I hate being a banana, I need my KYC babes back. Badly.

convocation

In all my nervousness, I find time to look at the crowd of sitted onlookers - and spot my kung fu si-heng.

This conversation was mouthed and acted upon :

Me : *stares*
Jon : *stares*
Me : *what are you doing here?*
Jon : *you???* *points, shrugs*
Me : *pulls on robe, rolls eyes*
Jon : *points = you*, *tugs shirt = robe*, *rigid hand-slicing-through-air movement = so-so*
Me = *W-H-A-T?!*

If he wasn't very potentially able to leave me crippled on the spot, and if I wasn't so near the stage where the Platform Party of notable men and women were, AND if there weren't so many people... I swear I'd have stranggled him for the insult. Or, maybe not - his girlfriend would murder me too. Damn.

I sweated blood and tears for this! *Hurrumphs off*

It is only human nature, to hear ones heart beat like a bass drum when faced with 600 people and professional photographers. My name was called, it seemed too loud, penetrating my eardrums before leaving a baritone ring behind. Too many lights, they blind me. Robed-Guy offers a scroll, I accept, I stop. Time to smile, wonder why he isn't letting go of the role, look down, look up. Oh my God, must look real stupid. Hurries down. New friend(s) come, poke them to death and whine like the world would end.

Shoot. I just realized that I left my camera in Hui Ning's school bag. And she's off at camp. Wonderful, spiffing really.

Visited Gleneagles Intan Hospital today. Nothing major, I had a throat infection. It was trivial really, even the doctor looked bored. He must have had to treat many unflattering patients such as myself, today. Poor guy.

I think the antibiotics have taken a toll on me. I'm feeling sleepy and I have tuition at 1930 - 2100 hours. Plus, I forgot whatever it is I wanted to blog about, though I have a feeling it mightn't be exotically different from this one.

I think I'll nap, since its raining and my throat is silently killing my choir.

Cheers, and goodnight

came home

*Run Run Run*

Yesterday I finished my UDTA 1500 meter run in 9.08 minutes, a record for me. Yippee. Well after 4.7 km, that was hardly worth my time - Hui Ning and Charlotte, who were within a millisecond from me, agreed. This proves that Alpha people are NOT NERDS.

*Lameness*

I was therefore lethargic when it came to walking to the traffic light outside school to catch a cab with Andy. So when my ex-van driver offered us a lift, I gladly accepted for the second time in my life. Well felt guilty all the way, especially when I greeted Michelle and was awarded with a cold look that just screamed 'Do I like, know you?' I buried myself in my friend's book. She could have been nicer, like Whats-His-Name, who has changed a LOT. I barely recognised him! I mean, OK, he's a year younger, but hey, he's really grown... Taller and um... toner I guess.

Me : You've changed a lot, I barely recognized you just now.
Him : You're serious?
Me : Yeah

And that was all. How lame huh...

*Catching Up*

Auntie persistantly refused my cash, and I pushed it to her with an equal amount of certaincy. Couldn't stand the girl whom I had to squish a lil with and just opt to ciao 3 blocks away, when Abby was getting down. Andy wanted to hang with Nicholas and Arvin, but I wasn't complaining, he spotted Alan getting out of his friend's car and I skipped (seriously, I must be stressed) to him and enquired about his piano exam. Glad to hear it was OK, since him, Lu Ee, Pui Theng and Nicholas (what ever happened to him? I wonder...) were SUPPOSED to take their Diploma with VJ and I. We were irritated mind you, being abandoned and all that.

I think it was the first time we actually talked for so long out of leisure, and the first time we didn't argue when put in the same area XD hahaha, AND the first time we talked about a serious subject - courses/parents/driving.

