Myitzu Speaks...

Fresh.

2010-11-23T22:07:00.000-08:00

Love the feeling of moving house - representing a new beginning. Packing all the things into cardboard boxes, then finding things that you thought you have lost! Simply awesome.

Let go.

2010-10-02T08:39:00.001-07:00

Hair tied up tight; No way you're gonna let it down.
No way.
You put on your glasses; put on that 'Trust Me' smile.
Grabbed a pen and you started on your files.

You do this every day.
With that 'I must complete this' in mind.
You're all about deadlines and meetings.
You're all about seriousness.

The look of panic, in your eyes, when I drop by,
Unannounced.
You don't like being messed.
Schedules are your modus operandi.

You've been raised that way.
"Follow the rules. Love God.
Know your boundaries. Wear a dress on Sunday."

But baby,
sometimes you've gotta let go.
Break the rules, enjoy the ride.
Wipe off that perpetual frown, and smile.
Let your hair down; laugh out loud.
And cry when you have to.
There's no holding back tonight,
With me by your side.

So, say, ten o' clock?

OH MY MYRA :D

2010-09-01T00:08:00.000-07:00

Myitzu: Hey, look, it says ATOM U. (The sign read as ATO MU)
Myra: At least, I can be an atom, you're too large to be an atom, see.
Myitzu: :(
Myra: You're iodine, DIATOMIC remember.
Myitzu: I'd rather be Uranium.
Myra: Oh, then I'll be Hydrogen.
Myitzu: At least I'm more valuable than you.
Myra: Then I guess I'll be Helium then, and make people happy, when I fill up balloons.

The Secret Life

2010-08-22T00:24:00.001-07:00

Adrianne: Ricky, I know you alright. Unlike Amy, she's never going to understand you like the way I understand you.

Ricky: Good, I'm glad alright. I don't want her to accept me. Or understand me. I want her to change me.

Girls

2010-08-20T09:56:00.001-07:00

With their perfectly tied hair,
and hair-pins in place.
Pink bows, red nails, white socks.
Ironed dresses, without a trace of dirt.
They amuse me.
They befuddle me.
They make me laugh, and cry.
They have the ability to
Break
My heart tons of times.

Even when I've seen so many.
I never get tired.
As each one is new,
As I wish each one is true.
With their sweet-nothing's,
And sweet perfume,
Glossy plume lips and well-shaped hips.
They make me go crazy,
Judgements go hazy.
As each one whispers 'I love you,'
And makes my heart go in loops
Three months later, they break up.
And makes you feel like throwing up.

Girls, girls, girls.
They amaze me.
They confuse me.
They are addictive,
Hard to resist.
Their love is like a drug,
Being born a man, just my luck.

Bloody Hell

2010-06-07T08:24:00.001-07:00

I was waiting for the correction fluid to dry and now I'm here blogging, great. Talk about Procrastination. I really wanna take some time off and simply write but those differentiations and integrations are killing me literally. Bloody A levels.

You

2010-03-30T09:10:00.001-07:00

People talk about love, and then they soon break up.
But I know, once I look into your eyes, or think of your face, or our future together, I just know.

For Daddy

2010-03-30T09:03:00.000-07:00

Two years since you drove away

Letters have stopped coming

Colonel Miller came by three months ago

Mommy cried then

Lotsa visitors since then

I saw your name printed in the newspaper,

Along with your comrades, and Uncle Jack's

I did not know what that was supposed to be

Lots of words I couldn't comprehend

Your helmet arrived yesterday

Along with a medal

Mommy talks alot about getting me a black dress

For some ceremony

Whatever that is.

Yet I still wear my Sunday's Best.

Along with my drawings,

And wait for you at the door.

Daddy, Daddy, please hurry back,

Once your ship gets to the shore.

2010-03-30T08:55:00.000-07:00

It's like when I promise you something, knowing that I probably won't be able to fulfill it, I still do it. Well, it's because, I can't bear to look at you feeling sad. You have such a pretty face. Don't waste it. Smile for the world. Smile all you can. I'll try my best to keep the promise. Despite you saying, 'Promise?' you probably know too that this promise is too great to be achieved. But hey, miracles can happen, eh. So what do you say. Just close your eyes and firmly believe in it. Like how I told you when we were kids that birds are my messengers, and they can carry messages for us when we are apart. Just close your eyes, baby, and firmly believe in whatever we've said. When I have fun with people around me, I may not really feel your absence. I may neglect your existence, but I'll never forget of your existence, of our past, and of the future that I've promised.

JC Life.

2010-01-06T07:46:00.000-08:00

(Click on the Speaker Button to Play the music.)
-There used to be a song, I guess slide.com removed it?, so anyway, the song is These Friends of Mine by Rosie Thomas. Really beautiful song.

JC, 2 years
2 years to make friends

2 years to gain enemies

2 years to screw Biology

2 years to experience social hierarchy

2 years to finally grow up

2 years to laugh it all out

2 years to waste away

2 years to taste the days

2 years of constant tutorials rush

2 years of getting love drunk

2 years of gossiping

2 years of lectures-skipping

2 years of 'He likes her, she likes him'

2 years PE lessons

2 years of defying teachers

2 years of lectures torture
2 years of Co-Curricular Activities

2 years of photo-taking

2 years of sleeping in class

2 years of laughs

2 years to make it

2 years to break it

2 years to shake it

2 years to take it

2 years to lose or win it all.

Actually, I kind of love AJ.

Please, please, please, let me get what I want this time.

2009-12-27T06:53:00.000-08:00

i really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.
i really really really really really wanna go to the boys like girls concert.

martin's cute.
paul's really good looking.
bryan's charming.
john's cool.
such an awesome combination.

BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS.
BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS.
BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS. BOYS LIKE GIRLS.

look!

BOYS LIKE GIRLS, from left to right : Bryan, Paul, John, Martin. RAWR!

Fever!

2009-12-06T02:19:00.000-08:00

It gives me the creeps when I hear Adam Lambert sing 'There he goes, my baby, walk so slow,' in his song Fever.

I'm not homophobic. I just need a bit of getting used to.

'A person can get used to anything, if given enough time.'

- The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks

And I really like Lambert's music.

And Fever is a nice song!

Stereotypes at Seventeen

2009-11-25T07:44:00.000-08:00

'Here's the plan. I'll get the keys from my mom. I'll pick you up at seven. Then we can go to a nice movie, and have some hot dogs while watching the movie. If it gets boring, we can make out a little, while ignoring glances from the person next to us. Then once the credits start playing, we can rush to the exit, and drive at breakneck speed to the Hangman's, bribe the bouncer, and sneak in. Get some shots and watch drunk men negotiating with prostitutes, and we can make up stories of them. So, what'd you say? I'll meet you at 7?' - the Prep

'I'll be playing against the Grants today. You can cheer your lungs out for our team. It's the cheering that makes us the champions. Wave your pom pom at me, and when I do a 50 yards throw, then you'll know it's for you. Then after the game, we can go to the party at Jake's. Once the party gets too noisy, we'll go to your house, then we can pop some popcorn, and get a few cans of soda and watch A Walk To Remember, your favorite. You can cry on my shoulder as you watch Landon proposing to Jamie. And I'll put my arm around your shoulders. Then you'll tell me that, you wish someone would love you as much. Then I'll tell you, I'm trying. You will fall asleep on my shoulder. And I'll wait till it's time for you to get up, and not move an inch, afraid that you might wake up. My pissed off parents will probably give me about 20 missed calls. But I'm not gonna care.' - the Jock

'I'll drop by your house at 6, once the band meeting's over. Then we can go through the algebra notes that Mr. Johnson gave out today, and think of solutions to the questions that are too challenging to be attempted. After algebra, we can do a bit of Biology, and learn all those complicated cell stuff that Ms. Lori went through today. If we get too bored with all that studying, we can research on colleges and the scholarships they offer. Though we are still sophomore, you always say 'Think ahead,' right? Then your mom will come to check that we are not naked at about 8, while giving out our dinner trays. We can talk about how best to craft our valedictorian speech, if either of us become one, over dinner. After eating, we can memorize more words for the SATs. After all that studying, you can kiss me lightly on the cheek, and tell me that you have to go pick up your new glasses tomorrow. I think this is a perfect idea!' - the Nerd

