Piano pieces

I guess I really am addicted to that stupid Yann Tiersen Guy. Argh. The Amelie theme, Comtine D'un Autre Ete, and Rue de Cascades are all so nice to listen to. The twilight movie's bella's lullaby is noice but doesn't suit the theme.

Staying with the topic... TWILIGHT SUCKED. mostly. Bella is actually pretty. But Edward looks drunk and retarded. Jasper looks like he was constipated and Rosalie looks fat. Jacob's cute when he doesn't have long hair thought.

A Long time

Been reading alot recently. Started on Pendragon. It's alright but not super great heh sorry to you Pen' fans. I really prefer Artemis fowl and Demonata.

Later I have to go out with my mum and cous' to cicak man (STUPID FILM) just because he wants to and the poor guy just kena sunat *ouch*. I got new shorts a tee and A PRETTY NOTEBOOK. Ha hA ha hA. =D I'm high sue me. Its not like anyone reads this. EXCEPT YOU LYSSA and maybe viv when I update that is. He he yeah thanks.

Going to Penang on the 25th. FUN. ah i getta go swimming yar. HAVE FUN IN SINGAPORE LYSSA.

Change

I did write a load of crap just now but it seems my computer hates me. It didn't upload it.

So here is a new post. Damned computer.

The sound a piano makes when its being played properly is such a beautiful sound. Whether its with anger or happiness or sadness it makes the most amazing sound.

I love it. But I can't play it.

I love the cello to. That I can play. well a little bit.

Ha ha maybe VERY little.

Someone I'm waiting for

In the end this is where I begin.

I love that song. I love all their songs. But that particular one somehow makes me feel. happy. Ha ha. I doubt their suppose to do that.

Ah welll its just because I'm so bloody happy at the moment. The retarded thing is I have liquid paper on my fingers. Haha ITS REALLY NAIL POLISH DEARS. IT JUST LOOKS LIKE CRAP.

I know I haven't updated in a while. Lazy. Lack of intrest. Both.

Oh well

I'm Yours- Jason Mraz

I love that song even though it's over played. Everywhere.

I love: On my mind- Damone
I will follow you into the dark- Death Cab For Cutie
Realize- Colbie Calliat

Make me think of somehting special.

Raya now. Very quiet for me cause the family is still kinda mourning. But it's fine. There is more time to study. PMR is almost here and it is kind of scary. =D hehe

Viv I'm sorry u get stuck in crap. BUT YOUR MY POG =D luv u lots.
HANN HANN TO. MISSING U PPL.

I love u viv. lols

i am POG.
penguin. on. guard
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
OH shit I remember that
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
of course you do!
i just reminded you
duh -_-
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
=D
i meant u.
sorry
I meant u remember that?
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
duuuuuh.
POG is my title.
i like it
HMPH
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
lol yes POG.
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
yesterday chris was watching bambi
more like, he downloaded the movie
and watched it
BAMBI
the stupid deer
that can't walk
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
ahahaha
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
we are special ppl
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
yes. we are
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
i meant chris and i. but if you insist, i accept =D
hi special number 3
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
AH no i'm threee!
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
if you want, you can be special leader 1
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
ahaahaha
alright POG I'll be SL1
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
cool
you are officially more retarded than i am
good job
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:

i feellike it now okay.
i'm not depriving u ofg ur special time okay.
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
SEE! pog is infectious!
omg.
when i become some awesome doctor
i'll find this disease
and name it POG.
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
......yes it is called retardism
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
stands for PRE-SYNDROME OSMOSIS ... UH... G... G... GUMBALLS.
wth
i couldn't find a sciency enough name
=/
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
unhuh......when u have a certificate i'll believe you
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
I WILL
i'll name the cure
Be sure when the tidal wave comes. Save yourselves says:
yes yes
v; sic transit gloria... glory fades. [away] says:
ZOEY.

I want to sleep.

My eyelids feel like their carry my cat on them and my head is going to burst. I love death cab. It makes me feel drifty, floaty. Like I'm some where else. I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere where its never silent or can never smell of hospitals. That disgusting clean smell of medicine.

Its sickening.

Random

Reading: To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee.

Quote: Shoot all the Bluejays you want but to shoot a Mockingbird is a sin.

It is a good book. =D

EntryOne. LYN CALLUM. Draft Only.

