Dear Diary... CFTH meeting! vendredi 31 juillet 2009
CFTH FTW! (: For some reason, I felt like a first year art student at LaSalle. lols.
Anyway we had our first meeting with Ms Cheong, our organisation's adviser. Well, I must say that she really have brought us back on the ground! We, or I had big ambitions, like big big campaign at some shopping mall or something.
But then she got us to think of the cost, time etc. And told us what big companies would be thinking when they consider sponsoring a charity. They want publicity, they want big big organisations to talk about, so they probably wouldn't care two hoots about us. Which is sad, and that was after all, my inspiration for my previous exposé, Charity Exposed. Companies don't sponsor charities out of benevolence, but because there is something they can exploit.
Any companies willing to prove us wrong? (: (reverse psychology. lols)
yah. So we are looking at things at a more micro scale now. We'll go small scale first, then we'll get experience from our first campaign, then probably do something larger in 2011.
For now, focus on O levels and do well enough to get noticed and into NJC (:
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {22:18}
Dear Diary... Express Service
Mr Tan finally marked all of my essays for me today! (: haha
He marked them all today afternoon in a short span of 1 and a half hours. We went through all the essays I have written for him and he have not marked. haha. One dated back to March!
After today's session, we have both come to a conclusion that I am truly more adept at writing expositions rather than narratives.
The 3 narratives I have written scored really low marks.
My Essay on Poverty - 15/30 Time - 17/30 Faith - Fail, "I don't think I want to give a mark for this [la]"
sigh.
My Expositions.
Charity Exposed (Mr Tan said, "that's an oxymoron!") - 21/30 Good logic, but I needed to put in some examples. Felt like a thesis with no justification, that's why I only got a 21.
Media Exposed - 23/30 Strong Level 2 essay. To make it to level 3, write on how to improve the media. (: okay, I didn't think of that, but if I did my essay would hit a thousand words!
Mr Tan is considering starting an Exposition class to cater to students who are more adept at writing expositions, so he can help us polish our exposition writing skills. Most probably I'll do exposition for O levels, unless a freak topic like "how to control crowds" comes out, like in 2001.
Cross fingers. Improve on EXPO! haha
I'm starting to love the languages a lot.
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {16:13}
Dear Diary... Schumacher coming back! jeudi 30 juillet 2009
Woohoo! Mikey is coming back to Ferrari to race for them this season until Massa gets well enough to return! Yes, haven't seen Mikey race in a long time. Jiayou Schumacher!
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... math. mercredi 29 juillet 2009
Actually I do. I want my A1 pretty badly.
It's the bane of my life! math. sigh, no matter how hard I try, somehow I don't do well enough. Well, I'm not really failing my two math subjects anymore, but I'm not doing well enough for them.
):
Sigh. And I have no time to do any of Mr Leong's practice papers. Others may decide to do their homework selectively, but I insist on prioritising and doing those that need to be handed in first, before proceeding on to revision and other less important things. Furthermore, I still have tuition homework! ): And, the worst of all, math tuition homework, and they come in tonnes.
So I really have no time to do any of Mr Leong's practice papers! Yes, I know my excuses sound lame, but that's how tight my schedule is! I'm already forgoing my recess to do homework. I'm sleeping past midnight to do my homework. And as much as I try, I only have enough time to finish enough homework, and no more. So, I can never reach Mr Leong's practice papers at the foot of the mountain. ):
Although he says that those are 'practice papers' and we may do it at our own pace, I doubt he means what he says. One of these days, he'll ask,"Have you done any of the practice papers?"
This is probably what it would sound like.
DL: have you done any of the practice papers? me: erm, no. DL: why?! your math is so poor and you are not putting in any effort to improve your math. So many math papers given to you for so long already and you have not even finished one? me: I got no time... DL: What no time, how many weeks already!
Then he'll shake his head really vigorously and give me that look. yes, that look, that dreaded look. That look that I hate.
Sigh, that's soo gonna happen soon.
I hate math, really. Maybe it's the teacher.
I need a teacher that makes me like math. (No one has managed to make me like math before) It's quite amazing how my math used to be good before I was in Primary Five.
Turn back time?
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... Whisper mardi 28 juillet 2009
It just looks really cute. (although it's a sad story.)
From Harper's Island
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {22:15}
Dear Diary... Replay.
Look at that! haha. Reminds you of the good times?
When I watched the video I couldn't help but start laughing at their drama. the video also made me realise how much we have grown up and changed. Toon Yang and Lewis don't look like that anymore. Much taller. Not so chubby. And Toon Yang has gotten new spectacles.
But apart from changes in appearances, I guess they have really matured a lot too! I didn't really like them last time. You know, having fun to this extent can be quite disruptive in class. yup. But as we moved on to the Upper Secondary levels, things change, fun things (like that crazy video) are very much appreciated. Especially during this stressful Secondary 4 period, our class is more than glad to watch their crazy farces.
I love their comedy. (: They should be stand up comedians, totally. Too bad the Toon Yang dinosaur video isn't on youtube anymore.
The days when we were younger...
(: Fun stuff.
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {21:00}
Dear Diary... Bad News ):
Massa has woken up. His motor functions are normal, he is able to move his amrs and legs freely and communicate with his family, which is good!
But the bad news is that there are doubts about his return to Formula 1 after the horrific accident at Hungaroring. His neurosurgeon said that although he is making a speedy recovery, there are doubts on whether the eye damage and other injuries would hinder his return to Formula 1.
His eye really looks bad. But Hope he really does get well and get back to racing. I didn't catch him in Singapore last year, and if he's not gonna race again, I'm so gonna regret it.
Forza Massa!
And essays. I think I should write another essay soon. It'll be another exposé. It'll have a mundane one word title, Education. However, it'll have a powerful caption that should leave us all in some extent of suspense: Hooked on instant gratification. (:
Hope to be able to start on it soon.
Sigh, I hate Thursdays. It's coming.
