I'm SALLY, a girl who wishes so much to be free.
I just want to dance on the cresent moon, sing a song to the rythmn of a guitar and play in the rain like never before on the day, 19 FEBRUARY.
I dont want to be trapped in this world of mine after 14 YEARS, which is suffocating me.
No fresh air, no smell of flowers, not even the singing of birds! Free me to the nature.
I want to fly with the wind counting silently 1, 2, 3......
What about you?
Sunday, 27 December 2009 12:42
DREAMLAND, TORTURELAND OR ZOMBIELAND?
Something to add before I go back to my DREAMLAND. Had to do that because tomorrow is TORTURELAND. Like how I always tell others. Haha!
Received many presents, I loved my family so much! Thank you. Love ya again!
12:39
looks wonderful, but actually is hateful.
What a bad news on christmas day. Don't you think so? That part was really hilarious. Great act to be benevolent and fabulous personality. All right, another bad day tomorrow, take care my loved ones. Hope something like my favourite show would help me lite up my spirits! But, one comment, 9am to 5pm, you think I am working? Even working has salary, our CCA doesn't. Too bad for me then. I hate to say that. And, I hate to be taken advantage of. Don't worry, I like to pay back what others owe me. Since you scold us, I will scold you back. Oh, and you are welcome. :D
Love ya! ( I mean my loved ones.)
Friday, 25 December 2009 13:33
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
25TH DECEMBER
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
LETS FORGET THE BAD AND REMEMBER THE GOOD.
THIS IS MY 365TH POST,
LIKE A YEAR HAD PAST.
TAKE CARE!
Thursday, 24 December 2009 21:00
Is that my christmas present? A painful gift!
I knew something was just going to happen somehow, but I didn't know that it would be so overwhelming for me to handle it well enough. Probably I had underestimated it too much that I didn't put my heart in a condition to prepare for the blow.
Rather, I was more of describing about yesterday. My last day of camp. I meant day camp. It was a torture enough for me. Well, to talk about it. Maybe I should start it with Tuesday, which was the first day.
Early in the morning, I scrambled out of my bed. Unwilling to leave my bed for the wash-up. Oh, and before I forget to mention this, it was 5.05 in the morning. Besides that, I had a bad night before. So out I went from my bedroom to the toliet. I stared at my pale face that was covered by the unkempt and long black hair of my. Sigh! That was my only reaction before I reached out for my toothbrush. After about 30 minutes, I was all dressed up, with my uniform in place, shoes in place, even my bag. However, I was not satisfied with my hair, as it was touching the crest. I wouldn't want the seniors to scold me! So I asked my mother to help me tie my hair into plaits.
The passing hour or two, and I arrived in school. The past year seniors were already there for your information. First was roll call, as expected. They conducted the checks on our uniform and kept on chatting about it. The amount of people who came was not more than 25, I knew something like that was bound to happen. What can you expect? It was 3 days before christmas, do you want to get messy and tired?
NOT AT ALL! I would shout at the person's face who ask me that question.
Let me zoom through the details. We sort of ran to East Coast Park with our bags, and in our pe tee and slacks. There were three or four stations in all. Great, I thought.
Our first station. We had to scoop water from a bucket, put it on our head, walk to our partner, pour the water onto her cup, which was tied to her head. In the end, the water kept seeping through the holes onto the my hair. By the way, it was not clean water, it was sea water. Urrrrrh.
Next station. We had to get juice from a sugar cane. In the end, we took turns biting the sugar cane so that the juices would spill out into the cup. Yikes!
Next station. We had to get some foam. Pluck three eyebrows. Use your feet to get seven marbles. Paint our toe nails in green. Eat gummy bears. Omg.
Last station, I guessed it is this. I can only remember this. We had to run to the beach, scoop some water, shout that "The weather is so hot" and pour it over our head. Then, we had to roll on the sand and find 5 pieces of paper with the smiley face on it. GROSS! Why so? My whole shirt is filled or I should say stucked with sand bits.
I can't remember what happen after that, except for the idea that we played games! I remembered something else instead, I was really depressed that day.
I was really drained out of my energy that day! After packing my stuff for the next day, I went to sleep at 10.55pm, I fell asleep just 10 minutes later. Cool right?
