Pantomime animosity.

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, I lie to myself
I'm the boy that eats his heart out

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss and she's a safecracker
She kissed me first and then broke in

We slip and slide on the stay-together landmine
I make my mind up to never be myself
And every time I make a rhyme
I live my life for someone else

Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the kitchen with bitter diamond drunks
(She's in the way)
I'm on the sofa hoping she leaves that punk cause
(I'm in the way)

I'm the boy with the poetry power
I'm the boy, smells like flowers
Every time I make a rhyme
I live my life like I wasn't invited

Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the way
I'm in the way

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, she kissed me first
And I'm the boy, don't get me started

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss, she's a safecracker
She kissed me first, then broke in

Oh-whoa-whoa

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When life gets boring, you know it cannot get any worse.

Saturday, February 20, 2010 @ 11:01 AM

Mood meter: between red and blues.
That is equivalent to an emotional meltdown that totally got me deflated.

These days, i haven't been blogging on a daily basis, all thanks to my reluctance to blog and partially because of trying to adapt to a new form class. AND, of course, lecture life. Soooo, its regrettably alright to say that blogging comes in second. Having re-read my previous posts, i realised, with rising dread that they ALL start off with a 'Yes,...' and that is just plain, old, boring. Therefore, i sincerely apologise for breaking my vow,(THAT IS, to keep my blog alive as colourful as possible), time and again.

Okay, pleaseeeeee stop stalling with the formalities.

Life has been...(no, its not going to be the usual 'never better')
Tough.

Yeah, that's the word.
Whyyyyyyyyy?
*frowns*

Really, i hope it gets better. After hogging on the question for what felt like eternity, it hit me.
Why has the first 3 weeks in AC been tough for me?
When most people say it only gets tough (in the sense of the word) months later?
When it only gets tough only after the homework starts piling up?

The main reason:
Nobody has, the same subject combination as me.

To be frank, i haven't found someone who takes (B)GLAM. Blah. No one takes art in my form class, either. i'm starting to think they posted me to the wrong class or something. Not that i hate my class. Don't get me wrong. I ABSOLUTELY love 1AA2 peepos!

The thing wrong here is the fact that when they have lectures, espcially ECONS,(i'm the only one in the class who doesn't take it, mind you) i'm left rotting away in the library or somewhere else i find suits, with PRACTICALLY, nothing to do.

See, that's the problem.
I don't mind hanging out myself, but THE THING IS, there's NOTHING for me to do. The Times magazines i got my hands on were not sufficient to entertain me for the long hours and breaks in between lectures. And seriously, the enviroment in AC, even the library, for that matter, is rile with NOISE.

Its a hustle and bustle of activity, i tell you.

ACJC IS LOUD.
and i mean, REAL loud.
Its chaos everywhere.
The school is ALWAYS noisy.
There's a construction site on the way to school.
The people are loud and outspoken.
The void deck and canteen is always packed with loads of people advertising and selling their overly-priced merchandise.

PERFECT COMBINATION.

Now i understand why people DO, hear us from farfaraway.

The next thing i would like to rant?
I'm sooooooo looking forward to my own personalised timetable on monday. Can you even believe that i dread the 'lifesaving' long hour breaks that many of us would DIE to have? I wanttttttttt the tutorial sessions to start, please. i mean, look at my subject combination, i take ART. And basically, there's no ART lecture. That leaves me with one less h2 lecture and MORE breaks. Whats more is the holy fact that i've NO homework as compared to those who take 4h2s and heavy content-based subjects like Econs, Geog, Physics, Chemistry etc. Of course, there's much memory work to do for Biology, but there's no need for the school to waste my time like this.

I mean, for Bio, there's so little homework, its insignificant, and then the entire day will be spent in school slacking, wishing that the draggy hours would past by quickly. I knowww, i know, i know, that i should take pleasure and delight in the joyful breaks that i have. I even slept in school on friday when there were ONLY, 2 lectures. Yes, i should take comfort in the fact that i'm one of the many few who get to slack.

Sometimes my first lecture starts at 11.30 and i can't help thinking whytheheck did i come to school this early for?
The answer: Just to sing the national anthem, take the pledge and waste my entire morning away.

Okay, i can totally feel the emptiness oozing out from me onto this blog post. And i feel soooooooo good. Heh. i know i sound crappy, grumpy and grouchy but i'm NOT complaining. I'm simply frustrated with the humongous breaks that i just can't wait to get into the full swing of things.

Guess what?
i've comed to a VERY POSITIVE affirmation in life.

Slacking can get boring and tiring.

Anddddddddd, you might not find truth in this one-liner, but you WILL later on in some part of your life.
Believe me, if its not now, its later.
Its the 'When' that matters.

He throws around power,
He tramps on them like rubber,
The abused number
will never be lower.

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the candy empire.

Hello. My name is liying, without any spacing in between.
I'm obviously a girl, if it isn't obvious enough. I also have this super, uber, long name which says Any one will do, its your choice.

My awesomeness can't be contained in such a teeny-weeny box because i'm sensational. Yes, I'm loved, bayy-beh. I blog about everything under the sun and anything that's the past, present and the future. My profile page is non-existent, because its not long enough.

