the school of the future

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…

St. Pats Carnival: age does not matter

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?

MJ: How are his kids?

Sigh. I feel really sad for his kids. I honestly do. I live in Singapore right and ET is going on about a secret girl friend, drug stuff, the will came out and so many speculations about MJ is coming out.Now if I live here, half way across the world from where MJ will be buried and all this rumours floating around and I know about some of them, wouldn’t MJ’s kids know about them too?

I would think it is sad. Their dad just died.  Show some respect. If an average Joe died, not many would care. MJ was not average but show some respect please?

The king of Pop has died. I think it is a little too late to speculate.

A tribute to the King of Pop

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

Movie Review: Transformers 2, the revenge of the fallen

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!

A tribute to all dads

Happy Father’s Day to my Dad and all dads of the world. Here are a bunch of random sentences put together to form something special to dad’s and their kids.

Dads are the greatest gift you can ever have.

So cherish your dad.

Make your dad proud of you.

Make your dad smile.

Tell your dad you love him.

Dad will always be there for you.

Dad is never afraid of anything,

unless, of course, it is losing you.

Dad is perfect in every single way.

Dad loves you.

Cares for you

Is hardly the bad guy.

Dad always wipes away those tears,

and turns that frown upside down.

Dad tells the best stories,

of pirates, giants, soldiers

and of his life’s worth of experiences.

So here is to all dads

especially mine

for being so loving and forever kind.

Dad will always believe in you

and me

so thank you Dad,

for giving me everything that I could ever need.

Happy father’s day

Love Cheyenne Phillips.

Words

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.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

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.

27 May update.

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

Where do I go?

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.

Twenty thousand miles from the place I call home

And twenty some odd years since the day I was born

And I’m searching, I’m still searching for answers
( Always have been searching for answers, since the day I was born. I never knew what was truely the right think to do. Like one of those situations where you killed a guy out of self defence)

People have often told me to chose a different road

That this one can get ugly, twisting turns that just grow old

But I’m walking, I don’t care if I’m walking alone
(I have considered myself adventurous and brave. But sadly, the few I can’t stand up to are the ones who care about me. I can’t stand up for who I am).

And I’m, screaming into the dark

Searching for an answer, where do I go from here?
( Screaming into the dark: hopeless. No one will find me. No one will truely help me. There is not much hope for me left. Try searching for something in a dark room. Hopeless right?)

I, I don’t know where I’m headed

Or if this is just a big mistake
( I have had my share of mistakes but every action I seem to take is a mistake. Everything I do is a mistake. I have no direction right now. I am lost. I made my mistake…I just don’t know what it is)
Something’s telling me that falling down

Is a chance that I’ll just have to take
( failing? hurting the majority? Is it really an option for me? Am I capable of doing so?)

I get on the bus and put down my bags

And take a final glance at the only home I’ve known

At the only home I’ve ever known
( When there was a situation I felt at home, now I am walking away from it. I felt wanted and cared for and understood. Very understood. Am I letting that all go for a reason? Yes. Am I letting it go for a good enough reason?…. I am unsure of that answer.)

And I’m screaming into the dark

Searching for an answer, where do I go from here?
(Was I pressured? Did the darkness pressure me? Did I get too scared? Was screaming into the dark and yelling at it and fighting it back getting hopless for me? Was it getting tiring for me?)

All of my life, I’ve been so comfortable

But I always knew, that there’d come a day

When I’d have to get out, get out
( 3 people as of now have told me that I am easily pressured. Is this the incident I break out and stand up for myself? Live for my happiness and not the happiness of everyone else?)

I’m sreaming into the dark, searching for an answer

Where do I go from here?
( Is there really hope? should I give up? Should I carry on?)

And I’m standing still but I can’t catch my breath

Already running as fast as I can but going nowhere

Where do I go from here?
(Is this failing me? Is this me falling? Is this me trying to fight back? Do I have the energy to fight back? Can I fight back? Do I want my happiness?)

That was a bit of soul searching too. But that is what the song meant to me.