its over - for now + a sneak peak into the twisted world of Joanne
arghh...call myself a blogger? havent updated for weeks! anyway, realy glad that prelims are finally over!! im so dead la..maths was seriously a killer this time. but i refuse 2 say anymore abt exams for now..shall enjoy a few days of much needed relaxation (though i dont really need it, but thats not the point). what was i gonna say next?
oh ya..supposed 2 go into a reflective mood again. since i was so free today, i decided to take out my old diaries for a flashback into the past. but there were too many things to read so i gave up after a few entries. oh well, at least i've found another form of 'entertainment' for myself again. haha.
i wonder, when pple put stuff up on their blog, do they really mean what they say? as in, its not like they're really writing down all their innermost thoughts right? since a blog is probably seen by millions of pple if ur popular enough. so there i was, pondering over the futility of having one...since i myself am guilty of not being totally honest in my entries here. then again, who is?
yup, enough of my disjointed ramblings. back to the diary subject - can u believe that this yr alone, i already have 3 diaries and counting? i think i'll probably make it 4 since my current 3rd one is already 3/4 full. and this is coming from someone who hardly updates her blog. how ironic. haha. but seriously, i find maintaining one can be quite burdensome at times. so there u go.
since im feeling rather generous today, i shall give u folks who are bored enough to stumble upon this insignificant lil' blog of mine a sneak peek into what i write in my diary. ok, more like a pathetic sneak..but better than nothing right? haha. so anyway, since i cant be bothered to type out full diary entries, i've decided 2 put in two poems taken from my 2nd diary this yr. they kinda illustrate my conflicting mood swings and messed up life. one is optimistic, the other bitter and depressed. enjoy!
since the depressing poem came first, i shall put it down first. this was written on 23/07/05, after my PTM. given my results, surely u can sympathize with me on this one.
fake plastic smiles on my face
cracking
i cannot keep it up
when the insults cut to the bone
shredded
i feel no more
for there is nothing left to chip away
is this self pity?
or does it go deeper than that?
maybe if you opened your eyes
you would see the hurt
that overwhealms me
sucked dry of tears
i am steel
i crumble inside of me
it eats away at my infested soul
that society has created for me
i do not see any worth in prolonging this
will someone come take me away
from this dreadful hell on earth
that has become my second home
and you are the only reason i still breathe
the meaning of my very existance
that catches me before i truly fall
before i go too deep
please dont leave me
stay with me through this diesase
and make it all right
please.
now is that downright depressing or what? when i read it today, i could literally FEEL my agony..even now. haha. its good to laugh it off. maybe i should make it into a song one day. (thats a joke)
now a switch in channels..to a more positive, courageous me. sure wish i could stay that way all the time though of course, thats not possible. life has its ups and downs. i didnt write down the date for this poem, but i can tell u that i wrote in sometime in the 2nd wk of august. one of my nicer poems, and unlike the previous one, this one actually rhymes. its called 'stronger'. (NO, not the britney spears song..and im sure a lot nicer..heh heh)
stronger is what you've made me
although the hurt often makes me cry
I've learnt to pick up the pieces
i may be broken, but i won't die
the trials that confront me
as challenging as they may seem
are nothing once i've faced them
and continued to live my dreams
moulding myself into a better person
ready to take on the world
how far i've come in this life
from that weak, pathetic girl
to someone with the courage
to never lose hope
even in the darkest of hours
i will pull through, and i'll cope
because nothing is impossible
all it takes its the belief
that if you want something bad enough
work hard and you'll succeed.
hope that serves as a form of encouragement for anyone who's feeling depressed out there at this moment. and with that i conclude this long blog entry. should buy me enough time till i finally type the next one in say, a few more weeks? haha.
bye..! :D
Sunday, September 04, 2005
wake me up when september ends
i guess im supposed 2 talk abt how the GP exam was.. well, definitely very very tiring. i did the first qn: "make poverty history." Is this a realistic aim?
I think i handled it ok..but but i've learnt not to be overly optimistic. we'll see how it goes..hopefully will get a lenient marker. compre was on shock and horror movies...im serious, fern sure knows how to choose weird compres for us. i mean, what the hell is there to write abt how singaporeans respond to horror movies? the AQ is so screwed. i spent damn long just attempting the qns so it better pull my grades up.
wish i could throw away all my GP notes now but still got A levels..
its only the beginning. haiiiii. i spent the morning doing some econs and maths. planning to do some hist later..then i would have at least touched on everything.
1 wk of sept hols coming up..actually, what holidays? more like "mug ur ass off" days.
isn't this song appropriate??
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september endsLike my fathers come to pass
Seven years have gone so fast
Wake me up when september endsHere comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what i lost
Wake me up september endsSummer has come and past
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september endsRing out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when september ends- Green Day: Wake me up when september ends -
Thursday, September 01, 2005
i miss ij!! :(
seriously, going to sch today was a total waste of time...we ended at 9.10am..probably the earliest amongst all the other JCs. am glad i went back to ij though..managed to see so many of my secondary sch teachers. :) finally got to talk to mrs how, my form teacher in sec4.. stood there chatting for 15 mins. she's so nice and motherly.. cj could really use more teachers like her.
the last time i went back to ij was last yr during teachers day. going back there again today really brought back all the gd memories..and i realise that i miss ij so much!! its like heaven there as compared to cj where i go thru hell. guess u dont really appreciate something until its gone. will definitely be going back again next yr.
am gonna devote the whole of tmr to GP only.. dunno if reading thru the notes will help, but i suppose its better than nothing. managed 2 pass fern and koh their presents and cards personally..speaking of hypocritical huh. actually, im alright with koh..just that sometimes she can be kinda biased. i've learnt to put up an act in front of fern..just keep smiling sweetly and you'll be ok..most of the time anyway. besides, i gave her a card last yr so obviously had to do the same thing this yr. u wont catch me going back to cj other than to collect my A level results though. nope.. sorry to say, cj has nothing that i'd want to come back to.
am i loud and clear or am i breaking up?
am i still your charm or am i just bad luck?
are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?
ill show you mine if you show me yours first
lets compare scars ill tell you whose is worse
lets unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
we live on front porches and swing life away
we get by just fine here on minimum wage
if love is a labor ill slave til the end
i wont cross these streets until you hold my hand
i been here so long i think that its time to move
the winters so cold summers over too soon
lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
and ive got some friends some that i hardly know
weve had some times i wouldn't trade for the world
we chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
we live on front porches and swing life away
we get by just fine here on minimum wage
if love is a labor ill slave til the end
i wont cross these streets until you hold my hand
swing life away
- rise against : swing life away -