The droning of teachers really can bore a person half to death. That's why students improvise.

Pretending: To take down notes, to laugh at their dumb jokes, to not be asleep during their lectures.

The list goes on.

By three thirty the bell that ends the school life has rung and most of the students have made it out the door before the teacher.

I supposed I was one of them, on a usual day. But today I was especially slow. I did not want to rush I did not want to have the fast paced rush of adrenaline.

Today was slow on purpose.

I leaned over to the left of my table to grab my bag from its hook. As I leaned over I noticed a small square of cream folded paper sticking out from my bag. On plucking it out of my bag I noticed it had my name written backwards, NYL, on it.

I look around to see I was the only one left. But as I was about to open it I heard the odd sound of my best friend hollering for me. I sighed, tucked it into my pocket, grabbed my sling-bag, and exited the room.

Outside Vix Dale was leaning against the lockers talking to Bob.

Vix had been my friend for four years now. Ever since Hannah introduced us at her birthday and then when we moved into the same neighborhood. Just luck I guessed.

Vix was a wild yet composed person if it was even possible to say that. She was smart and organized but hated to do boring things and liked experimenting in every way.

Look wise she was slightly shorter than me, slightly pale, Ebony black hair until her waist with a long side fringe, and dark midnight blue eyes that sparkled.

She was beautiful. That was what she thought and so did the rest of the school.

Anyway, Bob noticed me and waved. Vix turned around grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the stairs to go down.

After two flights she slowed down. "Thank you... for saving me. God that boy is annoying. Before you came out he was jumping on my shoulders. One day... One day... I will get revenge," said Vix, exasperatedly.

I let out an ah and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah I know. Then he'll have no manlyness cause of castration," I said. She made an "ouch" face and laughed.

"Okay enough about Boob. I want to ask you something. Plaese please say yes," she said. I stared at her curiously, wondering if I should be worried.

"There is a party at my dad's club please please come with me because Charleen has the flu and I have no one to go with. I'll be lonely..." she said very fast.

Entry one. Draft only.

Small Vix entry - Vivi's.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Inhale. Exhale. Think sad. Think gory. Think bad.
At this moment a certain girl of sixteen years named Vix Dale was trying her very best not to explode with laughter. But even thoughts of car crashes and torturing penguins could not keep her from shaking with glee.

The cause of this situation came in the form a boy named Bob Giledoor. Ever since the beginning of their recess he had been spewing word after word of ridiculously funny crap. Poor helpless Vix was subject to this torment for half an hour before the boy toddled off somewhere to communicate with his Chinese[mandarin] friends.

She was left to try and calm herself down but seemed unable to and her body could not take much more laughter. It didn't help that her best girlfriend was not in sight. At least she could have chased Bob away earlier, thought Vix.

These were the reasons why she was holding her breath and seemed to turn blue almost purple. Just as all hope seemed lost a hand collided with her back and made her yelp out in pain.

Furious, she turned to see the best friend, named Lyn Callum, she had been hoping for earlier, standing their grinning. "Sorry darl. I forgot that leaving you all alone with Giledoor was a bit bad for your health. But I was in the library finishing up world history homework," the girl stated.

Vix glared at Lyn nonetheless. "Violent feral koala," she growled. "HEY. No name calling penguin. You still luv me anyway," countered Lyn, shaking a finger at he shorter girl.

Vix grinned evilly. She huffed, turned her chin up and mumbled a taunting "Maybe," at Lyn.

Lyn mock cried out, hurt. Vix just snickered at her.
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Crap- dedicated to Vivian Cheah

Contemplation.

1. Deciding on coming to school the next day
2. Deciding whether she should date the idiot she loves*(maybe)

Realization

1. That she might miss both Sej and BM if she skips
2. That she had to spend 120-110 on a new phone screen
3. That she is so blur. =D

Love ya vivy. not gay.

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BLA

“Constance Giovanni,” called the teacher. His bright blue eyes scanned the room until they rested on the raised hand. It belonged to a girl sitting right at the back beside the window. Her dark grey eyes pierced his and he quickly ticked her name and moved on. “Darren Sanders,” was next called. The boy asleep sitting next to Constance snorted and drearily raised his gloved hand. The teacher ticked his name as the boy yawned and rested his head on his arms again.

