Trust me when I say I am do not only like the school of the future because I want to become a student there. No. I actually believe that that is our future. If were a heading towards a future that is very high-tech and very advance then shouldn’t technology already be intergrating with learning? Shouldn’t all this be already in our classrooms? In my short 15.8 years,I have heard many telling the world ‘The children are our future’. So shouldn’t our future understand and begin to experience what the future is going to be like?

Sometimes I get the vibe from people that in the FUTURE, they are just going to wait for other people to invent stuff and discovery that cure for incurable AIDS. I really do get that vibe.

I just told my mother about this and she keeps going HMMHMM!

Sigh…

Today, I followed to his ex school’s , St. Pat’s  carnival. The main event was the soccer match and 4 teams had signed up. The class of 79, the class of 95, the class of 97 and the current school team plus teachers signed up for the game. Guess who won.

The class of 79! ( Way ago team. I was cheering for them all along.)

It was a tough match and the class of 79 came in top. May be they were more experienced or skilled or everyone gave them a chance ( did not really look that way to me). It was several good played games. I think we should never judge anyone by age or looks or anything because they never know what they might have up their sleves.

Sigh. Lesson of the day huh?

To be perfectly honest I hate people who make excues for themself.

Today during The BIGGEST LOSER, this pair made excuses to notfinish the challange when they lost. But the thing is even the two other pairs did not win but they still finished their challange. Finish what you started. No matter ho hard, difficult or time consuming it is.

Also, I was helping out some friends with their school play today. Many made excuses that they were nervous and couldnt do as instructed. I pulled them apart and worked one on one. The shy one that had a chunk of lines could do it more easily than he previously did and the other could beat box ( which is so cool) and he did not want to do it cause it was ‘embarrasing’. He ended up doing as suggested after he beat boxed for 36 seconds straight. He kept saying he could not. But he did! sigh….

excuses. a trick of the mind to tell you that you cant.

Dear Mr. Jackson,

I am very sorry to hear the sad news. I hope you have lead a very fulfilling life, sir. I thought that you should know that just last year for Halloween, I dressed up as you.

I think you should be very honoured that some consider you the king of pop. There are many girls who have been given the title ‘Pop Princess’ but you were given the ultimate title in my opinion. King of Pop. I bet you are sitting right next to Elvis, the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll. Did you know he did not live that long either? Kings only live their reign for a short time. Hmmm..

Anyways, when you were younger ( and black) you were so cool, such an inspiration to many. I was not a huge fan but as I grew up, I appreciated your music and talents more and I just loved the way you tried crazy stuff and your videos were really, truely amazing to me.

Sadly to say, my ‘pop hero’ did not last long, sir. You might have had a mental break down or something. I am not too sure but then my pop hero died. Not literally but from the inside out. Your music was still good and great but your image, your look, you changed. I dont know what was going through your mind sir, but I believe a lot of people lost MJ.

So sir, I hope before your life ended you found the MJ we lost. I hope you did.

Signed

Cheyenne

Everyone should do like  Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox and run to your closest cinema now. This is one of the best secquels to a show ever. Filled with action, romance, family and ROBOTS. In this sequel, Megatron comes back to life and happens to actually working for…. nah, im not a spoiler. Go watch. My rating? 5 over 5.  Our favorites come back and join in this epic battle. However, if you dont get the chance to watch it just watch the trailer. Its the entire movie plot in 30 seconds!

I believe in being proud of my work and I got 22/25 for my free writing essay for my english examination. So I thought I put it up. It is entitled Scars and the only gruesome sorry i hav ever handed in to my teacher. This is the edited version. It is not very much different and I hope you all like it.

Scars

Sierra stared at her reflection. The marks on her stomach, the scratches on her arms and her blue-black legs were all the physicaly scarrings she faced the night before. She turned and looked at her back in the mirror. Those marks which were bleeding the night before still stung. She pulled down her black body-hugging shirt, grabbed her school bag and walked out the door. She did not even say bye to her mother who did not notice her daughter leave.

Stepping out into the sun, Sierra glanced around at the empty streets. She felt a warm sense of relief but knew in her neighbourhood, she had to leep her guard up. Mr. Johnson glared at Sierra from across the street as he was getting his mail. He, like man, could not see past her violent acts, her illegal actions and her dysfunctional family. As a matter if fact, Mr. Johnson could not look beyond the colour of her skin.

All Sierra could think of was that Mr Johnson was a grumpy old man who did not care about her well-being. In this unproclaimed war, being strong and protecting your own was all you should live for. It was all she could live for. Yet, she hated herself. She had not been strong the night before. She did not protect her own the night before. She thanked the Lord Mr. Johnson did not know the full story of last night’s events. She knew he was very capable of shooting her.

As she walked onto school grounds, many conversations froze and all eyes were on her.  She could feel their stares, like blades piercing her, scarring her even more. W0rd had definately gotten out. This was no longer a small inocent 14 year old Latino girl. After what happened last night, Sierra was a full grown woman, the kind thatr stood up for what she wanted, the kind who fought her own battles and the kind that was considered a traitor.

