Saturday, September 30, 2006

Argh.
I <3 ashley tisdale’s remake of kiss the girl.

how addictive.
memorized.(:

There you see her Sitting there across the way She don’t got a lot to say But there’s something about her And you don’t know why But you’re dying to try You wanna kiss the girl Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do It’s possible she wants you, too There is one way to ask her It don’t take a word Not a single word Go on and kiss the girl Sing with me now Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh, my Look at the boy too shy He ain’t gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad Ain’t it shame, too bad You gonna miss the girl Now’s your moment Floating in a blue lagoon Boy, you better do it soon No time will be better She don’t say a word And she won’t say a word Until you kiss the girl

Sing with me now Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh, my Look at the boy too shy He ain’t gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad Ain’t it shame, too bad You gonna miss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don’t be scared You got to be prepared Go on and kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don’t stop now Don’t try to hide it how You wanna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh, my Look at the boy too shy He ain’t gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad Ain’t it shame, too bad You gonna miss the girl
You’ve got to kiss the girl Why don’t you kiss the girl You gotta kiss the girl Go on and kiss the girl

More or less, it should be the same.

Ahh…addicted.

and of course…




COME BACK TO ME….
Vanessa Hudgens.
Nice one, baby V.


Y'all need to get ready to hear, the unbelievable, indescribable
Vanessa Hudgens
Baby V

Everyday I try to play another game
But my heart can't take it I try to find another boy
But all the while I can't face it
Why do I miss you so much?
I wanna stop to turn inside.
oh baby please give us one more try
See you out with all your friends
Laughing it up as you pretend to have a good time,
I know cause I'm living the same life

I'm about to got to say we can't keep living this same way so
I'll be the one yeah I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it again
Baby come back to me
in my heart I still believe we were meant to be together
so whatever it takes
Baby come back to me
I should've never set you free
love maybe
come back

I wanna call, but then I stall cause after all,
I just couldn't take it cause if your play
was to push me away you know the day,
my heart you'd break it I know we made a mistake it's just like your foolish pride

Come back to me
Let us try, let us try, let us try
Baby come back to me in my heart
I still believe we were meant to be together so whatever it takes

Baby come back to me
i should've never set you free
love maybe
come back

You know you miss your Baby V
And I can see that you think about me
so why do you act like you don't care like all this love between us isn't there
I know that you're upset
I know I did you wrong
I know that you want me to pay for all the pain i've caused
but in the end it all comes down to just one thing it's you and me

so I sing

Baby come back to me in my heart
I still believe we were meant to be together
so whatever it takes
Baby come back to me
I should've never set you free
love maybe
come back

I already watched the video.
World premiere tomorrow. hahah…

But I feel like telling all this to someone.
Just, I don’t know who.
urhh…
this kind of thing is really irritating.

ok,mr/ms/mrs/mdm/dr ________________.

Listen.

Baby come back to me…
I should have never set you free….
love maybe…
Come back…

Whoa.
lONG POST.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Assume all you want.
You get frustrated.
Do I look like I am jealous?
Oh PLEASE. You are not GREAT.
Neither are you famous or popular or well-known or whatever.
It is not my fate that I have to plead you.
You are waiting for me to fall on your knees.
HAHA. That will happen. In your worst NIGHTMARE.
I just do not want to leave the school with an enemy.
Looking back, the fight was stupid.
Absolutely.
I just could not control my feelings and it is not my fault. It was a dumb treat and me losing to you at basketball that you wanted. Since all that happened……
What is wrong with making up again?
As in, oh please. You are not the one losing out.
You are gaining a friend, losing an “enemy”.
So why not? WHY NOT???
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ACT AS IF YOU HATE ME?
So, Jia Wei and Jie Ru.
You decide. Please???(hehee)
Let’s be friends again.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

January 05: Slacked like god knows what

February 05: Had made quite alot of friends in my new class.still slacking.

March o5: Recieved CA1 results, worst marks I have ever scored. Got motivation from ms
mishal lim.moved on.

April 05: Working hard.ms lim nagged everyday.

May 05: working hard paid off. SA1 results way better than CA1

June 05: A whole month of holidays with no homework,revision,blahs.

July 05:(16 July 06) Went for National Day Parade Rehersal. Great time there. Screamed like
dunno what. Loudest. (16 July 05) Harry Potter Book 6 is released and read. BY ME XD

August 05:Boring.

Sept 05:Boring

October05:Ms Lim's marriage. Became Mrs Tee.

November 05: PLayed and played, First trip to The Himalayas

December 05: First trip to the arabian desert.camel rides? no-thnks.

January 06: "All of last years' effort to make you a better person last year have all gone down
the drain. You are all back to square one."-Mrs Tee

Feb 06: "All of last years' effort to make you a better person last year have all gone down the
drain. You are all back to square ONE.(one? twoXD.)"-Mrs Tee

March 06: Became friends with Eunice and Leng Khoong.