'Hey, the County Fair's tomorrow. So, I was just thinking, maybe you might wanna go with me? They have all sorts of attractions. I know what you're gonna say - County Fairs are so 7-years-old. But come on, give it a chance. I mean, it's been 10 years since you went to a County Fair. We can go up the Ferris Wheel. The carousels. Throw darts. Buy cotton candies. Watch all sorts of performance. Come on, let's be kids for a night. Not like it's going to hurt. I just need to get away, with all this graduation and college stress pressuring me. Let's be 7-years-olds for just one night, shall we? Then as the fireworks light up the sky, we can make out. I promise I'll get you home by 11.' - the Lonely Boy

'Hey, shorty, what's up? Wanna have a ride in my new car? Let me tell you, I can make you feel like a star. Party at Shaggy's tonight. And we can dance all night. Let's get drunk, and get some drugs. Let's be seventeen, and act indifferent. Just for one night, give me a chance. Come on, baby, I've got your back.' - the Gangsta

'Bloody Baby's concert is on tonight. How about it? They have a dress up party too. So we can finally wear our matching Victorian era outfits. Remember, the black eyeliner babe. It's the most important thing. We can just add more and more black. Oh yeah and the powder. I got too tanned that day at the stupid beach party. I need some make up to be my fair self again. And remember to put on your blood red lipstick. Oh yeah, don't forget The Cure t-shirts that we both bought on ebay, so that we can change out after the concert. We wouldn't wanna expose our beautiful costumes too much, do we? So, I'll pick you up at 7?' - the Goth

'Hey, babe, meet me at 5 at the school parking lot. I've already bought the new bike, and I just wanna show you, before I go, you know. I wanna end this shit. This shit of the world. This shit of living in this meaningless, pathetic life. Just end it with one CRASH. That's it, you know. But don't follow me babe. Though it may sound impossible, live on. You look great in those pink Converse sneakers that you bought with me the other time. You are beautiful. I love you forever.' - the Emo

*I seriously don't think my descriptions of these few high school stereotypes are accurate. I don't go to high school. I go to a highly normal, and too much grades-minded Singaporean Junior College. This is just what I gather from the movies, songs, internet and stuff. Anyhow, who cares, I'm just putting this crap for fun.

'We were seventeen and invincible, had the world figure out, with a girl on my shoulder, told me everything's gonna be alright. When is everything gonna be alright?

Maybe we were in high school, but you never see the ending when you're young in love pretending, singing everything's gonna be alright. Everything was gonna be alright.'

- She's Got A Boyfriend Now, by Boys Like Girls

'Let's not ask why, it's not right, you won't be seventeen forever, we can get away with this tonight.'

- Seventeen Forever, by Metro Station

The Black Parade

2009-11-20T07:37:00.001-08:00

The Black Parade

Welcome To The Black Parade

Cancer

The Black Parade Falls

The Black Parade Dies

Bio killed me, and I ended up doing this during that epic-long lecture. I thought it was awesome. Now, it looks crappy and shitty. MCR makes ppl gloomy and think of death as a friend, and see vampires and blood and black and black.

Be Proud of Me, Dad

2009-11-20T07:36:00.000-08:00

Hey Dad,

I’m sorry you got a call today, and it tore you to pieces. Really, I can’t help but be who I am, and I am proud of it. At least you now don’t have to worry about me making girls pregnant. That call from this afternoon is just a beginning, and there are many more coming, and I’m sure you can deal with them. I wanna come clean with you, but I don’t know how to say it out loud. I don’t know how to tell you that you will never see your son in a tuxedo, looking proud and standing in front of a pulpit. I know how much it will hurt you that you will never have a grandchild of your own. But, Dad, I’ve never really requested anything from you, have I? So let me just ask you for one thing Dad, one thing – be proud of me. I beg you to be. Regardless of what I am. What my hormones respond to. Well, at least, I am still Brick J. Wood. I still bear your name Dad, you see. I’m still your son. I saw the look on your face on that day when I was making out with Matt. I knew you saw it, but you acted like you didn’t. But I could tell. From the shock, from the repelled, disgusted look on your face. I know Dad, when you and Mom decided to have a kid, you never saw this coming. And you probably don’t know how to deal with it. You have never prepared for this. But that’s okay, Dad. Let me deal with it on my own. But since we are father-and-son, you will still get those taunts and calls from those stuck-up kids at school. And you know you will get more of it in the coming years, but, Dad, like what I told you, be proud of me. And face the crowd, and please Dad, don’t be ashamed of me. I know what you are thinking Dad, you’ve told me about it. At least, I’ve heard you discussing about it with your friend Jack. About that guy called Sean, who you used to make fun of. No, it wasn’t only you. It was your whole high school, including you. And how he died, just in this town, where every one of the inhabitants have at least once called him a ‘fag,’ and how he died, in his lover’s arms. You were laughing about it. But since this is going to happen, or already happening to your son anyway, please don’t laugh Dad, don’t join in the crowd. Just keep the cool, like you always told me to. And be proud of me, Dad. And those taunts will not last Dad. They won’t. You know we can still go fishing. I won’t scare the fish away, I’m not diseased. Society just chose to label me, because I’m different. We can still go to the County Fair, and I can watch you shooting the darts right at the Bull’s Eye. It’s not like I’m going to infect every one with my ‘difference.’ I am still a human being, with an altered sexual orientation. We can still do all the things that we used to do – staying up late to watch the Yankees against the Sox, arguing over who gets to blast the stereo, criticizing each other’s Christmas presents for the fun of it, hiding our tears while watching the last episode of M*A*S*H for the hundredth time, or just searching for holidays destination though we never really have enough funds to go, what with my college fund. We can still do all those things. The path that I have chosen is not going to alter much Dad. We can still be “little Brick and the Rock.” Though honestly, I think you are stronger than the Rock himself. I mean mentally of course. I’ve seen you dealing with Mom’s death, though I was only five back then. I know you are really strong, I know you can deal with this too. Dad, seriously, nothing’s gonna change, maybe except the fact that I’m not going to bring girls for dinner. Nothing’s really going to change. I just hope you stay strong. I wish you had someone for you to deal this together with. But you don’t. Stay strong Dad. The bastard who called you this afternoon to say “Your son is a fag,” is a coward. He doesn’t have the fucking guts to tell it straight to your face. But I do, Dad. If you thought you haven’t taught me anything, you have Dad. That is to be proud of who you are. And Dad, I am proud of who I am. And I can tell that to the world that I am a fag, a homo, gay. That I, Brick J. Wood, am a fag and not ashamed of it at all.

Love,
Brick

*Kurt from Glee inspired me to write this. Awesome Kurt.

Infinite

2009-11-17T09:24:00.001-08:00

As human beings with no supernatural power whatsoever, we can't transcend time. But sometimes I feel like I can. Like those moments when they are infinite. The moment stretches and it feels it will never end.

Spending time with Shali after ditching some Arts program event was infinite too. It felt too good to pass. Just talking to her. And the acoustic music playing in the background at the restaurant we were eating. The moment stretched, and it felt like it would never end. Infinite.

Like when it started to rain very heavily as we were walking to NYP that day. Then Jolly and I just ran and ran to the shelter in the rain. It was a blissful 30 seconds or so run. But it felt infinite. We were just running like kids to the shelter. And when we stopped, we were speechless, and we just looked at each other laughed and laughed. That moment of running insanity felt great. Infinite.

And that day, daddy and I were listening to 1950s' country music on the radio, and daddy was singing along to this song called Bimbo. And as the radio played on, daddy went on with his little karaoke, and it felt infinite too. The music playing on, daddy singing. One of those few times when we actually find each others' favorite songs pleasant. The moment felt infinite. It lasted for a good ol' twenty minutes, but it was awesome.

