form filling form

i don't understand how u can get a GPA of 4.0 and not know how to fill in forms.

it's either our education system has completely turned u into a memorizing machine

or u just simply can't be bothered to think.

talk abt teaching critical thinking to kids


*snorts*

tt's why u have no friends.

i think i'm very good at watching ppl fall

lying there bloody

bleeding life away

and then walk away from the crime scene as if it's the most natural thing to do


i must be the worst friend u can ever have.


tt's why u have no friends.
this flamer once said to me

so so true.

to u, for u.

u gotta teach me how to network n find a bf.
i told him.

u're never serious.
he said

snorts. so true.


if there's anything abt u. besides the fact that u smoke ciggies n puke alot of crap. is that u always nvr fail to say things that make me think. things that are sometimes so near to the truth.


i guess i just haven found someone to be srious enough with.

just another day

dear diary

life's been good.i'm coping well in school. surprisingly. maybe it's cus i was prepared for the worst.

my roommate has been slamming doors n throwing her things ard as usual. but i guess anything for one that sucks ur life force out of u. snorts

dad lost his job again.

n now old ah pek is the taboo word at home because dad will become emo momo after hearing this. it doesnt help tt mum becomes an emo momo with the dad. n the boy's crazy truckload of tuition isn't really helping with the financial situation here. god he's such a leech sometimes.

n mum's asking when i'm graduating n getting my 1st pay. fuck. n e stupid thing is she doesn't want me to pay for the family expenses now. she says it gives her more stress. wtf???

sis has dropped the idea of overseas exchange because of our inability to fork out 10 - 20k. but then again, i guess this would make her even more detemined to get e scholarship which will sponsor her masters in europe or wadever.

i guess travelling would be out of e question now...

in retrospect

i think i was being a total ass/dick/bitch

n

i'm srry

it's a boy!!!

we seemed to have been walking in silence, for that moment, since forever

we walked down that road in silence.

that emptiness, once filled, was just another stark reminder of how things used to be,

and how along the way,

the winds changed

and i decided to let the winds take away whatever we shared.


i think some part inside of me just died

like i was defragmented and compartmentalised

and that small part of me which used to be able to be frank, carefree, wildly hilarious, crazily n graphically pornographic just decided that it didn't want to come out anymore.

i think i'm losing myself

that old shitty insane streak

flickr

i think i'll miss u

everything.&.all.of.u

chip of

“I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.”
— Margaret Mitchell

via twentythree


btw, i'm so full now i'll burst. wahaha

o.u.t

“So far away, but still so near
The lights go on, the music dies
but you don’t see me standing here
I just came to say goodbye”
— Robyn, Dancing on my own

fuckin

if it's not worth keeping, then leave it

today's just one very bad day.

where u come to e sudden realisation tt maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

it's just tt sometimes we're in a constant state of denial.

i'm gay

hahahaha

u are not safe

thanks for the...

gaming is a hobby, passion, not everyone can understand

it's crazy. it's something u would spend ur heart n soul on

since i can't accomplish tt much in real life

at least i noe there's some skill in e virtual world tt i'm proud of

however to most ppl, i guess it's just stupid n plain childish



i guess we could never understand what was important to the other that wasn't important to another.

which was why u got a significant other

was it not?

thanks for caring

i appreciate it.

goodbye.

fuck uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

cheeeeeeeee baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hackers should burn in hellllllllllll


fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

maybe i shld stop talking since i've nthing more to say

this sem no good. i tell u

boring. are my lecturers.

they ramble onnnnn n onnnnnnnn n onnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

eeeyerrr.

den my life is also boringgggggggg

~~~
u noe ppl have writer's block n shit

i have loser's block. all e time. it comes in shit boring cycles.

now it's worse.

i dun even noe what to say when i'm with u


i need someoneeee

someone i can talk to.

:(

trust me

“You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all.”

视而不见

i don't want u to come home

because u bring with u a whole lot of secrets and lies

The Truth Is Born In Strange Places

Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.

Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.

Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.

Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.

Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He's an old man on a factory line. You wouldn't recognise him.

Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.

via iwrotethisforyou

n

we are all weird, just that some of our weirdness is more acceptable than the others.

tt's what my p6 teacher told her kids.

so true. so so true


it's a few months ago since an asshole dropped the bombshell

n i still can't get over it.

maybe for once in my life, i have to keep secrets from my family.

i had to deal with this alone


i can't stand it when u try so hard to look like u're a part of us while in the end while in the end, nothing is real. nothing at all

i can't wake up knowing it's not a dream

nthing is easy.

n really, we can't complain. every job has it's ups n downs. it is just another subset of life.


u are always busy

too busy to care

i wonder if u will ever care

What Teachers Make..

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued,
"What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in
life was to become a teacher?"

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those
who can, do. Those who can't, teach."

To stress his point he said to another guest;
"You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"


Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want
to know what I make?

(She paused for a second, then began...)

"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't
make them sit for 5 without an IPod, Game Cube or movie rental.

You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and
every person at the table.)

''I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't
everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain,
not the man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know
in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the
Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in
the United States of America.

Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were
given,
work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life."

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money
isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because
they are ignorant.... You want to know what I make?

I MAKE A DIFFERENCE .

What do you make Mr. CEO?"

His jaw dropped, he went silent.