Willpower

  Running away from home is a common subject on the mouths of teenagers these days. I gotta admit, I talk about running from home freely with my friends at school. But seriously, I have never really thought about running away. Number one, I am the type of person that believes in god and karma. I never did things that is remarkably harmful or bad. Running away needs money, my savings are little, and I am not ready to steal. Number two, I have a strong sense of willpower that can help me overcome sadness and makes me think positively. Last but not least, I have my friends and family's feelings to consider. Even if I run away from my parents and hate them out of their wits, I still have to think of my friends and maybe even teachers. Someone I know ran away, her friends are currently fretting and worrying, some even crying about her. Naturally, her family is remarkably sad.
  Running away from trouble will just make the problem seem more difficult to handle. Have you ever thought? You can't go into running forever... the police is bound to find you. When you come home, what will you do? Say sorry? Plead for forgiveness and comfort? Ask for the help from friends? Not too late, but doing it earlier will cause more heartbreak.
  I'm glad God gave me a sense of willpower. For those who don't, go find help. God is like playing a game with us, don't you see? Not a bad game, just a game to test us, the strongest one survives, the weak ones loses. Gods play this game fair. The things that can help us pass the tests are around us. If we find it, we win, too weak and scared to strive... LOSE!!! duh...

  Anyhow, the person that ran away is causing her freinds to be sad and irritated. I hope she can come back and they'll give her a talk on...     

My thoughts...

  Things are not always as it seems... Sometimes, you are sure that that thing might happen to you, but it doesn't. You end up wondering why...
  For instance, I have always thought that I'm the bravest girl in class. I still am... But one day, someone will be born in this world and come to this school that might be better than me. My mum and dad always told me, "one mountain is bigger than the other". We sould never underestimate others, even if they are disabled.
  I hate people that treat the disabled as though they are different from us. They are not, actually. Some disabled are even better than us because they try. Try to do the things that they think they can't do. I can't swim. But that doesn't mean a person with no hands or legs can't... I wouldprobably learn faster, but I don't want to. Yet, the disabled wants to and risk drowning. That's what I salute about them, their ability to survive, never give up, and the patience to TRY. I treat the girls that are mentally disabled in my school likeI would treat my friends, except I don't actually communicate cause we're not really close. I hate it when I see a bunch of kids in my school bullying one of them. I also don't like it and reprimanded ny OWN friends for being scared of the mentally disabled kids in my school. I think it's unfair for them. They don't WANT to be like that.
  I think that fear is different for everyone. What seems like normal to us might be scary to others. For instance, I don't really mind cheeking the teachers or giving snide remarks in class as I know the teachers' boundaries and will not overdo it. But my friend, a potential prefect does not dare. She's afraid the teacher will scold her. When facing our worst nightmares, we may not be afraid of other people's nightmare, but our OWN nightmare may cause a lifetime dilemma.
  The love towards someone means you can do anything for that person. Your mind always jump to that person, no matter what you do. And you would always wanna see that person happy. When one of our love ones pass on, we should continue living. You may think that the deceased person will feel aggravated to see you happy when he/she is dead. But if that person truly loves you, he/she would be more contented to see you happy.
  I am the type of person that loves everyone and expect to be loved back. Unfortunately, sometimes my wish does not come true. How are you gonna call a teacher that is your favourite to love you?!*for example* You want to hug her in school and expects to be hugged back? CRAZY MAN!!!

My lessons of HORROR

I go to school, everyday,
With a skip in my step.
I keep my happiness all at bay,
Though I really wanna rap.
When class starts i'm like OMG!
I feel like I want to die,
Cause the teacher comes in with a grim reaper's face,
She's like, "you all are gonna be dead"(practically)

I start off the day with a whiff of BM,
Oh GAWD is that the worst!
What's the good of sitting like in horror camp,
In a hot class I'm fit to burst!
The teacher, my "kind" Pn. B,
Will say a pleasant good afternoon,
We all know what she is gonna say next,
It's, "pick up those rubbish! you baboon!" (cut the baboon part, s'  not true)

Then we put in some great English,
Which is kind of my favourite lesson,
However the teacher kicks me out of class.
And gives me a dimerit which throws me out of heaven.
My "sweet" teacher Pn. C,
Will joke according to mood,
This makes all the children suffer.
For mood swings is never good!