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {15:18}
Dear Diary... Forget the wedding bells people. lundi 27 juillet 2009
We just need an R&B tune.
Probably not the most posh wedding ever, but definitely the most fun and joyful one. haha.
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {15:43}
Dear Diary... Forza Massa dimanche 26 juillet 2009
this is. super. sweet.
Jiayou Massa! We're all behind you!
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {22:55}
Dear Diary... For a Lifetime
Saw this on sis' blog. Interesting.
"When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support,
To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.."
"Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.."
"Thank you for being a part of my life, Whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime."
Au Revoir
yongliang
I hope you are a lifetime.
he closed his diary at {22:27}
Dear Diary... Ocean Pacific Strain File
(: (: (:
Woohoo. Got myself a new strain file from Ocean Pacific (:
Loud Colors ♥
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {16:13}
Dear Diary... Felipe Massa High-Speed Crash
omigosh. Felipe Massa crashed at the Hungaroring in Hungary during yesterday's Qualifying Session 2. He was knocked out by a loose damper spring that came off Rubens Barichello's car that flew up the circuit and damaged Felipe's helmet and dazing him. This caused Felipe to drive at full speed into a tyre wall in turn 4.
He was airlifted after being check at the circuit's medical centre. He has a skull lesion, a cut in the forehead, a concussion and wrist injuries. He will not be racing in today's race. );
Sigh, streak of bad luck for Ferrari. Last year, Massa's championship could already have been confirmed in the Singapore leg of the race if his car hadn't been so unreliable. His engine has been cut off in Australia and Hungary to name a few. Probably, the only reason Hamilton got the championship was that Massa had been unlucky with his car, and no one else was as big a threat to Hamilton as Massa.
Argh. And this year, the F60 had not been good for the first half of the season. A pretty slow-moving car. New sets of upgrades were put in race by race and the car became faster and this crashed happened. Sigh. What's to be to be, what's not to be not to be.
You can clearly see a spring flying at him at 0.02 and at 0.28
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {09:43}
Dear Diary... Spotlight lyrics vendredi 24 juillet 2009
Hannah Montana Spotlight
So, may I have your attention? Look in my direction Here you'll see the sun never sets No, we don't have to worry Never in a hurry One by one the stars go to bed And I step into the spotlight again Can't help myself, I've got to be Where the lights are shining down on me Wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run Gonna bring the party when I come Sing it out if you wanna have some fun
And into the spotlight we will go Follow me cause babylife's a show Into the spotlight, you will see It's the only place to be
Oh, the music's like a magnet The best thing on the planet It's pulling us together again So, let's cause a commotion Sound waves on the ocean Wake the moon and grab your best friend Let's step into the spotlight again
Can't help myself, I've got to be Where the lights are shining down on me Wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run Gonna bring the party when I come Sing it out if you wanna have some fun
And into the spotlight we will go Follow me cause babylife's a show Into the spotlight, you will see It's the only place to be
{Turn it up!} If you're down-hearted {Let the music!} Get us started Gotta let it go once in a while {Turn it up!} There's nothing to it {When it's done!} We'll just re-do it Might as well have fun, have fun in this life
Can't help myself, I've got to be Where the lights are shining down on me Wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run Gonna bring the party when I come Sing it out if you wanna have some fun
Can't help myself, I've got to be Where the lights are shining down on me Wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run Gonna bring the party when I come Sing it out if you wanna have some fun
And into the spotlight we will go Follow me cause babylife's a show Into the spotlight, you will see It's the only place to be
Into the spotlight, you will see It's the only place for me
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... Homework marathon
The arrival of the weekend marks the end of this week's homework marathon. I have finished all of my weekend homework before the weekends even started (: muahaha. Tell me you're impressed.
However, I still have got lots of tuition homework to finish ): Sigh
I originally made it a point to clear up all my homework as soon as possible this week so as to be able to attend my CFTH meeting tomorrow without worry and dine happily with the ladies (and gentlemen) of CFTH.
Unfortunately, Dong Lum and E Yang have to be quarantined until next week because they have gotten a fever. ):
Sigh.
Mug Mug Mug.
I'm just really tired now. And a little sad.
Cos I screwed up my Bio Practical Test (SPA) very badly. I didn't know the Balsam Plant is a land plant arghh. The experiment that I planned was for water plants.
Sigh. I'm dead. The maximum mark I can possibly get now is 3/4, but I expect a 2/4. Sigh. There goes 5% of my Bio O Level score. ):
Silvana was made to stand in class today. haha. That's funny. Must have been sleeping again.
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... Things that make me happy and relaxed after a school day (: jeudi 23 juillet 2009
As our world develops and progresses, schooling becomes an increasingly stressful period of our lifetimes. Somehow or another, we have to channel this stress away, so as to face tougher challenges ahead. Being an excitable person, almost anything can make me feel happy and relaxed. However, there are three things that make me the most happy and relaxed at the end of a school day.
As soon as I unlock the door to my house when I return home, a pleasant aroma would waft to the door. Immediately, I can identify what my grandmother has prepared for lunch. A pleasant and aromatic home-cooked meal after a stressful day is always one of the things I most look forward to. Grandma never forgets to fry an omelette for me as it is one of my favourite foods ever since I could chew. The omelette will be fried till it has a pretty golden-brown colour, then grandma will garnish it with small slices of ham. Usually, grandma will also prepare fried rice with the previous night’s leftovers. Despite being leftovers, grandma always has a way to make it look appetizing and taste great. Like the old saying goes, “A hungry man is an angry man.” After having my filling and toothsome lunch, my stomach and I are so content that even my tummy smiles.
Musicians often say that music is the key to our souls. I cannot disagree. Listening to uplifting music as I do my assignments never fails to lift my spirits no matter how tired I am. Even if I was very depressed that day, listening to a happy tune or two will definitely bring my smile back. Some of my favourite bands and singers are U2, an Irish rock band, Taylor Swift, an American country singer and Jason Mraz, and American pop singer. The rhythmic beats and quick tempo of their music always seems to make me more productive and relaxed, exactly the thing I need after a stressful day at school, listening to the droning of old, bald teachers. Music is the brilliant sounds that soothe my ears after being tormented in school.
