I went to visit a certain Home today.
I am rather shaken by what is going to happen.
Since no one wanted to go, I went by myself.
I really missed them.
When I got into touch with what was happening, I was extremely upset.
They were going to send on resident away to another Home against her own will.
I know what it is like with countless homes.
They do not treat them like Humans. They are merely treated as numbers.
I have SEEN the way they speak to the residents.
The resident cried to me, and I felt helpless.
All I could do was merely touch her shoulder and hand and offer my words of encouragement.
Please pray for them and do visit and help in Homes if you can, especially during the holidays.
Would you rather waste your life away on Booze and parties? What does clubbing do in any way to aid you?
You will only end up drunk and screwed.
Sorry, I hate drinking.
Please help the less fortunate.
Thanks.
A drop in the ocean or a hay in a haystack makes a difference.
Honestly, can you imagine being in the same surroundings every single day?
Now being the holidays, I already cannot take the pressure.
How about them?
Just a visit will sincerely make them feel better.
Who cares about the "Hours" you'll get on your port?
Just go there without thinking or caring about that.
You'll feel like a much better person.
Please help and do volunteer work, thank you.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Please scroll down to the bottom to read the first post! This is the third post. I create a new post everyday to show that I updated. :D Thanks for reading!
Continued Story.
Remembering Kailey
She made the final touches to my painted face, as I would like to call it, because it is not real, and started on the finishing touch- "Gold magic", as she liked to call it. "Thanks, Apple." I smiled my usual warm smile, and turned to the crew.
I did this for the hundredth time and I was truly sick of it.
The flashes came on and the poses were struck, but I really wanted something better.
At times I did shoots just for the fun of it without the whole team and stuff.
I wanted greater opportunities and I wanted Aaron to know because through this legitimate way, I would be able to veritably feel free and glad.
Aaron would have killed me if he had caught hold of the fact that I still did these sort of "Vain" things.
He hated this sort of frivolous activity.
He told me to give it up.
He wanted me to be a normal girl.
"Stop being so vain. Why are you so vain? You should stay at home and do housework.
Or you can teach tuition."
He used to chime this phrase all day.
"Can you help me find people I can teach tuition to?"
"Why don't you just stay at home and study. You should be studying!"
"Come, let me teach you how to cook. You need to LEARN."
I was defiant. I desired the best of both worlds, but I was never cheerful because of my doings.
And why did I do it? I wanted the attention I lacked from home.
There was never a home.
I said my goodbyes and pasted a genuine smile in my face. It was extremely easy after all the practice I had throughout my entire life. At times I genuinely felt happy, but when I was notably sad I had to keep up this jovial presence.
As I strutted down the rocky grey path, a familiar face greeted me near the side of the street. "Hey, isn't that Shaynie?"
My palpitating heart seemed as though it was going to erupt with a tremendous force out of my ribcage. "Shucks, I hope Shayne recognises me and sees how gorgeously I am dolled up." I said to myself.
It wasn't a coincidence that I bumped into Shayne. I was around his estate, waiting for him to appear.
He drew nearer, but he was not alone. He wasn't with Tay either. I saw another girl. She was five foot two and really petite and she looked like a freaking butch to me. "So you like those damn butches with chopped hair?"
I frowned, and I acted like I did not care and sashayed across that unfeeling grey path. He did not even have the decency to recognize me.
"SHAYNE SAW!" I growled.
"Yes, sweeet.. hurrr.. wannaa come and join uss?" He mumbled.
"Do you KNOW WHO I AM?" I was furious.
"You areee.. a chickk! Huurr hurrr..."
I stomped off furiously.
He will never change.
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I went back to the scenic place where I first went with Shayne.
I thought he was different then when he brought me to the place I truly loved entirely.
He has ruined it thoroughly.
Once, I thought that our differing aims actually complemented each other but at this current moment, all I see is just illusions I conjured up.
I thought his smile was still real.
Maybe he'll wake up tomorrow.
Like how Mummy woke up every morning and her screaming, screaming like a dead fish.
"I wonder how they kiss.
Is there love, or is it merely lust.
Thank goodness you'll never touch me.
You will never be able to quench your thirst."
I turned around and left without looking back.
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Zana looked at Shayne and his five foot two bitch.
She looked as pathetic as he was.
She felt nothing, but the nothing she felt really was something.
She was deeply angered, but she could have never done anything about it, because men are weak, and they succumb to every little temptation, just like Bricky and cheating Shayne. Poor Tay. She wasn't really that poor a thing after all. What about Zana?
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She walked to Zebar Cafe, the nearest Cafe and headed for the toilet.
"I leave no evidence and I never will."
But she forgot that the teardrop will always haunt her like the water cycle.
She cleansed her face and removed the artificial paint.
"Now I look normal again."
She stared at her drenched face and glared at herself.
"Is she more attractive than I AM? What does Tay, or what does that tiny little worm have that I don't?"
She screamed her silent scream.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Zana smiled that genuine smile again and when it did look flawless, she turned and walked out.
"Time for my next show."
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"Bye Aaron. I'll be staying at Jaye's doing our Geography Project."
I walked off and headed straight to Zebar's. Time for some fun.
I slipped into a deep-V silvery black mini-dress that revealed a lot of cleavage.
"If you want a five foot two slut, I'll show you what a slut is."
I sneaked in my five-inch red suede heels and slipped it on. "Delicious."
I pulled the dress just too low and strutted out.
Continued.
Continued Story.
Remembering Kailey
She made the final touches to my painted face, as I would like to call it, because it is not real, and started on the finishing touch- "Gold magic", as she liked to call it. "Thanks, Apple." I smiled my usual warm smile, and turned to the crew.
I did this for the hundredth time and I was truly sick of it.
The flashes came on and the poses were struck, but I really wanted something better.
At times I did shoots just for the fun of it without the whole team and stuff.
I wanted greater opportunities and I wanted Aaron to know because through this legitimate way, I would be able to veritably feel free and glad.
Aaron would have killed me if he had caught hold of the fact that I still did these sort of "Vain" things.
He hated this sort of frivolous activity.
He told me to give it up.
He wanted me to be a normal girl.
"Stop being so vain. Why are you so vain? You should stay at home and do housework.
Or you can teach tuition."
He used to chime this phrase all day.
"Can you help me find people I can teach tuition to?"
"Why don't you just stay at home and study. You should be studying!"
"Come, let me teach you how to cook. You need to LEARN."
I was defiant. I desired the best of both worlds, but I was never cheerful because of my doings.
And why did I do it? I wanted the attention I lacked from home.
There was never a home.
I said my goodbyes and pasted a genuine smile in my face. It was extremely easy after all the practice I had throughout my entire life. At times I genuinely felt happy, but when I was notably sad I had to keep up this jovial presence.
As I strutted down the rocky grey path, a familiar face greeted me near the side of the street. "Hey, isn't that Shaynie?"
My palpitating heart seemed as though it was going to erupt with a tremendous force out of my ribcage. "Shucks, I hope Shayne recognises me and sees how gorgeously I am dolled up." I said to myself.
It wasn't a coincidence that I bumped into Shayne. I was around his estate, waiting for him to appear.
He drew nearer, but he was not alone. He wasn't with Tay either. I saw another girl. She was five foot two and really petite and she looked like a freaking butch to me. "So you like those damn butches with chopped hair?"
I frowned, and I acted like I did not care and sashayed across that unfeeling grey path. He did not even have the decency to recognize me.
"SHAYNE SAW!" I growled.
"Yes, sweeet.. hurrr.. wannaa come and join uss?" He mumbled.
"Do you KNOW WHO I AM?" I was furious.
"You areee.. a chickk! Huurr hurrr..."
I stomped off furiously.
He will never change.
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I went back to the scenic place where I first went with Shayne.
I thought he was different then when he brought me to the place I truly loved entirely.
He has ruined it thoroughly.
Once, I thought that our differing aims actually complemented each other but at this current moment, all I see is just illusions I conjured up.
I thought his smile was still real.
Maybe he'll wake up tomorrow.
Like how Mummy woke up every morning and her screaming, screaming like a dead fish.
"I wonder how they kiss.
Is there love, or is it merely lust.
Thank goodness you'll never touch me.
You will never be able to quench your thirst."
I turned around and left without looking back.
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Zana looked at Shayne and his five foot two bitch.
She looked as pathetic as he was.
She felt nothing, but the nothing she felt really was something.
She was deeply angered, but she could have never done anything about it, because men are weak, and they succumb to every little temptation, just like Bricky and cheating Shayne. Poor Tay. She wasn't really that poor a thing after all. What about Zana?
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She walked to Zebar Cafe, the nearest Cafe and headed for the toilet.
"I leave no evidence and I never will."
But she forgot that the teardrop will always haunt her like the water cycle.
She cleansed her face and removed the artificial paint.
"Now I look normal again."
She stared at her drenched face and glared at herself.
"Is she more attractive than I AM? What does Tay, or what does that tiny little worm have that I don't?"
She screamed her silent scream.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Zana smiled that genuine smile again and when it did look flawless, she turned and walked out.
"Time for my next show."
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"Bye Aaron. I'll be staying at Jaye's doing our Geography Project."
I walked off and headed straight to Zebar's. Time for some fun.
I slipped into a deep-V silvery black mini-dress that revealed a lot of cleavage.
"If you want a five foot two slut, I'll show you what a slut is."
I sneaked in my five-inch red suede heels and slipped it on. "Delicious."
I pulled the dress just too low and strutted out.
Continued.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Continued from the Previous post.
Read the first part! (:
School tomorrow.
Remembering Kailey
.. Aaron was never the perfect stepfather, but he was nice enough.
Although he perpetually scolded Zana for every single misdeed he thought she committed, when he was nice, he actually meant it.
As Zana ironed Aaron's clothes, she attempted to enjoy doing the chore. Zana hated the way he ordered her around like she was a maid. "This is NOT a hotel. You are living UNDER MY ROOF." And he went on and on about it and she quietly cursed him. Then, she would reprimand herself for getting worked up because she detested anger. She knew how it utterly tarnished every relationship with the people she veritably loved. But she was also weak. She did lose her temper, and how often did she feel horrid about it.
"I should understand. Aaron probably doesn't realise how angry he sounds.
He probably doesn't."