Then after one of the hockey practices, cass chee and i ate at subway. And we talked on and on as we slowly ate our food, and felt our muscles relaxing after a long session of running and hitting balls. It was really good too, like the moment was too good to pass. It felt infinite. I felt infinite. We both felt infinite. It was a perfect day.

Sitting with Razzy at AMK park, when nobody was there, and daring each other to shout out profanities. Running, and running, with blood-pumping Linkin Park music playing. Writing essays, and talking to michelle. Those moments are really infinite.

And I thank all the people in my life for all those moments together :)

Time Traveler's Wife

2009-11-02T04:31:00.000-08:00

I see her as beautiful. The way she pushes her hair behind her ear, as her hair loosens and hides her face. The way she smiles, with her two protruding front teeth that will make me wonder of her childhood, and how she might have used her little finger to push them back. They make me think of how she believes in natural beauty, and resisted wearing braces as she grew older. The way her doe-eyes widen as she hears my whimsical comments, which makes me wonder how far her eyes can go. The way her nose shapes out of her face. Sharp, prominent. Giving her a decisive look. The way all the freckles on her face seem to align differently each time I look at her, making me form constellations of freckles out of them. The way all the little pores on her face makes me feel that I am in love with a human, a real person, not a plastic doll. It's not only just physical. I love the way she acts. The way she stands up for herself. The way she can turn bitchy and gets upset over little things like how the coffee isn't ready for her in the morning. Because it makes me feel the need to be perfect for her, to prepare things for her. I love the way she glowed when she was carrying Alba. The way her tummy stretched to make room for our creation. The way it just magically came out, as if there was an invisible pump, blowing her up little by little every morning. I love the way she says thank you, after we make love. I love how much weight she has gained over the year. It makes me smile sometimes, as I think each additional lb that she adds on as the number of years that we've been together. Her plump body makes me recall of the time when she was slender, when we were in college and she came up to ask me for my number, which in fact turned out to be a dare. I love how she now has to make use of glasses to see. And how crow's feet are forming around her eyes. I love it that she still takes effort to read to Alba even though she has to squint her eyes now. I love it that we have come so far, and counting. I love you Clare.

2009-10-22T09:49:00.000-07:00

No, you can't measure my worth with that. You can't judge me by my inability to comprehend the mechanisms of alkenes and alkanes, nor my inability to manipulate the pv=nRt equation. You may think of yourself as superior. Just because you are older and wiser, and had training and more experience. But think of this: when you were about my age. You had fears too. Fears of being left behind your peers. Fears of not being able to comprehend the workings of translation and transcription and DNA replication. You were afraid once too. You wanted to just run away. Just hide at one corner, like a child. Away from your books and papers. Just because I'm normal and do what a million other people of my age are doing doesn't mean that I'm stupid. Worthless. A piece of trash. And completely hopeless. You have no right to decide what my worth is just by seeing how well or rather badly I have performed in the promos or the mid year exams. you have no right to do so. Because, just like me you were afraid once. Just like me, you were afraid of failing and you still are. Just like me, you wanted to run away. You're not any better. You're just older. And just like me, you are a human being.

Drink up, baby.

2009-10-22T09:47:00.002-07:00

Drink up, baby, drink up.
Soon it'll be over.
The pain that you feel inside.
The scars that you hide.
The tears that you wipe.

I know it's been hard, baby.
I know it's hard.
Time has outrun us.
And we are left far behind.
Stranded.
But, drink up baby, drink up.
This is all I can give you, love.

We should have listened to them.
We should have waited.
But we didn't.
Like children, we ran away.
But it's okay.
So drink up baby, drink up.

Drown all your sorrows in this cup.
In a few minutes, it'll be over.
So drink up baby, drink up.

You are right, baby.

2009-10-22T09:47:00.001-07:00

You are right, baby, you are right.
We should have waited.
We should have.
But what's the point of regret?
So, I'll drink up.

There were tears and pain.
But they were worth it all.
The warmth of your leather jacket.
The clink of the keys to your bike.
The midnight bike ride.
It was worth it all.
So, I'll drink it all.

We have lived fast lives.
We are young and we die young.
Just like Sid and Nancy.
History repeats.
So, I'll drink it up, baby.
I will.

Random

2009-10-18T05:22:00.000-07:00

when you're in love with someone, and the person is about to die with cancer or something, why do you say 'why does this have to happen to her?' instead of saying, 'why do i have to fall for an ugly diseased girl?' okay, this is stupid.

2009-10-17T00:21:00.000-07:00

you feel like going shopping. so you open your wardrobe. and you grab those pairs of jeans and your favourite checked blouse. you look into the mirror. you see your arms being abit outgrown in that checked blouse. you see your butt sagging, and your legs not long enough for those pairs of jeans. you see your jeans too tight for your huge thighs. so you change out to another piece of clothing. you find all those flaws again. you feel unblessed. you feel that life's unfair. you feel that you'll never be as beautiful as those hollywood glamour girls. so you just put on a pair of baggy pants that hide your non-existent figure. then you don yourself with a plain white t-shirt. nothing too outstanding - you don't wanna attract attention to your hideous looking self. you then see your face as imperfect and unbeautiful. so you decide to put on make-up. you do that mascara. and you realize that the mascara can't do its job proper with those non-existent eyelashes of yours. you then try eyeliner. it would not do its job either. your eyes are just too small and tiny. you can never be doe-eyed. beauty comes with doe-eyed people. you will never be beautiful. you then try on some blush. they just made your meatball cheeks more prominent. and you don't want that. you try on lipstick. your lips are just too thick. then you walk out the door and take the bus to the mall. you see that girl with a pair of shorts with those perfectly sculpted waxed legs. her face was flawless. with that barbie look that you'll never achieve. you compare yourself with all the other pretty girls you see. you'll never be as pretty or as happy. you'll never be. so you look away. you get to the mall. you try on that skirt that is on sale. the zip just won't zip up. you have gained too much weight from eating that cookies and cream ice cream last night. finally, you manage to zip it up. then you look into the mirror. you see a your tummy fats flowing out. it was just too unsightly. so you hurriedly change back to your sweat pants. then you try on that cute little pink dress that you saw earlier on. your arms are just too huge. the arms fats are just flowing out. and the pink doesn't go with that overly tanned skin of yours. you change out to the plain white tee that you wore to the mall. you then get out of the store. then you see your favourite hot dogs stand. you wanna grab a bite. but you just can't. you have to lose that 10 lbs that you have gained. you have to lose it. but your stomach grumbles. you ignore it. and you rush back home. but you are too hungry. but you can't afford to eat. so to ignore your stomach, you drank down those sleeping pills. and you sleep. you sleep.

epic-ness.

2009-10-15T08:06:00.000-07:00

i'm just totally going to ramble about today.
random is the word to describe today like totally.
sand-castle building at east coast park.
we had no design, two class leaders and half the class were an hour late.
we came up with some cool impromptu design.
poker cards.
and ying shiang was totally crapping the class vision out of it.
why.
the coolest thing about the sandcastle was like the big castle isolated from the main structure exclusively by denning tan.
what the heck.
but i turned it into a boys like girls studio.
awesome.
BOYS LIKE GIRLS!! omg. martin, paul! rawr.
anyway, yeah. and jolly and i were like totally against the idea of eating at east coast. but we ended up eating there anyway.
phone's acting cranky, cos milo spilled into it.
what the crap.

that is the end of the east coast park stuff.

right.

then.
jolly and i were complaining about how uneventful today was, cos supposedly there was a class outing - ice-skating, bowling, and whatever not. however, the organizer turned up two or more hours late, and was totally against the idea of going out. one of the reasons why we ended up eating there. and the organizer went back to school.

how awesome right.

i just don't feel like i click with my class anymore.

im kinda getting tired of being the clown of the class. making the same old blonde retardedness, sick!

yep.

denning, jolly, and i were on the bus to bedok. gloomily. then we boarded the train from bedok. then we were planning to go home.

then the train just had to stop at orchard.

so we stopped at orchard, i thought it was a joke.

jolly pulled denning out of the train by his ear. wow.

and we toured ion orchard. it was totally random.

and we ended up at borders. and i bought the green day's 21st century breakdown!! omg.

like after months of waiting for the opportunity to buy the record.
it's so awesome!! love it love it love it.

and we ended up at kino.
then i bought for one more day, and the notebook. with my speech day money.

finally also right!

oh yeah.
we also splurged on food.

yammi yoghurt.
ice cream mochi.
ice cream.
some bbq chicken.

and we just couldn't resist to buy more.

but skinny denning tan stopped us. :(

denning tan's ears are huge. epic!

love love love green day!!