Alan : Eh, you've really grown up leh... (yes, very cinapek ish)
Me : Haha... Where got?
Alan : Now big girl d.... Haihz...
Me : Ryte... It hasn't been that long.. And you're all grown up too, in your business-ish attire
Alan : *holds up bag* this a perfume bag leh... *mutters some foreign brand*

Well he used to work part time at the perfume corner, so there. But seriously, we gave our piano teacher a headache because the moment we were in the same room, PEACE just flew out of the window, spat and trample upon before ending up in the trashcan. We even used to keep SCORE of who could outsay the other. Used to drive our teacher up the wall. It was that bad... Oh, and he used to threaten to burn down my house too. But no worries, its still intact and beautiful. =D

*Note to Self*

1) Discuss Bulan Membaca with F4's.
2) Send 8R photo to Teacher Lina a.s.a.p
3) Remind VJ to do the same
4) STUDY - exams barely 2 weeks away dammit!
5) Plan Module based on KYC syllabus for Gopeng trip (hahaha....)
6) Contact Friends of UBS from 1995 - 1999 (Alumni)
7) Write letter of absence from Fencing today. As if my big bro doesn't know. Bleeh.
8) Write letter of absence from UBS for Interhouse Cheer earlier this year.
9) Submit letter of resignation from Taekwondo.

oh my..... its weird when its put into a list.....

Heylo peeps. Blogging from my tuition center, and I just can't wait to get home to rest my butt as if it hadn't been flattened all the while in school. I literally had Chemistry for the whole day. Today was some Majlis Anugerah Pelajar SPM 2006 of some sort and our ex ex Principle was here, she came to greet us today. You just gotta love her, she's always so.... Bright XD.

And there were these people from Channel 9 coming to shoot some footage of my class and thus the immaculate preparation. But heck, I didn't even get to present my 'family'. Group 18! I am a Noble One. All Hail.... *coughs* right, crapping.

And so while waiting for our guests to barge through the door, we were armed with USB's and music was in the air. Wheeeee... Sarah prepared this really cool movie for Pn Rasinah, our dearly beloved ex class teacher. It was real sweet. Grats to her.

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Oh and I have just a few things to say about my school.

'We are all hypocrites'
quote from Pn Jugdeep.

Which is true. We are all LIERS and ACTORS. When we need to show off to visitors, the school starts fixing up everything. The library lights, which have been failing at an incredible rate, just got fixed yesterday; some hole in the ceiling was patched up very last minute with MANILA CARD. How cheap can they get?

And the Malam Seri Bintang last year. What happened to all the money and donations? They just bullshitted us I tell you. As far as I can see, a very VERY miniscule bit of work has been done to improve this darn school. Empty promises comprimise of :

* Amphitheatre (and I'm not talking about the one near the gates puh-lease *

*School hall -har har- *

* New car park for teachers *

I know I might not seem thankful, but even the primary school next door is doing better! They actually have flat screens now, while our computers in class are collecting dust. SBU Admin and PIBG... WAKE UP and smell the roses, or whatever it is that greets you in the morning. Otherwise, well 'World Class Vision' my butt - however unflattering it is.

Well, if the teachers are hypocrites, therefore they are teaching the students to be hypocrites. And the cycle goes on, we just keep getting Better

and BeTTer

at it...

no?

Sorry KYCers for not making it to the PC Fair, I was occupied. But I hear that the next meeting is at Sunway Lagoon. First and foremost, I have vowed never, EVER to step foot in there every again. Reasons known especially to Julian. We know people, we know... It sucked, and I could nearly swear I picked up a condom in there or something. Moot Point : the place is filthy and I shall not be seen there ever ever again.

Currently having a conversation with Sabby about this matter and in a very appropriate phrase I said

You'll have to suffocate me with chlorofoam and tie me up with a straight jacket with masking tape to shut me up to drag me there. Lest I shant go in peace...

Pssst, I know you guys are planning my kidnapping right this minute.

I shall be watching XD

cross country

I did not get any number for my cross country yesterday.

I repeat, I did not get any number for my cross country yesterday.

BULLSHIT

I arrived at the bloody table, which had to be ridiculously far from the ending point, but I forgot to take my number. Due to the lack of oxygen to my brain and therefore a slower response and dumbfounded reactions, I did not manage to grab my number. Resulting which, I did not manage to get any medal. Fuck.

Borrowed line from PY --> Fuckety-Fuckety-FUCK.