"Well, he is a nice person. He did wake up and bring me to school whenever there was a downpour. He could have slept in."
Zana continued ironing the clothes.
"After all, he suffered enough under the hands of Mummy Kailey."
"And he did not intentionally leave Mummy, like Brick."
She will never be able to eradicate the sight of Brick's pushing of Kailey onto that unfeeling ground from her mind. That silent thud, that cruel melody, his body language.
He did not want them.
He desired his petite little present.
"I like older women. They are more mature than you.
I hate how whiny you are and your stupid job. You're worthless."
"You're worthless. " Zana chimed and stared at the mirror with cruel hate.
"YOU ARE WORTHLESS. Bricky, you are. YOU ARE WORTHLESS."
She sobbed uncontrollably and sniffed, and she buried her head in her shivering hands.
They did not feel human anymore. Why did they feel detached from her very frightened body?
"Why do I see you.. you, in myself. "
Her teardrop fell onto Aaron's shirt. "I hate evidence."
She glided the iron effortlessly and the tear evaporated into the unfriendly atmosphere.
But the water cycle is endless, and the tear will always haunt her and return to its sole owner.
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After Bricky deserted their "family", Kailey numbed herself with her work.
She was misused, exploited and she did not have the mentality to draw herself from it anymore.
Every night was an opportunity and a chance for her to make quick cash.
She was hardly at home, if we were to call that concrete mass a home, and if she were home, she would have been in the arms of a perfect stranger.
Perfect, and strangely perfect.
They were perfect because Kailey never saw them again, and that did her good.
Zana saw herself again that night, huddled in a corner with her hair tied with those blue ribbons from Sheila's, making that endeavor to disappear from the room and she saw those filthy dark purple lips consume her Mum's. Her Mum giggled as usual, that pathetic smile, that pseudo laughter, as though she really enjoyed the cash-making procedure. Both of them would burst out laughing and Zana's tears rolled down like the blood of a dead fish. Dead fish. She was cold like dead fish, and the tears were merely an obligation.
Mummy Kailey glanced at her, and Zana could see that she had already fallen asleep.
Or was she pretending?
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She heard the sound of chirping birds.
It was a recurring dream that continually haunted despite it having happened eons back.
Continued.
Zana hopped out of bed and folded the blue green sheets into an immaculate square.
"Time for the other part of my life. At times, I really wonder why I do it at all. What do I seek? All I want is just the satisfaction I attain from doing it. Whatever."
Read the first part! (:
School tomorrow.
Remembering Kailey
.. Aaron was never the perfect stepfather, but he was nice enough.
Although he perpetually scolded Zana for every single misdeed he thought she committed, when he was nice, he actually meant it.
As Zana ironed Aaron's clothes, she attempted to enjoy doing the chore. Zana hated the way he ordered her around like she was a maid. "This is NOT a hotel. You are living UNDER MY ROOF." And he went on and on about it and she quietly cursed him. Then, she would reprimand herself for getting worked up because she detested anger. She knew how it utterly tarnished every relationship with the people she veritably loved. But she was also weak. She did lose her temper, and how often did she feel horrid about it.
"I should understand. Aaron probably doesn't realise how angry he sounds.
He probably doesn't."
"Well, he is a nice person. He did wake up and bring me to school whenever there was a downpour. He could have slept in."
Zana continued ironing the clothes.
"After all, he suffered enough under the hands of Mummy Kailey."
"And he did not intentionally leave Mummy, like Brick."
She will never be able to eradicate the sight of Brick's pushing of Kailey onto that unfeeling ground from her mind. That silent thud, that cruel melody, his body language.
He did not want them.
He desired his petite little present.
"I like older women. They are more mature than you.
I hate how whiny you are and your stupid job. You're worthless."
"You're worthless. " Zana chimed and stared at the mirror with cruel hate.
"YOU ARE WORTHLESS. Bricky, you are. YOU ARE WORTHLESS."
She sobbed uncontrollably and sniffed, and she buried her head in her shivering hands.
They did not feel human anymore. Why did they feel detached from her very frightened body?
"Why do I see you.. you, in myself. "
Her teardrop fell onto Aaron's shirt. "I hate evidence."
She glided the iron effortlessly and the tear evaporated into the unfriendly atmosphere.
But the water cycle is endless, and the tear will always haunt her and return to its sole owner.
--------------------
After Bricky deserted their "family", Kailey numbed herself with her work.
She was misused, exploited and she did not have the mentality to draw herself from it anymore.
Every night was an opportunity and a chance for her to make quick cash.
She was hardly at home, if we were to call that concrete mass a home, and if she were home, she would have been in the arms of a perfect stranger.
Perfect, and strangely perfect.
They were perfect because Kailey never saw them again, and that did her good.
Zana saw herself again that night, huddled in a corner with her hair tied with those blue ribbons from Sheila's, making that endeavor to disappear from the room and she saw those filthy dark purple lips consume her Mum's. Her Mum giggled as usual, that pathetic smile, that pseudo laughter, as though she really enjoyed the cash-making procedure. Both of them would burst out laughing and Zana's tears rolled down like the blood of a dead fish. Dead fish. She was cold like dead fish, and the tears were merely an obligation.
Mummy Kailey glanced at her, and Zana could see that she had already fallen asleep.
Or was she pretending?
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She heard the sound of chirping birds.
It was a recurring dream that continually haunted despite it having happened eons back.
Continued.
Zana hopped out of bed and folded the blue green sheets into an immaculate square.
"Time for the other part of my life. At times, I really wonder why I do it at all. What do I seek? All I want is just the satisfaction I attain from doing it. Whatever."
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I am now a writer. Do read my story! (:
Haha, it is rather entertaining. Maybe.
Enjoy! :D
Remembering Kailey
"Why are you not doing the dishes? Why have you not ironed the clothes? You, YOU are living UNDER my roof. Zana, you are supposed to do YOUR work. This is NOT a hotel. This is outrageous! I will.... drop down and.. get.."
"Shut up and die." Zana thought. "I will leave the moment I turn twenty-one. I shall endure it and leave as soon as I can. But why is he like that? Does he not have emotions? Does he not understand that I have needs? Does he.. But he doesn't know it."
"Mummy, I miss you terribly." This very thought ran through Zana's mind for the nth time.
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Her hair was tied with those beautiful blue ribbons they used to see when they passed by Sheila's, the most well-known hair accessory shop in Shikane Town. The two delightful little strings cost Mummy Kailey two weeks worth of her salary. Mummy Kailey was poor, and she was a part-time picture slut with little cash to spend. Kailey was perfect, and her lovely brown curls framed her foxy little face, oval and sharp. Kailey had the most slender body and the sweetest smile, and her light tanned frame drew stares at every street. But Kailey was also naive.
"Yes, lower. Lower. Ahh, perfect. Bend more, to the left. A smile. Yes, that's it."
Click.
"She's such a good prawn." They laughed. Kailey glanced, and turned away.
She did it for money. Her poor daughter. How was Zana going to attain a proper education?
Kailey did not want it. But she did want it. It was successful in numbing her.
They thought she was a slut anyway.
Zana's sweet voice drew her back. "Thank you Mom-my. Preee-dy ribbons." Zana's 7 year-old face lit up and it never failed to cheer Kailey up.
Those were truly the days.
Kailey truly loved Zana's father. But he left her. How Kailey abhorred his newer love. She was older than Bricky and she was a petite little present. Kailey hated her smile. Kailey hated her maturity and how natural she was. Kailey was just a picture beauty. She was merely a slut in their eyes because of her job. She was nothing.
It was no wonder that Bricky left her.
"Mummy, mummy. Are you listening to me?"
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Zana snapped out of it. Mummy was long gone. She was still alive, but her mental state was terrible and she would have been better off if she died in that tragic fire years back.
"Bye, Aaron. I'm off to school. I did my chores."
"Bye. Come home early. You need to tidy up the house."
Zana ambled across the same path she tread for the past years, when Mummy was still alive at heart and when Bricky did visit. "I wish I had a choice. Why can't I be free? I want to be just like Mummy. I want to do what she used to do." Zana kicked a tiny stone. It bounced off the grey road and landed nearby with a thud.
"Woah girl, easy on that!" A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Haha, Shaynie. It's you! I should have known. That annoying voice."
"Shayne. What Shaynie. Zany you. Hahaha. Are you okay?"
"Of course I am. Haha. How can I not be. I always am happy. Don't I look happy?"
"I know you haven't been happy all these while. Stop pretending. Smiling doesn't mean you're glad. It merely means you're smiling, Zan."
Shayne stopped. He looked down and gazed into her eyes. Those emotionless peepers and that little dimple on her cheek that appeared when she tried to force a smile. He wanted to make her happy so badly.
"Nah, I'm just thinking. I miss my mum.
She warned me not to follow in her footsteps, but I did.
She never knew about my double life.
And she will never know."
They took little steps across the grey path.
"Hey, wanna follow me to this new spot I discovered? Come on Zan!"
Shayne ran. "Dude, we're gonna be late!"
"Who cares! Haha come on girl!" Shayne's voice trailed off.
The splendor of the magnificent place shocked her. She had never noticed. The trees were exceptionally green and the luscious leaves were spectacular. The air was simply refreshing and Zana loved nature.
"I knew you would love it, Zan. I'll bring a camera here one day and we'll take a picture for keepsake. (:
"Thanks, Shay. It means a lot. Let's go now. We're gonna be late!"
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"Bye Sheena. See you tomorrow! I'll be going to the park for a while."
Zana sat down in the prickly grass alone. Will Shayne be here the next time? She buried her face in her hands and tears ran like a toppled glass of orange juice.
Of course he will be. He promised.
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"I'm sorry Kailey. I need to leave.
"No, Brick. No, no. You can't leave us. Zana needs you. She needs you. She's your..rr child."
Kailey was kneeling and she clung on and wrapped herself around Bricky's legs pathetically.
"Go away. Stop it."
He pushed her and she fell flat. It wasn't the first time she cried.
Zana was at the corner, watching.
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"Zana, are you paying attention?"
"Sorry, Ms Lay."
Shall continue another time!
Shayne looked at her and smiled. She will always remember his smile.
The bell rung and the students quickly exited the classroom.
"You know, you're here but you're never really here. Where are you, really?" Shayne asked.
"I'm in your fantasy.