Wondering

2009-10-11T23:33:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wondered this before? Like you are deeply in love with this guy, and he proposes to you, and he also reveals to you that he's had undergone sex change, which means he was a woman previously. Would you still accept him? I don't know about you. I would though, love is love, and sex is sex. They are all different issues. You can fall in love with anyone on this planet. But sex is a different matter right? Just because you love a person doesn't mean that you have to have sex with him right? No, I'm not experiencing this. I'm just wondering.

Coitus & MRAZ

2009-09-15T07:11:00.000-07:00

Razmiah, you are so AWESOME. Love you man.

At the bookshop,

M: I was wondering whether they are legally "allowed" to have coitus?
R: Hahaha. I don't know.
M: Why do we always have to come up with stupidest things!
R: It's not me, it's you.
M: No, you ALSO.

At the school bus-stop,

M: Ah Mi MRAZ (Goes low at the end)
R: Oh Mon MRAZ (Goes low at the end)
M: No, I go low at the end, so you have to go high.
R: Oh Mon MRAZZZ!! (High-pitched-ly)
M: No, you have to do the hands action too.
R: (With the hands action) Oh Mon MRAZZZ!!
M: Razzy, why do you always follow what I say? You just have to do it, right?
R: I don't know. HAHAHAHA.

Growing up

2009-09-11T09:12:00.000-07:00

In primary school, my friends and I talked about getting full marks.
Come secondary school, we talked about getting As.
In JC, we now talk about passing tests.
When we move on to uni, will we talk about sex instead?

To my prettiest friend -

2009-09-10T08:46:00.000-07:00

Razmiah Banu

Hey there Razzy, this whole post is dedicated to you, my sweet friend, who listens to my crap all the time, and have F&W conversations like these with me :

M: Chem quiz closes tomorrow right?

R: I thought 11th?

M: Which is tomorrow. Shit. I haven't even studied reaction kinetics.

R: Oh right. I just studied it today. :] but i'm still gonna suck at the quiz, so no point.

M: Thanks a lot. So you're doing the quiz on friday or what?

R: I'm doing it as late as possible. Want to find out from others whether it has a time limit or not.

M: Right. Great. If you get any tips tell me. What're you studying now? My revision has only started now. Slacked for five days. Oh my god.

R: Same here. I'm attempting to finish the yellow book.But my main reason for staying up late is to watch soccer match later. England. :]

M: Okay. Have fun. England. Isn't that like michael owen, beckham. And all the hotties!! Oh yeah, i was staying up to read sujah's book. Which i finished and guilt ate me.

R: HAHA. I know what it feels like. But at least now the book doesn't distract you anymore. That is the excuse i give myself to ease my guilt whenever i finish a book. Oh btw, i have fallen in love. Truly madly deeply. With Jason Mraz. :]

M: Jason Mraz. Yes, he's cute. Funny. And absolutely CHARMING. But what's the sudden? And whatever happened to Joseph?

R: Joseph still occupies a small place in this big heart of mine. It all started one day on facebook when hema asked me to check out mraz's fan page on facebook because he posted something really funny in there. And slowly i slid into love after watching all his funny and quirky videos and messages. Sigh.

M: Sigh. How fast changing you are babe. Seriously. Oh yes, i cut my hair short. Sort of like a bob. So that yoke-y will notice me more.

R : Omg, how could you myitzu?! Even yoke kuang still occupies my thoughts and his name whispers through my heart every now and then.So this is how it feels like when your friend steals your boyfriend. Disappointed in you.

M: Hahaha. Oh my god. Since when was yoke-y your boyfriend? Raz, you are EPIC man. God, i am craving for instant noodles although i am very FULL. i feel FAT.

R: HAHA. Eat fruits instead. :] Healthier choice.

M: Razmiah, you are being so nice. worried about your arch-love-rival getting fat and all. Strange.

R: I know. Blame this big heart of mine. Funny how we're caught in this complex love triangle. Though you're taking away my one shot at true happiness, you are still my friend. And i want what's best for you.Even if that means giving up yoke kuang. So if getting yokekuang will make you happy, i am willing to sacrifice my own happiness and give you my darling and my blessings along with him.

M: Cut the charade, big heart! Btw, this is totes random. But i just have to share this. It's from Sujah's book : If i ever have kids, and they are upset, i won't tell them that people are starving in china or anything like that because it won't change the fact that they are upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

R: Aww, that's really cool I never thought about it that way. Paradigm shift and all. HAHA. What a funny and weird conversation we've been having.

M: Yep. Very F&W. funny and weird. But i'm really glad you're one of those people who would listen to my crap. and add in more crap. here's one more: so, i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons.And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don;t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them. And remember. Paradigm shift. A phrase that our sweetest Cambridge grand markers DESPISE. And i found my long lost red marker. Hallelujah.

R: HAHA. Nice. Very motivational.Makes me wanna study like Shit till i pass promos. I like that F&W abbreviation.haha. i think i'm gonna post this conversation thread on facebook. It's very F&W. Lol. I like using that.

M: Yeah, cool babe. I concede defeat. Eyes half closing. I;m gonna sleep. He who stays up later has higher productivity and thus the results. You win tonight. Good night Razzy!

R: HAHA. Goodnight boyfriend snatcher.

The next day,

M: Hey Jolly wols, wanna sign up for open house, our last alpha event? And razmiah as well?

R: Oh really? Also can. But i alr have dnd.

M: I don't know. Just sign up lah. It's after promos. Okay? Come online. Discuss online. Ok?

R: Okay then. I'll sign up. :)

M: Which committee?

R: Programme and log.

R: Signing up for it right? Confirm?

M: Okay. Very good.

R: No. Facilitators. Hard to decide.

M: Yeah. fine. my name was already in facil though i chose logs. Okay. Facil - final ya? Oh yeah. Don't do the chem quiz yet!

R: Facil final. Doing it tmr. Why?

M: Okay. Cos we've to do it together. I'm studying very hard for it. Only down with three topics. :(

R: Ok. Good for you. Btw, it has time limit. 40 mins for 25 questions.

M: I know. Got organic chem? And only MCQs right?

R: Yeah. No organic.

R: Oh. I haven't told you, have I? Jason mraz has sung a spanish song and it sound super nice.

M: Totes random. But thanks anyway. Omg. He speaks spanish! Adds a million stars to his charm. So cute! Only MCQs for chem - breathe. And we are doing it together. Btw, why are we getting so worked up over a chem quiz. Okay i'm talking too much. I'm gonna press send.

R: HAHAHA! So fun-neh. Raz loves mraz. Hehe. What time are we doing tmr?

M: 8 pm. Set okay. Raz and mraz kinda rhyme. Tee hee. And you know he has a blog - freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com - such cool name right! And i went to read it and it's awesome and i even commented you know. He might have checked out my blog even. Oh my jason oh my.

M: Breathe - only MCQs. And forwarded from webcam : I haven't done yet, so can't help much. But i heard they lifted qns from the xtra self practice MCQ miss lee gave us. Most specifically qn 23 n 24 o the enthalpy 1. I think.

R: Omg i am so gonna check out the blog. What extra self practice?

M: I don't know, she gave us some worksheet which i can't find anywhere right now.

R: HAHA. Same here.

M: Jason jason jason jason jason jason jason jason jason jason jason jason, sounds like I'm chanting for leong.

R: Lol. I was thinking the same thing. Why did leong have to have the same first name as mraz?! It's disgusting.