“Evan Baxter,” The dirty blonde boy in front of Constance raised his hand and grinned making the teacher uneasy. Ticking the name and moving on he finished the list in the next ten minutes. The class watched him intently as he shuffled through the papers of their class records. They were the worst class in the grade. But their test results were the best. Their studies were up to date. It amazed most of the teachers that such adolescent students had time to study or even picked up their text books. But they got used to it. Now a new teacher has come and he has to learn, not to mess with his class. He was appointed as their homeroom teacher. The last made a grave mistake and moved into a mental asylum.

When Alexander Emile read this he was not frightened or disturbed just annoyed that they had not told him anymore than that. He looked at the students over again once more and adjusted his glasses. His eyes cold as Constance’s stared at them and his lips curled into a devilish smile. “My name is Alexander Emile, Mr. Emile to you. As you should already know I am your new homeroom teacher. I’m very sorry to hear about your last teacher and hope we will get along better,” he said. Emile leaned against the desk and waited for someone to say something.

The dirty blonde named Evan raised a hand lazily. “Yes Mister Baxter?” “Um… what like subject will you be um… like… teachin’, dude?” he said. Darren snorted awake again and looked at Emile drearily. “Dude… A studs’ in ma room…man…” he said. Constance threw her text book with amazing grace and it whacked Darren smack dab in the face. Darren fell out of his chair and smacked his face on the floor. “The studs’ a teacher, twit. Wake up for god sake,” said Constance. The class erupted in laughs. This was normal for them.

She grinned. Emile blinked. She was grinning at him. His lips curled into a smile. “Thank you Miss Giovanna,” he said politely. “Your welcome, Mr. Emile,” she said. “Ho-SHIT. Did you just?” said Darren. She glared at him again and he slumped down back into his seat. He looked at Constance who was grinning.
This is an interesting class, he thought. He didn’t know the half of it.

It scared him.

He felt for the chair behind him and just let his body fall limply onto it. A chill ran through his body and he shuddered. The room was silent to the maximum. It was deafening to him. There was no sound, no clatter, no breath, no warmth of another. He was alone. Completely alone.

Tears. Hot glistening tears streamed down his cheeks. He gripped the table with such intensety that one would think it might break. His heart was in pain. This pain, he would never in his life show anyone.

He had not cried. Not since he found the body on his balcony. His father's body.

It was cold. Cold and lifeless.

The day he saw the body he cried so much that he could not cry for a another week. The minute he saw the body his own body took control. The tears came out by themselves. He did not even notice until Haiden came to pick him up and found him like that.

He had touched the body. It was cold and soft. Soft like silky tissue soft. Not like human flesh soft.

But that did not disturb him. It was the eyes. His father's glassy brown eyes filled with emptiness. It was as if they followed him. They stared and stared at him. Only him. That scared him the most. Whenever he was alone, whenever he closed his eyes they were there.

Haunting him.

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Excrept from my story in progress hopiong you like it. Trying to do description.

Zoey=D
Ps. yes I have touched a dead body before. Human.

say PUNK

I do not know why but today people said I looked punk... Hehe just cause I rolled my short sleeves and had only one ring earing in. Sweat.

Oh well. Today was rather tiring. Sick. Had food posioning from some fried rice I ate. Damn I have shitty luck. Ah viv keeps nagging for me to get Facebook even if it private. Yes yes Vivy I will get one. Sometime......=d

Ah manga....

Persuasion. What is the meaning of persuasion. It has many meanings. But you can go and look for them your self.

Nuetral Feeling

Do you ever feel stuck between being happy and something else not close enough to sadness?

Its weird. I do not know whether to still feel upset about something that I should not be about because everybody else thinks I should not. Is that right, I ask you? I am... confused to say the least.
Everything else for me is fine. But I hate men. I hate them and love em. I hate them for hurting me and thinking they did not just cause I smile. But I love them because my heart aches as I watch them. Meaning I still like them no matter what people say.

I am scared.

So very scared.

I do not know how to comunicate well therefore people think I am stuck up most probably. I have no idea how to tell my friends at all. So I write. I write and write and write and draw. I get to see the fantasy I want on the page. I want the fantasy to jump out at me and say 'I am real'. But tha would never happen I realize. My whole world falls on me.

-_-