"Haha, very funny." Shayne attempted to look angry but he was trying to stop his smile from appearing.
"Zannyyy. Haha, stop sticking to Shayne. You inseparable couple. Follow us!" Sheena and Jaye giggled and dragged her away.
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Sheena and Zan decided to go for a girl walk after school.
"Zan, I'm officially in love with the Korean hunk I saw on TV last night! He's so uber cute and oh, like heaven! Hahaha. Save me babe!"
"Haha, are you serious? Hm, he is not real, girl. He is merely commercialized and sold like pretty make up. " Zana replied.
"But he's so cute. You mean you've got someone real?"
Zana stopped abruptly.
"I think I like Shayne."
Silence followed. Sheena stopped walking and turned to Zana.
"Um, I am sorry to burst your bubble. But come on, don't be stupid, he is dating Tay. He won't like you anyway. We were just teasing?"
Zana paused for a slight second, and then burst out laughing.
"Nah, I was just kidding. Haha. April's fool!"
Zana continued laughing and tickled Sheena, but in actual fact, she was extremely hurt.
Shayne. Shayne. Oh nice Shayne.
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She walked home alone that day.
"Oh why can't you seeee, you belong with me--"
Zan's beautiful and melodious voice went on playing.
"Why can't you see."
"Why.
Am I gonna be like Mummy?
Daddy left her.
He's not even my Dad.
He doesn't even permit me to call him Dad."
Zana sighed, and she took loud and heavy steps home.
Time to do housework and please Aaron.
Haha, it is rather entertaining. Maybe.
Enjoy! :D
Remembering Kailey
"Why are you not doing the dishes? Why have you not ironed the clothes? You, YOU are living UNDER my roof. Zana, you are supposed to do YOUR work. This is NOT a hotel. This is outrageous! I will.... drop down and.. get.."
"Shut up and die." Zana thought. "I will leave the moment I turn twenty-one. I shall endure it and leave as soon as I can. But why is he like that? Does he not have emotions? Does he not understand that I have needs? Does he.. But he doesn't know it."
"Mummy, I miss you terribly." This very thought ran through Zana's mind for the nth time.
-----------
Her hair was tied with those beautiful blue ribbons they used to see when they passed by Sheila's, the most well-known hair accessory shop in Shikane Town. The two delightful little strings cost Mummy Kailey two weeks worth of her salary. Mummy Kailey was poor, and she was a part-time picture slut with little cash to spend. Kailey was perfect, and her lovely brown curls framed her foxy little face, oval and sharp. Kailey had the most slender body and the sweetest smile, and her light tanned frame drew stares at every street. But Kailey was also naive.
"Yes, lower. Lower. Ahh, perfect. Bend more, to the left. A smile. Yes, that's it."
Click.
"She's such a good prawn." They laughed. Kailey glanced, and turned away.
She did it for money. Her poor daughter. How was Zana going to attain a proper education?
Kailey did not want it. But she did want it. It was successful in numbing her.
They thought she was a slut anyway.
Zana's sweet voice drew her back. "Thank you Mom-my. Preee-dy ribbons." Zana's 7 year-old face lit up and it never failed to cheer Kailey up.
Those were truly the days.
Kailey truly loved Zana's father. But he left her. How Kailey abhorred his newer love. She was older than Bricky and she was a petite little present. Kailey hated her smile. Kailey hated her maturity and how natural she was. Kailey was just a picture beauty. She was merely a slut in their eyes because of her job. She was nothing.
It was no wonder that Bricky left her.
"Mummy, mummy. Are you listening to me?"
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Zana snapped out of it. Mummy was long gone. She was still alive, but her mental state was terrible and she would have been better off if she died in that tragic fire years back.
"Bye, Aaron. I'm off to school. I did my chores."
"Bye. Come home early. You need to tidy up the house."
Zana ambled across the same path she tread for the past years, when Mummy was still alive at heart and when Bricky did visit. "I wish I had a choice. Why can't I be free? I want to be just like Mummy. I want to do what she used to do." Zana kicked a tiny stone. It bounced off the grey road and landed nearby with a thud.
"Woah girl, easy on that!" A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Haha, Shaynie. It's you! I should have known. That annoying voice."
"Shayne. What Shaynie. Zany you. Hahaha. Are you okay?"
"Of course I am. Haha. How can I not be. I always am happy. Don't I look happy?"
"I know you haven't been happy all these while. Stop pretending. Smiling doesn't mean you're glad. It merely means you're smiling, Zan."
Shayne stopped. He looked down and gazed into her eyes. Those emotionless peepers and that little dimple on her cheek that appeared when she tried to force a smile. He wanted to make her happy so badly.
"Nah, I'm just thinking. I miss my mum.
She warned me not to follow in her footsteps, but I did.
She never knew about my double life.
And she will never know."
They took little steps across the grey path.
"Hey, wanna follow me to this new spot I discovered? Come on Zan!"
Shayne ran. "Dude, we're gonna be late!"
"Who cares! Haha come on girl!" Shayne's voice trailed off.
The splendor of the magnificent place shocked her. She had never noticed. The trees were exceptionally green and the luscious leaves were spectacular. The air was simply refreshing and Zana loved nature.
"I knew you would love it, Zan. I'll bring a camera here one day and we'll take a picture for keepsake. (:
"Thanks, Shay. It means a lot. Let's go now. We're gonna be late!"
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"Bye Sheena. See you tomorrow! I'll be going to the park for a while."
Zana sat down in the prickly grass alone. Will Shayne be here the next time? She buried her face in her hands and tears ran like a toppled glass of orange juice.
Of course he will be. He promised.
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"I'm sorry Kailey. I need to leave.
"No, Brick. No, no. You can't leave us. Zana needs you. She needs you. She's your..rr child."
Kailey was kneeling and she clung on and wrapped herself around Bricky's legs pathetically.
"Go away. Stop it."
He pushed her and she fell flat. It wasn't the first time she cried.
Zana was at the corner, watching.
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"Zana, are you paying attention?"
"Sorry, Ms Lay."
Shall continue another time!
Shayne looked at her and smiled. She will always remember his smile.
The bell rung and the students quickly exited the classroom.
"You know, you're here but you're never really here. Where are you, really?" Shayne asked.
"I'm in your fantasy.
"Haha, very funny." Shayne attempted to look angry but he was trying to stop his smile from appearing.
"Zannyyy. Haha, stop sticking to Shayne. You inseparable couple. Follow us!" Sheena and Jaye giggled and dragged her away.
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Sheena and Zan decided to go for a girl walk after school.
"Zan, I'm officially in love with the Korean hunk I saw on TV last night! He's so uber cute and oh, like heaven! Hahaha. Save me babe!"
"Haha, are you serious? Hm, he is not real, girl. He is merely commercialized and sold like pretty make up. " Zana replied.
"But he's so cute. You mean you've got someone real?"
Zana stopped abruptly.
"I think I like Shayne."
Silence followed. Sheena stopped walking and turned to Zana.
"Um, I am sorry to burst your bubble. But come on, don't be stupid, he is dating Tay. He won't like you anyway. We were just teasing?"
Zana paused for a slight second, and then burst out laughing.
"Nah, I was just kidding. Haha. April's fool!"
Zana continued laughing and tickled Sheena, but in actual fact, she was extremely hurt.
Shayne. Shayne. Oh nice Shayne.
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She walked home alone that day.
"Oh why can't you seeee, you belong with me--"
Zan's beautiful and melodious voice went on playing.
"Why can't you see."
"Why.
Am I gonna be like Mummy?
Daddy left her.
He's not even my Dad.
He doesn't even permit me to call him Dad."
Zana sighed, and she took loud and heavy steps home.
Time to do housework and please Aaron.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Many people proclaim that writing is an outlet whereby people actually have the opportunity to clearly magnify their emotions.
However, is that actually true?
Many of us actually craft these written words and those unspoken ones are all merely filtered away like the pulp and the orange juice. The juice is delicious and simply delightful. Disputably, some people may actually detest the refreshing scent and texture of the pulp, whereas others may actually consume the pulp with relish. What's the point then?
It is simply the perspective we take.
We have differing stands.
We are DIFFERENT.
We are not alike.
We do not think the same things.
We do not want the same goals.
We do not miss the same things.
We do not share.
We have never shared. It is hard. It is as challenging as taking a volcano rock and likening it to cold fish. Cold fish. Where are you?
You're cold like fish.
We're cold like fish.
We're cold like cold fish.
We are not the same.
Everyone is not like that.
Everyone loves different things.
Some like cold fish, some like hot rocks.
We are merely separate entities.
A memory is a memory.
It can remain.
It's not always about you.
Sometimes it is.
Fishes are not diamonds.
Diamonds. Maybe I like fishes better.
Even with flaws.
But I am lying.
However, is that actually true?
Many of us actually craft these written words and those unspoken ones are all merely filtered away like the pulp and the orange juice. The juice is delicious and simply delightful. Disputably, some people may actually detest the refreshing scent and texture of the pulp, whereas others may actually consume the pulp with relish. What's the point then?
It is simply the perspective we take.
We have differing stands.
We are DIFFERENT.
We are not alike.
We do not think the same things.
We do not want the same goals.
We do not miss the same things.
We do not share.
We have never shared. It is hard. It is as challenging as taking a volcano rock and likening it to cold fish. Cold fish. Where are you?
You're cold like fish.
We're cold like fish.
We're cold like cold fish.
We are not the same.
Everyone is not like that.
Everyone loves different things.
Some like cold fish, some like hot rocks.
We are merely separate entities.
A memory is a memory.
It can remain.
It's not always about you.
Sometimes it is.
Fishes are not diamonds.
Diamonds. Maybe I like fishes better.
Even with flaws.
But I am lying.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Why is everyone living in bliss?
They have got everything they can possibly desire.
They've got whatever they want.
Does it happen this easily?
Why do we settle for second best?
It all comes down to where your treasure is.
"If your treasure is up in heaven, then your heart will be there too."
I remember this from the church song.
I am finally freed from Chinese.
Chinese A's were great.
Thanks, Lord.
They have got everything they can possibly desire.
They've got whatever they want.
Does it happen this easily?
Why do we settle for second best?
It all comes down to where your treasure is.
"If your treasure is up in heaven, then your heart will be there too."
I remember this from the church song.
