Lies,
the aftermath of a bitter sweet encounter.
It tends to leave you hanging for more.
But at the end of the day,
sweetness fades away.
Only the bitterness reign solely in your heart.
Lonely, empty.

Lies,
the believer of happiness.
People lie to be happy.
But they never knew,
how much hurt will follow behind that temporory bliss.
They couldn't foresee those heartbreaking attempts,
hidden well beneath those enchanting words.

Lies, a temporary self-relief.
You lie to decieve others of what you're afraid of.
You lie in hope of finding a better tomorrow.
You hope to see that myriad of light you've been looking for.
But when realisation sets in, it hurts,
because nobody truly owned forevermore.

Lies,
cover the world wirh your brilliant act.
Let masquarades be your favourite comrades.
Let the power of deciet take you away from the reality of life.
you wonder how you can deal with the million changing faces.
Those ahnotism, anger, hurt, delusions, sardonic remarks.
Engulfed in that paroxysm of fear, you choose to lie.

Maybe it is an unintentional slip of tongue.
Maybe all you ever wanted
was to uncover that spark of truth.
But you never knew, did you?
That you cna lie to the world,
but you can never lie to yourself.
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I don't think you have to suffer for great art
- James Iha
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To grow up, to fulfil your potential, to develop into what God wants you to be - this process takes support. No one succeeds alone
- Clay Aiken

The Lord will fight for you. All you have to do is stand still.
-Exodus 14:14

To be afraid is to have more faith in evil than in good.

ALL IN ALL, there's nothing to worry about : ) even when you're down, there's many people out there to be with you.
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Lord, i need strength and reassurance.
i'm lost.

i'm in between the oceanic plate and continental plate, with oceanice plate subducting. friction of overriding continental plate is tremendous causing earthquakes. partial melting plate, caused by friction and heat at depth, led to production of hot rich silica. the sea floor sediments are piled up together with scrapped off sediments of the oceanic plate at the edge of the continental plate. these sediments are then crumbled and folded which formed folded mountains. there is dissolved gases in the magma under great pressure. when the magma reaches the surface through the vent, the pressure is released and causing the gases to expand - explosive eruption. this led to pollution and great destruction in general. STUCK INBETWEEN IS PAINFUL. i bet i got some stuff wrong..but..

i'm just sad.
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O'levels till now is shit :/ -NUMBED NUMBED NUMBED

geography, nothing to comment, either a fail or borderline, i mean, i already tried my best, but i guess it is really a too last minute revision. i can't put much hope on it, sorry mrs sherwood and the subject geography.
oh, by the way, just an interesting fact. my school used to have 99.9999999999% distinctions (last year, with only one B3 ) (past years were still at least a 98% distinction rate).. well, let me be the first to score such an ugly pathetic grade.

chemistry, no comments, alright i believe people will just go '' OH MY IT'S BLOODY EASY!'' or ''okay lah, manageable..''
but i'll go, well, i should admit, it is quite an alright paper, but i feel insecure, super uneasy i should say, with careless and more careless mistakes.
again, i studied really really hard for it, but...........
i really don't know what to do.

is it just me? is it i'm still not focused enough? am i not putting my 101%?
i'm just scared..
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An encouragement for myself.

ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS : bad bad bad, careless careless careless, sad sad sad.

GEOGRAPHY REVISION: rushing rushing rushing, anxious anxious anxious, die die die.

suddenly, i don't feel like giving up on geography. God has provided me with the strength to strive for it. no matter what, at least i know, i've really once worked for it and that i really want to ace for geography too.



what a bad start of o's.



maybe this is just something God wants to put me through, in order for me to persevere, more determined of my goals, and focused. well, i admit, i don't really like it, i'm quite demoralized, i hope everything could be reversed. after all, amath is something i really wanna ace.. -depressed.
but i'm sure, one fine day when i turned back and look, i'll be standing there smiling, thanking God for giving me this test. i'll learn my lesson today : think harder, don't skip steps, trust in God, pray when i'm uncertain of my answers (cause i do felt that way for one qn, and only after the whole exam, just as i gave my paper to the invigilator, i was enlightened. do you know how much i don't wish to give my answer script?)

no matter what i've typed, it is still bleeding within me, i know very well. it's a tough struggle for me. i'm guilty, why didn't i have the sense of urgency long before?

