Porcelain.

You made me feel like the one;
I don’t know where we are going now

So take a look at me now?

Drop everything, start it all over,

Remember more than you’d like to forget.

For a saturday night, tonight my thoughts are surprisingly less heavy.

Oh, how dangerously comfortable the numbing feels.

And it’s telling me,

“So come over, just be patient, don’t worry.”

I know I’m dead on the surface,
But I’m screaming underneath

Time is on my side now.

Today, we talked about how school sucks and how school was fun, about how we came into the same school from different places and about what we missed in secondary school, about how some of us regretted coming to JC, yet some others couldn’t think of anywhere else better to be in, about how much different JC was from secondary school, about what we were going to do in the future and what jobs we’d have, about the places we would go. 

And after all the talking, I realized that no matter how sure we all thought we were about our future, how firm we thought our grasps upon our lives were, we were all, in fact, very much lost. Simply because some things are just out of our reach.

And oh, how much I’d give, just to have everything under control.

It’s not as if I need the extra weight,
Confused enough by life, so thanks a lot
Lonely written words for company;
Just raise the roof this once and follow me?

I don’t know why I’m doing this, but here goes…

So for those of you who read the Straits Times today, or read my tweets, you should roughly know about what happened between St. Andrew’s Secondary (SAS) and Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) (ACSI) during the Rugby finals yesterday.

Here’s the story on the Straits Times:

* ACS (I) beat Saints in tight rugby match
* Fight breaks out between players after final whistle
* Supporters from both teams invade pitch
* Two ACS (I) boys beaten up at bus stop, parents file police report

So this ACSI player was punched by this SAS player, and that was what started the whole fight between the two schools. 

What I heard from my school friends (ex-SAS students who went for the match):

• SAS player was sitting down at the field after the game
• ACSI player came over and insulted the guy’s mother (or something)
• SAS player stands up and punches ACSI player, breaking his nose, ACSI player falls to the ground. SAS player picks him up by his collar and continues to punch him.
• ACSI and SAS supporters and players (including teachers, coaches and parents) start fighting.

Apparently the SAS coaches even went to hit the referee for being biased towards ACSI, and some parents, in the event of trying to protect their child, were caught in the fight as well.

Ok so here’s the interesting part:

What a dumbass. He probably got into ACSI through bribes or something.

My take on the entire incident:

• ACSI guy is freaking dumb. 
• SAS guy shouldn’t have kept hitting him, maybe one punch was enough? (I mean, even I would’ve hit that ACSI guy for insulting my mother, and not to mention, being a retard)

Why am I doing this, you might ask?

Haha, I’m just very interested in the entire incident and everyone was talking about it in school (as I presume would be the case in ACJC too?). Plus my friend invited me to go watch the match after school yesterday (Damn, I should’ve went).

All in all, I really think this incident is a disgrace to Christianity. Both are Christian schools, and this fight thing is just… I don’t know. And even on the facebook group, they’re still flaming about it, calling themselves ‘Saints’ and using vulgarities like nobody’s business, making it kinda ironic. The last time I checked, ‘Saints’ didn’t go around hitting people at the bus stops (even if the ACSI guys started insulting them first) or stereotype the entire ACSI population because of one dumbass.

Just my two cents worth on the issue.

Last 10 minutes left of the weekends.

Weekends, they pass too quickly. I need more time to let my mind settle, and to revert back to some sort of sanity. Much drama over the past few days, and I’ve been having a lot on my mind lately. Too much subjects to revise, too much trash to put up with, too much expectations and demands to meet. Too much swept under the rug. It’s been one hell of a week, and it’ll be one hell of a week for me to barely make it through.

I need to catch my breath. 

I slipped away last night,
Took me away from sight and the place I know
All crushed upon my skin,
This mess I put you in and the punch I threw.
It was a strange reaction,  for someone like you to remain on side
And in a chain reaction,  I was down and calling for a place to hide

Your love means everything.