I arrived BEFORE those assholes took the numbers 17 - 20. Screw Puan Rahimah. We never liked each other and we never will. Thank you Puan Nurhasliza for sticking up for me, for all the good it did. Oh, I'm forgetting someone. Cik Pugga Pugga. Bleeeeh.

Well Amanda got 1st (Go Shirtliff!), Aimee and Charlotte got 13 & 14 or something like that (more Shirtliff), Hui Ning got 6th (surprise surprise). Thats the under 18 girls.

Under 18 guys : Faris 1st place (duh, as usual), Biang Sheng got 2nd (screams Shirtliff x 3), and the other top 20's were Jun Hao, Karthigan and...... I forgot XD.

But the best news of all is.............

'Dan tempat pertama jatuh kepada rumah sukan yang berjaya menebus balik maruahnya.... SHIRTLIFF!!!!'

Whoa that was one helluva surprise, we've never had enough athletes to win... well, almost anything. And we were all like screaming and screaming and SCREAMING!! And High Fiving with every Shirtliffian within reach, known or otherwise. Haahahahaha

And yes, we camwhored a lot too, as usual...

There's something about losing a significant person in your life. Especially when you cannot do anything in your power to make them stay. Its difficult. And when a new one steps into the position of the other, would that person fit into the dress only the other could wear?

Dearest Puan Rasinah Zakaria, Class Teacher of 4 Sc Alpha and Biology extroadinaire. A wonderful teacher, friend, wife and mother, leaving for London soon to accompany her beloved husband and to persue her PhD.

God Bless You.


I can't help it, I already miss her. And tomorrow will be the third party this week. One was ex-3B's to Pn Rasinah, todays was a surprise party for JAMES - HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY! and tomorrow my class is hosting another party during Bio. I vow not to cry. I.will.not.cry.

Desperately wanna go out on that day, but I haven't broken the news to mom yet. Wanna see KYC hotties too but my dads coming home after a week.

I know I'm PMSing here.

My moms nagging in my ear, I can't stand it, I don't care.

Signing off,
Aileen

I scream
I whine
I punch
I cry
I hug
I throw
I hide
I burrow
I hurt
I stare
I fall
I bear
I bang
I bail
I beg
I fail

tuition

Hmm.... I signed up today and I have tuition tomorrow. Great. O well, I suppose it was my choice and reckoning. I can't find some of my books too, I could swear they suddenly grew legs and ran away just to spite me. Curses.... Why do they always like to hide at home?! I live in a bloody apartment and I can't find em. Bloody............

My Sin

My Sin

Those words he spat out, I could not believe
I found it harder and harder to breathe
He knew, and my deepest fear materialised
Look at me! Why won't you look at me?
Your tongue pierces my innards
But I sit like a sculpture, unable to process the pain
My friend speaks
I turn
And nearly cursed
And then she spoke
So soft, like the birds of early morn
That woman looks around
But why don't they see me, faltering and forlorn
Must not cry, must not cry
They will know my sin

It is you I cannot face
But still I see no flame in those dark pools
You have told him, I know
It is within my range of intuition
My brother, how ashamed you must be of me
I adore you, want to be like you
But we are connected, and I sense the slash of dissapointment
Now that he knows my sin

And you, who have spoken so harshly
Why is it I do not see accusation in your crystal eyes?
My steps fall behind your huge feet as you speak
This never ending debate goes on in my head
Am I bad?
Yes, maybe, but never was it my intention
No, it can't be. I am good!
Why is your face funny? Friend asks
Oh, I laugh.
A fake ring is all I hear
And you turn, and I was sure you heard it
But you smile, why?
Friend confronts me
But I refuse to speak
You almost know of my sin

Scenes pass at the window
I look out but see nothing
You are all ugly on the inside
Maybe nobody has told you this, so now I'm telling you
It is so you learn
Am I ugly?
I always thought myself beautiful inside
To compensate my hideous mask
But was it lies I told myself?
Perhaps I am ugly
Though I try not to be
Mistake after mistake, whats wrong with me?
I swear they weren't done intentionally
But I know my own sin