How did she do it? How did a freshman at Wilson High School become this woman overnight? Sierra took her seat in the middle of her English class, the worse seat to be in at that moment. No one saw her scars. All they saw was a Latino girl who started last night’s shootings.

Last night, Sierra was scarred physically and emotionally. Last night scarred her more than the past 14 years ever did. Her beautiful face turned hard as her memories filled the emptiness she felt in the room.

Calvin Johnson who turned 16 last night was Mr. Johnson’s oldest son and Sierra’s secret lover. Calvin never wanted to be like his father and he befriended Sierra when she was 12. Back then her father was an alcoholic and an abuser. He would hit her mother and tried many times to sell Sierra on the streets to support his addiction. Fortunately, God had blessed Sierra with speed. Her father scarred her for life and when Calvin sat with her, talked and played with her, she finally understood that ‘love’ was not just a word, it was a feeling. The day Calvin told her he loved her was the day they officially became an item.

They have been together for almost a year. Then news of Calvin being selected  to enter an elite school three states away came and Sierra felt lost once again. Calvin said he wanted to give himself to her before he left and she felt the same way. So last night, he climbed through her window at midnight. Little did they know that Calvin’s gangster buddies and Sierra’s father began the action. He entered her room drunk with his favorite belt in hand and he found his daughter kissing a white boy. He started whipping both of them, yelling at her of being such a disgrace. He kicked both of them out of the house and started yelling at Calvin while Sierra was trying to hold her father back. Her mother just watched.

The two gang came out of nowhere and began fighting on the streets. All was a blur to Sierra now. She just remembered about 5 people being sent to hospital and how the police came and broke up the fight. Her father and a few others were taken into custody. Her mum refused to speak to her. Calvin was immediately sent away that morning.It was not likely she would see him again.

“Sierra. Could you come up here for a moment?” She looked up to find Ms Gwen standing at the teacher’s table. She handed Sierra a letter and told her to step outside and read it.

Once outside, Sierra ripped open the letter and noticed it was in Calvin’s handwriting. It read:

Dearest Sierra,
I am missing you terribly. School here is worse than you can imagine. So I ran away. I’ve found a place to stay and a decent job. I am not making excellent money but I am still stable. I want you to come stay with me. When I have enough money, I’ll send for you, my angel.
Yours Always,
Calvin

Finally, for once in her life Sierra felt all the scars she had vanish. They were healed. The physical scars may take longer to heal but she was posivitely sure they would not be there forever.

People use a lot of words. To me, words are just what they are. Words. Words without actions are just words. People tell each other they love you or that they care. Sorry is another popular one.

They are all words. Words mean nothing to me. It’s the actions. I love actions people show others. I find them more real. I really do. I don’t know how to explain it. People use words all the time. People say stuff they dont mean or cause friendships to die because of the words they say. I believe in actions. Cause actions speak louder than words.

I try and watch the words I use. I never want to make people assume stuff I dont mean.

I had my doubts.

Lots of them.

I didn’t want to watch.

But I did.

I liked all the HSM movies.

Camp Rock sucked.

Hannah Montana the Movie.

Better than expected. May be because I had low expectations of it. Hate Ms cyrus’ acting. LOVED THE COW BOY! * WHISTLES*……

sorry. * flips through notes* um…

oh. Great work as a director. very short. we dont see much in between change in Miley.  hmmm…

Yeah not much comments. recommended to watch

so go watch

I understand that it might be alittle too late for this movie preview since the curious case of benjamin button came out a year ago however, I was unable to watch it as it was rated and I was underage. This year the movie came out on CD and DVD and my dad bought it. For me, the movie has ended and I watched all 80 years of Ben’s life.

This has been a very anticipated movie for me. I have been jumping up and down and I was so close to being so desperate to watch this movie, I would have killed. NAH! kidding.

But I seriously wanted to watch the movie.

And I am very happy that I did.

I swear, I was crying for the last hour of the film. And the movie was 2 hours long. I cried for half a movie. And I will admit it. It just made you appreciate the possibilities. It opened more eyes. Yes, this movie opened more eyes than 100 movies put together. It opened an eye for a possible story of several lives of men. It opened up an eye to what true love and sacrifice meant. It opened an eye to show many of us how much a father loves his daughter and how he would go through to provide for her. Ben did so many things I would have liked to do like travel the world, sail and meet interesting and new people. The other characters, like Ben’s crew mate who gave Ben all his pay to give to his wife, also showed and taught great lessons. Like the sailor who continuously thought about his family. Like the sailor who left to save his life. Like the twins, how they fight on land and be at peace on sea and then one died. It opened up a world of history too, a part of history I never thought I would have the chance to see.

I believe the most important lesson taught was from Mr. Cake the clock man. The blind man who built a clock that ran backward. If time ran back ward, his son would be home. If time ran back ward, no one would be at war.

For me, if time ran backward, I would have never make the mistakes. I would have never had made my choices. I never would have learnt the lessons people taught me and I would not have understand myself better.

It doesn’t matter what the past was. Or even if the clock runs backwards. Or if you age backwards. Time runs forward. I suggest we run along with it.