Waking up to see the time. Two more minutes to supposed time to wake up. I dragged my aching body out of my warm and comfortable bed into reality. Cruel reality! Similar to yesterday, I arrived at the same time. However, I was not dressed in my Girl Guides uniform, but in pe tee and slacks.
This was the moment that I didn't expect in my whole life. It was the time for Physical Training! Not the excited tone, but the screaming out loud tone. The station that brought me down was the first station. No surprised. I was always bad in such things, sports and training. The sit-ups was hurting my tail bone. No surprised again. I had this problem since I was in primary school. Serious. The next station hit me hard on the lungs. I was hyperventilating. Besides, I was always like this. No surprised for me.
Sent by my seniors, to get the cookies ready for the sale to the people who were coming to our school for the registration as you know yesterday was the 2010 Secondary One Registration Day. Many parents will be there. Three of us were sent to the sale. I had no idea what happen to them after that. Believe me and you are so naive. I knew that they were doing foot drills. Us? Sort of slacking. That was what the past year seniors will think, I knew that they would think like that. But no.
We willing asking not everyone obviously, but the people around to buy the cookies. We even took turns to walk around asking if they were interested in buying. We sold alot of tins. I was happy enough!
Next thing, was out-door cooking. Next thing, eating. Next thing, amazing race. Last thing, on the bus way home.
Something to add, my ankle seems to be hurt, both side of my ribs is in pain. Most importantly, my tailbone hurts the moment I sit down, stand up and just lie on my bed. It is so painful, sometime I just want to cry.
Speechless. I gathered my feelings and signed off the computer.
Monday, 21 December 2009 17:41
Walk onto the road full of cars and stop there
I ever read this from some where when I was in Secondary 2, around few months ago. It says that a there is only two types of journal. One type is the personal one. Whereby, all your records were from the bottom of your heart at that moment of time. Everything of it is personal, and most importantly, it should be private. Not one that others could easily click and read about. The second type is one of public one. It is more like a journal book like the captain's log for the ship, something like that. It could be read by others, and no personal feelings nor expressions were written in it, and just the general ideas.
I was always thinking. What type is my blog? Personal or public. I should say of both. Although, most of the time, I do not really write down my feelings on this blog. Why? That should be a good question. Somehow, I could not really put my heart down to dare to write something that I really think of.
I ever saw a news of a person who wrote about some racial issues on his blog, and? This person ends up in the jail if I am not wrong. Our every actions are being watched somehow. I don't know how, but that is the thing.
I don't exactly treat this as a all personal stuff. A little thing was to do something like sharing my findings and ideas with my friends through this blog of my.
Probably, just probably, I really hope I could write this heavy feeling of my down on this blog. Put all of it down into words, and maybe I will feel better in due time.
Tomorrow, is my cca camp in school. I always have this really sad or probably depressed feeling, when I will my cca. Not exactly that I hate it that much. The feeling of not knowing who will be there was already putting me on the sick list. I consider the fact that during last year's camp, the graduated seniors were there. They were really nice underneath. At least I knew some were. But the feeling of pressure is really overwhelming me most of the time. Afraid that I was doing the wrong thing and so on and so forth.
I have really nice friends there as well. Some of time was harder to pass. Things weren't that interesting when you are just talking about it. Only when I really spend my time there and go through what my seniors had planned then I enjoy it.
However, the end of the day was always tired. I remember very clearly the last of camp last year. I was carrying a lot of stuff in my hands while sitting in the bus, on my way home. The others were fetched by their parents, except me of course. Some took the MRT home, but I was too tired to keep changing from bus to MRT and to bus with the walking. Rather, I should say that I felt like being alone.
I was on my verge of crying out loud. I was really on the extreme verge of throwing everything on the floor and just stand there and cry. When I got home, only my second brother was at home. I flew straight to the bathroom. I stayed in there to cry. I don't know how long I cried. Probably 15 to 30 minutes? Or was it 45 or even 1 hours? I kept on crying. That was the only thing I know. The whole day was like staring blank at the wall.
There was another time. It was a campfire. We were getting out of the school. My senior was talking to someone else in front of me. I was walking in the middle. When I looked backward, and slow down my steps with two other GUIDES MATE, one of them was like saying " Don't walk beside me!"