M: I know. But leong is sporty hot. But jason is just plain charming and cute, adorable, and yoke-ly and clumsily lovely. Oh my god. Jason! Could you be any better!

R: i am just gonna ignore the comment on the first jason. Omg, jason. Love love love. We must go to his next concert in singapore. Must.

M: Of course. By then you would have forgotten him and would probably be gaga over some guy in your uni. Or worse you'll be head over heels over your salt and pepper haired lecturer who is an older version of yoke kuang since you've always had a thing for teachers. Then you two will make out during breaks in empty lecture halls. While i'll be together with my brown hair and eyes guy who resembles jason and we'll go to his concerts together. And i'm not talking about NUS. Okay. I've let my imagination go far too wild.

R: Yes. Omg. You super funny! Making out during breaks?! eww. Wth myitzu. haha. But i think now, jason is here to stay. In my big heart, that is.

M: Your big heart - I hope it gets bigger to accommodate for more teacher crushes who are not only much older but bigger in size like arthur lim. Oh yeah i also forgot the plump malay guy from the office.

R: I was wondering who the heck was arthur lim. ARTHUR LIM?! Eww. Eww. EWW! Omg, the cute fat malay guy. I almost forgot about him. I wonder if he is married. I just realised. I totally have no taste man. Look at the kind of guys i fall for. Except joseph and jason of course. Urgh.

M: Glad you realised baby. Arthur lim has more surface area to touch, what with all the man's boobs and such. Perfect for you isn't it. Hahaha. You do realize that whatever we say in smses is like always 95% rubbish all the time. Oh yeah. I joiend this fb group called abstinence is awesome. Haha.

R: Lol, yes. We're totally F&W. A very nice group indeed. But poor yoke-y will be disappointed. He is in dire need for some action, if you know what i mean. You need to bring down his pants a little. They're a bit too high. HAHA. What a sick innuendo. You gotta be his DNA polymerase, dude. Unzip him a little.

M: Razmiahhh! Oh my god. you are utterly sick. Don't know why I'm friends with you. Argh! Oh my god oh my god. I believe in sex after marriage. Okay we'll see who loses it first. But i'm sure i'll find a guy who will respect my decision in sex after marriage. innocent like yoke-y. Okay fine i don't know. I might give in. Shucks this is very frustrating.

M: Hey i apologised. It is actually qn 32 n 34 o the enthalpy ws. Hope i am not too late. :P
From darling webcam (Forwarded)

R: HAHA. His tenses v funny. I "apologised".

M: Hahahaha, in capitals for your second message about webcam.

R: HAHAHA! I bet it will be you first. Who can resist the temptation presented by hunky yoke-y? Justin timebrlake is so last year. Yoke-y is the new sexy back! Wow, i can't believe i just typed that.

M: Okay. We've just coined in a new name for mr lim! Can you believe it! Yoke-y might becomes the next coolest baby name. I like the coolest baby name. I like the sound of it. We'll see in ten years who loses first. Wait you'll probably be unwed, since you only go for married old teachers.

R: HAHAHA!! Myitzu! In ten years, i will be married to jason (mraz) look-a-like, if not jason himself. And i am really curious to know who you will end up with. If only i can time travel.

M: Oh my my my. I'll be married to time traveler! Time travel time travel. We'll explore the history together. Okay this is nonsense. I'll be married to channing look-alike who is going to be 6'2" unlike jason who is a lot shorter. Haha. I win. My kids will be born with long and toned muscular legs. Thanks to good combi of genes. :P

R: And they'll be engaging in porn. While my kids will be musically inclined, have a great sense of humour, and grow up doing yoga, not pron.

M: Razzy you're not giving up are you. My kids can play football and will be good-looking! Ha. Anyway, the two of us have cracked. We're talking about marriage when we haven't even gone on first dates. Must be a symptom of prolonged guys deprivation.

R: Yeah, I was thinking that oo. What's even weirder is that we're actually entertaining the fact that we'll be getting married to tatum and mraz. Wow. How far fetched can we get, seriously. But these two days, i ahve been having the most entertaining conversations EVER. We should probably publish our conversations as a book and sell it. It may become a best seller.

M: Yeah. I was thinking along the line. I was telling my sis just now I HAVE TO BLOG NOW. okay, i'm really going to blog all the conversations now. And resurrect your BLOG. I bet you don't even remember the address.

R: HAHA. No i don't. I'm typing in the convos on fb. As a note. nothing better to do.

M: So you're online now huh. Okay coming online now. And correct the spelling mistakes don't embarrass me.

R: HAHAHA. Yeah, yeah.

And that's the end. Oh my god. We really were talkative.

THANK YOU RAZZY. For being such a great friend.

XOXO.

Btw, these were all on SMSes. I wonder what phone bill will be like next month, if it goes at this rate in two days. I think the two of us just don't get the point of SMSes (Short Messages or something like that) Don't we get it! SHORT! But we just can't help it.

Sigh.

Btw, razzy. DNA polymerase doesn't UNZIP. It synthesizes. It is helicase that does the unzipping job. Know your stuff well. Tee HEE :D

Okayy..

2009-08-29T01:03:00.000-07:00

Okayy. I've given up on continuing the parody on the ASEAN Summit, as the Summit now seems eons ago. Promos are coming, and I just simply feel like escaping. Still, I'm trying to hold on. Too much free time, took a Personality DNA quiz. And here are the results.

ASEAN SUMMIT - PART 3

2009-07-22T07:19:00.000-07:00

Chair: Thank you DPRK with that very insightful speech. Now, the council will move onto moderated caucus session. Any motions from the floor?

USA: Motion for moderated caucus for 15 minutes, 2 minutes per speaker on discussing the issues on mugging.

Chair: Alright. Are there any seconds?

(All the countries, except dearest DPRK, again.)

Chair: Seeing an overwhelming majority, again, the moderated caucus is now in order.

(Cambodia raises its placard)

Chair: Yes, Kingdom of Cambodia, you are recognized.

Cambodia: This delegate of Cambodia believes that the starving children as well as adults, not to mention delegates should be well fed first before any further discussion on mugging proceeds. Cambodia is in a very dire situation, especially with the people starving. Cambodian delegates, for example, came for this summit, as there is FREE airplane ticket, FREE FOOD, FREE lodging, and FREE services available. Cambodia LOVES anything free. Hence, Cambodia suggests that rich nations such as French Republic and the USA offer FREE food to Cambodia first before moving onto discussing issues less pressurizing than hunger, for instance mugging.

Chair: Thank you Cambodia, now USA?

USA: Thank you chair. Firstly, this delegate of USA would like to agree with the delegate of Cambodia on why mugging should be placed last, and why pressing issues such as starvation and poverty should be eradicated first. One thing to take note however, Cambodia cannot always depend on the bigger and richer nations like the USA. USA, being bigger, and richer, obviously has more mature and bigger problems. Therefore, it is not right and immature for Cambodia to perceive bigger nations such as the USA and French Republic as the perfect nations, who have no problems, thus can lend an eager hand to the poorer nations. Furthermore, Cambodia, the reason why your nation is starving because the people of Cambodia are not willing to work hard as yet. Therefore, why not upgrade the skills of your worker, so that there will be higher productivity, thus more money, then starvation no more! That is as simple as adding one and one which gives you two, that is if you can even understand this kind of simple arithmetic. Thus, the point that, this delegate of USA is trying to make is that starving nations, such as Cambodia, and Myanmar, pardon me for digressing a little, Myanmar, present, no? Such uncooperative country. Release Aung San Suu Kyi! Alright, back to the point. These poorer and starving countries, cannot afford to banish mugging as the people of the country need to upgrade and earn a living, which can only be do so by mugging. On the other hand, richer countries, like us, USA, we can choose not to mug, as our people, are smart, capable, and we can afford to be lazy, as we are the richest and most powerful nation in the world.

China: Not! Enjoy your last few days in the limelight, USA. Soon, China will overpower you.

DPRK: Hooray! Not to mention DPRK, and the GREAT Kim Jong Il. Hail Communism!!