Last, but definitely not least, chatting on web messaging services. I usually would sign in on Windows Live Messenger promptly at 8 post meridian. Right until nine, I would share anecdotes and the day’s experiences with close friends and some members of my extended family, most of which are also schooling like me. The funny anecdotes and jokes we share with each other would send me rolling with laughter, and a string of abbreviations like “LOL”, “ROFL” and “LMAO” will appear on the screen to express how hard we were laughing when we saw the jokes and anecdotes. The genuine laughter and happiness from chatting online is priceless. That is why chatting online remains as one of the things that make me most happy and relaxed at the end of a school day.
As long as I have the time to do all three, I would. After all, what better way to prepare for tougher challenges ahead than to cheer yourself up and indulge in your favourite relaxations?
new essay (:
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... Solar Eclipse! mercredi 22 juillet 2009
NOT. It was still so bright. ):
It tot we'd get to see it. Too bad we don't, here in Singapore.
Ah Moo, our MVP goalkeeper for Handball/Hockey/Floorball had gotten a fever this morning. I don't know what happened but he later continued to attend lessons and even played floorball with us. But after recess, his temperature was at 38 degrees again.
But he still looked so cheerful and bubbly. :/
H1N1, is that you? If it's you....
GET OUT! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE. X.X
Right.
We did a national education Nation Building quiz today. I guess our class is far too academically orientated. Cos we all answered the questions, but didn't bother to build assets. And in the end, I only got senior builder ):
So much for not reading the instructions and answering all the questions...
And during Chinese class, our teacher discussed about a few presidential assassinations. And along with it, were plenty of English-Chinese puns. haha. Hilarious.
And, today was also Samuel's birthday! Our class gave him a whole set of CDs, which we have drawn on. The biggest surprise was that Lewis, Timothy and Toon Yang managed to get Ms Liang, the teacher Samuel has an immense crush on to write her well-wishes on a disc! I wonder what Timothy, Lewis and Toon Yang did for her to agree to do that for Samuel! haha.
He also recieved a voodoo doll and plenty of other things haha. Then, we ended the 'celebrations' with the classic pile-up. (:
School had to end early today to accommodate for the students who were taking their Chinese GCE O level Listening Comprehension. So, the rest of us got to go home early! haha. I tuned in to 92.4 FM at 3pm and did the Listening Comprehension for fun! (: haha.
It's slightly more difficult than last year's, but still manageable! haha. They'll get their A1s, definitely! (:
Cross your fingers people!
And, good news people!
Taylor Swift is gonna release a deluxe edition of her FEARLESS album! There'll be new tracks, so buy it when it comes out (:
Yeah, we will do a “Fearless” deluxe re-release. There will only be one more version of the album, but she has so much music that comes out of her. There are some great songs sitting, and she and I were just talking about this last week. Like, “You know what? ‘Sparks Fly’ is a great song, and if we don’t get to that song, you’ll leave it behind and your fans won’t ever get to own it.” So that’s a song that she’s seriously considering for a deluxe re-release.
There are three or four or five things sitting that, with as quickly as she’s growing up, if we don’t get ‘em now, they won’t get out. And she acknowledges that. It goes back to the first album conversation. She didn’t really want to put “The Outside” and “A Place In This World” on the first record. I said, “They’re so important and they’re such great songs, if you don’t put them on the first record, we’ll never get to ‘em.” And she was nice enough to go along with me on that and there’s been a couple times where she’s high-fived me. She said, “You know what? I’m glad we put these songs on this record because they made the record so real.”
So that’s where she is right now. We’ve had a couple things that have happened musically during the “Fearless” campaign that will be part of a “Fearless” deluxe edition and that’s for the fans. We’re not going to shove a million copies of a re-release out there. We’re pretty knowledgeable about what the super fan wants, and so we’re going to make just enough to fulfill that need and desire. Also we very specifically, from day one, established her as a fourth-quarter artist. So there will be people going into the stores in the fourth-quarter saying, “I want to buy a Taylor Swift gift for my daughter/sister/girlfriend/whoever it is.” We’re not going to disappoint.
YESSS. This super fan wants the new album and new songs sung by that beautiful voice/girl/lady/person/babe/chick/singer/TAYLOR.
Au Revoir
yongliang
I love you Taylor, I hope you love me too.
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Dear Diary... Love is powerful
I'm waiting for CL O levels to start haha. Even though I have already taken the listening comprehension last year, I'm gonna listen to this year's anyway! haha. Support my classmates! haha. (:
hourglass! candle! mailbox! open mailbox! yin-yang hourglass!
lols. Wingdings is super cute
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... Disgusted
A few months ago, my mum showed me an award-winning short film called Chicken à la carte. Today, my teacher showed our class the video.
how can someone's laughter bring me close to tears?
This is one of those films that make me sad everytime I watch it. It is also one of those films that make me thankful for being born to an average family, with enough to eat, with clothes to wear, with a bed to sleep on and a blanket to hide under and a roof over my head.
Today, not only did the film make me thankful for being fairly well-to-do, it also made me thankful for not being fed with a silver spoon. After hearing the comments of some of my more affluent classmates, I was so glad I was not born to an affluent family and was never indulged in ever since I was young.
My birth in an average family kept me healthy and warm, and at least alive. And it also allowed me to keep in touch with reality. I never lost touch with the forgotten of our society, neither have I given up my dreams and aspirations. That's the gift of being average.
I was disgusted by the comments some of them made after our teacher showed us the film. The most striking comment I heard was, "Wah! They live a so [sic] f*cked up life also still [sic] pray!?" The cliche 'etched in my mind' description was a mere understatement to how deeply I will remember that comment. That scene in the film was supposed to be a slap in our faces. While we are complaining about not having a pay rise, the government taxing us too much, not being able to go overseas for a holiday, at another part of the world, there are people simply thankful for what they have in their plates, despite the fact that the only thing they have were leftovers.