I knew what was she trying to say. The seniors used to say that when walking in threes, the one in the middle will see something green. So, I was deserted by them, as they quicken their steps. When we walked to the bus-stop. I stopped to see if I should take that bus back or take MRT with them. But. No one actually saw me stop there except my one of my senior who waved to me good-bye. The others walked across the road without looking back or saying good-bye. How do you think I should feel.
Now. What should I feel when I see these people again?
Saturday, 19 December 2009 15:37
giggles.
"Sticky, stinky. It rhymes!" I giggled.
Probably because I have been reading a book with tons of dialogue in it. I get so used to the dialogue typing as well. The weather today is cold. Like winter I guessed. Even though I don't even really know how cold should winter be.
I was a little too much into a book recently. If anyone really pay attention looking at how I looked like when I was reading my book. They will probably think I am a little nutty in my head.
"Wait." I flickered my eyes down at the keyboard.
I still have something interesting to chat about. For so long, I have not been able to finish listening to the whole song of Sorry Sorry by Super Junior. Obviously, I broken my that record today. That was right of me, today is the day. A little bit more surprised here!
Sunday, 6 December 2009 12:44
lol. bb!
LAUGHS!
I have decided to close my blogshop, probably until I graduate from secondary school.
BYE BYE!
Sunday, 22 November 2009 12:50
One Big Favour and One Big Surprise!
Just after the previous post, I received good news from my senior. She can pass her books to me! I am so over the moon now, even though I could not see the moon as it is bright in the afternoon now.
I really own her ONE BIG FAVOUR! Thank you!
12:25
i am back to my emo days, just that i will keeping walking up and down my house
I seriously need donated books for the coming Secondary 3. Does anyone wants to pass your unwanted books to me? Or you know someone in TKGS, and has finished their O'levels, who wants to clear their unwanted books, please tell me! I asked my seniors, but apparently I was too late.
I need Chemistry, Physics and Biology textbooks, and additional Math and Math textbooks, as well as Social Studies textbooks. As long as I have some of these is okay.
I am like sad now, that I dont even have one of the books above. But luckily, and it was one of the best news these days. My Sec 3 senior said she will pass me her Higher Chinese books. Thank you so much. I own you one favour, and I will return you!
10:24
December 21, 2012
The weather are changing
It is here eariler than predicted, so...
Is the end of the world here earlier too?
December 21, 2012
Sunday, 27 December 2009 12:42
DREAMLAND, TORTURELAND OR ZOMBIELAND?
Something to add before I go back to my DREAMLAND. Had to do that because tomorrow is TORTURELAND. Like how I always tell others. Haha!
Received many presents, I loved my family so much! Thank you. Love ya again!
12:39
looks wonderful, but actually is hateful.
What a bad news on christmas day. Don't you think so? That part was really hilarious. Great act to be benevolent and fabulous personality. All right, another bad day tomorrow, take care my loved ones. Hope something like my favourite show would help me lite up my spirits! But, one comment, 9am to 5pm, you think I am working? Even working has salary, our CCA doesn't. Too bad for me then. I hate to say that. And, I hate to be taken advantage of. Don't worry, I like to pay back what others owe me. Since you scold us, I will scold you back. Oh, and you are welcome. :D
Love ya! ( I mean my loved ones.)
Friday, 25 December 2009 13:33
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
25TH DECEMBER
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
LETS FORGET THE BAD AND REMEMBER THE GOOD.
THIS IS MY 365TH POST,
LIKE A YEAR HAD PAST.
TAKE CARE!
Thursday, 24 December 2009 21:00
Is that my christmas present? A painful gift!
I knew something was just going to happen somehow, but I didn't know that it would be so overwhelming for me to handle it well enough. Probably I had underestimated it too much that I didn't put my heart in a condition to prepare for the blow.
Rather, I was more of describing about yesterday. My last day of camp. I meant day camp. It was a torture enough for me. Well, to talk about it. Maybe I should start it with Tuesday, which was the first day.