Chair: Decorum, please delegates, and China and DPRK, please do not speak without being recognized. And the USA, has exceeded the time limit, please. Thank you. Next, Singapore, tiny, yet rich? (In line with Jolly's shortness yet cuteness)

Singapore: Firstly, Singapore feels that this discussion is getting too heated up, too intense. Therefore, before anything gets worse, this delegate of Singapore would like to propose a motion for unmoderated caucus, to dance, enjoy, and get to know other delegates. Is that in order Chair?

Chair: Given the conditions, the Chair feels that the delegates can really do something with a bit of break. Therefore, this motion is now passed. Delegates, you may rise and start dancing while the music plays.

(Playlist:
Heal The World [Tribute to MJ]
Black Or White [Tribute To MJ])

{Alright, I will continue this on another day, there are more things to add on, and I'm getting a lil' lazy :D}

- and I just realized something. This post is entitled ASEAN Summit, but there are only like 2 ASEAN countries in this whole thing! HAHA.

ASEAN SUMMIT - PART 2

2009-06-15T11:24:00.000-07:00

Notice: This is only for entertainment purposes only. No politics intended. Seriously.

Chair: Ying Shiang
USA: Myitzu
Singapore: Jolly
Cambodia: Myra
India: Razmiah
China: Sujah
North Korea: Jenna
French Republic: Denning

Chair: The chair would like to welcome all member nations. First off will be the roll call attendance. Countries may reply 'Present' or 'Present and Voting.' One thing to take note, however, if a country states 'Present and Voting' the country is not allowed to abstain from voting when passing of the resolution. United States of America?

USA: Present and voting, of course.

Chair: Republic of Singapore?

Singapore: Present.

Chair: Kingdom of Cambodia?

Cambodia: Present (silently)

Chair: Thank you Cambodia. Republic of India?

India: Present and woting.

Chair: People's Republic of China?

PRC: Present.

Chair: Democratic People's Republic of Korea?

DPRK: Present, thanks to the great Kim Jong Il, and voting? yes.

Chair: French Republic?

France: Oui? Present. Merci.

Chair: Seeing that all members are present, this council is now in session. Are there any motions from the floor?

USA: Motion for discussing on the issues of mugging. 2 minutes per speaker for 8 minutes.

Chair: Are there any seconds?

(A few countries raise their placards)

Chair: Any objection? (Yes, our dear friend DPRK)

Chair: Seeing an overwhelming majority for the motion, this motion is now passed. USA, would you like to start first?

USA: Thank you, chair. First off, this delegate of USA would like to question all the delegates present here, why their economies are not doing as well as USA's. Is it a question on education? This delegate of USA certainly believes so. Education is the foundation of a nation. Hence, if mugging were to be in place, where is creativity? That is why, countries which require students to mug, are not doing as well as USA. USA has a very flexible education system, and thus encouraging creativity, hence boosting the economy. Thus, this delegate of USA would like to emphasize that mugging is of no importance at all.

(Apparently, USA is not making sense here?)

Chair: Thank you USA. Are there any speakers who wish to be added onto the secondary speakers' list?

(A few countries raise their placards)

Chair: Yes, French Republic?

France: Thank you chair. Firstly, thiz delegate of French republic would like to remind all delegatez that he haz to go for a Levi'z photo-shoot zoon, hence, time iz prezzing, therefore, it wud be great if all the delegatez keep to the point. Thiz french delegate would like to point out that discussing for mugging iz pointlezz. Instead, countriez should follow French Republic'z examplez of focusing on fashion and arts. France strongly believez that development of artz is more important than mugging. Merci.

Chair: Thank you France. India?

India: This delegate of India also agrees with the delegate of France. India strongly believes that development of khollywood and bollywood is more important that discussing the issues of mugging. India has sooo many computer talents all escaping to that big counntryy called the U ASS A. So, vat to do? India, depends on its TWee talents. Even if India forces its students mug, they will still go to that countrryy where hot blondes live. They say 'Blondes rule.' So no point. India focuses on its media.

Chair: Thank you India. Now, DPRK?

DPRK: This delegate of DPRK totally disagrees with all the delegates who have just spoken. Firstly, USA - your economy is doing so badly right now. Why are you talking about your economy being the strongest? Nothing can beat North Korea and its great leader Kim Jong Il (Jenna makes a saluting action) Second, France - you mentioned about development of arts. North Korea would like to point out that if your country were to be attacked, who would defend? Your artiztz? (Jenna makes a mocking laugh) I do not think so. Having nuclear arms is the best way, that is why North Korea is trying to have nuclear arms however the U ASS A is in its way, and once again, after Kim Jong Il, North Korea will do anything for the nuclear arms. India, same point as mentioned earlier. Fight for your individual nuclear arms rights. Break free from U ASS A. Thank you. Once again, the great Kim Jong Il.

(V sleepy, and have to rush for gpp. So I will continue this on another day.)

ASEAN SUMMIT - PART 1

2009-06-05T06:29:00.000-07:00

Even if the ASEAN Summit didn't get to teach me any super solid lessons, it motivated me to study harder and read more on the regional affairs, as well as not to go to a summit unprepared and research-less. Seriously, I felt really intimidated by all the other intelligent deligates from super smart schools. To mention a few, those from India, Dunman High, as well as VJ. I totally sucked at these current affairs kind of things. Yeah, and those in my council are really cool - like the Laos guy from HCI, the French guy from Dunman, as well as the Russian guy from some elite Indian school. They were awesome, leading the discussions and all. Yeah, especially the Russian guy, he spoke like a REAL delegate. Anyway, look out for my next post.

Shocked!

2009-06-01T01:01:00.000-07:00

Well, I just recently had a craze about Adam Lambert, immediately after the American Idol Season 8. What a life right, following Idol, when the Season's over, winner's announced. Kris Allen. Right.

Well, you will probably be outdated if you are a JC student in Singapore. Trying to rush for deadlines, suffering in the deep abyss of Project Work, coping with sports trainings, at the same time trying to have a social life. And how exactly do Singapore students have social lives - talking and gossiping during lectueres. Weekend - Project Work meetings, Sports meet-ups, Concert rehearsals and all that shit. We have no life in other words.

Then the June holidays? (For AJC students, particularly Science Stream)

First week: Leadership camps/Trainings/Other outside activities - ASEAN Summit
Second week: A week full of lectures
Third week: Catch up with friends from other schools, as well as do a bit of homework
Fourth week: Prepare for school, do last minute work

Great. I was gonna blog about something totally different, but ended up ranting about Singapore school system.

Getting back to my point, yes I was reading about Adam Lambert and why he didn't win yesterday, and one of the thing writers said was because America spoke. The article said making Adam Lambert the American Idol, would be equal to making Marilyn Manson Miss America. That comparison is unfair btw, Adam is just gay. So what.

Yes, anyway, that led me to read about Marilyn Manson, I didn't know about him. He's totally queer. Then I watched one video where he was interviewed, called the Bowling For Columbine. And he was questioned as the general public belived that his music, the violent nature of it promoted violence.

I had no idea what Columbine was back when I was watching the video. But the ending intrigued me. At the end of the video, the interviewer asked Marilyn Manson what he would have said to those who did it.

And Marilyn Manson said : 'I wouldn't have said a single word. I would have listened and that's what no one else did.'

I sorta agree with this guy, though his sanity is in question. Manson is a total queer person. Just type his name in Google, and there are pics of him and stories on him. Read by yourself.

After watching the video, I made an expansive research on the Columbine, which was actually a shortened form for Columbine High School Massacre. And it totally shocked me.

The killers looked totally very innocent and 'normal' for lack of a better word. They were just average American kids, who partied, had friends, and had part-time jobs. The kids were perceived as normal, but they sorta 'outcast'-ed themselves from the society. It was said that they were bullied, but after more investiagtions, they did not shoot their peers, because they were bullied, or to take or revenge on anything at all.

They shot their peers because, their suicidal plans on bombing the Columbine High School failed. They planned on bombing the cafeteria, then shooting whoever ran out of the school. But their plan of course failed, that's why they took their guns, and committed the massacre. How scary!

