Words

We speak

and write

and type

and carve.

Words

that express

our thoughts

and nothing else.

Good

or bad,

it's all in your hands.

Delight

or fight,

it's all in how you say it.

Yucks! This piece is disgusting! I don't like it. Anyway, just want to share two of my friend's and my writings with you.

Here's a prayer of interest to all:

"I wish to be simple,

natural,

frank,

clean in mind and body,

unaffected,

ready to say, "I don't know"

if so be it,

meet people on an absolute equality,

face any obstacles,

and meet every difficulty unafraid and unabashed.

I wish to live without hatred,

jealousy,

envy,

or fear.

I wish others to live their lives, too,

up to their highest,

fullest

and best.

To that extent I pray never to

meddle with,

interfere,

give advice that is not wanted,

nor assist when my services are not needed.

If I can help people,

I will do it,

by giving them a chance to help themselves.

If I can uplift

or inspire,

let it be by example,

inference

and suggestion,

rather than by injunction

and dictation."

-Nur Diana

The last thing a girl who has reached puberty should do

is to walk all around Tekka

looking for a karaoke CD

on the first day of her bad week

that comes around once a month!

Oh.

My.

GOD!

-Me

Come! Hold my hand and sing with me!

Here, on Planet Earth

To all of you who cried for me, thinking that I was dead, thank you! But, no. I am still in the pink of health. My heart's beating fine, my blood's flowing well, and there is enough oxygen in the air for me to take in. Oh! And my brain. There's still a little of it left up in my skull. It's just the hormones that have malfunctioned in the last 2 months. See, even now I am talking litter. I mean, rubbish! I just didn't have the mood to type. Not at all. As a result, I couldn't even be bothered by my negligence of my duties as a student leader.

Actually, I am a bit pissed. After such a long time, I have bothered to log in and do something about my dying blog, and all I got was an annoying order by the system to upgrade to the new Blogger version. And now, all my links are lost, my profile and archives are pushed to the bottom of the page and I sit here, lost for words, as I am a total HTML idiot!

Well, well. All is for good, afterall.

Now, I surely wouldn't want to bother you with how I started my year. All in all, it was fine. Not bad. I did feel a little shaky then and then as it's the O's this year. Ooh! O's!

As a student, I have learnt a lot in my 3 years in both SGSS and UPTLC. Thanks to the teachers and all my friends, apart from all the sorrows, my life has been fabulous so far.

A lot more focusing and effort is required this year in terms of academic subjects. So far, I am fine. Except for that darned Chemistry. Yes. Pure Chemistry. Apart from the fact that I am expected to top the level, more effort is required atleast for another 3 more months. reason being, I have been appointed the President for the school's first ever Student's Council board. And I still haven't stepped down as the President of the school choir.

Go ahead. If you think I am blowing my own trumpet, carry on. I don't care. Only those who have been with me as I went through all these will understand. Namely, SARAH! Thanks babe! I wouldn't have been this successful in whatever I have done if not for you! With high positions, come great responsibilities. And as a council president, I have been doing fine for the last one month. I believe and hope that my teachers are happy with me so far. I HOPE!

But, I have to admit the fact that I haven't been the best choir president. I know I haven't done my duties. I haven't been present enough to create an impression. This year especially. Well, to all those out there who think I am doing it on purpose, listen to what I have to say. I am very sorry, but, you are wrong. I don't like to not do my job. If I do, it has to be done properly. But, all this while, I don't feel a part of the choir family. Something in there just stops me from feeling that 'oomph'! That sense of belonging. Too bad. I don't know if it's the people, I don't know if its what we do, I dont know if it's everyone else's ettitude towards the choir. Or, I don't know if it's just me. But, I can assure you, I am losing myself. I cannot find my space in the choir. It feels like I am being pressurised to do something I don't want to. I don't know what's wrong. But, I know, it is all my fault. I blame no one else for what I feel but myself. Just let me apologise. And I hope you accept it. You don't know how bad I feel doing all this. It's all just out of my control. God. I sound bad.

I guess I have said enough. Sometimes, all I can do to stop crying is to cry even more. So that I don't have the strength to cry anymore. Love all.

Come! Hold my hand and sing with me!