Early in the morning, I scrambled out of my bed. Unwilling to leave my bed for the wash-up. Oh, and before I forget to mention this, it was 5.05 in the morning. Besides that, I had a bad night before. So out I went from my bedroom to the toliet. I stared at my pale face that was covered by the unkempt and long black hair of my. Sigh! That was my only reaction before I reached out for my toothbrush. After about 30 minutes, I was all dressed up, with my uniform in place, shoes in place, even my bag. However, I was not satisfied with my hair, as it was touching the crest. I wouldn't want the seniors to scold me! So I asked my mother to help me tie my hair into plaits.
The passing hour or two, and I arrived in school. The past year seniors were already there for your information. First was roll call, as expected. They conducted the checks on our uniform and kept on chatting about it. The amount of people who came was not more than 25, I knew something like that was bound to happen. What can you expect? It was 3 days before christmas, do you want to get messy and tired?
NOT AT ALL! I would shout at the person's face who ask me that question.
Let me zoom through the details. We sort of ran to East Coast Park with our bags, and in our pe tee and slacks. There were three or four stations in all. Great, I thought.
Our first station. We had to scoop water from a bucket, put it on our head, walk to our partner, pour the water onto her cup, which was tied to her head. In the end, the water kept seeping through the holes onto the my hair. By the way, it was not clean water, it was sea water. Urrrrrh.
Next station. We had to get juice from a sugar cane. In the end, we took turns biting the sugar cane so that the juices would spill out into the cup. Yikes!
Next station. We had to get some foam. Pluck three eyebrows. Use your feet to get seven marbles. Paint our toe nails in green. Eat gummy bears. Omg.
Last station, I guessed it is this. I can only remember this. We had to run to the beach, scoop some water, shout that "The weather is so hot" and pour it over our head. Then, we had to roll on the sand and find 5 pieces of paper with the smiley face on it. GROSS! Why so? My whole shirt is filled or I should say stucked with sand bits.
I can't remember what happen after that, except for the idea that we played games! I remembered something else instead, I was really depressed that day.
I was really drained out of my energy that day! After packing my stuff for the next day, I went to sleep at 10.55pm, I fell asleep just 10 minutes later. Cool right?
Waking up to see the time. Two more minutes to supposed time to wake up. I dragged my aching body out of my warm and comfortable bed into reality. Cruel reality! Similar to yesterday, I arrived at the same time. However, I was not dressed in my Girl Guides uniform, but in pe tee and slacks.
This was the moment that I didn't expect in my whole life. It was the time for Physical Training! Not the excited tone, but the screaming out loud tone. The station that brought me down was the first station. No surprised. I was always bad in such things, sports and training. The sit-ups was hurting my tail bone. No surprised again. I had this problem since I was in primary school. Serious. The next station hit me hard on the lungs. I was hyperventilating. Besides, I was always like this. No surprised for me.
Sent by my seniors, to get the cookies ready for the sale to the people who were coming to our school for the registration as you know yesterday was the 2010 Secondary One Registration Day. Many parents will be there. Three of us were sent to the sale. I had no idea what happen to them after that. Believe me and you are so naive. I knew that they were doing foot drills. Us? Sort of slacking. That was what the past year seniors will think, I knew that they would think like that. But no.
We willing asking not everyone obviously, but the people around to buy the cookies. We even took turns to walk around asking if they were interested in buying. We sold alot of tins. I was happy enough!
Next thing, was out-door cooking. Next thing, eating. Next thing, amazing race. Last thing, on the bus way home.
Something to add, my ankle seems to be hurt, both side of my ribs is in pain. Most importantly, my tailbone hurts the moment I sit down, stand up and just lie on my bed. It is so painful, sometime I just want to cry.
Speechless. I gathered my feelings and signed off the computer.
Monday, 21 December 2009 17:41
Walk onto the road full of cars and stop there
I ever read this from some where when I was in Secondary 2, around few months ago. It says that a there is only two types of journal. One type is the personal one. Whereby, all your records were from the bottom of your heart at that moment of time. Everything of it is personal, and most importantly, it should be private. Not one that others could easily click and read about. The second type is one of public one. It is more like a journal book like the captain's log for the ship, something like that. It could be read by others, and no personal feelings nor expressions were written in it, and just the general ideas.
I was always thinking. What type is my blog? Personal or public. I should say of both. Although, most of the time, I do not really write down my feelings on this blog. Why? That should be a good question. Somehow, I could not really put my heart down to dare to write something that I really think of.