I am finally freed from Chinese.
Chinese A's were great.
Thanks, Lord.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Hello.
Oh yes, by the way, if you actually hear about the "glue" incident. You have to know that my books were stolen, table was scribbled on with insults, money stolen, shoe thrown into pool. ETC ETC at thirteen. Stop claiming I am insane. K thanks. Lol. That's why the venting kz.
Gee, people. Stop being so childish.
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You're right.
Perhaps I really do display myself as some mindless person that does not give a hoot about anything.
Perhaps you're wrong.
There is a possibility of viewing things in an altered perspective.
Do we really want this.
Do you actually feel things are worthwhile when we get worked up for these "vanity of vanities"?
Do they actually bother processing their thoughts before they speak?
Do they really know those concerned parties?
Do you really present your thoughts?
What do you think that reason is?
WHO do you suppose the veritable reason is?
WHO. Darn it. Lol.
The situation was almost identical, except the circumstances have changed and the location was different.
And it will never be a replica.
Like how we age and venture deeper into the woods of in this case, life?
What did you think then.
I suppose flower's still on your mind.
No surprise. She's just like you.
Shallow and superficial, concerning yourselves with frivolous things I dislike.
But I have dismissed that dislike, and I forgot.
I abhor everything like that.
The dream one doesn't exist anymore.
Everytime I look back, I see what happened.
But we've all grown up. We're not like thirteen anymore.
I haven't had dinner.
I can't wait for the end of A's.
Oh, the birds and the flowers and the trees. Haha. :/
I remember the time I was thirteen, and then I had this crush on this older guy and he dated someone else. Such sweet memories.
I was pretty unattractive then. No surprise. Lol.
And then, there was the fourteen year old stage.
I like memories from my not-in-school fourteen year old life.
Even though I was obnoxious and repulsive, I guess I was still kinda uncorrupted then.
It was really sweet.
Great memories. Haha.
Wish there were results though.
Like, as you advance into adulthood or even as you near independence, you begin to reflect on the past events of your life.
It was really wonderful.
Well, learnt a lot.
If you wanna count this year as seventeen, the lessons learnt list won't be filled yet.
I have yet to learn.
I have to.
Stop being like clingwrap.
Can I be thought of as a person of greater importance.
Halfway done through I & R.
Wish it were six and I could like finish it.
Chinese A's next Mon.
"And love, isn't love, till you give it away"
Love the song.
As much as I will miss you, bye! Gotta do work now.
Oh yes, by the way, if you actually hear about the "glue" incident. You have to know that my books were stolen, table was scribbled on with insults, money stolen, shoe thrown into pool. ETC ETC at thirteen. Stop claiming I am insane. K thanks. Lol. That's why the venting kz.
Gee, people. Stop being so childish.
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You're right.
Perhaps I really do display myself as some mindless person that does not give a hoot about anything.
Perhaps you're wrong.
There is a possibility of viewing things in an altered perspective.
Do we really want this.
Do you actually feel things are worthwhile when we get worked up for these "vanity of vanities"?
Do they actually bother processing their thoughts before they speak?
Do they really know those concerned parties?
Do you really present your thoughts?
What do you think that reason is?
WHO do you suppose the veritable reason is?
WHO. Darn it. Lol.
The situation was almost identical, except the circumstances have changed and the location was different.
And it will never be a replica.
Like how we age and venture deeper into the woods of in this case, life?
What did you think then.
I suppose flower's still on your mind.
No surprise. She's just like you.
Shallow and superficial, concerning yourselves with frivolous things I dislike.
But I have dismissed that dislike, and I forgot.
I abhor everything like that.
The dream one doesn't exist anymore.
Everytime I look back, I see what happened.
But we've all grown up. We're not like thirteen anymore.
I haven't had dinner.
I can't wait for the end of A's.
Oh, the birds and the flowers and the trees. Haha. :/
I remember the time I was thirteen, and then I had this crush on this older guy and he dated someone else. Such sweet memories.
I was pretty unattractive then. No surprise. Lol.
And then, there was the fourteen year old stage.
I like memories from my not-in-school fourteen year old life.
Even though I was obnoxious and repulsive, I guess I was still kinda uncorrupted then.
It was really sweet.
Great memories. Haha.
Wish there were results though.
Like, as you advance into adulthood or even as you near independence, you begin to reflect on the past events of your life.
It was really wonderful.
Well, learnt a lot.
If you wanna count this year as seventeen, the lessons learnt list won't be filled yet.
I have yet to learn.
I have to.
Stop being like clingwrap.
Can I be thought of as a person of greater importance.
Halfway done through I & R.
Wish it were six and I could like finish it.
Chinese A's next Mon.
"And love, isn't love, till you give it away"
Love the song.
As much as I will miss you, bye! Gotta do work now.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Remember the "bread" story?
I like looking at it to jolt myself.
It makes me remember every darn detail.
Sweet!
You must be hungering for it.
What a nice thought and great image.
How humorous.
How laughable.
Goodnight, and your dreams will probably be bitter like you.
I can't wait to overtake you.
Tomorrow's run and schedule.
"Destroy"
Displaced emotions like a broken water bomb that
Leaks onto the furniture and destroys the finish which
was so well plastered on for months without being
altered and I
tear it off and snip it into bite size items.
Destroy.
I like looking at it to jolt myself.
It makes me remember every darn detail.
Sweet!
You must be hungering for it.
What a nice thought and great image.
How humorous.
How laughable.
Goodnight, and your dreams will probably be bitter like you.
I can't wait to overtake you.
Tomorrow's run and schedule.
"Destroy"
Displaced emotions like a broken water bomb that
Leaks onto the furniture and destroys the finish which
was so well plastered on for months without being
altered and I
tear it off and snip it into bite size items.
Destroy.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I do not know what nor who it's about.
I should be calm and look at the splendid grass.
Accept it!
Wow, I can't wait for the holidays.
Actually, it would be much better if I had more freedom and did not have to account for anything or get reprimanded for simple things like going out.
Hmm.
School kinda gives me more allowance.
I should be calm and look at the splendid grass.
Accept it!
Wow, I can't wait for the holidays.
Actually, it would be much better if I had more freedom and did not have to account for anything or get reprimanded for simple things like going out.
Hmm.
School kinda gives me more allowance.
The promotional exam results were released on Wednesday and thankfully, I have fulfilled the criteria. I really thank my Heavenly Father for it.
I know that it is by his strength because I could have started earlier to have been more prepared, but I did not and started much later. I underwent drastic amounts of pressure and my working environment was not conducive at all with my younger sis attempting to feed me rubber food and screaming at me every moment. Haha, but it was manageable I guess. And I really need a new table. My table is a foldable one people use for picnics. Hence, it is truly by his grace. I must work smart from now on.
Hope my friends are okay.
I care for them a lot and I couldn't do much except offer hugs and words of encouragement.
Really wish them all the best.
Chinese A's are approaching and the year is advancing to an end.
Oral Presentation is also due soon.
Have rejected and omitted all thoughts of the painful happenings for quite a few months.
It resurfaced on Sat night.
Actually, I have to thank you a lot for everything.
No, I was always single if the reader were wondering. Haha.
I hardly write details about my life without engaging some sort of flowery devices to conceal it.
Now, I shan't.
Still, I can recall how much I cried that night at my friend's place, and then we were talking and I miss my friend that has gone abroad.
I need to forgive what you did and not do because of her which you think I probably did not know.
I need to forgive what you did to show everyone you were totally not part of it.
I need to forgive how selfish, heartless and inconsiderate you were.
I need to forgive how I was merely a tool to evoke jealousy.
And I need to forgive and learn.
I should not be angry anymore.
Just wonder if there was actually anything REAL.
Real equals" not made up for certain motives.
Haha.
But it was a pretty painful sight very recently.
Wish I did not have to encounter it.
This encounter has awakened me.
Forgive and Learn.
Haha, "then again, I am heartless" [Quoted from Vaishnavi].
LOL! :D
Every trial has a lesson for me.
I am thankful for acquiring memorable lessons from every experience.
And put NO substantive emotion into anything.
Learnt that.
Put amounts that you can withdraw.
Manipulate your mind to be positive.
Oh yes.
Time to do something meaningful with my life.
I know that it is by his strength because I could have started earlier to have been more prepared, but I did not and started much later. I underwent drastic amounts of pressure and my working environment was not conducive at all with my younger sis attempting to feed me rubber food and screaming at me every moment. Haha, but it was manageable I guess. And I really need a new table. My table is a foldable one people use for picnics. Hence, it is truly by his grace. I must work smart from now on.
Hope my friends are okay.
I care for them a lot and I couldn't do much except offer hugs and words of encouragement.
Really wish them all the best.
Chinese A's are approaching and the year is advancing to an end.
Oral Presentation is also due soon.
Have rejected and omitted all thoughts of the painful happenings for quite a few months.
It resurfaced on Sat night.
Actually, I have to thank you a lot for everything.
No, I was always single if the reader were wondering. Haha.
I hardly write details about my life without engaging some sort of flowery devices to conceal it.
Now, I shan't.
Still, I can recall how much I cried that night at my friend's place, and then we were talking and I miss my friend that has gone abroad.
I need to forgive what you did and not do because of her which you think I probably did not know.
I need to forgive what you did to show everyone you were totally not part of it.
I need to forgive how selfish, heartless and inconsiderate you were.
I need to forgive how I was merely a tool to evoke jealousy.
And I need to forgive and learn.
I should not be angry anymore.
Just wonder if there was actually anything REAL.
Real equals" not made up for certain motives.
Haha.
But it was a pretty painful sight very recently.
Wish I did not have to encounter it.
This encounter has awakened me.
Forgive and Learn.
Haha, "then again, I am heartless" [Quoted from Vaishnavi].
LOL! :D
Every trial has a lesson for me.
I am thankful for acquiring memorable lessons from every experience.
And put NO substantive emotion into anything.
Learnt that.
Put amounts that you can withdraw.
Manipulate your mind to be positive.
Oh yes.
Time to do something meaningful with my life.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I missed my bus because I was reading the new lit text.
Finished the last pages.
On the way home, I typed into my phone.
I deleted it all.
A phone makes a nice diary.
I thought of countless things that I could blog about when I reached home but at this current moment, nothing seems to be left after passing through the mind's filter.
