Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
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The day began like this.
While we were in the car and on the way to school, my sister saw this van parked somewhere near our car. It was the van for XXX Restaurant, a Malay restaurant that sometimes works at the venue for Malay weddings. Otherwise, I don't think it has much business.
So my sister then remarked,
"This XXX Restaurant also no use one. Only for Malay weddings, they might as well close it."
Then I said, "At least got Malay people go what,"
And she mumbled, "Yeah,"
"So?"
She further tried to get her point across, "I mean, it's not like there are a lot of Malays around, so there isn't much use having it around anyway."
I paused for a while, then replied, "... Are you racist?"
She got frustrated and took this as an accusation (I have to admit it sort of was), "Also nobody say anything against you, you talk so much for what. You care for them so much, you go be Malay, lah."
And I simply said, "Also nobody want to quarrel with you," and that brought the conversation to a close.
I think my sister is an elitist and a racist.
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Today school celebrated Racial Harmony Day. I must admit that since I came from a primary school where the students were all Chinese, I went into my secondary school with a touch of disdain towards students of other races. Just a bit >_>
But now I have friends, nice and wonderful people like Nadin :)
Okay so Felicia, Hai Song, Kok Wee, Mr Boo, Lucinda and I left class early - at 8.05AM- to help set up the booth.
Mrs B offered us free Henna Painting.
Yes that's my hand.
Felicia
Kok Wee and Mr Boo
Mr Boo
Hai Song, The Extremely Spastic
Chapteh!
Ai Jing also got a henna painting. She was helping out at the Chinese booth.
Jun Yuan wrote this! Can you believe itzxzxzxzxzzxzxz?!
Eugene, 16, the sadistic-drummer-cum-INFP. HAHA.
Chyi Yin was damn chio today! She was wearing and SIA sarong kebaya. SO NICE RIGHT. Whole school, she's the only one wearing it. :)
Eugene got forced to put a dot on his head 'cos he's a SADIST. HAHA.
Our hands. (Looks like shit actually, really)
After washing off (+Ai Jing and Nicole)
Mardiana/Wei Ting/Nada and friends.
Upper Secondary recess, top view of the booth.
Hui Qi and Saw Yi! :D
Me and Gabbie. I got the ._." look on my face EVEN THOUGH I WAS SMILING. I swear I was.
Chao Yong and Natalie!
Ah yes this is Shan Yao. She has such a studious look (as compared to me) (or as compared to mostly anyone, really). Well appearances are deceiving.
My phone and Joelly's (the Nokia underneath mine). She was sending me the George Sampson video.
Hai Song and Wei Hao were performing onstage. LOL Hai Song was the only one wearing hot pink?! HAHA.
He changed back quickly though
Why not looking at the camera?!
Bang Guo wearing long pants... Weird, still not used to it yet. But next year I'll be seeing him in long pants ALL the time (excluding P.E. lessons) so... This is bizarre but now I'm suddenly not looking forward to promoting to Sec3 after all ):
This picture depicts pure surprise, and slight irritation from being distracted from his PSP GAME.
MR NG AND BENSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I was messaging Ah Beng Nicholas Choy throughout classes today.
(Okay I just received a message from him asking me 'hows today, ah lian?')
Oh yes indeed for he is the Purple Velvet Monstrosity~
So we were talking about his wide range of vocabulary (like seriously, he is CRAZY. I mean who uses 'xenophobia' in an MSN conversation?! HUH?)
Me: im having english now. hope i dont get caught. how come you can remember so many vocab words. teach me leh
Ah Beng: No idea. I'm like a walking dictionary D: IT'S A CURSE!
Me: its not! but if you just read the word how you know the meaning? Enlighten me, thy Holy Ah Beng.
Ah Beng: Erm. See how it gets used in the text, get th rough idea, think about it, refine and define it. Idk how to explain ._.
Me: oh. but you're mad la, being able to remember so many words.. i've lost that ability, or maybe its lying dormant.
Ah Beng: Haha. It's hiding, lying in wait for the opportunity to strike again.
Me: i feel like i've become obsolete because of this.
Ah Beng: No, is a remote control without batteries obsolete?
Me: i'd like to think that yes, temporarily so. but if you cant find the batteries, it wont work. til you find it.
Ah Beng: Hmm. Ah lian needs new batteries! :D
Me: yes well. what exactly are those batteries?
Ah Beng: Hm. Brain juice. Inspiration. Vivid dreams filled with wonder and madness.
Me: no thats not it i have all of those. its like everything is stored in a bank somewhere and i've misplaced the key.
Ah Beng: Hmm. Let me help you find the key then. (: haha. Ah beng therapy.
Me: LOL. Ah Beng Therapy! Are you charging me?
Ah Beng: Nah, it's free of charge. Although it's only 50% proven effective.
Me: how you know its 50% effective only?
Ah Beng: Hmm, tried and tested :D
Me: tried and tested on who? jazreel and jeremy?
Ah Beng: Nope. Haha. It's a... Er. Trade secret. Haha.
Me: tsk, like that how can i, as a client, trust you. customer trust, you know. you need a referee luh. haha
Ah Beng: Haha, you can most definitely trust an ah beng. :D
Yes, SO FROM NOW ON, THE AH BENG THERAPY IS IN FULL EFFECT! Even though you still have not given me your referee yet, Ah Beng. Tsk.
Yes, so I trust an Ah Beng. HAHA. :)
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