I ever saw a news of a person who wrote about some racial issues on his blog, and? This person ends up in the jail if I am not wrong. Our every actions are being watched somehow. I don't know how, but that is the thing.
I don't exactly treat this as a all personal stuff. A little thing was to do something like sharing my findings and ideas with my friends through this blog of my.
Probably, just probably, I really hope I could write this heavy feeling of my down on this blog. Put all of it down into words, and maybe I will feel better in due time.
Tomorrow, is my cca camp in school. I always have this really sad or probably depressed feeling, when I will my cca. Not exactly that I hate it that much. The feeling of not knowing who will be there was already putting me on the sick list. I consider the fact that during last year's camp, the graduated seniors were there. They were really nice underneath. At least I knew some were. But the feeling of pressure is really overwhelming me most of the time. Afraid that I was doing the wrong thing and so on and so forth.
I have really nice friends there as well. Some of time was harder to pass. Things weren't that interesting when you are just talking about it. Only when I really spend my time there and go through what my seniors had planned then I enjoy it.
However, the end of the day was always tired. I remember very clearly the last of camp last year. I was carrying a lot of stuff in my hands while sitting in the bus, on my way home. The others were fetched by their parents, except me of course. Some took the MRT home, but I was too tired to keep changing from bus to MRT and to bus with the walking. Rather, I should say that I felt like being alone.
I was on my verge of crying out loud. I was really on the extreme verge of throwing everything on the floor and just stand there and cry. When I got home, only my second brother was at home. I flew straight to the bathroom. I stayed in there to cry. I don't know how long I cried. Probably 15 to 30 minutes? Or was it 45 or even 1 hours? I kept on crying. That was the only thing I know. The whole day was like staring blank at the wall.
There was another time. It was a campfire. We were getting out of the school. My senior was talking to someone else in front of me. I was walking in the middle. When I looked backward, and slow down my steps with two other GUIDES MATE, one of them was like saying " Don't walk beside me!"
I knew what was she trying to say. The seniors used to say that when walking in threes, the one in the middle will see something green. So, I was deserted by them, as they quicken their steps. When we walked to the bus-stop. I stopped to see if I should take that bus back or take MRT with them. But. No one actually saw me stop there except my one of my senior who waved to me good-bye. The others walked across the road without looking back or saying good-bye. How do you think I should feel.
Now. What should I feel when I see these people again?
Saturday, 19 December 2009 15:37
giggles.
"Sticky, stinky. It rhymes!" I giggled.
Probably because I have been reading a book with tons of dialogue in it. I get so used to the dialogue typing as well. The weather today is cold. Like winter I guessed. Even though I don't even really know how cold should winter be.
I was a little too much into a book recently. If anyone really pay attention looking at how I looked like when I was reading my book. They will probably think I am a little nutty in my head.
"Wait." I flickered my eyes down at the keyboard.
I still have something interesting to chat about. For so long, I have not been able to finish listening to the whole song of Sorry Sorry by Super Junior. Obviously, I broken my that record today. That was right of me, today is the day. A little bit more surprised here!
Sunday, 6 December 2009 12:44
lol. bb!
LAUGHS!
I have decided to close my blogshop, probably until I graduate from secondary school.
BYE BYE!
Sunday, 22 November 2009 12:50
One Big Favour and One Big Surprise!
Just after the previous post, I received good news from my senior. She can pass her books to me! I am so over the moon now, even though I could not see the moon as it is bright in the afternoon now.
I really own her ONE BIG FAVOUR! Thank you!
12:25
i am back to my emo days, just that i will keeping walking up and down my house
I seriously need donated books for the coming Secondary 3. Does anyone wants to pass your unwanted books to me? Or you know someone in TKGS, and has finished their O'levels, who wants to clear their unwanted books, please tell me! I asked my seniors, but apparently I was too late.
I need Chemistry, Physics and Biology textbooks, and additional Math and Math textbooks, as well as Social Studies textbooks. As long as I have some of these is okay.
I am like sad now, that I dont even have one of the books above. But luckily, and it was one of the best news these days. My Sec 3 senior said she will pass me her Higher Chinese books. Thank you so much. I own you one favour, and I will return you!
