yesterday, for probably the first time, i knew true rage.

rage as in the type of anger that is unstoppable. when all you want to do is bash that person up and stomp on his guts and bury a dagger deep into his solar plexus, twist it in deep and slow and bury it to its hilt. inflict numerous bruises and hurt him til he vomits blood. the kind of rage that feels So Damn Good when you see the person who tormented you suffering.

i felt it. to the replacement history teacher.

that lousy bastard tried to rule me. tried to rule us. and i dont do well with being ruled. maybe you wont understand unless you were there. but i was there. i saw it with my own eyes. he didnt allow us to talk. or move around. [[even though we werent even making too much noise.]] he didnt even allow us to turn around our chairs and discuss history. all he wanted was for us to sit down, shaddup and do work that was due next tuesday. next tuesday. i kid you not. NEXT tuesday, and we do it on wednesday. are you insane???

we wanted to discuss history drama. fine we cant do anything else. lets do sth related to history. after all it IS the history period. the bastard refused. he insisted we do our essay. i read the notes, sucker. i know. i just want to do it at home. is that a problem?

rage swelled up in me. i stared at him. i felt it filling every nuance of my being and i wanted no more than to kick his Sad Sorry Ass. VERY VERY HARD.

i knew i needed it. but i had not brought my best friend. daaaamn. des wouldnt lend me hers, adie wldnt too. in desperation, i saw a nice piece of paper and i tried that. and it worked. kind of. then i followed it up wth my keys. happy day. i felt the pain saw the blood. and for a while, everything was okay.... i knew i was alive. even though i had felt numb bofore. numb to everything but my rage and pain.

fucking bastard. if you ever step into the class of 2k ever again, or into any class of mine for that matter, i will RUN OUT and go to the toilet and i will not come back as long as you are there. this i swear. i wont come near you within a ten metre radius. this is for your safety. bcuz if i see you, i will personally use my best friend to chop off a very important part of your anatomy. just seeing your face makes me want to die already.

come near me. and you will know my rage.

you fucking bastard. piece of shit. obnoxious asshole.

no mood for quote of the day. i apologise.

do you ever just get that feeling where you dont wanna talk to anybody? you dont wanna smile, and you dont wanna be happy, but at the same time, you dont know exactly whats wrong either. there isnt a way to explain it to someone who doesnt already understand. if you would want anything in the world, it would be to be alone. people have stopped being comforting, and being alone never was. at least when you are alone, no one is constantly asking you whats wrong, when you dont even bloody know the answer. you feel the way you do just because. you hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again...but until then, all you can do is wait.

ya know. ive felt that way. and it bloody annoys the crap outta me at times. i used to have this self-confidence that no one could break...i used to think everything would work out for the best, but now, so much has changed and my life is just a blur. i dont care about the things i used to love or the things i used to hate. has that ever happened to you....?

hell. now im pretty much nothing.

theres this sweet yet rather cheesy line that goes "i am nobody. nobody is perfect. i am perfect." thus, to avoid this cheesy line, i am Nothing. not nobody. so screw off.

ya know. i feel sad...sad cuz the realization hit me that once people are broken in certain ways, they cant really ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells anybody when theyre young and it never fails to surprise em as they grow older and as they see the pple in their life break one by one. they wonder when their turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.

huh. the world is screwed. and pple ask me why i do what i do.

always trying to get equilibrium from two extremes...either i was so upset that I had to, to relieve it. or i was so numb that i had to, to get back to being there. dont think anybody understands...? ah fcuk. dont bother me. im feeling sad. whatever.

once i swore i would die for you. but i never meant like this.

see you. i hope.

i have discovered my aptitude for writing sad depressing angsty poems about suicide/cutting/broken hearts/stuff like that. i have also discovered my aptitude for writing lousy love poems. its like i can come up with a relatively good sad poem in 15 minutes, but i get more than an hour to do a nicee love poem and its still not all that good. [[slaps forehead]]

damn. i really cant do love poems.

see, i was trying to do one for a friend. yeahh. name shall not be revealed xD and its a bit weird. said friend said it was scary as it was so fluffy and so me. well what can i say, i wrote it, obviously its so me. but said friend doesnt think it totally sucks or anything. fine, ill stick it here. but i will improve on it, i swear.

