Judgement Day

It's been 2 years..
For 2 years we've been preparing for this..
Now...it's here..
Judgement Day is upon us..

ATTENTION!! ATTENTION!!
ALL HANDS ON DECK!!
FULL SPEED AHEAD!!
MAN YOUR STATIONS!!
MAN THAT 50cal!!
MAN YOUR AIRCRAFTS!!
CLEAR THE RUNWAY!!
MAX POWER!!
STOCK UP ON AMMO!!
LOAD YOUR RIFLES!!
WEAPONS FREE!!
FIRE AT WILL!!
12 O'CLOCK!!
INCOMINGGGG!!!!!

THE WAR HAS JUST BEGUN!!
TO ALL MY COMRADES..
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!

Gives You HELL!!

I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell,
I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
Did it ever get you far?
You never seem so tense, love
Never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell,
I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man thats worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When you see my faceI hope it gives you hell,
I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
If you look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my wayI hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you hear this song and you sing along well you'll never tell
And you're the fool I've just as well I hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell

7 days 1 week

In exactly 7 days from now..
I'll be taking the SPM..
A passport out of secondary school and to the future..
A passport out of this school to college..

But leaving this school..
Means leaving the friends I've made here over the years..
Its sad to old friends..
Its like seeing a part of you die..

We always plan activities to do after the SPM..
But the truth is I'm afraid we'll all go our own way after the SPM..
And might not be able to see each other again..

I've been thinking these few days about what to do after the exams..
Whether to join the activities we planned..
Leave for Alor Star to my cousins's
Or go out with different bunch of friends..
Its not that I don't want to join the activities we've planned..
Its just that I hate to say goodbye and part ways after..

I've always noticed that communication keeps friends together..
The lesser we communicate..the futher apart we grow..
I'm afraid that this will happen when all of us goes to college..
Where new friends will be made..and old ones forgotten..

Even if these few days I felt like you guys just grew colder towards me..
Even if it is just me thinking that you all have abandoned me..
Even if both of that really happens..
I still regard you all as my ohana..

Ohana means family..
Family means nobody gets left behind..
Or forgotten..

Graduation

Finally graduated from this school..
This school that is filled with bittersweet memories..

Took lots of photos..
Had lots of fun..

Said I would not miss this school..
Said I would not miss the teachers..
Said I would not miss the friends..

I dunno..
I'm starting to doubt myself..

The Square Root Of Three

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Love for me has been renewed