After investigations, Harris, one of the two murders, was concluded as a psycopath. He hated the world. His opening to his journal entry read as 'I hate this fucking world.'

One of his journal entry read:

'You know what I hate? Star Wars fans: get a friggin life, you boring geeks. You know what I hate? People who mispronounce words, like 'acrost,' and 'pacific' for 'specific,' and 'expresso' instead of 'espresso.' You know what I hate? People who drive slow in the fast lane, God these people do not know how to drive. You know what I hate? The WB network!!!! Oh Jesus, Mary Mother of God Almighty, I hate that channel with all my heart and soul.'

The other guy Klebold was a depressed soul.

While Harris drew swastikas in his journal, Klebold drew hearts.

What a stark contrast.

Then on April 20 1999, which happened to be Hitler's birthday, they committed the Columbine High School Massacre, killing 12 students, one teacher and themselves, while injuring many others.

It rendered me speechless.

What is seriously going on in our world! MAD WORLD, seriously.

Just Google Columbine High School Massacre and you will get loads of stories on it.

What really shocked me was that these two guys, they were normal, coming from normal families. The guy, Harris was a smart guy, either As or Bs. But I don't understand why they committed such an atrocity, a mass murder? What led them to hate this world? I know the world is not a very pleasant place, after 16 years of experience, but is it that unpleasant such that you would want to kill others as well as yourselves? I don't get it.

I feel sorry for those that they killed, as well as the murderers themselves.

R.I.P

And the saddest thing about these kind of cases is that, you never really know WHY they did this, because the people in question are dead and gone. So how is it a possibility that we could deter such cases from happening again?

This world is crazy.

Random Quote.

2009-05-29T07:13:00.000-07:00

This one was v. v. long ago. I can't remember when. Probably during break before Monday Econs lesson.

Myitzu: (Browsing through Careers Book) Razzy, I think I should become a news presenter.
Razzy: No, you can't. You're too UGLY.
Myra: No, it's not that. Half way through the news, she'll be like 'How now brown cow!' then plus, when reading terrorist news, she'll end up laughing.

Thanks Myra. Thanks.

For Sujah

2009-05-29T07:05:00.000-07:00

For Sujah:

I Forgot

‘I forgot to bring!’
That’s the answer you always gave
Whenever the teacher asked for your tutorial paper.
Then you gave a ‘sorry’ smile,
Believing it will bring you miles.

Now, you’re old.
Your years have taught you
That it’s best to lie,
In this crooked and twisted world.
When your boss says ‘Where?’
You can’t say you ‘forgot.’
I feel sorry for you.

You shouldn’t have started this habit of lying.
You never should have.

In fact,
You did not forget to bring your tutorial paper.
You never had one.
You never did one.

Random quotes:

Myra: You're trying to be chim, but it's kinda not working. :D

Ade: Is this supposed to be an autobiography?

Thanks ade. Thanks.

Sujah: You wrote Myrna's poem so nice like she'll earn alot of money. Then mine? This.

Hehe. hello, myrna's like the b'day girl. MUST be nice to her. okay?

Quotes of the Days Past

2009-05-29T06:16:00.000-07:00

Sports Carnival:

Myitzu (to Sujah): So wait, is it she-gay or he-gay?
Jenna: Or how about Chingay?

27. May. 2009 (During Econs tutorial):

Myitzu: You descendants all come from India. (trying to prove that Razmiah's connected to India in some way)
Myra: Erm. Descendants?
Razmiah: Okay, my ascendants, if there's such a word, may all come from India, but..
Myra: Ancestors!

29. May. 2009 (During Bio lecture):

Mr Ong: Mynah, please pay attention. You laugh laugh laugh.
{5 minutes later} -
Myra: zzzz

29. May. 2009 (PE lesson):

Myitzu: I'm taking survey. Am I pretty, honestly?
Shalu: Yes.
Myitzu: Myra, am i pretty?
Myra: Yeah, quite.

YAY. MYITZU WINS.

29. May. 2009 (@ Redhill MRT station before Imagine Singapore session):

Myitzu: Do I look pretty enough?
Weiting: Yes. You always look pretty.
Myitzu: Serious?
Weiting: Yes. I only say that to a few people.

YES! MYITZU FTW. YAY!

MYITZU's CONTENT :)

Yawn.

2009-04-22T11:50:00.000-07:00

Here I am, blogging, when I'm supposed to be doing research for my GP essay. It's 250am now. Right, it's time for me to sleep. I've school in like 5 hours time. Why am I blogging? Why oh why? Nah, brain's not functioning properly. Writing all the random stuff that comes into my head.

Whatever.

Oh guess what! Razmiah finally bought a folder to chuck her stuff in. Congratulations Razy. Finally.

Now, I feel safe when I lend you my notes.

Great, two hours ago, I told myself that I was gonna finish the Sequence tutorial by tonight/tomorning, whatever. And after 2 hours of staring blankly at all the questions, I'm blogging.

God, I'm suffering from incoherence of speech.

Things that I'm saying have no link. Totally. Right, an indication for me to sleep.

No, I've to do my GP. Nah, forget it. I'll hand in 2 essays next week. Sounds fake Myitzu. Don't post all your never-gonna-keep promises on this precious blog!

Sigh.

AJ hockey girls beat PJ yesterday. 2-0. Congrats, girls! I'm especially proud of Cass, Aijia, Joanne, Gin, Yvonne, and of course Shalu. :) Keep up the good job lovelies.

Friday's against VJ. I've no comments on that.

Shoot, that was totally random.

Oh yeah, I took out my Green Day's American Idiot album out of dust and grime. And their songs and voices are still fab. I miss Green Day.

Guess what! Green Day's new album 21st Century Breakdown's coming out on May 15. YES!! I can't wait.

To some people: You may call Green Day as eye-liner wearing Gothic freaks who sing songs composed of lyrics which don't make sense, *#$% you all. Cos still I LOVE them.

Whatever.

I owe Michelle 2 emails. Shoot. Tomorrow, then.

Sigh, Procrastination Queen.

Thanks

2009-04-20T06:40:00.000-07:00

Hello darlings who have been reading my blog.

Thanks a lot for your constructive feedback on the puny-ness of the fontsize. That's why, I have changed the skin. Thanks a lot for your little complaints. :)

Love ya'all.

Background Info

2009-04-20T05:47:00.000-07:00

Oh yes, I should post a little information about the previous essay. It was an essay written last year for my English class. After slaving myself to write as many essays as possible, I've managed to get an A2 in the Os for English. Congratulations to myself.

Right, that's not the point. That story just now was an essay for my beloved English teacher, Mrs Raj. I owe her loads for making me who I am. Anyway, that essay was not one of the best pieces. It was graded 15 upon 30. My highest ever was 18. Yet, as I was browsing through all my old essays, The Promise was the first piece that caught my eye.

Since my life will no longer be haunted by O Levels, I've broken some of the Golden O Levels rules. I have used words like 'babe' and 'so'. And the word, "collied" mentioned in the essay would have probably aroused your curiosity.

The word "collied", it's not found in a dictionary. It's a word used in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. It simply means "dark, blackened". OMG. Blogging about Lit things, makes me miss Lit more than ever. LIT, I MISS YOU!!

Oh yeah, and the Gerry's song in the last part is a song called "I'm Already There" by Lonestar. Westlife has also covered the song. But both versions are fab nonetheless.

Yeah, that's all for today folks. I'm gonna "study". :]

P.S I love you..

The Promise

2009-04-20T05:16:00.000-07:00

The postman dutifully handed a letter to me. It was unusual, I thought. Every week, there would always be about five or six letters addressed to me. Yet, there was only one on that day. Once I got hold of the letter, I hurriedly tore it open, expecting it to be from Gerry. I smelled the letter affectionately, taking in every iota of Gerry's scent. With the hope of hearing good news from Vietnam, I carefully unfolded the letter. It read,

"My dearest Holly,

Everything's fine here. We'll soon be sent back home. I can't wait to see you, my darling. When night comes, look up at the stars and think of my promise to you. No matter where I am, my soul will always be with you, love.