Lines are straight and circles are round
You are my love that I finally found
When you look at me you make me smile
Even if its just for a little while
When I hurt you are always there
Lending a helping hand, always ready to care.
I can’t really explain
How I feel about you
You mean the world to me
This I know is true

But as I'm here with you, and you're here with me
I'll tell you right now, I'll love you through eternity.

yesh. innit fluffy? hahas. whatever. I HAVE WRITTEN BETTER POEMS REALLY. now i shall stick a nicer poem here.

Why do you do it, people ask
Why do you hide behind the mask
Why do I ruin my whole life, me
To run away from reality
I won’t ever stop, I don’t even care
As I go deeper into Satan’s lair
I wield my blade like a brush
Drawing lush
crimson lines
Such are the ties that bind
Purge the anger through the pain
Watch the liquid as it stains
Into the pillow my blood slowly seeps
Perhaps, one day, I’ll cut too deep.

i think this one is a better poem. of course, given time i can do a even better one. cuz this is a 15min poem. ^^ the best ones are in my CAP file. the ones there arent that freakkayye cuz i dont want to be sent to the school GEP counsellor [[who happens to be miss sue tan, btw]].

ah whatever.

im psychotic. xD

let me go kill myself.

byee.

p.s.ele hurry up with vinny. pple are getting freaked by this layout.

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greetings all ye sad sods who are reading this. HAHAHAAAA.

sorry. feeling psychotic. as i always do. either in a bad or good way. this time its in a good way. so relax. ^^

going out for a movie with ween darling and cutee kor tomorrow. feeling happy cuz of that. i do get happy for the weirdest and simplest reasons now, dont i...?

its definitely a good break for me...been so stressed lately. broke down on the baller gals this tuesdae...dont know why also...bball, sk00l and overall home life is getting to me. maybe i should join the army. get away from all this. bro thinks that mugging is better than marching. i beg to differ. i dunno. maybe cuz i dont know the army kinda life thats why im saying that. but studying sucks. >.< the other side of the grass is always greener, innit?

well the baller girls were a bit freaked when i broke down on em. but they still were total sweeties about it and comforted me. thankews going out to ice, jiahui, dinah and shujun. huggies to y'all. kor and chia also helped me via smses....thankews going outta you two too~

my tagboard ish flooded. im popular! yeahh right. tell y'all something. i consider myself in need of a highly professional shrink. there are things that i have once thought and did that i look back now and think "oh my god i cant believe i actually had the balls to do something like that" but ah well. shit happens.

i think ive really grown over the last two years since i left RGPS. im not so naive anymore...or call it innocent. the me that thought that things would eventually turn out for the best is no more...i guess im a bit of a pessimist now? lols.

life rocks currently. its the small things in life that make it worth living. movies? friends? love? watching chia honey, ophilia, amelia and debbie SMASH the "C" girls 4 X 400 relay race record? bloody hell. i screamed my ass off when they did. ^^

its funny how the smallest things can make my day. say ive been having the lousiest day ever and someone comes up and gives me a lollipop. that would make my day. you know, suat yee said yesterday that its weird how the pple from lousy families turn out really cheerful despite their background and the pple from normal families come out well, normal. i told her that maybe its cuz the pple from terrible families have seen the worst and thus they tend to be happy for the smallest things. cuz they have seen the worst already. yepps. sometimes, suat yee talks a lot of sense. really. my new hobby [[from niao-ing des]] is now screaming random statements into suat yee's ear and thwacking her. like "BWAHAHAAA SUAT YEE YOU SUCK" and thwacking her one on the back. but she knows i dont mean it. ritee? of course i dont. sy rocks okayyyy. =P

okay. i better stop talking shite. cuz this blog is not for that. right.

byee. fun, laughter, peace and joy to ya, random reader. and love too.