Man, I even feel guilty for wanting an iPhone.
Now that you've seen the video, do you know how to speel the word 'content'? Is it no more a vestigial word to express the happiness of the present to you?
I guess it is only apt to post this again.
If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who won't survive the week.
If you have never experienced the the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 20 million people around the world.
If you attend the church wedding without fear or harassment, arrest, torture or death, you are more blessed than almost 3 billion people around the world. (yes, it's a B, not a M)
If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and a place to sleep, you are richer that 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy. If your parents are still married and alive, you are rare. Especially so when compared to those in the United States. If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not. If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer the healing touch that has been given to everyone of us. If you can read this at all, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read anything at all. Au Revoir
yongliang
be thankful people. lucky souls we are.
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Dear Diary... Hoho funny airports! dimanche 19 juillet 2009
Dear Diary... A family discussion with a happy outcome.
Finished my English homework! We were supposed to do an essay, so I decided to choose a narrative this time; A family discussion with a happy outcome.
“No! You cannot!” My mum shrieked at the top of her voice in between sobs. My mum could not calm herself down despite my dad’s reassurances.
“But mum, it’s perfectly safe. Even if it’s not, I’m going to have to do it! I am Alvin’s only hope. He’s now in that stinking hospital bed waiting for my marrow and I’m still here arguing with you!” I retorted. I could feel my blood rushing through the veins in my head. I was peeved. How could my mother be so selfish?
Alvin and I were best of friends ever since our primary school days. He was from Hong Kong and had a very strong accent when we were in Primary One. Even though it was really difficult to make out what he said, we got along very well. I was an only child and had always wanted to have a sibling to care for and play with. Alvin seemed to be like a gift from heaven, an answer to my wishes. He was a friend that was as close to me as a blood brother would have been, someone who would always hear my complaints and crack jokes to cheer me up whenever I was feeling blue.
The heavens were so kind to give me a “brother”, but they were now going to take him away from me. Alvin had been diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. The disease had already progressed on to the third stage and he needed a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. I thought the heavens gave me a chance to save me when the doctors told me I was a compatible donor after I had a blood test. However, my mother refused to allow me to go under the knife.
“You are the Mun family’s only descendant. What are we going to do if something goes horribly wrong! You are our only son! Do you wish to see us without children to care for us when we are old?” My mother bawled.
I was at my wits end. One was my best friend I regarded as my brother, my closest kin. And the other was my parents who were depending on me to carry on the family line, as well as too tend to them when they are older. It felt as if the heavens were toying with me. I was at a loss. I did not know how else I could reassure my mother. I could not promise her my safety, nor could I watch Alvin die. I had to make a decision.
“Mum, do you remember the time Alvin saved my life? I had a sudden cramp in my leg and was struggling in the pool. If not for Alvin’s quick reactions, I would have perished!”
My mum wiped her tears off her cheeks and rolled her eyes upwards as if to shut the tap that was allowing the tears to flow. I could see her irises dilate and she sighed.
“Yes I do. He saved your life…” She said between sniffs. My dad, who had his protective arm around my mother’s shoulders, also began to tear. He nodded as we spoke.
“And do you remember the time our son had that terrible car accident. If not for Alvin’s blood donation, our son could have died!” My dad said as he patted my mother’s right shoulder with his protective arm, as if to slowly coax her into allowing me to save Alvin.
I bowed my head and clasped my hands as if in prayer. Pea-sized tears began rolling down my cheeks. I made my decision. I was playing heaven’s little game.
“Mother, I would be safe. I promise you. Should anything really happen to me, Alvin could take care of you. Surely he would! He treats us like family like the way we treat him! And shouldn’t family members help each other? I need to help Alvin! No one else can!” My soft whispers eventually became intense screams as I spoke to my mother. I could not hold it in anymore.
My mother crumbled again under the pressure. She shielded her face with her right palm and began to sob.
“Why must this happen? Why Alvin? Why you?”
I was stunned when I heard those words. I did not know how to answer my mother. Why did heaven choose Alvin. Why did heaven choose me to be his only savior?
“Because they want to test the strength of their friendship. Brothers do not hesitate to help each other even if it means giving up his own life. Let him go dear.” My father said to my mother.
My father was a soft-spoken person, a man of few words. However, when he speaks, the world listens. His every word was like gold bars. His shrewd business advice had built conglomerates and empires. That day, his words on brotherhood felt more like a key to a chest. The key opened the chest and freed our worries and hesitations.
My mother looked up at my father and nodded slowly. She her tears away again and said, “You’ll be fine. Go tell Alvin the good news. I’m not going to lose my son.”
“No mum! You will not lose me! I will be safe!” I quickly replied, fearing that my mum would think of the worst.
“Not you. Alvin.” A slight smile began to appear on her face. I hugged my parents tightly and began to weep, but those were tears of jubilance and not sorrow.
“Hang on Alvin.” I muttered, as my parents drove me to the hospital.
Heaven lost the game.
Somehow I feel its badly done. No vocabulary! Argh :/ Whenever I need the vocab, nothing comes to mind. When I don't need them, I speak like a British. (ok, maybe not British)
argh. At least give me a 21?
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {00:10}
Dear Diary... Details In The Fabric samedi 18 juillet 2009
Jason Mraz Details In The Fabric
Calm down Deep breaths And get yourself dressed instead Of running around And pulling all your threads saying Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it But, if it's a broken heart then brace it If it's a broken heart then face it
And hold your own Know your name And go your own way Hold your own Know your own name And go your own way
And everything will be fine Everything will be fine Mmmhmm
Hang on Help is on the way Stay strong I'm doing everything
Hold your own Know your name And go your own way Hold your own Know your name And go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine Everything
Are the details in the fabric Are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow Hell, no reason, go on and scream If you're shocked it's just the fault Of faulty manufacturing.
