Great song ^__^

Did you rise the sun for me?

Or paint a million stars that I might

Know your majesty?

Is your voice upon the wind?

Is everything I've known marked

with my maker's fingerprints?

Breathe on me

Let me see your face

Ever I will seek you

'Cause all your are, is all I want, always

Draw me close, in your arms

Oh God, I wanna be with you

Can I feel you in the rain?

Abandon all I am to have you

capture me again

Let the earth resound with praise

Can you hear as all creation lives

to glorify your name?

PIII(s)

Call it his Achilles’ heel, that fatal flaw was hardly any glitch…Seriously. She on the other hand, was the entire exposed heel; if you know what I mean. Medication was like a tumour to her. Constant costs, constant cramps, constant chaos. Her mind and her mum were at split ends; oh don’t get me started about her hair, because it’s a mess. Words can hardly describe what she does to the frills (or if she even bothers in the first place). Thus, with that alone, this was considered college life suicide.

The stigma really started to set in, and well, life just got a whole lot tougher. Self inflicted, you might say…Neh. She loved sleep, who doesn’t? It’s just that time was rarely on her side, so don’t mind the daily mad-hair-days.

Getting your own clique was really essential in school, it’s your safety net, your refuge, your life (in school), basically. It’s essentially that animal instinct, that herd mentality; stick close and it’s harder to break (either you or the other bloke). Well yeah, that’s what she did, but of course, not all cliques actually click.That nagging pain of being the isolated one didn’t just get at her; Mr X did get some flak, moral flak. He didn’t have his own clique either, but surviving by being nomadic proved better than brooding around the same boring crowd (apart from the occasional longing to settle down of course). That was when he decided. He went over and sat on that bare bench, the only table in the entire canteen during “peak-hour recess”, with only one person.

I see 2 ways, 1 way I've seen it

Part 2: (or so the saga continues :)...)

Mr X knew something was wrong with her; simple social dynamics like in the class room and she’s already hapless about it. Maybe he was slightly more observant and caring. Or maybe he just cared. Sometimes other girls think he’s trying to hit on them. Sometimes, they’re just obnoxious; just a little. Mr X too wasn’t too bright, but what he had was something no one else could imagine. That little X factor in him always never failed to show. Being blown away was a common feeling others had when they were around him. X never boasted; but he did get quite pumped up in hot air…Sometimes, sometimes. He thanks God for everything he has, maybe that’s what sets him apart. Perhaps, I would say.

Like mentioned earlier, school was the metaphorical battlefield for the both of them. Nonetheless, that’s how soldiers from all walks of life are forced to work together. That’s when she met him. Under all the artillery fire of homework and common tests, they both realised their synergistic ability; debate. Their constant crossfire would keep them ahead of the lagging class in G.P, no doubt about that. Indeed in showed in the common tests.

He did his prayers, his minute-or-so morning devotion. Sometimes at night he’d pray for his friends to be saved and healed. Sometimes he’d forget, but not because he didn’t care, he definitely did; but he just couldn’t hold his guts together. It would seem an infinite number of opportunities would have slipped past the slits in his tattered fate. Even so, the atheist friend of his…called it faith.

Reader discretion. All characters here are seriously ficticious. Any resemblence to the author (as some dumbass readers you guys may be) would be a mere effing coincidence ^_^

born-stub

No wonder its hard to live;

estranged lovers walking far,

really far.

I don't give a shit,

never daunted I say,

everyday brings new hope

New life, new light

Started on my little story for the holidays....hope it's interesting :DDDD

Part 1:
Mr X and Ms Y were friends. A peculiar couple of people you could say. Their height difference was over half a metre; their weight difference was, well, about 40 kilos. This relationship of pals really can’t stand the pressure of a…pressure cooker. I guess time will tell.

Ms Y suffered from schizophrenia, she didn’t tell many people about it. It was a silent disease and battle she had being fighting since Primary 6. PSLE and the big “O” must have got to her I guess. When she entered Pre-U, things got a little out of hand; nothing really drastic in the eyes of a normal bloke, but Ms Y really had everything going against her; almost.

That was when Mr X crossed her path. He wasn’t the classic knight in shining armour or the suave stud that’ll sweep her off to safety. Sadly no, not every story has a beautiful end.

This one’s…a sad one.

The Inconvenient Truth

Silver it was predicted. Silver it was. SYF wasn't the best run as Sarizah said...I'd second that, but HEY! Silver's still something LA. Thanks to everyone. Team PJ Too-late-for-Hitler-but-not-for-us-HOOAH!

Whoots. GP's ova and I tell you, I loved the AQ. Never had I the chance to speak that liberally, but the exam gave me the one and only opportunity. ^_^ Thanks PJ (once again, rare but yea) :)

The ISD is really up to our collar pins and button holes. Matt's a clear indication of that. Go ask his fervent spruncing. :D hoo hoo.

Fooling around with some image warping nonsense...I call it "Descencion to Earth". :D.....muaaahhaahaha -__-

Oh and Lit. camp is one big.. SHIE LE? XD lolzxzzzx

IN GOD WE TRUST

19 hours. PJ will either make history or continue the streak. Seeing our rugby guys get bronze really pumps the school pride in for us....at least for me la I guess.

I already anticipate missing the times we drama people were together. The times the ex J2s gave out pizza to welcome us....to the times we had to re-elect the exco, to the tons of sweat me and cyn got out for the 1.9k set that looks like SHIT. Thanks man. Thanks for sharing vodka when I was stressed :D

SYF is not a festival

It's a artistic battle

This IS WAR

75 hours and counting...

PHEW. Tough week. The weekend is really needed I tell you. R&R.

Mon.'s the final rehearsal and then that's it. Half an hour on tues. afternoon with prove whether Drama has been any good for the past 6 months.

Currently mathing and cheming... 3 tests ahead GP, Bio, Math.

Plus 1 wrist strain and a bloody carpet burn (as in literal blood). It's more of burnout than stressed out. Long hours are just draining.

Damp lanes

Slumber sewer

walks. Tired darkness

fading.

Solitude

Cobble stones and the drip drop

of the after rain.

Presipitates the glass

across the vast road.

.....zzz....can't I slack for once :*

PS: The fun run and being gay tiger really brought life after all ^.^