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blog set up for Blizzards
Monday, March 31, 2008,

Recently, they came up with an idea of writing a blog like what the huricannes did. The purpose was to keep the passion burning and the spirit high. In a way, this also keep the masses updated about our current status. Ya so, have fun reading it then.


http://ntublizzards.blogspot.com/


ps. many things are happening.. sweet and bitter both together. haha. thanks God.


YA, I AM THINKING!!.. its written over my face.

12:06 AM

Song for recommendation
Monday, March 17, 2008,

Sorry Im not out, my pockets feel like holes
I've got nothing I can offer you as I sit here in the cold
It's a story I've been telling for longer than I know
Where did all my riches go?


An inquest I am scared of cos I don't wanna know
I've been walking off my worries
Hoping they won't follow me around and around
But they always find me
Why won't you leave me alone?


I'm terrified of answers so I chose just not to ask
Surely everything is easier when you leave it in the past
But I know that I've been wakingAlmost every single night
Dripping wet with deep regret lost in this endless fight


I am falling faster to the ground
Punched at every corner with my arms securely bound
I am waiting for existence to hold me by the hand
Explain that all's not lost for me and make me understand that I am free


My panic gets the upper hand as it tackles with me breath
I can see this is no playground fight
It's a battle to the death
I am chocking on the concrete with my faced pressed to the floor
The bastards won't defeat me can't you hear me scream for more.



ps. this song hadn't not been named yet, so don't ask me for the title. the only thing made known to us is that this song was sang by Greg Holden, in his Living Room series part 9. ya.. a bit more, he might be able to make an ablum out of it. maybe..

12:24 PM

Colbie Caillat - Realize
Tuesday, March 11, 2008,

V1: Take time to realize,
That your warmth is
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.





But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I cant spell it out for you





C: If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.





V2: Take time to realize
Oh-oh I'm on your side
didn't I, didn't I tell you.
Take time to realize
This all can pass you by
Didn't I tell you
But I can't spell it out for you,
no it's never gonna be that simple
no I can't spell it out for you.





C: If you just realized what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder
if we missed out on each other now.





V3: It's not always the same
no it's never the same if you don't feel it too.
If you meet me half way
If you would meet me half way.
It could be the same for you.





C: If you just realize what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realize what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder
Just realize what I just realized
If you just realize what I just realized
OoOoOOo
missed out on each other now
missed out on each other now






ps. i heard that she is going to perform over at timbre (arts hse) this sunday. not a big fan of her though, but her songs are quite nice. rite.

7:44 PM

the receiver

Of the 2 novels that were used as examination materials for literature in my secondary school, the novel titled "The Receiver" struck a deep impression on me. In the world of no pain, no nightmares, where everything has its own path already planned out. There was order in everywhere, strict routines and rules that everyone has to follow and adhere to. Like bees in a hive, they all grew up to take various posts and jobs. Its all predestined.




Of all these jobs, there was one job that was unheard of, out of the ordinary. It called the receiver. The receiver job was to remove all the negative memories like the war period of the entire population. Saving the rest from all the nightmares, the chosen one had to endure all these on their behalves. It was definitely mentally draining for him.




Everyone, in a way or the other, is like this receiver. Although we couldn't erase other memories like he did in the novel, we certainly can help share other's burdens. Its like a form of supportive pillar to them, easing of the psychological burden. Showing empathy, standing in their shoes, exclaiming the fact that "YOU ARE NOT ALONE", you don't have to go through this by yourself.





ps. I didn't finished reading that book because I don't really like reading back then. Therefore, should there be any error in the story, please pardon me. Oh by the way, my facebook hero has the ability to manipulate other people's memories. So does that makes me a receiver too? lol.

6:09 PM

Personne n'a le droit d'être heureux tout seul
Thursday, March 06, 2008,

"Noboby has the right to be happy alone" that what it says, translated from french. i wondered how true is this translation. anyway, the bottomline is to help others in need, share your joy with them. be true to everyone, that includes yourself.

8:46 PM

eeeeeekkkk
Wednesday, March 05, 2008,

yuck yuck.



i was on a rush.. sort of. so i quickly slipped on my shoes and hurried my way to school. after taking a few of steps, i began to feel like there is something struck in my shoes. the first thought that came to my mind was it could be due to the socks. Acting on that intuition, i pulled up my socks. hmm.. that didn't do the trick. i wriggled my toes again, its something really soft.. cant possibly be someone trying to play a prank on me with stuffed tissues in my shoes.. so i took off the shoe and took a peep at it. a pair of tiny eyes looked back to me. that instance, it really freaked me out, so much so that i dropped the shoe to the ground. nothing came out. i shooked the shoe harder, trying to force that creature out. finally, it's sticky palms gave way and it flew out of the shoe.. lying on his back, it was grasping for air after a failed attempt to fake death.. or maybe its the smell of the shoes and socks. lol. whichever the case, that lizard either got swept away by the cleaner of our block, or it could scrambled its way to another "safe" place to hide.


its kind of disgusting though. morale of the story, wash your socks and check your shoes before slipping them on, for you would never know what lies beneath that cover.
ps. i do wash my sock pretty often.

4:17 PM