Let us see. Well, I would like to apologise for not blogging about my usual thoughts. I have been busy from school, friends and life. I can’t be in so many places at once right?
Lastest in Singapore this afternoon: My classmates got news of the first H1N1 CONFIRMED case in Singapore. Nombor Uno! Now, we Singaporeans( and sooner or later one of us has to admit it) are very very….how do I put it? Paranoid? There is a slang word that would be much more appropreate I feel but firstly I am not confident of the spelling, two, who ever is not Singaporean might not have a good understanding of the word used.
We are rather paranoid.When the number of H1N1 cases in American increased we went crazy and went to orange alert. Now we are at yellow alert. According to the Ministry of Health we aren’t going back to orange alert until there is a wide spread of cases in Singapore. How many people is considered wide spread? I am just hoping I don’t come down with anything. ANYTHING. I have

I would love to thank Fran to introducing me to this song. However, your interpretation of it might be very different from mine. Lets look at the lyrics.

I figured I must be going something terribly wrong because I seem to be losing my friends.  One decision made and told made everyone around me seem different. My friends don’t like my decision and I don’t want to fight them. We are friends. We don’t fight. We support and care of each other. So what am I doing so wrong that I hurt everyone around me?

Strangely enough I feel likt Troy Bolton. I feel like my friends are tearing me down and not backing me up. I’ll quote my cousin when I asked her to stop. She said it’s my life. Yes, it is. I know every one is looking out for me but that is what they tell me. I can’t help but wonder you know….

Well, whatever doesnt kill me makes me stronger.

So the Singapore Goverment is trying to standardise sex education. I may be wrong but that is what I get from reading the article about AWARE this morning. One Principal disagreed with the programme because it went against his schools values.

I feel that there should be some guidelines but schools should be given the oppertunity to teach their students in any way they see fit. I am very very grateful I am in an all girls school because if I were not, I have no idea how I would sit through a sex ed class.

I am going to do more reasearch on AWARE and let everyone know about it and my views. Now, my thoughts are still a little foggy. If you have any infomation or would like to share your views on sex education, drop me a comment below or email me at cheyenne_phillips@hotmail.com

WHAT CAVE HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING IN CHEYENNE???

This was the wake up call my good friend, shelle gave me yesterday when she figured out I didn’t know they caught Mas Selamat on the 1 of April however the reports came out this yesterday morning in local news. I am equally as shocked. According to the Straits times, Mas Selamat used an ‘improvised floation device’ to Swim across Singapore waters to Malaysia shores on the day he escaped through a toilet window. Also, this is the third time he has escaped from anywhere.When he is brought back to Singapore he will be sent back to Whitney Road Detention Centre which is way way different from the one he escaped from over a year ago. He was planning things for Singapore and that was the scary bit.

Although the Leader of the JI group might have been captured, I know that I can’t just walk around, my nose in the air and think everything is going to be okay. That is stupid. Now I might have been a cave all this while but I am so not stupid! Singaporeans or actually the people of the world can’t look at this situation lightly. We have to be alert and vigilant. The treat of terrorism is very real.

In fact, I dare to bet that on every world leaders desk there is this huge messy file labeled TERRORISM!

You Are Made Of Love, Fascination, and Inspiration 3 parts LovYou Are Made Of Love, Fascination, and Inspiration 3 parts Love 2 parts Fascination 1 part Inspiration And a Splash of Imagination Limit yourself to one serving. This cocktail is strong! e 2 parts Fascination 1 part Inspiration And a Splash of Imagination Limit yourself to one serving. This cocktail is strong!

Your Favorite Color Says You’re Gifted Intuitive — Seeking — Creative Kind — Self-Sacrificing — Growth Oriented Strong — Very Wise — Rare

I am excited

.You are vibrant and lively. You bring passion to everything that you do.
You are very animated and energetic. People find you dazzling and charming.

Beyond being happy, you are optimistic and enthusiastic.
There’s so much life to live, and you’re eager to experience so much!

I need friends

You are a friendly, social person. You seek out connections and relationships.
Being close to others is very important to you, and you don’t like discord.

You feel great when you’re cooperating and working with others. You enjoy belonging to a group.
Nothing makes you feel worse that feeling alone or alienated. You want to be liked by those around you.

I am a lover

You think that there’s no use in fighting, even if you know you’re right.
No one wants to hear that they’re wrong, so you try your best to compromise.

You have love in your heart for almost everyone. You focus on what you do have in common with people.
Life is so much nicer when everyone gets along. For you, that harmony is the most important thing.

Needs being met: Physiological, safety, and love needs

Needs not being met: Esteem and self-actualization needs

You often feel like your life is almost complete. You have plenty of security and love in your life.
However, you can’t help but feel like you aren’t satisfied. There is more for you out there.

You haven’t quite found your niche in life. You need to find more things to be passionate about.
You crave success, achievement, and respect. You know you are capable of so much more.

As far as you’re concerned, Valentine’s Day is simply a commercial holiday.
You don’t place any real meaning on it. You don’t think it deserves too much celebration.

For you, Valentine’s Day is just the day you avoid restaurants and candy stores.
If you love someone, you already show it. You don’t need to go all out for a silly holiday to prove your love.