Yeah everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Everything
Hold your own And know your name And go your own way
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) Are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way) Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?
Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name) Hell no reason go on and scream If you're shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way) Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Hearts will hold
Au Revoir
yongliang
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Dear Diary... I'll never be fat...i think. vendredi 17 juillet 2009
There are people who ask me why I'm not putting on weight and growing fatter, since I'm eating like choc cookies in school for recess everyday! I never really knew of a reason until today! haha.
I think it must be due to my love for standing. haha (:
I stood from Orchard to Marina Bay to Bishan. (:
haha. Probably that's how I burn my calories. haha.
Ya, and I'm tired now. Anyway I went to Orchard after school to meet the crew. We met each other for the first time, although I knew 3 of the 6 of us who came! We discussed a lot. Brainstormed! Tried to think of new ideas forthe Have a Heart campaign. So, we certainly are progressing well!
And, I'm glad to declare the applications for joining us open again! We're looking for more people to join the Committee of Creativity (???) and Programmes committees.
The Creative Director is Keziah. And her assistant is Tan E Yang. People who are creative, and willing to give, please join!
The Programmes Coordinator is Pang Ling Ling. And her assistant is Cheah Dong Lum.
So, people who are good at making ideas reality, join us!
So, people who are interested please send an email to charityfromtheheart@gmx.com In your email, please tell us who your are and your contact email. Also, attach a WORD DOCUMENT. In it, there should be a brief bio of yourself. And a list of your strengths and weaknesses. Also include a 140 word paragraph on why you would like to join us!
This weekend got a lot a lot a lot a lot of homework. :/ argh.
I should start now. seriously. But I can't get my lazy body to get cracking.
Oh yea. Coffee bean didn't allow us to hold our meeting. Dammit. We were not studying. Rahh. So I drew on Silvana's tissue! (no not like biological tissue, I didn't cut her up. Tissue as in tissue paper. You know, those kinda serviette? yea that's the one.)
I drew a heart in the middle. Then at bottom I wrote, "We're not studying, we're CHARITY FROM THE HEART!"
And then I wrote at the top, "have a heart, don't chase us away."
Afterwards, we left. haha (: Burger king was so nice. We didn't even buy anything and they didn't chase us away from our little corner! haha. (Silvana and Lingling bought beverages and a cake at Coffee bean and we still got disturbed)
I'm not going to buy my Cafe Lattes from Coffee Bean :p
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {20:26}
Dear Diary... Tired jeudi 16 juillet 2009
I'm a stretched rubber band. :/ I slept at 0230 this morning! Was rushing through my Chinese homework. More homework dumped on us today!
As of now I've got... Situational Writing Bio 50 MCQ. Elective History, 3 more Source-Based Questions
Gahhh. Luckily history can wait. I'll do situational writing today. I guess I'll do a handwritten one this time instead of doing my usual typewritten work. I'm starting to feel that I'm going to need the penmanship practice. Furthermoe, writing is slower than typing, so hopefully that would buy me more time to think through more carefully before writing!
I'm tired. yawn. Chemistry tuititon later on .
Meeting the crew, (Silvana, Adrian, Keziah, Lingling, E Yang, Dong Lum) tomorrow for our first meeting before we meet Ms Cheong. There's a possibility that we are going to reopen the applications. No promises yet.
The organisation's hierarchy has also been restructured. (:
Off to do my English homework!
Au Revoir
yongliang
P.S: Silvana, are you going to do the agenda, or am I doing it :/
he closed his diary at {17:24}
Dear Diary... Harper's Island 2 hour Finale lundi 13 juillet 2009
Right. It's all over. Finally Jimmy and Abby are safe and sound, together. At least I made an accurate prediction, Jimmy and Abby will live and be together. (: hahaha!
But I really never did expect Henry to be the killer. Although by a few hypotheses I made, somehow I think the producers would make Henry the killer, since they had tried so hard to make him seem like the good guy. So I though the producers would make him the killer to create a real shocker for the finale.
But he was too nice to be a killer :/, that explains why he's a psychopath. The killings were all about Abby. Like, seriously. Although Abby and Henry are half-siblings (Abby didn't know until the last episode), Henry liked Abby since young and had remembered what Abby once said to him at the end of his summer holidays. She wished they could be together forever on the Island. And so, that's what Henry did.
Henry knew the only way to bring Abby back to the island was to have his wedding there. To be with Abby forever, he had to kill everyone. Wow. Love is powerful. :/ Madison, that creepy girl and her mum also survived. Thanks to Sully who sent them back with a boat.
Another show of heroism like Shane's. Sully used to be selfish, he once wanted to leave the island, even though the killer warned them that if anyone left the island, Madison would die. But today, he gave up his chance to escape.
And Danny died. He's like that super awesome super nice guy. Sigh. He died while helping Shea and Madison escape.
The police were like super useless in the show! But the ending was awesome. Jimmy and Abby together. (: woohoo!
Finale was super exciting.
Those who didn't watch Harper's Island at all, go watch it! I'm sure you guys have your ways.
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {00:04}
Dear Diary... Poverty dimanche 12 juillet 2009
Just done my revised essay on poverty. Mr Tan wanted us to revise the essays we did for the Preliminary examinations. Some of us asked if we could try the other questions and since he allowed us to, I decided to attempt to write a narrative. Poverty.
Here's the long version, which I think is less likely to pass.
Born to a Chinese mother and a Czechoslovakian father, Štefan had inherited his sleek centre-parted jet black hair from his mother, his sharp angular nose and big blue eyes from his father. Most importantly, he inherited the love for music from both parents. Štefan Kadlec grew up with music. His mother and father played the fiddle and the saxophone respectively at a street corner in Chicago, Illinois. Rain or shine, one could always hear the classic Czech tunes resonating from that street corner.
