LOSER....

he was tugging at it. applying pressure. he pulled and twisted it. I could feel the pain. It hurt really badly. I screamed soo loud it went into ultrasound. He didn't care. He laughed wickedly. he didn't care. he kept pulling and pulling. And then it flew out. I closed my eyes. It was over....

That is the exaggerated version of my meeting with the dentist. Okay, he didn't like tug and pull so crazily but he did pull my tooth out. I didn't scream coz when your mouth is wide open and numb due to the anesthesia, you can't really say anything. he definitely did not laugh wickedly (he is actually really nice). But the tooth did fly out. i saw it.

Well, i had to extract 4 of my teeth. Braces. I can't imagine myself with braces. But soon, i will not have to imagine. If anyone is asking, i'm putting braces NOT for beautiful looking teeth but for health purposes (yea rite...). I mean...that is the noble explanation of it. Of course part of the reason is to have nice teeth.

I went for a haircut lately and i was telling my bro that i've been losing stuff this week. My teeth and now my hair. And he replied, " unfortunately not your weight. " So mean rite? I just hope that becoz of the braces, i would be able to lose some weight. At least.

Well, i just have one favour to ask from everyone. DON'T LAUGH. =)

Superhuman

When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound.

You become the mutant who fell into a vat of acid, the Joker who can't remove his mask, the bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart.

You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago, you can't even remember what it was like.

by Jodi Piccoult.


This passage really explains everything. I feel that many people don't feel like they fit in. But i think that it is just nonsense. Why do we have to be separated into groups; the 'in' and 'out'. We are all different and special in our own way. We shouldn't brand people or form clicks. Why must we divide ourselves? When there is no 'in' then there will be no 'out' and when there is no 'out' then there will be no 'in'. I know this is very subjective but this is kinda how i feel. It is something that may never change. But what i know is that we should not change just to fit in with the crowd but just be ourselves, special and unique and that is all that matters.

handcuffed and put away....

Finally the thief has been caught. Okay here's the story. i am working at the koperasi in school. we sell newspapers for extra income. so, since this year...when the newspaper came there would always be less. We couldn't figure it out. We asked the supplier (well, the teachers did...not us students but that's beside the point) and he said he gave the correct amount. So we concluded that someone was stealing them.

So, i went early on that day but the newspapers came late...so we couldn't catch anyone. But the next day....i saw, with my own eyes. He just took it and walked across the assembly ground to his class. I couldn't believe it. It was happening right in front of my eyes. So i followed him and asked his classmate for his name and reported to teacher. Cool. It feels like CSI or sth. Well, not exactly. But it was sth different.

Special thanks to my friends too for following me to the 'spy headquarters' that day.

Falling

Feels like my life's been passing by
With happiness just bein' a lie
How did I get here, where am I going?
One more day without knowing
Struggling for one more breath
As I'm drowning in a painful death
Can someone reach out for me?
In this dark and dreary sea

'Cause it seems like no one can
Hear the voice that's calling
Try to take the most I can stand
But I keep falling

I try to chase the memories away
But they haunt me everyday
I hope I get over this phase
'Cause I'm stuck inside this haze
All I need is a simple lift
Such a sweet and precious gift
So I don't lose it all before
What I have left is nothing more

In my isolating misery
I feel like the epitome
Of darkness and despair
Just leading onto nowhere
Will I be able to win this race?
I'm runnin' at a slow pace
Trying hard to press on
But the motivation's gone

'Cause it seems like no one can
Hear the voice that's calling
Try to take the most I can stand
But I keep falling

Oh

I try to chase the memories away
But they haunt me everyday
I hope I get over this phase
'Cause I'm stuck inside this haze
All I need is a simple lift
Such a sweet and precious gift
So I don't lose it all before
What I have left is nothing more

It may not have to be this way
Waiting for me they could be a new day
Maybe I can revise
And escape from the lies

I try to chase the memories away
But they haunt me everyday
I hope I get over this phase
'Cause I'm stuck inside this haze
All I need is a simple lift
Such a sweet and precious gift
So I don't lose it all before
What I have left is nothing more

There could be something more
To what my life may have in store
I'll move from where I began
Keep on pressing through to the end

falling - david archuleta

I'm sorry

I'm sorry....
I couldn't do anything...
i feel so helpless....
i wish i could have done something...
to make the pain seem painless...
to put that smile back on you face...
to pick you up when you fell...
to give you a hug or a pat on the back...
anything a friend or a brother would do...

seeing you fall made me feel terrible...
i was just a spectator...
someone from the sidelines...
unable to help...
unable to lend a hand...
unable to cushion your fall...
unable to be the friend you needed me to be....

Whatever i say or do now....
is not going to change anything...
but i want you to know....
that i'll always be there...
trying my best to be your pillar of strength...
trying my best to mend your wounds...
trying my best to be a friend...
but all i can do....
is try...

Lying abt lying

Can you lie about lying?? If you lie abt lying then you are actually telling the truth. But you can't be telling the truth when you are lying. If you lie that you were lying abt the truth then you are like lying and telling the truth at the same time because you are telling the truth abt lying which means you did lie. Right?

This question came abt when my brother and I were discussing sth. So we had a little confusing talk abt it. =)

Tips on how to NOT become the class monitor

1. Use the i'm-so-busy technique. Tell the teacher a list of societies and games and stuff that you
have joined with all your poses. Look like your under a lot of stress. It helps.
2. Use the pls-oh-pls technique. Give your teacher your cutest and nicest puppy look. This
technique only works if you look cute. If not, then don't bother. =)
3. Use the you-can't-force-me technique. This is more 'radical' as compared to the others. This
technique means you just abandon your work and don't do anything. I don't recommend you
use this technique.
4. Use the pity-me technique. When in class, look sad and depressed like the whole world just died.
Hopefully, your teacher will notice and give some sympathy.
5. Use the replacement-no-jutsu technique. Find someone who is willing to take the job. If there is
no one, then just force someone. =)

PS: try the polls on which do you think is the most effective.