Dear Lord how shall it be?
I wanted to drown under the shower
Washed my bloody hands of these horrid stains
How do I get them off?
Dear Lord what shall I do?
With the sadness I feel pain
With the guilt my feelings fade
With the stain of my sin my hands shake
With my eyes closed I bow my head
Now that You know of my sin

Source : http://soulbreaker.blogdrive.com

OK... I'm responding to Ken's tag. (Lord help me)

1. Aileen Wuornos - Woman On Death Row in Florida (O______o)

2. Aileen needs to try to stay off her feet (and what, FLY?)

3. One night, a desperate Aileen needs to quickly get through with another client, but he knocks her out, ties her up, and rapes her... (great, of all the things I lose, its my virginity. On Google)

4. Aileen needs to lose some weight and needs to practice her singing (W-H-A-T?! I know im fat and my singings horrible... but this [pokes the screen] is too much.)

5. Selby is demanding, telling Aileen that she needs to start hooking again (im a hooker.... cool XD)

6. Aileen spent the next eight years, gaining valuable project management experience

7. Aileen needs to injure her attacker as quick as possible (see Nini... I'm a fighter too!)

8. The side needs Aileen O Loughlin back as she will bulk it up.

I know he asked for ten but this is all i got. So spare me. I swear Google is going the horny way into the new millenia... Honestly.

OMG the seminar is finally over. I can blog now. For those who don't know (boohoo). I had a Taekwondo Poomsae Seminar from Tuesday to Thursday and today, I just sat for my National Poomsae Referee test. Honestly, I don't think I passed. Just now Grandmaster said my stances were weak. Oh yes, we were honoured to have the venerable Grandmaster Lee Hyu Kyun, who is a 60-year old 9th Dan black belter, and Master Lee (the tall one), Master Choy (the funny one with peculiar glasses, Taekwon Stick extraodinaire) and Master Kim (like a boulder, yoga master). All from Korea.

So let's be real truthful here. No secrets. I did enjoy myself there, but there were times when it was just SO TORTURING. My brain turned fuzzy and my eyes were blurred, some must have thought me with a nervous system problem or something, because I jerk my head from side to side to revive my sight and conciousness. Aih....

So I'm done now. Will post pictures. All the previous BRATs ones too.... Coz I like larh. Hahahaha...

Right. I'm pretty sure others have posted a complete, and detailed chronicle of the entire camp, so I'll just post random pictures, which probably have no sense of organisation. I beg to differ =P

Shameless celebration after a merciless facial.
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Banged into Meng Jin's chin just as I was about to jump, no wonder we both look weird. Ouch.
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Why's Yen Nee sitting when she's already...? Nevermind XD
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Scary
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Everyone... Look at your own camera! Group pic or camwhoring?
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No comment
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At least its a group thing. Omg, look at Chestnuts expression *pokes*!
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Erm... Retarded.
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We shall have to work on this group picture thing... I mean, look at it.. Lyn Li's being a sadist, Ken is dying, I am... Also involved, Josh looks like he's constipating and MJ... iS trying to imitate the statue of liberty. The only decent ones here are Yen Nee and Sheena. BooHoo!
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More to come! It's late, and I need my beauty sleep. =P

aiyo

Aiyo... I've been caught in the shameless act of procrastinating my blog posts. I beg your forgiveness o mighty Ken. But seriously, I haven't uploaded the photoes into my beautiful silver-plated computer, and so updates on BRATs would have to wait.

SIT doggies SIT! Now stay....

I'm not at home enough either... It's been one helluva holiday! So faithful blog addicts, stay a while longer and I promise a BRATs pictionary will be up soon =D

umm

OK, for some reason I don't really feel like blogging sanely, so lets just crap. Stupid connection went haywire after signing in to MSN due to flooding of two people. Its a sad time for my computer. But I should be happy, happy because my assessment period is over.. So why am I feeling so empty? Expressionless, stoic. Possibly, deep inside, I realise that I have undoubtly managed to flunk. Is it possible to flunk in an Assessment test? I'd be the first in Alphanian history. A brilliant chance to prove myself, served on a silver platter, wasted. The first time in all my secondary life, i never even got close to smelling first-class air. I don't have the brains, the ingenuity, the neurons... *sigh*

Can't wait for BRATs. Hoping for a visit from relatives during that period. Hahahaha... Alex, get off your Counterstrike and get your ass there! I know what you do, its been years since I have collected sufficient data from hidden cameras in your house. Beware wrongdoer!