Add a bunch of Sejarah,
Which is intresting and really confusing.
The same name is used a million times,
How can we even think?!
Our pretty Ms. Pam is kinda alright,
Though I HATE the way she ask.
Questions and questions continually,
We don't have a chance to answer!!!

And then we have a pinch of Science,
With the wise and boring Pn.J.
Science used to be a lesson of intrest,
But now, I think it's so lame!
Microorganisms used to be fun time,
But now it is no more,
What happens when carbon dioxide collides with lime?
Oh! What a waste of time!!

Add all this and garnish with Geography,
Which is the worst of them all.
I hate having to learn the maps,
As for exams I fail the whole paper!
Luckily, i'm not the worst after all!
Still I hate it,
I wanna banish it,
And I guess, that's about all...

Place it on a plate,
And eat it with grapes,
Then see if you like the flavour...
Of a few teachers,
With the fun of a flea.
Teach the class,
Named 1 SUCI!

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End ~hope you like it!! ^^

My soul...

  My soul feels like a bird... torn between two worlds. A bird in a cage... able to open the latch and break free... If the bird breaks free, the family and friends will be positively delighted. But the owner would be absolutely devastated. Which side should birdy go? Her brain is torn between confusion... The owner who cared and love her? Or the freedom and company of family and friends? What could she do...?

Be yourself

I hate people who acts like they are all good just so they can impress,

I hate people that curls up to teachers to get good grades,
I mutter angrily when someone dares not speak up,
And wonders crossly why people always give up!

I loathe people that says things behind your back,
Hey! If you hate me... say it to myface,
I don't like people who write things in fb like:
I hate v......, o...... and things like that.

I don't like cowards who act all sweet,
Then stabs you behind your back like a F...... creep,
People who sucks up to you are nothing but leech,
Humans who acts superior is nothing but SHIT!!!

The things I say I sometimes do,
Especially in a new crowd, I am hopelessly doomed!!!
But still I try, not to be a coward,
And be myself, because I like my style..

I AM special, i'm not boasting,
Casue that's what everyone's born out to be!
A champion, a star, a king, a queen,
Anything that you can think...
But remember, the most important thing
Is to always be YOURSELF!!!

Love is everything around you...

Love is the skies of blue in your gaze,
The smell of heather in a maze,
The sight of a cat licking her kittens,
A warm loving mother making mittens.

Friendship is the love which holds in friends,
The hearty laugh of something which is not funny,
The laugh that comes when seeing a friend so happy,
The smile that lingers in the eyes when you achieve,
The tears that well up when you fail...

Parental love is the touch of a first born,
The nourishing and care given with a willing heart,
Smiling at the sound of something happy,
Sharing when the comimg of something sad.

School love is the love between teacher and student,
The patient teaching when the class is a riot,
A beautiful story behind the student's eyes,
The suprising happiness that pours from every class,
The pleasant feeling when the teacher smiles at a student.

And last with have the most powerful love of all,
The love that appears like music in your soul,
Like the beauty of a lily that brghtens up a pond,
The happiness that you feel when you give and share.

Love is infinate... And shall last till the end of eternity...
Pened by, Vanessa Tan Yun Xin

Past, present, future

~the past is a history, the future a mystery and the present, a gift. Which is why we call it present...

 Let's say, you just lost your loved one last year(touch wood). People is milling around, comforting you. Asking you not to dwell in the past and concentrate on the future. If I'm the one comforting you, I wouldn't say that. I would call you to remember the past. Just don't think of it as something negative. Think it as something positive.

  Seriously, ask yourself if you really want to forget the past. Wouldn't you feel better going sad and down? That's what people mostly feel when something sad has happened. But they force themselves to forget about it. Do you know? If you try forgetting something in your brain when your heart and soul wants you to remeber it, you might kill yourself. Point is, you should dwell on the past, but take it as lesson to you to continue living for the better. You should appreciate the present. Just like you will appreciate someone who gives you a gift. And try not to pressure on the future. As my motto goes,

"Go together with life, don't rush yourself to get faster than life"
  Life shold be appreciated. God create many obstacles on our way. Just to test how we get through it. Sometimes, we should treat life a bit like a dare. Daringness to face circumstances, daringness to come out of it and continue with life...