That was the music Štefan grew up with. Since a baby boy, he would bob his head up and down with the rhythm of the tunes his parents played. At night, his parents would cajole him to sleep with Dvorak’s Humoreske or Purcell’s Minuet in G. The Kadlecs, despite being mired in poverty, had big dreams ever. His parents always wished to have the opportunity to play for everyone who appreciated music in Walt Disney Concert Hall. Štefan, at the age of six swore that he would one day be admitted into The Julliard School. Stefan was a master at the violin. His parents marvelled at the way his left fingers flew across the strings above the fingerboard, while his right hand pushed and pulled with fluidity. His fingerwork was near perfect for any violinist, much less a six-year old. His parents were positive that their son would make it to Julliard. They thus scrimped and saved, so that they can afford to purchase a Greyhound ticket for Štefan’s future journey to Julliard in New York City.
Štefan grew up to become a handsome young man that made heads turn. He played with his parents at the street corner whenever he was not at school. Despite failing humanities, science and mathematics, he excelled in the arts subjects. Even his teachers were sure that Štefan was born to become a musician. Štefan practised hard everyday, striving hard towards his dream to entering the most distinguished arts school in the world, Julliard.
After finishing high school and having fourteen years of experience of playing the violin under his belt he packed his bags for New York City. On that summer morning of 4th of July, his parents handed him the Greyhound ticket they have saved up to buy for years. It was a one-way ticket, Štefan had no room for failure. A quick goodbye was all the time they could afford before Štefan was hurriedly ushered into the coach.
On the journey to New York City, Štefan imagined his right forearm to be the fingerboard of his violin, and his left fingers flew back and forth the imaginary fingerboard, playing the Canon in D in his mind. The coach passenger in the adjacent seat could not help but stare at the young musician’s eccentric behaviour.
The coach rolled to a stop at 60 Lincoln Center Plaza. Štefan stepped out of the coach and took in a deep breath of the polluted New York City air. That would be the air he would be breathing if he were to succeed.
Štefan was early. A whole two hours before the scheduled audition. He began preparing. He rubbed his bow with resin, tuned his violin and practised with his right arm again. Time passed quickly and soon it was his moment. Štefan pulled his bow and violin from its case and marched smartly towards the audition room.
Three stone-faced musicians sat behind the mahogany table. Štefan brought his left arm with the bow to his stomach and bowed deeply. After the musicians returned his greeting, he slipped the chin piece under his sharp chin and begun doing what he did best, making music. He let his fingers do the magic again. The fingers jumped all over the fingerboard, producing accurate and audibly pleasing notes. He knew he was at his best today. His fingers tapping at the exact spots, his right arm was pulling the bow very smoothly too, in other words, it was perfect.
However, he still was not accepted. The musicians felt that he played without emotion and could not bring out the sadness of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major, especially the Slow Movement section.
Štefan stepped out of the audition room disappointed. He was at a loss. He had no money for food nor lodging. He could not make his way back to Chicago either. It would take him days to get back to Chicago on foot. Dragging his feet, he slowly walked towards Central Park. The roost of pigeons broke up as Štefan placed his luggage and violin case under the Shingle Oak tree. Štefan did not understand what they meant when they said he was emotionless. He pulled out his violin and played again.
As Violin Concerto reverberated from under Štefan’s tree, a crowd started to form, the pigeons flew back too. There was no doubt the Violin Concerto was full of emotion. As Štefan pulled his bow, he remembered his vow to make it to Julliard, he remembered the hardships and pains his parents gone through to send him to New York City and he remembered his teachers’ well-wishes when he graduated from high school to pursue a life of music. Pea-sized tears started to roll down his cheeks as he played the the last notes of the Violin Concerto. He bowed to his audience in the usual gentlemanly fashion and opened his violin case to keep his violin. To his surprise, everyone started to place notes and coins of all denominations in to his case. Many of them added a “bravo” as they placed their donations into the case. All but one man were polite. He threw a penny at Štefan’s feet, and he smirked. Štefan bent over to pick up the penny and stretched his right palm to the man.
“You dropped your penny, sir.” Štefan said and he reached for his man’s right hand and placed the penny in it.
The man was caught by surprise, and his eyes turned red with anger as he saw Štefan return the penny in such a manner.
“No, I gave you the penny, you keep it.” The man bellowed and threw the penny at Štefan’s feet again.
“Thank you, Sir. Since I did you a favour by picking up and returning a penny you dropped just now, could you return it by picking up this penny for me?” Štefan replied.
The man blushed and walked away with embarrassment. Štefan kicked soil over the penny and whispered, “Goodbye penny, thanks for standing up for me.”
“You were at Julliard just now, weren’t you?” A voice said. Štefan turned around to see a man in his mid-forties. His eyes were as shiny as polished pennies. His thousand-watt grin looked as if it could power all the lights in New York City.
“Yes I did, but I…” The man interrupted before Štefan could complete his sentence.
“Grab your bags, come with me to the hostel.”
Bending over before someone may be a demeaning chore for some; however, what you are picking up is your dignity. Being poor may not be the end, but losing your dignity would.
And here's the shorter version that would probably be more suitable for GCE O level standards:
Born to a Chinese mother and a Czechoslovakian father, Štefan had inherited his sleek centre-parted jet black hair from his mother, his sharp angular nose and big blue eyes from his father. Most importantly, he inherited the love for music from both parents. Štefan Kadlec grew up with music. His mother and father played the fiddle and the saxophone respectively at a street corner in Chicago, Illinois. Rain or shine, one could always hear the classic Czech tunes resonating from that street corner.
Being musicians without opportunity, the Kadlecs lived a frugal life. Despite busking for up to sixteen hours a day, they struggled to make ends meet and provide two meals for their talented son. They were one of many immigrants whom were mired in wretched poverty. Luckily, unlike the other poor immigrants, they were blessed with a talented violin playing son.