In more detail, click here.

16 on 18 June. She's single & loving it.

She's like TV, you see her, hear her like CD.

But clearly you'd be on different degree levels, whatever. No, you can't touch her.

Give her a pink candyfloss, and you’ll be loved by her.

Prioritize her, you automatically jump to the top of her list.

She says MARSHMELLOWS, KOKO CRUNCH and HONEY STARS are the happenning.

She is bubbly, temperamental, and fabulous.

She takes pride in being a bakaranger, as bakaRED the dolphin. In fact, BAKAS are her first priority.

What you see is what you get.
She's what you see and what she will be.
That's just who she is.

If she wants to do this, i'm sorry, but you can't make her do that.

There's more to what meets the eye. So, although first impressions last forever, blow that.

Judge her based on what's inside, not 'the cover'.

You are perfection. She's your reflection.

She is nobody.
Nobody is perfect.
HAHA, erase that.

She does what everyone else does. She seeks perfection and strives to keep her inconsistent sanity in check.

She's an artist. She draws, yes.

The weather forecasts her mood, and her mood predicts her dress code.

Unpredictable? Yes. Like the river currents, she changes course fast.

You may not be able to keep up with her; because with her around, you never know what's going to happen next.

In short, she's versatile.

Wild at times, but she's a fun-loving, peacelover. (Of couse, she tries hard to be the peacemaker.)

Her personality doesn't lie. She keeps her promises and am true to her word.

Give her no permission? She breaks the rules.

She doesn't conform. She loves fashion. Her style is imagination.

Don't ever try to play her. Don't lie, don't patronise, just change your ways.

Lights out, there's no room for her to cry. So tell her what went wrong.

For every door that's open, she's not going to shut it. Why no, she prefers to take her chances.

The issue on weight ticks her off.

She desires a lower metabolism 'cause its really difficult for her to put on the extra kilograms.

Unless you want to feel guilty for the rest of your life, do not ever mention the words 'you are skinny' because it does hurt.

It would be a great blow to her self-esteem. No, correction. She would be greatly demoralised.

Be kind to her, she forgives and forgets.

She must confess she loves her bloody punctuality, though she tries to be on time.

She yearns morning rains and waking up to the sounds of waves.

To watch the stars and have a clover leaf, its luck.

Everything ‘bout her screams water and she thinks water is the coolest drink.

She loves everything and hates nothing.

She’s into swimming, lifesaving, wakeboarding, drumming, rollerblading, rollercoasters, glow-in-the-darks, bunk beds, japanese, anime, audition, manga and her eekies.

She loves sleeping, but hey, she's no pig.

She loves shiny things because they catch the eye. Diamonds, chandeliers, shoes, bags, anything glitter goes.

She loves lipgloss, eyeliner, red nails and her red highlights. Yes, she's vain, but isn't that what makes a girl?

A huge fan of Walt Disney, she espcially loves the redhead little mermaid, Ariel.

Although she sucks at it, she loves jigsaw puzzles.

She likes to see the pieces come together, just like how she makes life to be - a portrait.

Her world is filled with colours, especially RED.scarlet, aqua and azure.

There’s no such thing as black and white, so don’t tell her what’s right from wrong.

She wants good riddance to evil, global warming and poverty.

If you smoke, she bites.

Keep your nails off the chalkboard, unless you're trying to bring her down.

Music plays a large part in her life. She enjoys stuffing earpieces in her ears and hear the music explode.

Sometimes, she tries to escape from burnin' out.

Give her a super shock, blow her off the block. Make her wanna. You're welcomed.

Rock. She likes it when you pop.

Guys with spiky hair make her melt. But hush, hush, turn it up baby, make your move. You've got fever, this freaking beat's so hot.

If you've got something she's never seen, one shot, you gotta give her everything.

Only one condition before she moves. She's no longer your prey, but the predator.

With every move she makes, she keeps her hunting eyes on the game. When her target is finally found, now it's time to play.

No need to talk, when you're caught.

Games get a bit of that, where's the thunder at. Get in her track, she's game.

But remember there's one thing you should know, when she's in hot pursuit, her mission is you. You don't have to beg for more.

She doesn't turn back. She doesn't fear her past - Guess she delivers that.

She believes in fairytales, miracles and happily-ever-afters.

Don’t say no to her because she’ll make you say yes.

If you don't want her to go, try to convice her that she should stay.

She dislikes things like parting ways and saying goodbyes. The next time you leave her, instead of saying ‘bye’, say ‘I’ll see you again.’

She disappears one day...If you miss her, she misses you.
Basic courtesy.

She wants you to know that she loves her family and friends dearly. So, if you’re one of the above, you’re blessed!

What more can I say? God has given her many stepping stones. Lucky? She knows she's more than just that.

This gemini is a go-getter and a professional hairstylist/manga artist/animator/coast lifeguard wannabe.

She believes in dreaming. She believes that her moment will come, and when it does, here in this spotlight, she'll shine like a superstar.

She already lost half her life to sleep. Yes, she only realises it after waking up.

But, she is determined that her other half will be filled with her dreams, and of course, a little magic. Get to know her? Pick one: Email/Msn/Friendster/Facebook/Fictionpress

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