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yay. im psychotic~ yay. im cloud! [[cuz of the sword.]] hahas.

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yay. im gonna kill everybody. go me!



im too seh for words. yeah right.

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ooh. so after i destroy the world and everybody in it i become a guardian angel? now whose left for me to guard anyway. i killed em all! xD

whee. quizzes rock. and im writing in bold so that pple can actually discern my writing from the quizzes.

You cut to forget something/someone. Someone else
would eat a whole lot of chocolate when they
don't feel so happy, you lock yourself up and
try to cut your memories away. You look like a
normal person, 'till someone brings up things
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huishi, honey. this one's for you...

GREEN

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i am who i am...but im not who i used to be...
no...?

first impression of this layout, many of my friends go "eww...sick....change it la." perhaps they are freaked by it. but you know something? one, if you are reading this, you're probably one of those people who doesnt mind blood. cuz most pple would close this down hahaaa. the reason why i put this as my layout is because i acknowledge this as a part of life and understand that it is reality. people do this. in singapore or anywhere else. you definitely know someone who cuts. whether you know it or not. for example...never mind. i dont want to say. but my good friends know. the reason why im not saying is cuz i have a couple of friends who a)might tell mom b)might go running to a shrink or c)avoid me forever. but all i can say is that you do know someone who cuts. really.
face the truth. cutters are everywhere. its only if you choose to acknowledge that they are there or not. im not freaked by this layout. perhaps its cuz ive seen blood before. and im fine with it.

to all cutters. stay true to yourself and what you believe in. just dont cut too deep kaes?

quote of the day:-
"nine. and i wont ever stop. bcuz im sick and tired of this shit of a life"
-someone very wise, on her msn nick.

today is tiffany's self proclaimed "thank you" day.

thanks to...
[liying] for the flower thing. the angel mortal thingy la.
[ween] for being there and helping me with my game
[ylynn] for being there
[des] for being you.
[chia] for being there all the time.
[ele] ditto above.
[fik] for being my favouritest junior.
[mr teo] for being the bastard that he is. =)
[ms lai] for niaoing me a lot and making me do that nice fairytale essay just cuz i was late for class.
[teachers] for letting my brain do work by thinking of ways to kill them.
[suat yee] for just being herself
[my classmates] for generally being the perverted annoying yet lovable bunch that they are.
[the baller girls] for well. being my teammates.
[the baller seniors] for...ARGH I HAVE NOTHING TO THANK THEM FOR no la. for being seniors can already. after all, without seniors, there would be no one to tell me whats wrong with my bballing right?
[the baller juniors] for...i dunno.
[the rgpsers of old] for forming memories that i wont ever forget

i give up. im not good at thanking people. but, thanks to everyone i know for being there. really.

i wonder why im being so soppy. i think its cuz...never mind. ill be back to my own happy philosophical self again. yes fik. i saw the msgs on my floobley. thank you. ^^

is it possible to mistake love for hate, and hate for love?

think about it. hate and love are such strong emotions that its easy to mistake one for the other. <--[[cliche line. i dont care.]] have you loved someone so much that you actually hated them? sounds ridiculous, but i have. i once...loved. yet when he did something the love immediately turned to hate. i realized that hate was just burning me up, even though i loved him as fiercely as i had ever done before. that was a really trying time for me, as i was just in a daze. thinking whether i loved him or not, when in reality i both hated and loved him. its weird that older folks think that teens like us shouldnt have relationships. in my opinion, once you are mature enough its okay with me. once you've tasted love and hate, these two emotions, you get so addicted to them that its difficult to ever forget what they felt like, and you hunger for more. ive loved him for over a year. am i stupid or what. ive given up a long time ago, but the feel just lingers on. i know it inside my heart, and it itches at the corner of my mind like little bugs annoying the shit out of you. ah forget it. im being a teenager, arent i...stupid idealistic fantasies.

i dont know how to put this. im just going to jump right into it, okay? so dont blame me or anything if it comes out a bit jumbled cuz im just rushing to get this down before i forget it...