Ever since Štefan Kadlec’s youth, he wished to be admitted into the Julliard School and he had worked hard towards achieving that goal. After finishing high school and having fourteen years of experience of playing the violin under his belt he packed his bags for New York City. On that summer morning of 4th of July, his parents handed him the Greyhound ticket they have saved up for years to buy. It was a one-way ticket, Štefan had no room for failure. A quick goodbye was all the time they could afford before Štefan was hurriedly ushered into the coach.
The coach rolled to a stop at 60 Lincoln Center Plaza. Štefan stepped out of the coach and took in a deep breath of the polluted New York City air. That would be the air he would be breathing if he were to succeed.
Štefan was early. A whole two hours before the scheduled audition. He began preparing. He rubbed his bow with resin, tuned his violin and practised with his right arm again. Time passed quickly and soon it was his moment. Štefan pulled his bow and violin from its case and marched smartly towards the audition room.
Three stone-faced musicians sat behind the mahogany table. Štefan brought his left arm with the bow to his stomach and bowed deeply. After the musicians returned his greeting, he slipped the chin piece under his sharp chin and begun doing what he did best, making music. He let his fingers do the magic again. The fingers jumped all over the fingerboard, producing accurate and audibly pleasing notes. He knew he was at his best today. His fingers tapping at the exact spots, his right arm was pulling the bow very smoothly too, in other words, it was perfect. However, he still was not accepted. The musicians felt that he played without emotion and could not bring out the sadness of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major, especially the Slow Movement section.
Štefan stepped out of the audition room disappointed. He was at a loss. He had no money for food nor lodging. He could not make his way back to Chicago either. It would take him days to get back to Chicago on foot. Dragging his feet, he slowly walked towards Central Park. The roost of pigeons broke up as Štefan placed his luggage and violin case under the Shingle Oak tree. Štefan did not understand what they meant when they said he was emotionless. He pulled out his violin and played again.
As Violin Concerto reverberated from under Štefan’s tree, a crowd started to form, the pigeons flew back too. There was no doubt the Violin Concerto was full of emotion. As Štefan pulled his bow, he remembered his vow to make it to Julliard, he remembered the hardships and pains his parents gone through to send him to New York City and he remembered his teachers’ well-wishes when he graduated from high school to pursue a life of music. Pea-sized tears started to roll down his cheeks as he played the the last notes of the Violin Concerto.
He bowed to his audience in the usual gentlemanly fashion and opened his violin case to keep his violin. To his surprise, everyone started to place notes and coins of all denominations in to his case. Many of them added a “bravo” as they placed their donations into the case. All but one man were polite. He threw a penny at Štefan’s feet, and he smirked. Štefan bent over to pick up the penny and stretched his right palm to the man.
“You dropped your penny, sir.” Štefan said and he reached for his man’s right hand and placed the penny in it.
The man was caught by surprise, and his eyes turned red with anger as he saw Štefan return the penny in such a manner.
“No, I gave you the penny, you keep it.” The man bellowed and threw the penny at Štefan’s feet again.
“Thank you, Sir. Since I did you a favour by picking up and returning a penny you dropped just now, could you return it by picking up this penny for me?” Štefan replied.
The man blushed and walked away with embarrassment. Štefan kicked soil over the penny and whispered, “Goodbye penny, thanks for standing up for me.”
“You were at Julliard just now, weren’t you?” A voice said. Štefan turned around to see a man in her mid-forties. His eyes were as shiny as polished pennies. His thousand-watt grin looked as if it could power all the lights in New York City.
“Yes I did, but I…” The man interrupted before Štefan could complete his sentence.
“Grab your bags, come with me to the hostel.”
Bending over before someone may be a demeaning chore for some; however, what you are picking up is your dignity. Being poor may not be the end, but losing your dignity would.
Little change actually, but the shorter version omitted the irrelevant paragraphs at the beginning. Hope it'll help.
Harper's Island 2h finale tonight. YESSS.
Andandand, I'm so going to get a cute dog like this in future! (:
THE PORTUGESE WATER DOG!
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {19:55}
Dear Diary... Yawn samedi 11 juillet 2009
So early in the morning. ): Just finished a Math mock paper. Still got to do my math tuition homework later on when I wake up. Sigh. And then there's also biology homework. :/
So, please contact us if you are willing to volunteer next year for our first campaign, Have a Heart.
Au Revoir
yongliang
he closed his diary at {01:40}
Dear Diary... The Media Exposed vendredi 10 juillet 2009
Yessss! Finished another essay! (: I'm on an exposé frenzy! (: This is like my second one, or third one if you include the one I written during the Prelims on money being able to buy happiness. haha! Here it is, The Media Exposed.
The computer, radio and television have become commonplace items ever since the start of the 21st Century. This has increased the people’s exposure to materials from the media. Definitely, the improvement of communication technologies and the widespread availability of computers, radios and televisions have made the acquisition of information much quicker and easier. However, with benefits come disadvantages and hidden dangers. One such danger, is the negative influence of the media on children.
Although all registered movies that are produced are screened first by a censorship board which will determine the suitability of the film for whichever age group, there has been an increase in number of films with hidden messages and crude sexual humour in PG (Parental Guidance) rated films. In my opinion, such content will inevitably affect a child’s thinking and perception on sexuality and gender; this will develop to become a significant problem. An example of such a film is the 2009 sequel to Transformers, Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen. Although it is rated PG, crude sexual humour was strewn all about in the movie. There was a scene where a small robot started dry humping the female actress, Megan Fox’s leg. Another example of such a scene was when John Tuturro described his location as being “the machine's scrotum”, and the camera zooms into two wrecking balls hanging under the robot. I feel that such content do not belong in a PG rated film which families would watch together. Furthermore, titles as such would attract many young boys whom would be misled by such content.