April 06: Mrs Tee started being absent from school.

May 06:Mrs Tee started being absent from school very often. nEW TEACHERS

Math-Mr Peter Dunstan LeeScience- Mr ABC

June 06: Another month of holidays with no homwwork.

July 06: Started thinking about secondary schools/ broke up with jiawei(25 july)

August 06: Started thinking of PSLE

Sept 06: STUDYING FOR PSLE. OCTOBER EXAMS LEH.

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Monday, September 11, 2006

Can you name 13 of the people u noe that u can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No Cheating!!!
1.Kelly Yap
2.Jia Xi
3.Leng Khoong
4.Mrs. Loh(I dunno why. Honestly)
5.Shawn(this 1 too)
6.Eunice
7.Natalie
8.Cheng Yee?
9.Shakthi?
10.Ern Chuen? (okay, I am out of names already)
11.Yeqi?
12.Jie ru?
13.Lorraine. I NEARLY FORGOT.

How did you meet 10?*
P3 classmate. He was way more pleasant then. And I knew him better when he got second in class.

What would you do if you had never met 2?*
I would have been stupid-er and won’t be so scream-y. You see, she kind of “encouraged” me in my screaming XD dunt tell.

What would you do if 6 and 10 dated?*
Hahaha. In your nightmare, it would happen. It would be an totally unbelievable sight. Not a moment to enjoy.

Have you ever seen 4 cry?
Nope. Not in front of me/ any 6helen-er

How did you know 8?
Classmate and Eunice’s friend.

Would you ever go on a date with number 12?*
Err.. does going to the movies count? Then, yes.

What's 7's Favorite color?*
Pink? Okay. I think.

What would you do if 6 confessed she/he loved you?
She already did. AS A FRIEND. I forgot what I did XD

Fact about 9:*
He is my head length taller than me.

Who is 4 steading with?*
Mr Loh. Duh!

Who is number 5 to you?*
Just a someone who once sat next to me and tortured my stationery.

Would you ever live with 13?*
If I want rain.

Is 1 single?*
Hmm… it is complicated.

Where does 7 live?*
In a 5-room HDB flat, where there is a dining table looks exactly the same as the one I have in my house.

What do you think about 3?*’
Sweet-smart
Whee.

What's the best thing about number 8?*
Her stuff.

What do you like about number 11?*
Her sweetness.

Favorite Memory with 5?*
Him using up ALL the ink of my favourite pen in term 1`o6
THAT IS THE BEST.

-end-

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Saturday, September 09, 2006

I read Kelly’s blog. She screamed at the car at her brother for not giving her chocolate. Like omg! I screamed (screamed. yes- at my loudest. imagine) at my sister for sweets. This is what I call- Coincidence. Guess what? I do not have a sore throat after that. YAY! I am still fit and scream-y. Maybe I should go to IMH for a check-up as Kelly suggests in her blog for her.
Well, I screamed at her for sweets and invading my privacy.
Honestly, I did not know I could scream so loudly without even like, trying to scream loudly. My mother scolded me, but I sure she is jealous for me breaking her record volume (ha-ha. she was not la)
Now I feel good and not so moody like the previous days.
This is good, because an obstacle to make me stop mugging was my moodiness.
Talking about Mugging, I agree with my classmates that mugging can be FUN of you stay focused and you concentrate in whatever you are doing. It is like, giving your brain some work and your brain becomes super hardworking(ok, I have a feeling this is NOT the right adjective to use)
And also, I am thinking of giving up computer completely until PSLE is over so that I can really concentrate. Leng Khoong has already decided so. Also, since there is no more Leng to chat with and now, why should I use the computer at all?

&&&

Who wants to play computer games? You? NVM. I find them super boring now. ZZZ

Okay. No more computer from the next full stop I put.

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Friday, September 08, 2006

Today.Hmm...

I felt magical at first.
I actually woke up the earliest in my house. What a Miracle.
But I was still 20 minutes l8 (see, I am trying to follow my timetable)
8.20 a.m. I guess it is because everyone woke up l8.

After a while, I felt super duper lazy. I had cleaned up my closet(2nd miracle) and my entire room was neat(3rd miracle) all thanks to me. After that, I did some English, then Leng Khoong called and bombarded me with murderously difficult math problem sums. Trust me, they were tough.
Most of the questions, I did it all till the last step where I got stuck. HOW FRUSTRATED AND STUPID CAN I GET? rar.

Then, I really had no mood to follow my timetable. IT WAS ENOUGH. I had planned my day to be boring. I DID NOT WANT TO FOLLOW WHAT THAT BLUE SHEET OF PAPER SAID ANYMORE. Then, I started playing on the computer. Flooding Kelly's tagboard(muahaha) and mine, and chatting with Leng and "Husbandiee".