ask yourself this question. what is most important to you? dont like say, my dad or mom, cuz theyre not "what", theyre "who". if you say results, youre probably a normal singaporean kid. now, why r results most important? for the degree. why the degree? for a good job. why the job? for the money.

it all comes down to the money. look, we as singaporeans need money. we have no natural resources, our only resources are our people. singapore society is such a materialistic one that people just care about money. your parents do, im sure. really.

its that way all over the world. most people care about money most, especially asians. why is it that way?

because we made it so.

we are a society. society has its own ideals and ideas on how people should behave and be. think about to kill a mockingbird, the book that us dunmanians are doing for lit. in it, harper lee talks about society and how society's pressure has everyone prejudiced against the blacks. the only people who actually care are atticus, scout, jem and dolphus raymond. they who dare to go against society...and that means a lot to me.

we as gepers too have our own expectations, from ourselves as well as our relatives. if we do not mange to fufill them, we ourselves are hurt. why? society expects us to be smarter, to be better than the mainstreamers. which is weird. i know mainers who can kick my ass. i just...feel better in gep curriculum.

[[break]]

sorry. my aunt n uncle are over and we had to go pray for...stuff. and i just realized that my bro is like me... when it was prayer time, i played the usual singapore kid dumb thing [[since parents were there]] and i asked for...results. >.<

me: results LORH. <---acting singaporean.
bro: dont pray for results la...so materialistic.
me: eh, but society demands i get results for me to survive.
bro: no it doesnt. results should be the least of your worries. you should be bothered mostly with bonding with the people around you. i dont care about results.
me: but you get good results anyway.
bro: dont care about results. what matters is that you do your best. if you dont care about results, they will come to you naturally. just do your best.
me: ....okayy....

so yah. he generally has the same thinking that i have. so yah. wake up call for me...

to chia: i'm always here. really. xD luff ya.

quote of the day:-
this is a poem that i wrote on the spot. its really short and not that good, but i really felt every single word that im typing now.

you are waiting
so am i
we're both waiting
for our time to fly
-me

okay its cheesy but i really felt it. thats the quote of the day. its dedicated to chia, and all you people who are reading this now. [[ween, des, ylynn, henny, ele, whatever la]]

You belong in Dream's realm: You are a dreamer, you are guided more by ideals than practical considerations. You find solace in fantasy.

for those who know me well, i pretty much fit this description, yeah...

its true. sometimes reality IS admittedly too much to stomach and you just wanna run away...but you cant escape. not til you've learnt to face your demons...

sigh.

ive had enough...

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i am currently addicted to this series [along with suat yee, ween and ylynn] and will not blog for a while simply cuz i have no time to breathe, let alone think. au revoir...for a while.

there shall be two quote of the days today. to compensate for me not blogging for a long while

quote of the day:-

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.
-Dream, the sandman

Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes.
-Delirium, the sandman

for morons, the pecking order is destiny, death, dream, destruction, despair and desire [twins] and delirium.

i love sandman, dammit.

sigh. was going to blog yesterday. but came back late from orchard road. hahas. yesh i was at orchard road. just for fun.

anyways. you know the side entrance to taka at the side of ngee ann? the staircase? well, i was sitting on the red sitting place beside that staircase and...thinking. about stuff.

it was around nine at night. i was just sitting there, letting the wind blow and watching giggling couples walk past. look, i pride myself on being a realist, not an idealist, so i try not to think about stuff that can never be true. but yesterday night seemed rather magical for some sort of reason, and as i sat at the entrance of taka looking at all these couples and staring up at the night sky, i was wondering, "damn. will that ever happen to me?"

okay. close friends of mine may now start screaming.

i admit, that was a very idealistic thought. yet, i didn't really reach much into it until today. when i [under the orders of mr wilfred lee] had to "choose a familiar fairy tale and rewrite it, changing its narrative point of view to create new human interest." quote unquote. i chose cinderella, and after i rewrote the thing, i added some thoughts that i thought that fairytales were very idealistic and their only purpose was to mislead and disillusion the young.

tada. see the connection?

