doug here is gonna be in a talent search this saturday over at bishan ( if i'm not wrong !!! ) 's junction 8. so to those of you who can make it, please go and vote for him !!! even though we don't know each other life, it doesn't kill to go see him sing. give your love rise and shine ! okay. i'm thinking of heading down but i not sure how to go lehzzzz. i wanna go alone. cos i have never been out alone. it's been long. like out alone shopping in singapore. cool ah ? anywayz ! give him a shot !
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
I'm communicating with you.
what you think as a good hair day is gradually demolished by someone you fabulously despise. a day of such a chilly weather with such beautiful deep green grey clouds you literally hopped out of the house, thinking of the time school's gonna break out. you take note of the shade of the clouds, wondering if it's grayish green or just a simple deep green.
hop hop hop.
you stood there pleasantly waiting for the bus to arrive. 7 in the morning. bus is due to arrive in 5 minutes' time. you glance around, finding that the over casted sky has cleared to a sky blue. " it's gettin' brighter ! " you think. 7.08. why. there must be sa delay. calm down, don't panic and keep your cool joyce candella, keep.your.cool. 7.10. darn. without any one's promptings, you'd've known that you're gonna be late regardless. what's keeping the bus ? you wonder. 985, 970, 66,77,174, 157 all come and go and you can swear you've seen some of the buses twice. another time check ; 7.15. all you can go is frown and sign. after what seems like eternity, you see your bus jolting down the street. Alas! excitement soon replaces you and you try to keep your cool, convincing yourself that your watch's probably gone faulty.
up the bus you go and Alas !! horrors of horror ! it is 7.18 ! your watch's not to blame after all ! tap and you get yourself seated at your usual spot, playing with the hands, adjusting the time by 5 minutes earlier. anxiety soon overtake you and you start dreading the first step to the gate.
whoosh whoosh whoosh.
you ran as though you're in a marathon.
whoosh whoosh.
why you never whoosh knew you were such a great runner ! invisible rain starts flooding you and thunder roars. great runner huh. even the heaven knows you're joking. whoosh ! heart pounding hard, you come to a halt for breath. with one big gulp of oxygen replenished, you come to an end of the run. what a fantastic job ! you compliment yourself for running instead of walking for the second time this year. then there she comes, shuddering through your mind, and you just can't contain the feeling that contains. ROAR ! she roars art you, louder than the thunder. she shoots bulletic words at you, questioning you. " how many time have you been late this year ?? " two, you reply with a faint hope that she'd go away 'cos it's just two. " but you were late many times last year ! RIGHT !? MANY TIMES ! " uh-huh, you acknowledged solemnly. did you turn up for your dc yesterday ? she asks you. nod. you'll have an extended dc today and you make sure you turn up. she warned. have you given your ez-link card ? she asks. nod you gave. at last ! you're free to go. just to make sure you're presentable, you walk to the loo to tidy the mess due to the run. " WHY ARE YOU DOING HERE !? "she demanded. what luck. " tucking in my shirt. " you reply as a matter of fact. she then proceeds on shouting at you aimlessly non-stop and soon, you find yourself tearing. you go into one of the cubicles and decided to lock yourself in there till she goes away. as if she's read your mind, " i'm waiting for you to come out. " " i'm only taking tissue lah. " you say in between sobs. and then most reluctantly, you come out of the cubicle with free flowing tears. but yet, she keeps shouting at you, telling you about the consequences of late coming. soon,your tears dried. but like as soon as it stropped, it came back again, only this time, more vigorous. she asks you question which you're required to answer but how could you ? not with the hiccups anyway. you dab you tear stained eyes which is turning red and blurry by the minute. then she asks, " why're you crying ? " you find yourself in the disposition of telling her exactly why. " can you like don't shout at people ? i mean. it's damn rude you know. " you can't read her expressions due to your eyes which is starting to well up again. she proceeds on telling you why she has to raise her voice and on. " if you think me shouting at you is rude, then i want to apologize. okay. i am sorry. but we have to different methods at students who don't listen when we talk to them nicely. " she finally ends with asking you to wait for her at the office so she can change the time for your permission slip. what a day you wonder, especially with those bloody red eyes. and the unstopping hiccups. you breathe in every different gulps of air, including air form the construction side and try to cool yourself but nothing works.
“ 一个白水。”you tell him. he looks at you and then get taken aback which you suppose is due to the blood shot eyes. “八毛。”he says and you notice a guy looking at you as though he wants to know why you're crying but soon, you settle in the class with the visit of fresh tears once in a while. you find yourself in a difficult situation of explaining to your friend what has happened. and you pray the everything will be a miracle for the rest of the day which came true.
right. sorry miss gopal for calling you everything when you pissed me off. i'd like to, before rise-andshine, take back everything i've stated about you in all of my blogs. because i was just a silly girl being childish by judging you from your outer appearance and not your inner self. i believe that you care for me and i, in turn would like to change for the better so as to create peace in the school with all the teachers who wouldn't have a shit chance of nagging at me for ever more. but understand the fact that i have never been shouted aimlessly by anyone in my whole life before so i cry every time someone shouts at me regardless of the reason 'cos the feeling suck. really, it does. it feels raw thus it hurts a great deal when you shout at me. and furthermore, my parents never shout at me which makes the whole matter worse. but anyway. i believe i can get up early ! after all, it's just the art of sleeping early ;o)
LISA CANDELLA 加油加油 ！！！
hop hop hop.