Love always,
Gerry"

Feeling relieved to hear that Gerry was still alive, I concluded that it was safe to reread the letter again. However, much to my surprise, I noticed an untidy scrawl at the bottom of Gerry's letter. It said,

"Mrs. Crawford, Corporal Gerad Crawford was killed in a fierce battle with the enemy yesterday, 13 July 1970. He died in the honor of serving our country." It was signed by Lieutenant Butler.

I had read in books the expression "My world came crashing down." However, I could not fathom the expression's meaning until that day. My world literally came crashing down on that gloomy afternoon in July. Gerry was the reason that I was living for. He was the sole reason I lived each day as I waited anxiously for his letters. However, he was gone. His body would soon be cremated and all his ashes would be scattered. Nothing would be left of him, except my memories of him and photographs. Photographs depicting his smiles, but not the agony he had to go through in the war.

The promise. Gerry had promised me that he would definitely be coming back, just to touch me, embrace me, and carry me again. As he was about to board the plane that would send him to his doom, I asked him what would happen if he could not keep his promise.

Gently caressing my hair, he stared intently at me with those piercing blue eyes of his. Even though Gerry was emotionally awkward, a forlorn expression was plastered on his face. His eyes were watery while his eyebrows were knitted in a frown. He then whispered, "Let's rephrase my promise again, okay? I promise you that I'll always be there next to you no matter where I am. Even if I did not make it, you must still continue to live, for I will always be there next to you. I love you, babe." Then, he affectionately kissed my forehead and next my protruding tummy. Without waiting for a reply, he swiftly left.

I did not know back then that it would be the last I would see of him. I wished I had known it. Had I known that, I would have spontaneously replied to his "I love you." Had I known that he would have gone so fast, I would never have been so overwhelmed with fears of his death, but cherished every single moment with him. Had I known that his life was to be as brief as the lightning in a collied night, I would have treasured him more. Regret swallowed me mercilessly. Yet, as Gerry had always reprimanded me, "It does not do to dwell in the past and its regrets, and forget to live." I had to live on. I had to, because of Gerry's promise.

I did not know how long I had been in a reverie of my memories of Gerry. By the time I was brought to the reality by a sudden kick in my womb, it was way past twilight. The sky was of an ebony black hue, with shiny stars glimmering randomly. Gerry had stated in his letter that I had to think of his promise when I looked at the stars.

A warm flush of ecstasy engulfed me as I stared at the stars and recollected the promise that he had made. He had kept his promise after all. A part of him still lived in me, both in my heart and my growing womb. He had not yet left me. As if in agreement, I felt a little foot kick my lower abdomen.

Gerry had not left me. Just like the lines of his favorite song, which said "I'm already there. Take a look around. I'm the whisper in the wind. I'm the sunshine in your hair. I'm the moonlight shining down," he would always be there for me. He was stored deep within the recesses of my soul. I would think of him, so that he could live forever in my memories. Gerry had kept his promise.

A Walk To Remember

2009-04-19T05:44:00.000-07:00

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.
Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish.
It does not take offense and is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth.
It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

Quoted from A Walk To Remember (This quote is a modified version of a quote from The Bible, Corinthians, Chapter 13, Verse 4-7)

Inspiration

2009-04-17T10:22:00.000-07:00

Here are the inspirational, some not so inspirational, some are just plain crappy quotes.

Pictures..

2009-04-17T10:20:00.001-07:00

These are some of the random pictures which I've recently downloaded into my itouch. If any of you guys want them, tell me. :)

On Love

2009-04-17T10:04:00.000-07:00

I've been wanting to blog about the topic of love. But forget it, let the pictures do the talking.

And here's a very lovely poem from Harold and Kumar Movie 2.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Clay-Model-Making Competition

2009-04-17T08:25:00.000-07:00

Great. This is gonna be total crap. Well, I participated in a Clay-Model-Making Competition, or rather as Myra corrected it "Plasticine-Model-Making Competition" on Monday. Did you guys know about it? Of course not, 'cause it was organized by me.

Right, after destroying the super beautiful cell model from the cell model making competition, all that was left was a behemoth clump of yellow plasticine. And me, being thrifty, and all that, wanted to keep it for the sake of using it in the future. So, I kept it in my mother's new kipling bag (which I brought to school) with no cover whatsoever surrounding the chunk of that plasticine in the morning.

That's not the end of story yet.

So the day went on happily. We went to the Parliament as part of LJ and wow, it so did not motivate me to study harder. I was hoping to see Eunice Olsen, but nope, didn't get to see her in the end. Olsen's pretty, you know why, 'cause she's from my school - St. Marg's. :P

Right, after the Parliament session, Razy, Sujah and I hung around the Central Point. And then Razy and I went emo-ing at the Singapore riverside. Yeah, and I took out the stuff in the bag to arrange things, being a neat person and all that.

And good lord, my mother's bag was stained with the YELLOW color from the plasticine. CRAP!

So, we thought of disposing it.

But not just like that of course, and that's how the "Plasticine-Model-Making Competition" came about.

Event: Plasticine Model Making Competition
Date: 13.Apr.2009
Venue: By the mesmerising Singapore riverside

And here's the great moment.

The participating entries:

This is known as 'The Poo' created by Myitzu. Artistic, isn't it?

This is called the 'Arrow Pointing at the Spider' made by our very own talent Razmiah.

This is called 'Cheese' made by artistically inclined Myitzu. :)

This is called 'A Stone'. Creative, huh?

Well, here are all the entries all together:

The winner of course should have been Razmiah. But Myitzu, on that day, being a judge herself, was biased and crowned herself winner. But unofficially, Razmiah obviously was the winner.

That was the covering of the competition. And of course after the competition, we threw the chunk of platicine and I went home to wash the bag. (The stain didn't go off btw). And slept straight away after that.

Sweet 21/09 :)

2009-04-15T06:32:00.000-07:00

Oh my first post, and I just felt very much compelled to write about somewhat "sweet" classmates of mine from 21/09. Alright, I'm just gonna quote them in general, in no order whatsoever.

Introducing the Qt(pi)s of Black Jack 09. [I don't know how to type in the Math Pi sign]...

{Applause pls}

Myra: Oh my word, epic fail lah you.

Razmiah: Perkka seh. (Did I spell the undefined word right?)

Denning: (Someone compliments him, like he's smart that kind of thing) Thanks, thanks, I know.

Jenna: Erm, Mr Ong, can I ask you a question? (She's super duper good at bio)

Ying Shiang: Do you think I'm cute?

Gang Hao (Version 1): Tell me which bone you want me to break?

Gang Hao (Version 2): {Depending on who's in school} Life is so meaningless/ Life is so colorful.

Adeline: Ying Shiang, you should just shut up!

Jolly: POCKY!

Puay Weng: ...

Chuyun: Join the Ah-Lians Club!

Divya: You know, actually...

Manisha: Myitzu, my skin color's become so dark/ Myitzu, I don't wanna do this and that..
{Crap, that's Manisha, a total whiner. She loves to complain a lot to the always-understanding and caring Myitzu}

Hin Fong: Jolly,.. (Incessant chatter with Jolly)

Shu En: (Silence is golden for him, but he does have some valid points at times)

Bruce: You know I'm cool (I highly doubt that!)

Hema: Hello! We're from the cool club and you're from the nerds club!

Myrna: (When someone acts vain, I wonder who that someone is!) Ah herm, I'm going to eat. Don't make me vomit can or not?

Huisi: You're 21/09's resident bimbo {Cough, I wonder who she's referring to}

Sujah: I swear, I'm gonna.. (do something, and ends up not doing it)

Shalu: Hey, Myrna, Myrna (Somehow, Myrna's her life-saver sort of)

And of course, I'm not mentioned here. As all of you know, I'm absolutely flawless. I'm sure all my 20 darlings from 21 know how nice I am. :)

Great, I'm supposed to be brushing up on my PI. Why am I wasting time with this?!