yet, its true. fairytales are the most idealistic things ever. they arent real. they cant happen. no matter how much you want them to. i used to be an idealist, thinking that everything would be alright, everything would work out for the best. soon, i learnt that was all bullshit. you want something, you bloody hell work your ass off for it. if not, too bad.

which is why i wondered why i was thinking weird fantastical fantasy thoughts yesterday. perhaps...

perhaps i desire to be fantasy. to live in a fantasy world, where everyone and everything is perfect. where everyone is happy. perhaps im really an idealist, but circumstances have changed me to become a realist.

i mourn today. not for someone who has died, but for myself. because technically, i died. me, the idealist. thats a part of me. and now its gone, forever. it saddens me, cuz i am forced to be someone, something i am not, simply to face the world everyday.

and i mourn.

im back. as usual.

me and mom had another fight. about my results. you know, often i wonder, no matter how much i squat in somewhere and mug my ass off, nothing goes in. i have no idea why. often i wonder, wonder if this happens to other kids. and i cannot fathom if they would have this problem or not, simply because no one ever appears to have it. i wonder if there are people like me out there.

we appear to be the minority now, dont we?

i sit there, with [[enter stupid subject]] book in my hand, staring at it, trying to fathom "what the hell is this shit?" and i just black out. staring at the book, wondering where the hell it came from, wondering what im doing. then i put it down, and run off somewhere and do something else. i dont want to return to that book. i would rather play and be happy on the comp or whatever.

only when my mom and i argued about my lousy 30/50 math mark and i reflected over my study method then i realized...

maybe i was built to reject the book.

let me tell you a story. there was this huge fish dumped into a tank with a couple of small minnows. happily it gobbled em up. then, a glass barrier was placed between the minnows and it. it tried to get at the minnows, failing every time. soon, it gave up, discouraged. when the glass was removed and the minnows swam freely among the huge fish, it still did not touch them. it knew that the fish were untouchable. over time, the huge fish would die.

maybe i was like the huge fish. as a kid, i got good results. over time, i got worse results. my parents would scold me. soon i began to hide results from them, not wanting to get through the scoldings. however they were inevitable, and i still got lousy results. lousier than my bro anyway. and my parents would often compare him to me. my mind seemed to have programmed itself, "dammit. no matter what i do, im still gonna get lower than my bro. what the heck, lets enjoy my childhood and screw those results." and that thinking kind of stuck in my head, i believe.

now. assuming my mom finds this. goddammit im as good as dead, actually. she's probably gonna go "this is a sickness" and "why do you think this way?" and im gonna get another lecture. again. and a lecture is exactly what im trying to avoid.

im not blaming my parents for my screwed life. im blaming myself. my laziness. i wonder why cant i just move my ass and do some shit? and you know what? i realize now, after spending the whole of tuition thinking [[and listening to the teacher go on about sex issues...whoohoo]] that its probably the way i think that is making me the way i am.

and guess what? im fighting it. perhaps one day, im gonna get higher marks then yuan wei or des.

now hey, if you're like me...

we could fight together.

now...how about it? =)

quote of the day:-

sometimes, we just think of the past, the present and the future. dont everybody? we think if we gonna survive secondary school jc, uni? how about our love lives? gonna get married, have a ton of kids?

maybe in 20 years time we're gonna get together, and point at faces and go,"haha sucker i have more hair then you." or "i knew you were gonna get married to him!" yepps. stuff like that.

now dont give me stuff like" i have more interest in the future than in the past cuz im gonna spend the rest of my life there" cuz thats just bullshit. would you give up all your memories? i bloody hell wouldnt. its good to reminisce sometimes.

well. i was just looking at my graduation photos when it hit me. bloody hell, i miss these people. i miss them so much it hurts. think about it, not many of us go back to rgps anymore nowadays. we just couldnt be bothered. after all, all of our teachers have pretty much moved out along with us. only mr teo is left, and who wants to see him anyway? [[hes GEP HOD. i am surprised. hahas. that was a nice job we did of wallpapering his table with pink post it notes anyways]]

but it sucks to go back, and have so little people. its like, what the hell??? wheres everybody? as i looked at the photos, i saw how happy we were, and how great things were. the pleasantries of primary school, and i wish i had treasured it more.