you stood there pleasantly waiting for the bus to arrive. 7 in the morning. bus is due to arrive in 5 minutes' time. you glance around, finding that the over casted sky has cleared to a sky blue. " it's gettin' brighter ! " you think. 7.08. why. there must be sa delay. calm down, don't panic and keep your cool joyce candella, keep.your.cool. 7.10. darn. without any one's promptings, you'd've known that you're gonna be late regardless. what's keeping the bus ? you wonder. 985, 970, 66,77,174, 157 all come and go and you can swear you've seen some of the buses twice. another time check ; 7.15. all you can go is frown and sign. after what seems like eternity, you see your bus jolting down the street. Alas! excitement soon replaces you and you try to keep your cool, convincing yourself that your watch's probably gone faulty.
up the bus you go and Alas !! horrors of horror ! it is 7.18 ! your watch's not to blame after all ! tap and you get yourself seated at your usual spot, playing with the hands, adjusting the time by 5 minutes earlier. anxiety soon overtake you and you start dreading the first step to the gate.
whoosh whoosh whoosh.
you ran as though you're in a marathon.
whoosh whoosh.
why you never whoosh knew you were such a great runner ! invisible rain starts flooding you and thunder roars. great runner huh. even the heaven knows you're joking. whoosh ! heart pounding hard, you come to a halt for breath. with one big gulp of oxygen replenished, you come to an end of the run. what a fantastic job ! you compliment yourself for running instead of walking for the second time this year. then there she comes, shuddering through your mind, and you just can't contain the feeling that contains. ROAR ! she roars art you, louder than the thunder. she shoots bulletic words at you, questioning you. " how many time have you been late this year ?? " two, you reply with a faint hope that she'd go away 'cos it's just two. " but you were late many times last year ! RIGHT !? MANY TIMES ! " uh-huh, you acknowledged solemnly. did you turn up for your dc yesterday ? she asks you. nod. you'll have an extended dc today and you make sure you turn up. she warned. have you given your ez-link card ? she asks. nod you gave. at last ! you're free to go. just to make sure you're presentable, you walk to the loo to tidy the mess due to the run. " WHY ARE YOU DOING HERE !? "she demanded. what luck. " tucking in my shirt. " you reply as a matter of fact. she then proceeds on shouting at you aimlessly non-stop and soon, you find yourself tearing. you go into one of the cubicles and decided to lock yourself in there till she goes away. as if she's read your mind, " i'm waiting for you to come out. " " i'm only taking tissue lah. " you say in between sobs. and then most reluctantly, you come out of the cubicle with free flowing tears. but yet, she keeps shouting at you, telling you about the consequences of late coming. soon,your tears dried. but like as soon as it stropped, it came back again, only this time, more vigorous. she asks you question which you're required to answer but how could you ? not with the hiccups anyway. you dab you tear stained eyes which is turning red and blurry by the minute. then she asks, " why're you crying ? " you find yourself in the disposition of telling her exactly why. " can you like don't shout at people ? i mean. it's damn rude you know. " you can't read her expressions due to your eyes which is starting to well up again. she proceeds on telling you why she has to raise her voice and on. " if you think me shouting at you is rude, then i want to apologize. okay. i am sorry. but we have to different methods at students who don't listen when we talk to them nicely. " she finally ends with asking you to wait for her at the office so she can change the time for your permission slip. what a day you wonder, especially with those bloody red eyes. and the unstopping hiccups. you breathe in every different gulps of air, including air form the construction side and try to cool yourself but nothing works.
“ 一个白水。”you tell him. he looks at you and then get taken aback which you suppose is due to the blood shot eyes. “八毛。”he says and you notice a guy looking at you as though he wants to know why you're crying but soon, you settle in the class with the visit of fresh tears once in a while. you find yourself in a difficult situation of explaining to your friend what has happened. and you pray the everything will be a miracle for the rest of the day which came true.
right. sorry miss gopal for calling you everything when you pissed me off. i'd like to, before rise-andshine, take back everything i've stated about you in all of my blogs. because i was just a silly girl being childish by judging you from your outer appearance and not your inner self. i believe that you care for me and i, in turn would like to change for the better so as to create peace in the school with all the teachers who wouldn't have a shit chance of nagging at me for ever more. but understand the fact that i have never been shouted aimlessly by anyone in my whole life before so i cry every time someone shouts at me regardless of the reason 'cos the feeling suck. really, it does. it feels raw thus it hurts a great deal when you shout at me. and furthermore, my parents never shout at me which makes the whole matter worse. but anyway. i believe i can get up early ! after all, it's just the art of sleeping early ;o)
LISA CANDELLA 加油加油 ！！！
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