Haha.
I am home now and the sheer delight of relaxation does not interest me.
My gold ribbon hairband broke when I was rummaging through my bag on Saturday.
Haha, shall ttyl.
Finished the last pages.
On the way home, I typed into my phone.
I deleted it all.
A phone makes a nice diary.
I thought of countless things that I could blog about when I reached home but at this current moment, nothing seems to be left after passing through the mind's filter.
Haha.
I am home now and the sheer delight of relaxation does not interest me.
My gold ribbon hairband broke when I was rummaging through my bag on Saturday.
Haha, shall ttyl.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
I hope you'll Make up your mind.
Lessons from each trial solely serve this purpose- to educate.
I hope I'll learn.
Promos in 2 weeks.
Heavenly Father, please guide me.
http://twitter.com/immaculatefancy
http://twitter.com/gohyiling
"Surprise me"
Like the capricious eventide breeze in the season of doom
Characterized by such impulse as it dug its own tomb
Mesmerize me further but withhold the last breadth
Of pure merriment without an inch of suspense
Do not do this.
Lessons from each trial solely serve this purpose- to educate.
I hope I'll learn.
Promos in 2 weeks.
Heavenly Father, please guide me.
http://twitter.com/immaculatefancy
http://twitter.com/gohyiling
"Surprise me"
Like the capricious eventide breeze in the season of doom
Characterized by such impulse as it dug its own tomb
Mesmerize me further but withhold the last breadth
Of pure merriment without an inch of suspense
Do not do this.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Started studying for econs today.
I crafted a timetable and I followed it for the first hour.
The breaks were longer than intended!
It's a good start though.
Haha, do it girl!
I did something not really good again, second time this month.
Not literally though. Haha.
Lol. It's okay. Sorry people.
I am glad for real friends and family.
I must be nicer to my family.
Cooking dinner now. :D
Creamy mushroom spag! :D
I crafted a timetable and I followed it for the first hour.
The breaks were longer than intended!
It's a good start though.
Haha, do it girl!
I did something not really good again, second time this month.
Not literally though. Haha.
Lol. It's okay. Sorry people.
I am glad for real friends and family.
I must be nicer to my family.
Cooking dinner now. :D
Creamy mushroom spag! :D
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The only thing I care about now is acing my promos.
Why won't they get away.
I am in a queer state now. I stayed up till two plus for no apparent reason and I am really tired at the moment.
I commit bad acts some times, just like her.
And I feel bad, unlike her.
And I am dreadfully tired from it.
As events are past and memories are forgone, days drift on without a momentary pause.
I am extremely tired already.
I hate it- how I give up and then things take a complete turn.
I detest it- how I falter and alter my mindset every time.
I abhor how they like engaging in manipulation, and I am disappointed at how they revert to their old selves time and again.
I dislike how I give in and commit those baneful actions.
And most of all, I like it how we're happy at those temporal moments.
But when I let my guard down you're back to your old self.
But it's okay, you have an impervious shield. :D
People who perpetually have a cynical view about everything put me off in a sad way.
Will my friends be glad one day?
I left and returned, but now,
It's time to leave.
Okay, I have gone. :D Hehe.
I am in control.
I am not gonna participate in mind races.
((:
I'm glad it's a week's break! :D
Now for my gay side,
I love Chuanie, Vaish and Melmel :D :D
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I think "The Winding Staircase" is damn sad.
Haha. Attempt to put yourself in the person's shoes, engaging in "false merriment".
Well, I did once. Hahaha, sorry I just love my poems. They are my babies. :D
"The loathsome pretense, how she fabricates it herself
The useless endeavors when there was everyone else
How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
She engaged in that detested false merriment, like she even Damned cared"
"How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
Their enviable gladness, Like she even Damned cared
She was sobbing uncontrollably, this They will never know
The sympathetic wails, engulfing her very soul"
"The winding staircase, the splendid place to hide
Those blessed people below will never know her plight"
And
"Her imperishable smile she adopts once more"
Haha, those depressing moments I once went through!
Lol, but it's over.
How nice.
I love smiles.
They hide everything.
But they are genuine now. (:
I do not hide things anymore.
Haha! :D
Why won't they get away.
I am in a queer state now. I stayed up till two plus for no apparent reason and I am really tired at the moment.
I commit bad acts some times, just like her.
And I feel bad, unlike her.
And I am dreadfully tired from it.
As events are past and memories are forgone, days drift on without a momentary pause.
I am extremely tired already.
I hate it- how I give up and then things take a complete turn.
I detest it- how I falter and alter my mindset every time.
I abhor how they like engaging in manipulation, and I am disappointed at how they revert to their old selves time and again.
I dislike how I give in and commit those baneful actions.
And most of all, I like it how we're happy at those temporal moments.
But when I let my guard down you're back to your old self.
But it's okay, you have an impervious shield. :D
People who perpetually have a cynical view about everything put me off in a sad way.
Will my friends be glad one day?
I left and returned, but now,
It's time to leave.
Okay, I have gone. :D Hehe.
I am in control.
I am not gonna participate in mind races.
((:
I'm glad it's a week's break! :D
Now for my gay side,
I love Chuanie, Vaish and Melmel :D :D
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I think "The Winding Staircase" is damn sad.
Haha. Attempt to put yourself in the person's shoes, engaging in "false merriment".
Well, I did once. Hahaha, sorry I just love my poems. They are my babies. :D
"The loathsome pretense, how she fabricates it herself
The useless endeavors when there was everyone else
How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
She engaged in that detested false merriment, like she even Damned cared"
"How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
Their enviable gladness, Like she even Damned cared
She was sobbing uncontrollably, this They will never know
The sympathetic wails, engulfing her very soul"
"The winding staircase, the splendid place to hide
Those blessed people below will never know her plight"
And
"Her imperishable smile she adopts once more"
Haha, those depressing moments I once went through!
Lol, but it's over.
How nice.
I love smiles.
They hide everything.
But they are genuine now. (:
I do not hide things anymore.
Haha! :D
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Yay! I won something.
I am extremely happy.
I am a budding poet! YAYYYYYY. Hahahaha.
Gotta go up and collect something tomorrow.
Read my poem! :DD
"The Winding Staircase"
Trivial things that made her day
A winsome smile that took countless breaths away
Like the sun that perpetually sets in the west
The flirtatious ways that constantly kept her in unrest
She once cared though currently it is overwhelming to mention
The competition and how she abhorred the rising tension
Time was when she previously had her way
Conversely right now she will not have her say
The winsome smile she abominates the most
How it manages to entice the ones she loved and lost
Utterly useless, she feigns her euphoria
Till she cannot stand it any longer, she flees and tears
The loathsome pretense, how she fabricates it herself
The useless endeavors when there was everyone else
How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
She engaged in that detested false merriment, like she even Damned cared
Your pathetic smiles and your feigned concern
Utterly repulsive like a withered fern
Too much this time, She wholly breaks down
She sprints up the stairs and the piercing tears; the results of what she has sown
How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
Their enviable gladness, Like she even Damned cared
She was sobbing uncontrollably, this They will never know
The sympathetic wails, engulfing her very soul
The winding staircase, the splendid place to hide
Those blessed people below will never know her plight
She was done with self-pity, nothing will be alright
She wipes away the piercing tears and retreats to their side
Her imperishable smile she adopts once more
Not in any condition will they catch a glimpse of her heart, still sore
Like the sun that perpetually sets in the west
His repellent ways that constantly kept her at her best
Her knowledge surpasses yours, She knows better than you
What you have lost this time is more than just a glimpse of her view
Eradicate the hatred, perish the pernicious thought
And it was not too long before she forgot
She pens this down for you to visualize
The countless ways that you could actually compromise
I am extremely happy.
I am a budding poet! YAYYYYYY. Hahahaha.
Gotta go up and collect something tomorrow.
Read my poem! :DD
"The Winding Staircase"
Trivial things that made her day
A winsome smile that took countless breaths away
Like the sun that perpetually sets in the west
The flirtatious ways that constantly kept her in unrest
She once cared though currently it is overwhelming to mention
The competition and how she abhorred the rising tension
Time was when she previously had her way
Conversely right now she will not have her say
The winsome smile she abominates the most
How it manages to entice the ones she loved and lost
Utterly useless, she feigns her euphoria
Till she cannot stand it any longer, she flees and tears
The loathsome pretense, how she fabricates it herself
The useless endeavors when there was everyone else
How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
She engaged in that detested false merriment, like she even Damned cared
Your pathetic smiles and your feigned concern
Utterly repulsive like a withered fern
Too much this time, She wholly breaks down
She sprints up the stairs and the piercing tears; the results of what she has sown
How those folks were replete with the blissfulness that couple shared
Their enviable gladness, Like she even Damned cared
She was sobbing uncontrollably, this They will never know
The sympathetic wails, engulfing her very soul
The winding staircase, the splendid place to hide
Those blessed people below will never know her plight
She was done with self-pity, nothing will be alright
She wipes away the piercing tears and retreats to their side
Her imperishable smile she adopts once more
Not in any condition will they catch a glimpse of her heart, still sore
Like the sun that perpetually sets in the west
His repellent ways that constantly kept her at her best
Her knowledge surpasses yours, She knows better than you
What you have lost this time is more than just a glimpse of her view
Eradicate the hatred, perish the pernicious thought
And it was not too long before she forgot
She pens this down for you to visualize
The countless ways that you could actually compromise
Saturday, August 29, 2009
The promotional exams are nearing and I am not prepared at the moment.
I just wish people would learn to trust and stop exacting revenge due to certain perceived notions.
Girls like you, why?
It's okay. This is merely being human. (:
We all learn one day.
Maybe not all.
I look forward to the December holidays! :D
I just wish people would learn to trust and stop exacting revenge due to certain perceived notions.
Girls like you, why?
It's okay. This is merely being human. (:
We all learn one day.
Maybe not all.
I look forward to the December holidays! :D
Monday, August 17, 2009
Taking a walk after dinner and inhaling the refreshing air truly is revitalizing. A prayer tops it off. I am thankful for true friends.I should do this more frequently. I should pray unceasingly. Thank you, Lord.K, I copied this off. Haha! Twitter is so convenient. Yup, really grateful for everything the Lord has bestowed on me. The eventide breeze and scenery is simply uplifting in a queer manner. The air was strangely familiar but yet, it felt really foreign. I will do this frequently.