graduation. ah what a wonderful thing...it was pure partaying all night long. one thing i appreciate in the old gang of rgpsers '03 is our capacity to party. we were all up on that stage dancing our asses off. and stripping. well, not really, but yeah. old rgpsers, you know what i mean. ^^

i looked at the photos, all our faces. and i wished i was back there. wish i couldve done p6 all over again. wish i couldve savoured it. we've all changed, no matter what everyone says. everyone has changed in one way or another. its whether you choose to accept it or deny it. i know ive changed, in a subtle yet palpable way. i do things i usually wldnt have the balls to do. i abandon things that i once did. like scream over guys for one. for goodness sake, to all despos out there, please do not disillusion yourselves. the nice guys in this world are very few. most of the guys out there are better as frens and not as boyfriends. after all you have the rest of your life to search for a guy. relax and enjoy your teenhood. yepps.

now im here, pretty much a shell of who i used to be. im still hyper, still happy, but not as carefree and as naive and as oh-dont-worry-the-world-is-all-right-and-happy that i used to be. its like ive lost a part of me. and i wonder if i'll ever get it back.

you know, ive forgotten some stuff about rgps that my friends kind of remember, but ive forgotten. i still remember what life was like in rgps, but p4 now is just this hazy thing. i only remember bits and pieces. and then i panic and ask myself, "where did my childhood go?"

i pray to God today, please let me keep as many memories as i can. i dont wanna forget even a bit of rgps or chij. it would be like losing a bit of me. and i dont want to lose me.

God bless all of you, all of my friends before, after and present. please, dont forget me. selfish as it may seem, i want to be remembered...

memories are designed to fade, although it hurts when they do.

[[as this is the 2nd post of today. the quote of the day is below]]

was thinking about suicide today. not thinking about committing suicide, but just suicide as a general thing. i dont know why i was thinking about it. i just was, i guess.

the main question i was thinking was: is suicide a sin?

okay that probably sounds real stupid, but think about it. in spore, if you jump off a building, you get arrested if you dont succeed in killing yourself. i have no idea why. but, have the police and the government ever thought of something: what makes people commit suicide? could it be because you just cant take life anymore? in america, some joker commits suicide every 18 seconds or so. what drives people to die? to take their life before it barely started?

im young, i know. i got my whole life in front of me. however, people, mostly teens, are dying by their own hand. could it be bcuz they got bad results? boyfriend/girlfriend troubles? parent troubles? all of these problems are big. but are they worth killing yourself over?

whatever anybody says, a certificate is not everything. my parents say that too, but technically, if you just have a cert and no moral values that wouldnt get you anywhere now, would it? and money isnt everything. money may be something, but it isnt everything.

wow. just got a phone call. my bro got all "a's for his a levels. good for him.

which brings me back to the subject of suicide. some kids commit suicide due to their being underachievers compared to their high flying siblings. i know what its like. but, please, its not worth it.

dont ask me why im saying all this. i just am. i dont know why i was thinking about it, but...ah well. dont know.

after all, my bro once said, "suicide is for losers who cant face up to their problems." ive thought about it. so has he, i can see. and we're still here.

live your life the way you want it to. dont let anyone make you conform.

quote of the day:-

as y'all can see, this is my first post. i have switched from pitas to blogspot.

in a way, i suppose that this switch is significant as a lot of shite has been happening lately. ever since sec2 began, i have sensed that i have changed, in a rather palpable way. sec1 and sec2 are different. so different that one can change, in just a few months.

anyways, although this may sound cheesy, corny and altogether cliche but...

welcome to my life.

quote of the day:-
There must be a place for demons; a place for the damned. Hell is Heaven's reflection. It is Heaven's shadow. They define each other. Reward and punishment; hope and despair. There must a a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning. And thus Hell must be.
-the angel Remiel, the sandman: season of mists

by the way, a quote's gonna accompany every post. so yepps.