Then, comes the present tense.
My mom is nagging," How long do you have to use the computer! You are using it too much! Get of the computer now. Can you hear me? ROARS. "

Summary:Today was the MOST BORING UNEVENTFUL DAY OF MY LIFE SO FAR.

I changed my skin. Just shows how seriously bored I am.

I guess I have to go now because

1. I am making you sleep.
2. My mom is yelling.
3. I am bored blogging boring stuff.

Okay then.

TOODLES,

shahera

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

jx AND i made this S&J combined thingy during science lesson, at the same time we were paying attention. not really. just taking in te necessary stuff.
[c] jasela(my sis)`o4






Ok. gtg. I am mugging.

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Friday, September 01, 2006

Now with all the time in the world, I would love to present a story…

The diary of a teenaged girl (what is in italic is written in the diary)

-applause-

Once upon a time, Star had dreams. Or was that time so long ago? When the time when the horizon was endless, the world was was, hers and the stars were within her grasp. When was the whole universe for Star’s taking?

“The ‘grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advice me to lay aside the drawings of my dear boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside and devote myself to English, math and the sciences instead. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. Grown-ups never understand things b themselves, and it is tiresome for the younger ones to be always and forever explaining things to them”-----The Little Prince

Was she changed, disheartened too? Had the star of long ago disappeared? Next to her, fragments of the topics her girlfriends discussed drifted by.

“Nicole is going out with Sean now you know…”

“She is really heartbroken, she really loved him…”

“I’m totally in love with him, he’s so handsome, he’s so kind…”

“Eh, tell us who you like now…”

Star tried to pretend she was not listening while she thought about what she had said online, on a diary written by one of her classmates. The girl had fallen in love with a boy, but the boy did not love her. The girl was heartbroken because one had loved her too much… and the other loved her too little.

“If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars,it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars”

“But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened”

Was the love really that important, did it affect life that much? Was it truly a most wonderful, blissful feeling ever, or was it the most heart-wrenching pain one would ever experience? Was she missing out on something when she protected herself, refusing to grow out of her shell, to experience love?

Was she still naïve, even if she admitted to herself-purposely? Was she wrong if she could not understand why girls break their hearts over a thoughtlessly cruel boy? That was what she could see now.

She protected herself by refusing to reveal her innermost thoughts. Those she kept safe, perfectly well in her heart. She did not feel weighed down. They had become part of her perfect mask. They had become the façade that was star. But the fears of her real self being discovered lurked murkily below the surface.

But was she insensitive when she could not empathize with her heartbroken friends just recovering from a failed relationship? What if they thought she deserved it? But what if the person was a very good friend? There was one time she felt awkward and blundering. She did not know how to reach her friend, where she could overtake him and go hand in hand with him once again. It was sure a secret place, a land of tears.

Her face was blank. A perfect mask…

*****

She looked at her watch. I was almost time for her school to end. To kill time, she started to read a book that her friend lent her.

She thought about what the book had said. Were there really cliques at her school? No, not really, there was not much discrimination. The popular girls had to be nice to everyone to become popular. But what the author said about the popular girls being sent ahead as scouts to look at the unseen territory, namely relationships, that needed thinking over.

She was one of the more athletic girls in class. Yet there was this group pressure to be more… feminine. She was not pretty, and there seemed to be an unofficial contest going on to see who can attract the boys’ attention the most.

She was not very popular; she had a strong sense of humour that other did not really understand. She knew what kind of people she liked, and she knew that she was too direct for most.

She had read tones of books, but had never read a love letter. She socialized with adults. But she never knew how to talk properly to girls or boys of her own age. In fact, she was far beyond her age.

She was just quiet, plain, Star.

“Oh! I understand you very well,”said the little prince. “But why do we always speak in riddles?”
“I solve them all,” said the snake.
And they were both silent. ---The Little Prince.

*****
She walked back home, alone. The rest of the afternoon was spent in thoughtful contemplation. Somehow, she knew that the teenage years were often years of puzzles, of troubled feelings and temptations. She felt strangely close, yet detached from her situation.

There were times when all that mattered was her studies, her room, and her own private world, where she totally be at peace.
And yet there were times when her relations with her friends and schoolmates troubled her,when her feelings about boys took over her mind.
The sky was now completely dark, a vast expanse of black velvet space. Then, slowly, the stars appeared, faintly, slowly, illuminating the sky bit by bit. A meteor streaked across, leaving a silvery trail behind.

And the girl smiled. A star, just like her… a Star.

What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible.

p.s.: Once again, I say, I do not personally feel this way. It is just a story.
And this is how I guess teenagers feel.

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I can't be all things to all people.

I can't do all things at once.

I can't do all things equally well.

I can't do all things better than everyone else.

So shuttap.
BECAUSE-NOT ONLY ME, BUT NO ONE CAN.EVEN YOU.

stop torturing me.
thank you.

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