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I am really relieved that there is finally a closure. (:
It has always been my dream to settle every misunderstanding including those from years ago.
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Thanks Colin Chen.
I really feel the need to thank you.
Haha, you've really been an awesome buddy.
I don't usually do this but I am doing this now.
You spoke up for me and I can totally reply on you!
Haha and YOU'LL READ THIS SO I WANT MY PIZZA! :D
Hahaha, have fun in land of torture soon where your hair will be gone like the leaves of yesterday.
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PLEASE BE POSITIVE, EVERYONE!
Deprecatory remarks will only hurt you if you allow your impenetrable state to falter.
Thus, you must be strong and happy.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
http://www.howtobehappy.org/happybook.pdf
It is a free E-book.
PLEASE FULLY UTILISE Great materials TO MAXIMISE PROFITS.
"“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
-Jesus Christ, while hanging on the cross"
"Love is the strongest positive emotion. Love is what drives individuals to
noble deeds. Love allows the spirit to push on against incredible odds,
hardships and obstacles. Always love your fellow human beings and have
compassion, in spite of the frustrations you encounter."
“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.”
-William Shakespeare
"Remember, your tape wants you to repeat your past and will not give up
without a fight. Be patient. Be determined. Stick to your game plan.
Before going to sleep, talk to your tape. Tell it how you want to
respond in the future to the facts that upset you during the day. After a while,
your tape will help you in your battle to change your emotional response to
facts as you become less angry, and your anger lasts for shorter periods of
time."
THIS IS, THE BEST SOURCE EVER.
PLEASE READ THE LATER PARTS.
You may skip the intro.
I have quoted some parts.
"Fears are based on imagined scenarios that may or may not happen.
Most imagined fears never happen. Below are some quotes to illustrate this
point:
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”
-Franklin D. Roosevelt"
" I’m sure you have heard the expression that money can’t buy you
happiness. The reason this is true is because true and lasting happiness
always comes from within. Yet, many individuals depend on things outside
of themselves to make them happy. How about you? "
This does not mean that we do not pamper ourselves and spend money on luxury products. It merely means that we must take care of our emotional well being too instead of upholding the notion that purchasing costly products will make us glad.
" If you want to reduce or eliminate your dependency on things outside
of yourself to make you happy, structure your life so you can generate your
excitement and happiness from within. The great thing about internal
happiness is that it doesn’t cost you any money to acquire it and no one,
except yourself, can ever take it away from you.
How does one create internal happiness from within? It is very easy to
do if you think about it. If you want to be happy, all you have to do is stop
thinking about yourself and help others. The less you think about yourself
and the more you help others, the happier you will become. This is a fact.
Why do I make this claim with such certainty? The reason is because
your brain secretes positive chemicals corresponding to your positive
emotions. When you help someone, you are being generous with your time
and personal resources. You are being brave because you are not afraid of
losing out while you are helping someone else, instead of yourself. Plus, you
experience the feeling of love and well being when you help someone."
Yeah, I research on stuff like that.
Psychology is so interesting. :D
" Also, the more honest and positive you become; the less stress you will
experience in your life. Do you know how great it makes you feel when you
know that you always do the right thing and you are here to help others? If
you don’t know, I’ll tell you. It puts a big smile on your face and makes your
spirit glow inside. People can even see it in your eyes. "
"When these fears
entered my mind, I eliminated them by changing my focus from being
concerned about the future outcome of a shark attack that only existed in my
mind or imagination to one that I chose.
I chose to surround myself with a white light for protection from
sharks and swim in peace without fear. If you don’t know what the white
light is, raise your chemistry and you will experience it yourself. The white
light is a positive energy that can guide and protect you.
You can focus on the present task at hand, protection or help from God
or a Higher Power in the form of a white light, or you can clear your mind of
all thoughts by not thinking and allowing your subconscious to act on
instinct. All it takes is training until changing your focus becomes second
nature or instinctive."
It is a free E-book.
PLEASE FULLY UTILISE Great materials TO MAXIMISE PROFITS.
"“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
-Jesus Christ, while hanging on the cross"
"Love is the strongest positive emotion. Love is what drives individuals to
noble deeds. Love allows the spirit to push on against incredible odds,
hardships and obstacles. Always love your fellow human beings and have
compassion, in spite of the frustrations you encounter."
“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.”
-William Shakespeare
"Remember, your tape wants you to repeat your past and will not give up
without a fight. Be patient. Be determined. Stick to your game plan.
Before going to sleep, talk to your tape. Tell it how you want to
respond in the future to the facts that upset you during the day. After a while,
your tape will help you in your battle to change your emotional response to
facts as you become less angry, and your anger lasts for shorter periods of
time."
THIS IS, THE BEST SOURCE EVER.
PLEASE READ THE LATER PARTS.
You may skip the intro.
I have quoted some parts.
"Fears are based on imagined scenarios that may or may not happen.
Most imagined fears never happen. Below are some quotes to illustrate this
point:
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”
-Franklin D. Roosevelt"
" I’m sure you have heard the expression that money can’t buy you
happiness. The reason this is true is because true and lasting happiness
always comes from within. Yet, many individuals depend on things outside
of themselves to make them happy. How about you? "
This does not mean that we do not pamper ourselves and spend money on luxury products. It merely means that we must take care of our emotional well being too instead of upholding the notion that purchasing costly products will make us glad.
" If you want to reduce or eliminate your dependency on things outside
of yourself to make you happy, structure your life so you can generate your
excitement and happiness from within. The great thing about internal
happiness is that it doesn’t cost you any money to acquire it and no one,
except yourself, can ever take it away from you.
How does one create internal happiness from within? It is very easy to
do if you think about it. If you want to be happy, all you have to do is stop
thinking about yourself and help others. The less you think about yourself
and the more you help others, the happier you will become. This is a fact.
Why do I make this claim with such certainty? The reason is because
your brain secretes positive chemicals corresponding to your positive
emotions. When you help someone, you are being generous with your time
and personal resources. You are being brave because you are not afraid of
losing out while you are helping someone else, instead of yourself. Plus, you
experience the feeling of love and well being when you help someone."
Yeah, I research on stuff like that.
Psychology is so interesting. :D
" Also, the more honest and positive you become; the less stress you will
experience in your life. Do you know how great it makes you feel when you
know that you always do the right thing and you are here to help others? If
you don’t know, I’ll tell you. It puts a big smile on your face and makes your
spirit glow inside. People can even see it in your eyes. "
"When these fears
entered my mind, I eliminated them by changing my focus from being
concerned about the future outcome of a shark attack that only existed in my
mind or imagination to one that I chose.
I chose to surround myself with a white light for protection from
sharks and swim in peace without fear. If you don’t know what the white
light is, raise your chemistry and you will experience it yourself. The white
light is a positive energy that can guide and protect you.
You can focus on the present task at hand, protection or help from God
or a Higher Power in the form of a white light, or you can clear your mind of
all thoughts by not thinking and allowing your subconscious to act on
instinct. All it takes is training until changing your focus becomes second
nature or instinctive."
Friday, August 14, 2009
YiLing had the most relaxing day ever in months.
The facial and the massage was awesome and I fell asleep because I was totally exhausted!
Tomorrow will be a resplendent day because the sun is perpetually bright.
HAHAHAHA.
The diamantez on my hair clasp thing is not obedient. They are falling off one BYE one. Haha, time to fully utilise my other clips and maiximize profits! Lol.
I LOVE STUDYING!
I love econs.
My teacher is a great teacher. Hahahhaa.
I may wanna take up econs in the future.
You may follow me @immaculatefancy on twitter.
It is locked.
Have a great day and always believe in yourself!
Tell yourself that YOU WILL SUCCEED.
YOU ARE ABLE TO DO IT.
YOU ARE CAPABLE.
Believe and put in the efforts.
You will near your goals.
The facial and the massage was awesome and I fell asleep because I was totally exhausted!
Tomorrow will be a resplendent day because the sun is perpetually bright.
HAHAHAHA.
The diamantez on my hair clasp thing is not obedient. They are falling off one BYE one. Haha, time to fully utilise my other clips and maiximize profits! Lol.
I LOVE STUDYING!
I love econs.
My teacher is a great teacher. Hahahhaa.
I may wanna take up econs in the future.
You may follow me @immaculatefancy on twitter.
It is locked.
Have a great day and always believe in yourself!
Tell yourself that YOU WILL SUCCEED.
YOU ARE ABLE TO DO IT.
YOU ARE CAPABLE.
Believe and put in the efforts.
You will near your goals.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
"Faces of Dices"
Beings are like dices that are crafted with a smile
Thrown around like sloppy shirts that can't resist a shove
And sheets of scribbled rough papers that are thrown into a file
Illustrates how the one in confinement felt when thrown into a stove
Burning, decomposing and disintegrating into ash
It would definitely be stunning when fixed into a sash
Beings are like dices that are crafted with a smile
Thrown around like sloppy shirts that can't resist a shove
And sheets of scribbled rough papers that are thrown into a file
Illustrates how the one in confinement felt when thrown into a stove
Burning, decomposing and disintegrating into ash
It would definitely be stunning when fixed into a sash
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Yiling Goh is taking part in "AJC POETRY COMPETITION" WITH A GRAND TOTAL OF 24 POEMS. HAHAHAHA. This is like writting in black and white- "Hi, My name is GYL and I am a bookworm." I think they will die reading that many poems.
LOL I JUST REALISED SOMETHING.THERE IS AN UNINTENTIONAL PUN IN MY POEM.
Stranger
Impeccable complexion and gorgeous flowing hair
She touches up her made up face with extraordinary care
Pouting lips that are full of hope, Coruscating eyes that seem to glow
She ambles pass the unknown stranger and his gaze shifted low
Endless legs that greeted him enticed him at every angle
This enthralling stranger has ambushed him in a tangle
Her inviting gait was welcoming him this very second
And he did not even seem to mind that he had died in her hands
Lol. It makes sense now.
Like, the literal dying and also in the sexual sense.
COOL!
I HAVE TWITTER NOW.
HAHAHAHA. It is addictive.
Add me and see if I will accept you. :D
I'll give you a clue.
It is made up of two words and the first adjective is a synonym for perfect.