Bleeeh. Not feeling right today. No, scratch that. Not feeling ANYTHING now.

How worrying....

One week before the competition

Wei Lin’s (captain) grandmother passes away and she gets stuck in Johore until the following Sunday.

That Monday…

Nadia, one of our two flyers, falls from Elevator, and by certain bad luck, loses a tooth at its roots. One is sunken, she needed stitches on her lower jaw and had to x ray her nose. The team was traumatized. I’ll never forget the blood, I was the calmest of the lot, but the memory of hearing the gasps, and turning around to find her getting up, opening her mouth, and all that gruesome blood that wouldn’t stop spilling… We almost gave up. Almost.

That Thursday

Rachel, our last flyer, says she has this eye infection. It did look red, but we needed her. Didn’t look like she cared, she seemed to have given up on us anyway. So that left us with no flyer, with 12 people, four people with at least one year of interhouse experience and 8 who just joined this year. It left us with no flyer, but many capable bases. It rendered us helpless with only 2 days left…

That Friday

One day to go. We did our best to come up with something, anything. Thank God for Farah and Yen Shan, ex-captain and ex-senior. We practiced until it was almost perfect. We had no flyer, so what? We couldn’t pull out, it was NOT an option. Went home exhausted, collapsed in bed.

The Day

It was so fast, I couldn’t believe it. Nevermind I screwed up the beginning by forgetting the timing, we pulled off something despite what everyone thought. Nevermind that we got last, we still had a medal, and cheers. Nevermind that the public thought we sucked, everyone else knew we did well, despite the circumstances.

But most of all, we knew we won. It is something not measured by medals, recognition or glory, but by our spirit and determination.

Here’s a ridiculously edited version of Remember the Name, Fort Minor.

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

We don’t want our name up in lights

We just want to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
We feel so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know us

But fuck em, we know the code
It's not about the glory
It’s all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up

Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to us despite the fact
That many misjudge us because we make a livin by failin
Put it together, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
We only focused on what we wrote, our will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Rachel is ill
Who would've thought that she’d be the one to set the west in flames


We’re not your everyday on the block
We know how to work with what we’ve got
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Shirtliff - Nobody really knows how or why we work so hard
It seems like we’ve never got time
Because we write every note and every line
And I've seen them at work when that light goes on in their minds

It's like a design is written in their heads every time
Before we even touch a key or speak in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers they run with, those kids that they signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

For Nadia (especially), Rachel, Wei Lin – Welcome to the Black Parade, My Chemical Romance

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. 

And other times I feel like I should go. 

Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets. 

When you're gone we want you all to know 

We'll Carry on, 

We'll Carry on 

Though your dead and gone believe me 

Your memory will carry on 

Carry on 

We'll carry on 

And in my heart I cant contain it 

The anthem wont explain it. 

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams 

Your misery and hate will kill us all 

So paint it black and take it back 

Lets shout it loud and clear 

Do you fight it to the end 

We hear the call to 

To carry on 

We'll carry on 

Though your dead and gone believe me 

Your memory will carry on 

We'll carry on 

And though you're broken and defeated 

You're weary widow marches on 

And on we carry through the fears 

Ooh oh ohhhh 

Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh 

Take a look at me cause 

I could not care at all 

Do or die 

You'll never make me 

Cause the world, will never take my heart 

You can try, you'll never break me 

Want it all, 

I'm gonna play this part 

Wont explain or say i'm sorry 

I'm not ashamed, 

I'm gonna show my scar 

You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only.. 

I'm just a man, 

I'm not a hero 

Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song 

Just a man, 

I'm not a hero 

I -- don't -- care 

Carry on 

We'll carry on 

Though your dead and gone believe me 

Your memory will carry on 

We'll carry on 

And though you're broken and defeated 

You're weary widow marches on 

We'll carry on 

We'll carry on 

We'll carry on 

We'll carry 

We'll carry on