The television has been our source of entertainment for a few decades already, and it still remains as the primary source of entertainment for many. Drama serials especially, attract many audiences. Singapore’s Channel 8’s 2009 drama, “The Little Nyonya” attracted and average of 1 million viewers per episode, which is about 20.3% of Singapore’s TV viewing audience. A point to be noted is that the 1 million viewers included young children. Internationally, early-evening timeslots are usually reserved for popular shows which are suitable for all age groups, since it is unlikely for children to go to bed at seven in the evening. Since “The Little Nyonya” aired at seven in the evening on weekdays, the drama should be expected to be suitable for all audiences. However, scenes of intimacy were present in the drama. A few examples were the rape scene where Zzen Zhang raped Joanne Aw and the scene where Darren Lim and Cynthia Koh were having a tryst. In my opinion, such scenes which depict intimacy or even immoral sexual intercourse should not be aired on national television, lest it misleads young children.
Music is often described as the key to the soul. Well-crafted lyrics allow listeners to relate to the song. However, in recent years when pop music dominates the charts, it can be discovered that lyrics of modern songs contain hidden messages that are negative in content. One such example is “Butterfly” by Jason Mraz. Sexual content can be found camouflaged in the lyrics of the song, “Taking a moment just imagining that I'm dancing with you/I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes/You've got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about you/And you have your own engaging style, you've got the knack to vivify/And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like/That's if you crash and spend the night”. Two other stanzas, “Curl your upper lip up and let me look around/Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down/And bend your back and ask your hips if I can touch/Well they're the perfect jumping up point/Getting closer to your butterfly” and “And all I need to see/You pull your knee socks up/Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out/Slide over here, climb into my mouth now” also contain hidden messages which are sexual in content. A study by Dr. Brian A. Primack, a paediatrician discovered that people who are exposed to certain messages in music are more likely to copy or emulate what they here. These messages are what doctors believe to be the cause of the increase of cases of teenage pregnancy and underage sexual intercourse. Therefore, I feel that music has becoming unsuitable for teenagers to listen to due to the presence of raunchy lyrics in popular music.
Despite the presence of so many misleading material present in the material, there still are a few which may be beneficial for children and young teenagers in terms of morals and life lessons that can be learnt from them. Some may even be able to express a child’s views on grown-up issues.
Hannah Montana the movie is an example of a movie which can teach children important life lessons. The movie is about a high school student leading a double life. In the day she is a student, while in the evening, she is America’s top pop star. The movie teaches children to always remember their roots and family no matter how popular or capable they become. The movie may also be able to teach children how to cope with life’s problems in a more mature and reasonable manner.
An example of a drama serial which has educational content is Channel 8’s table of glory. It is a story of a son of a laundry shop owner’s journey to achieving his dream of becoming a professional table tennis player. The drama may be able to influence children to always believe in their dreams no matter whatever opinions others may have. It may also be able to teach children to find a passion in life and work hard to achieve their dreams.
Although most present-day songs contain lyrics with sexual content, Jason Mraz’s “Love For A Child” may be a song that many teenagers whom belong to broken families can be able to relate to. The lyrics of the song write of divorce in a child’s point of view. Therefore this song may in turn be able to allow parents to view divorce in their children’s point of view and think twice before making rash decisions. Thus, some good pieces of music may be able to salvage families with strained relationships.
However, such good movies, drama serials and music are far and few in between. To salvage the situation modern day media is in will become a very difficult task. Therefore a lot more effort should be put in by the government and censorship boards to make public media material more suitable for all audience, especially young children.
In conclusion, unless the government, media corporations, censorship boards, psychologists and paediatricians team up to combat the problem of tainted media, the television, internet and airwaves will never be a place safe enough for young children to spend their time in.
I wonder if this one is better than the Charity one in terms of structure and vocabulary. Hope Mr Tan will mark it soon. ):
Until now, Mr Tan has not returned me the narrative I had written on time. it has already been a month.
Biology test tomorrow, haven't studied, but did a 50 MCQ practice paper that Mr Goh had provided. (:
Probably 1 of the thousands of babies born in 1993,
Got his first whack on the ass on the morning of 030993. It was a Friday.
Preparing to face the world now in Catholic High School.
This guy is/was a:
:;Part D UDI:: 2008 (technically, but not in name)
::Part A UDI:: 2009
in the CHS NCC (Air) Unit
::Programmes Coordinator:: of the CHS Prefectorial Board.
::Marksman::! x3
::Orienteer::!
::Outdoor Adventure Leader::
::2 Star Kayaker::
::Bronze Swimmer:: (i'd drown)
::ex-Pilot::
::Pencil artist::
::Vector artist::
::Amateur Photographer::
::Amateur Pool Player::
::Narcissist::
<<@>>>
Last but not least, he THINKS he is a pretty nice guy :) (He actually is.)
He has so many likes, dislikes, and wishes that they have to be put into lists below. read more...
Established since 27 January 2008
Webmaster: yongliang (: users online
Likes ;
NCC AIR CHS
M-16
Snap targets
The Number 3
Pretty things
Beetles :)
♥Stealth : F/A-37 Talon & EDI!!!
Going places with his feet
All living things (:
Reading novels
♥♥♥♥Taylor Alison Swift!!!<3<3<3
♥♥♥Jang Nara <3<3
♥♥♥Elaine Cassidy!<3
♥♥Colbie Caillat
♥♥Dawn Yeoh
♥Drew Barrymore
♥Frens
MACADAMIA NUTS!:D go nutty
Yellow
MILD Pink
red
Anything Ferrari or Schumacher. :)
Chocolates :D
Donut Factory!
Candy Empire :D
White
piano
I
Me
Pool
As
FOUR. They say it's my lucky number.
Likes not ;
从小我就懂得以德报怨,
But i still dislike eco probs and bad grades
Psychological Needs;
MARRY TAYLOR SWIFT
For everything to be smooth sailing...
For everything to be totally all right...
to have new friends
to grow taller 185cm!!!^^
to become stronger
to be a success
to live/leave without regrets
that somethings can be undone...
CFTH FTW! (: 
Actually I do. I want my A1 pretty badly. 
From Harper's Island
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