The second word is very boring and it is a synonym for like.
You can try http://thesaurus.reference.com/
It is my favourite website alongside thefreedictionary.com
Hence, you can learn new words and tell your "trophy" gf
"I adore you" because you're my idol.
"I fancy you" because you're so shiny.
"I admire you" because you're awesome.
"I appreciate you" for your actions are truly admirable.
instead of saying ILY every single day when you don't mean it.
And she is like probably awfully sick of you already because she has to play it nice and reciprocate by uttering the same clause.
Now, you can change your clause!
Moreover, You can tell her.
"You are flawless" because you have darn good skin!
"You are immaculate" because you're white like snow.
"You are complete" when you get laid.
(I kid.)
And a lot of other dumb adjectives for no girl will actually
TRUST a guy who says "YOU'RE PERFECT!"
LOL.
I am a high-tech nerd, you see.
I read online dictionaries.
I am laughing at my own posts.
Lolz.
Bye sweets! :D
GYL shall go running now.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I WANNAA SCREAMMMMMMMMM.
I FEEEELLL EXTREMELY HORRID.
I was merely one part of a whole.
No wonder. It makes sense now.
I do it anyway. Who can I blame.
I should be a nerd without a life. Nahz.
I can't wait for the December Holidays.
YAY LIFE. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Stop it.
Okay goodbye.
I WANNAA SCREAMMMMMMMMM.
I FEEEELLL EXTREMELY HORRID.
I was merely one part of a whole.
No wonder. It makes sense now.
I do it anyway. Who can I blame.
I should be a nerd without a life. Nahz.
I can't wait for the December Holidays.
YAY LIFE. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Stop it.
Okay goodbye.
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Last Memorial Hall
The melody and the harmonious verses sting my thoughts
As I glance at the reflective clouds like drenched droughts
Utterly cemented onto the frame of the forsaken and lone
Reveling in the snapshots of the merriment that once shone
Traversing the river that never seems to pause
Mirroring the repulsiveness of the unspoken clause
Flashbacks making comebacks as pictures on the wall
Rotting and decomposing in the last memorial hall
HAHAHAHA ANALYSE! YAY!
Perhaps you will be able to dissect my poem.
OKAY I WANT TO SLEEP NOW GOODBYE.
The melody and the harmonious verses sting my thoughts
As I glance at the reflective clouds like drenched droughts
Utterly cemented onto the frame of the forsaken and lone
Reveling in the snapshots of the merriment that once shone
Traversing the river that never seems to pause
Mirroring the repulsiveness of the unspoken clause
Flashbacks making comebacks as pictures on the wall
Rotting and decomposing in the last memorial hall
HAHAHAHA ANALYSE! YAY!
Perhaps you will be able to dissect my poem.
OKAY I WANT TO SLEEP NOW GOODBYE.
I am totally exhausted and waiting to start on PW again. ):
Sigh, it really takes up your life.
I stare at the illuminated screen and my mind is not lightened.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhh. Whyyyy.
Why are there two different fronts. Why. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
I AM DARN SAD, YOU KNOW.
I am like, extremely upset and affected and dejected and annoyed and exhausted and worn out and I wanna sleep.
I stare at the leaves and ponder about my altered life.
Why, I do not comprehend.
I detest change. Yes, I simply adore remaining in my comfort zone.
AHHHHHHHH I WANNA SLEEP NOWWWWW.
I HATE WORKKKKKK.
I WANT TO SLEEEEEEPPPPP.
They state that I smile too much and it is not how I feel most times.
I admit it is partially true. I merely am making an attempt to look nice. Hahahahaha.
What else, at least I made an endeavor.
I hate stalkers.
Hello, stalker.
Stop stalking me.
Yes, you have my "ylgalz" email.
Whatever. Get a cyber life.
I like stalks but I abhor stalkers.
Thanks.
Sigh, I shall compose a poem to maximize my allowance for the furtherance of my creativity. Lolz.
The melody and the harmonious verses sting my thoughts
As I glance at the reflective clouds like drenched droughts
Sigh, it really takes up your life.
I stare at the illuminated screen and my mind is not lightened.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhh. Whyyyy.
Why are there two different fronts. Why. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
I AM DARN SAD, YOU KNOW.
I am like, extremely upset and affected and dejected and annoyed and exhausted and worn out and I wanna sleep.
I stare at the leaves and ponder about my altered life.
Why, I do not comprehend.
I detest change. Yes, I simply adore remaining in my comfort zone.
AHHHHHHHH I WANNA SLEEP NOWWWWW.
I HATE WORKKKKKK.
I WANT TO SLEEEEEEPPPPP.
They state that I smile too much and it is not how I feel most times.
I admit it is partially true. I merely am making an attempt to look nice. Hahahahaha.
What else, at least I made an endeavor.
I hate stalkers.
Hello, stalker.
Stop stalking me.
Yes, you have my "ylgalz" email.
Whatever. Get a cyber life.
I like stalks but I abhor stalkers.
Thanks.
Sigh, I shall compose a poem to maximize my allowance for the furtherance of my creativity. Lolz.
The melody and the harmonious verses sting my thoughts
As I glance at the reflective clouds like drenched droughts
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Ennui sets in too frequently and it causes you to actually ponder about the various activities going on in your hectic life. One word simply sums up all that I must glorify in my overcrowded mind even though I would adore to actually write a whole script.
Presenting to you my short-term goal.
"Study."
LOLz.
Hahahaha Yes, I like colourfulz language cuz I am not a Science student. Hahaha. Sighz.
I have made up my mind.
I shall please my teachers and first of all, I'll start by doing my cheena homework tonight.
I am dreadfully sorry, lao shi.
I know you do not believe me.
If only I could work without sleep and not seek my bed whenever I am crestfallen feel awfully dejected.
I just stopped my < 1 hour nap.
Time for work in half an hour, dudez.
Presenting to you my short-term goal.
"Study."
LOLz.
Hahahaha Yes, I like colourfulz language cuz I am not a Science student. Hahaha. Sighz.
I have made up my mind.
I shall please my teachers and first of all, I'll start by doing my cheena homework tonight.
I am dreadfully sorry, lao shi.
I know you do not believe me.
If only I could work without sleep and not seek my bed whenever I am crestfallen feel awfully dejected.
I just stopped my < 1 hour nap.
Time for work in half an hour, dudez.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I feel like forgetting it at times.
After all, what do I strive for?
I have attempted too hard anyway, and the actions displayed for my view simply is heart wrenching.
What evz.
I have been consuming chocs three days in a row. Haha.
Oh, Kinder Bueno does not make you happy when you're dejected.
There is too much cream and insufficient chocs to release endorphins to please me.
You can try something else like Cadbury or Van Houtten. Hahaha.
I am in control.
When it was pouring earlier today, I felt really despondent and my eyes felt moist.
Not drenched.
What the hell for.
And you are that ironical.
If you stop.
Get moving.
After all, what do I strive for?
I have attempted too hard anyway, and the actions displayed for my view simply is heart wrenching.
What evz.
I have been consuming chocs three days in a row. Haha.
Oh, Kinder Bueno does not make you happy when you're dejected.
There is too much cream and insufficient chocs to release endorphins to please me.
You can try something else like Cadbury or Van Houtten. Hahaha.
I am in control.
When it was pouring earlier today, I felt really despondent and my eyes felt moist.
Not drenched.
What the hell for.
And you are that ironical.
If you stop.
Get moving.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Trivial things that made her day
A winsome smile that took countless breaths away
Nahz, not so much so. Haha!
Too many walls! It still is the same reason, the inability to overcome the teenage past.
There is not a single significant reason to persist in this siege.
I have to like, get the nail polish remover and decompose the cement on the brick walls.
Queer imagery. Haha.
Sure, there are many reasons but definitely negligible and unworthy.
There are simply too many obstacles to encounter and it is simply not worth it.
I detest loitering around.
I wanna get what I want.
It is all about the goals.
Haha, fine! Quote me, whatever. Haha.
People are way too selfish and self-centered, only indulging in themselves and refusing to extend a helping hand when you're upset.
Time to open up and accept it. Everyone is perhaps just like that, human nature. Sighz.
Choices are meant to be made anyway. It is their own right. (:
I was nice. I wanna be friends with everyone if it may be.
This world is so desolate but there is something to be happy about.
My mirror!
No, not really.
Haha, oh.
I like stalks but I abhor stalkers.
I want new make up, like, the Shiseido blusher in this colour.
I CAN'T FIND IT ONLINE.
I WANNA FIND THE PICTURE.
You can buy soft orange for me and send it to my home.
I found some random website.
Go google 'Shiseido Blusher'.
I don't know the colour I am currently using. I cannot find it online.
It has red undertones and it isn't disgustingly pink like those the cheap slutsz I-see-everywhere wear. I mean like, no offense offensively. :D
Gross makeup is an abhorrence to the modern society! :D
Like, I totally should make the overly white faces up.
Do people not know that a whiter foundation only highlights and ITALICIZES (LOL) your flaws?
Haha, use the correct foundation shade! :D
Ask the salesgirl or something.
I feel extremely tired now. I honestly need a long break.
I shall complete my EOM tomorrow. Stress gets to my head.
I must cool down. (: Yes. Sigh.
And actually, I think I had h1n1. Like, the whole family was infected with fever, persistent cough etc and so were the cousins! The source is Sentosa.
Can you quarantine me?
I found out that I love stuffing myself with chocolates in the dark when I am depressed. Interesting.
I can't model anymore.
I need to study.
Yup, and it is over for now.
A winsome smile that took countless breaths away
Nahz, not so much so. Haha!
Too many walls! It still is the same reason, the inability to overcome the teenage past.
There is not a single significant reason to persist in this siege.
I have to like, get the nail polish remover and decompose the cement on the brick walls.
Queer imagery. Haha.
Sure, there are many reasons but definitely negligible and unworthy.
There are simply too many obstacles to encounter and it is simply not worth it.
I detest loitering around.
I wanna get what I want.
It is all about the goals.
Haha, fine! Quote me, whatever. Haha.
People are way too selfish and self-centered, only indulging in themselves and refusing to extend a helping hand when you're upset.
Time to open up and accept it. Everyone is perhaps just like that, human nature. Sighz.
Choices are meant to be made anyway. It is their own right. (:
I was nice. I wanna be friends with everyone if it may be.