God, provide me with strength and speed, wisdom too.

by: crazy.
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what more can I say?

an old crazy woman taking o' levels 2 days later.

/back pain.

[all the best]
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- found this on the bus seat, thought was quite meaning. it's true that love and hope always exist, both are just denied by people.

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TRYING OUT MY NEW PRINTER : )

SCANN-NNNNN !!

IT'S ME, i feel so urm, dumb?! i didn't like to smile when i take photo.
ELMO PREPARING FOR HALLOWEEN : )






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how sweet : )

good luck to all sec fours, best of luck. it's going to end soon. keep smiling too !





crazy/
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MY AIMS:

- TO BE CLOSER TO GOD
- FOCUS
- STONE MORE, THINK MORE
- LOOK STERN BE STERN
- INTERACT WITH MY FELLOW WALLS AND BOOKS MORE
- BE MORE MATURE
- BE MORE UNDERSTANDING
- TO ACT WHAT I THINK
- INDEPENDENT
- DISCIPLINE
- TO BE AN INTREPID PIG WHO ISN'T SCARED OF TICKLES, URMS
- NOT HYPER ACTIVE
- LEARN TO CHERISH
- SCORE WELL

:) crazy
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Most wicked deeds are done because the doer proposes some good to himself. The liar lies to gain some end; the swindler and thief want things which, if honestly got, might be good in themselves. Even the murderer may be removing an impediment to normal desires or gaining possession of something which his victim keeps from him. None of these usually does evil for evil's sake. They are selfish or unscrupulous, but their deeds are not gratuitously evil. The killer for sport has no such comprehensible motive. He prefers death to life, darkness to light. He gets nothing except the satisfaction of saying, '' Something which wanted to live is dead. There is that much less vitality, consciousness, and, perhaps, joy in the universe. I am the Spirit that Denies.'' When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him Vandal. When he wantonly destroys one of the works of God we call him Sportsman.

When the Winchester gun company makes a propaganda movie concluding with a scene in which a ''typical American boy'' shoots a number of quail and when it then ends with a slogan '' Go hunting with your boy and you'll never have to go hunting for him,'' I may suspect that the gun company is moved by a desire to sell more guns at least as much as by a determination to do what it can toward reducing the incidence of delinquency. I will certainly add also my belief that there are even better ways of diminishing the likelihood that a boy will grow up to do even worse things. Though it seems to me that he is being taught a pure evil I know that he will not necessarily cultivate a taste for all or, for that matter, any one of the innumerable other forms under which evil may be loved.

-The Vandal and the Sportsman Joseph Wood Krutch

evil is grabbing those minds.
the hearts turned black,
the tongues turned purple,
and the nails grew long,
what a monstrous figure.
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It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to destroy a healthy, conscious man, When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle, I saw the mystery, the unspeakable wrongness, of cutting a life short when it is in full tide. This man was not dying, he was alive just as we were alive. All the organ of his body were working- bowels digesting food, skin renewing itself, nails growing when he stood on the drop, when he was falling through the air with a tenth of a second to live. His eyes saw the yellow gravel and the grey walls, and his brain still remembered, foresaw, reasoned- reasoned even about puddles. He and we were a part of men walking together, seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding the same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap, one of us would be gone- one mind less, one world less.


- A hanging George Orwell

but he committed crime, didn't he? doesn't he deserve the punishment?
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stop me from sleeping for more an hour.
not with violence please. hitting my head
stares at someone who looks like lemon.
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well, maybe it's like that, i'm just not prepared.
i hold for a purpose, with the wrong attitude.
i rebel, i scream, i'm a bad girl.
i'm not who i was.

crazy-
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