This world is so desolate but there is something to be happy about.
My mirror!
No, not really.
Haha, oh.
I like stalks but I abhor stalkers.
I want new make up, like, the Shiseido blusher in this colour.
I CAN'T FIND IT ONLINE.
I WANNA FIND THE PICTURE.
You can buy soft orange for me and send it to my home.
I found some random website.
Go google 'Shiseido Blusher'.
I don't know the colour I am currently using. I cannot find it online.
It has red undertones and it isn't disgustingly pink like those the cheap slutsz I-see-everywhere wear. I mean like, no offense offensively. :D
Gross makeup is an abhorrence to the modern society! :D
Like, I totally should make the overly white faces up.
Do people not know that a whiter foundation only highlights and ITALICIZES (LOL) your flaws?
Haha, use the correct foundation shade! :D
Ask the salesgirl or something.
I feel extremely tired now. I honestly need a long break.
I shall complete my EOM tomorrow. Stress gets to my head.
I must cool down. (: Yes. Sigh.
And actually, I think I had h1n1. Like, the whole family was infected with fever, persistent cough etc and so were the cousins! The source is Sentosa.
Can you quarantine me?
I found out that I love stuffing myself with chocolates in the dark when I am depressed. Interesting.
I can't model anymore.
I need to study.
Yup, and it is over for now.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
People are hurtful, but that is alright.
Most people do not actually mean the pernicious things they speak of.
Just think again the next time although my trust just diminishes after each time.
I still attempt to keep some of it and reminisce about the awesome old days.
Anyway, I thoroughly detest physical abuse.
Stop abusing your penned down authority.
My back hurts wtpineapple.
Arghz.
Breathe in and out.
Sighz, everyone should be friends.
I yearn for heaven dearly.
I want my stolen NEW wallet back.
I want my money. Like, my ez link card and my membership card and pictures.
I will talk to the person. Haha. Otherwise, I will seek the help of higher authority.
People only care about themselves. Sigh.
Don't wanna get involved, don't wanna care. It merely disappoints me.
I thought I forgave her.
Maybe not. She shall return it to me.
That is my weakness, the fact that I do not like to forgive unless an apology is given or I veritably love the person.
Well, not in this case.
I found some good friends though. Like, haha.
Thanks guys! We are in the same boat, heh. :D
and galz, I think.
Nah, guys.
Girls are bitchy, like me!
LOL. Sighhhhh why are girls so hard to talk to.
I wish people wouldn't be so petty.
Haha, I really would love to coexist in harmony with everyone!
Manz, Gbye.
My hair is gonna be ruined from the black hairspray I have to endure every single day.
Most people do not actually mean the pernicious things they speak of.
Just think again the next time although my trust just diminishes after each time.
I still attempt to keep some of it and reminisce about the awesome old days.
Anyway, I thoroughly detest physical abuse.
Stop abusing your penned down authority.
My back hurts wtpineapple.
Arghz.
Breathe in and out.
Sighz, everyone should be friends.
I yearn for heaven dearly.
I want my stolen NEW wallet back.
I want my money. Like, my ez link card and my membership card and pictures.
I will talk to the person. Haha. Otherwise, I will seek the help of higher authority.
People only care about themselves. Sigh.
Don't wanna get involved, don't wanna care. It merely disappoints me.
I thought I forgave her.
Maybe not. She shall return it to me.
That is my weakness, the fact that I do not like to forgive unless an apology is given or I veritably love the person.
Well, not in this case.
I found some good friends though. Like, haha.
Thanks guys! We are in the same boat, heh. :D
and galz, I think.
Nah, guys.
Girls are bitchy, like me!
LOL. Sighhhhh why are girls so hard to talk to.
I wish people wouldn't be so petty.
Haha, I really would love to coexist in harmony with everyone!
Manz, Gbye.
My hair is gonna be ruined from the black hairspray I have to endure every single day.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
This is really good!
Lol, I was like looking at runway videos when I came across this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtZyj_UHAcw&feature=related
There was this particular video with all the models falling one by one. I think someone probably greased the runway.
They went to mop the runway halfway.
It's actually quite a sad sight and their walks were really bad.
Anyway, people are so senseless. They laugh at the models who fell.
There was this video about Naomi Campbell falling and the whole crowd just started laughing at her and no one helped her up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHFSzgh1YQ0
There was another about Jessica Stam but hers wasn't that bad.
Haha, but she looks adorable.
A runway walk is not as simple as it appears to be. People are really mean at times.
Anyway, this is an extremely good video.
Louis Vuitton Fall Winter 2009/2010
http://www.myownrunway.com/video_womens-paris2009_10A.html
I like, need to practise more.
This is like my first runway event thing at 16 and 7 months cuz I am not in Paris/Milan and I am still a "schoolgirl". ):
It's really terrible to see how emaciated they have to be to fit into those sample size clothings.
I am ill and I have not been to school since tuesday.
My whole family is down with the flu sypmtoms.
Pray for my family and I!
Lol, I was like looking at runway videos when I came across this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtZyj_UHAcw&feature=related
There was this particular video with all the models falling one by one. I think someone probably greased the runway.
They went to mop the runway halfway.
It's actually quite a sad sight and their walks were really bad.
Anyway, people are so senseless. They laugh at the models who fell.
There was this video about Naomi Campbell falling and the whole crowd just started laughing at her and no one helped her up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHFSzgh1YQ0
There was another about Jessica Stam but hers wasn't that bad.
Haha, but she looks adorable.
A runway walk is not as simple as it appears to be. People are really mean at times.
Anyway, this is an extremely good video.
Louis Vuitton Fall Winter 2009/2010
http://www.myownrunway.com/video_womens-paris2009_10A.html
I like, need to practise more.
This is like my first runway event thing at 16 and 7 months cuz I am not in Paris/Milan and I am still a "schoolgirl". ):
It's really terrible to see how emaciated they have to be to fit into those sample size clothings.
I am ill and I have not been to school since tuesday.
My whole family is down with the flu sypmtoms.
Pray for my family and I!
Friday, July 3, 2009
I am gonna sleep by 12.45 a.m.
I cannot go on like this, staying up for no apparent reason and serving the web aimlessly.
The mid years are finally over.
I need to learn to spray my hair properly and pray that my can of black hair spray will not run out anytime soon. I don't wanna waste money investing in another one.
I was blissfully walking home today and I noticed the people around me.
I saw an elderly man in front of me, carrying plastic bags spilling with packet food, probably for his family. He did not look very strong, but he still persevered and walked home with the love drowned food that he will carry home for his treasured loved ones. He limped slightly whilst holding the seemingly light load that appeared too much for his frail, old body. I was touched by that sight as I thought about him and his family. I imagined his family at home, waiting and poor, and I did not know why but I just had this image of sympathetic poverty.
I don't know. This simple things make me feel like crying. I think too much at times.
I wish everyone could care about the vulnerable and the forsaken.
Why are people that self centered? A smile to a stranger could make his day.
I abhor judgmental people.
Today, I spoke about matters with a friend.
I really do care about her and pray that things will be fine.
I hope we'll be alright and that history will remain just a memory and good lesson obtained. (:
Psalm 27 (Kings James Version)
5For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
Please read only the KJV because it is the most accurate version.
The NIV is altered and the meaning is completely different.
As mentioned and clearly evident in Revelation.
Revelation 22
THEY ARE COMPLETELY DISSIMILAR.
It is meant to confuse.
Please do NOT read that.
They only wish to draw people away from Christ.
I have one week to lose enough weight and look the best for the runway show.
I shall watch runway videos now.
Bye!
Oh my gosh and I like, can't stand people like that. Unfeeling acts only italicizes your inhumanity.
And I wish I kinda went to a poly instead.
No one would care about my hair like some bitch and I'll be able to pursue my dreams.
I'll be able to model freely and frequently instead of being bounded by rules and reaching home at like 7 plus everyday with no space of my own.
ARGH. OKAY TOO BAD.
You chose it.
I cannot go on like this, staying up for no apparent reason and serving the web aimlessly.
The mid years are finally over.
I need to learn to spray my hair properly and pray that my can of black hair spray will not run out anytime soon. I don't wanna waste money investing in another one.
I was blissfully walking home today and I noticed the people around me.
I saw an elderly man in front of me, carrying plastic bags spilling with packet food, probably for his family. He did not look very strong, but he still persevered and walked home with the love drowned food that he will carry home for his treasured loved ones. He limped slightly whilst holding the seemingly light load that appeared too much for his frail, old body. I was touched by that sight as I thought about him and his family. I imagined his family at home, waiting and poor, and I did not know why but I just had this image of sympathetic poverty.
I don't know. This simple things make me feel like crying. I think too much at times.
I wish everyone could care about the vulnerable and the forsaken.
Why are people that self centered? A smile to a stranger could make his day.
I abhor judgmental people.
Today, I spoke about matters with a friend.
I really do care about her and pray that things will be fine.
I hope we'll be alright and that history will remain just a memory and good lesson obtained. (:
Psalm 27 (Kings James Version)
5For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
Please read only the KJV because it is the most accurate version.
The NIV is altered and the meaning is completely different.
As mentioned and clearly evident in Revelation.
Revelation 22
18For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book:
19And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.
THEY ARE COMPLETELY DISSIMILAR.
It is meant to confuse.
Please do NOT read that.
They only wish to draw people away from Christ.
I have one week to lose enough weight and look the best for the runway show.
I shall watch runway videos now.
Bye!
Oh my gosh and I like, can't stand people like that. Unfeeling acts only italicizes your inhumanity.
And I wish I kinda went to a poly instead.
No one would care about my hair like some bitch and I'll be able to pursue my dreams.
I'll be able to model freely and frequently instead of being bounded by rules and reaching home at like 7 plus everyday with no space of my own.
ARGH. OKAY TOO BAD.
You chose it.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Today's papers did not go on extremely well.
Basically, I expect to obtain mediocre results.
It will be different for the promos.
I have obtained a very important lesson today. DO NOT LIE.
I shall blog about it even though my certain moves were unintelligent.
Note: This is merely a lesson you can learn from.
I was happily walking to the library to study and I got stopped by this young educator. Haha.
She did not adopt the most friendly tone and questioned about the authenticity of my hair colour. (It's for the hairshow.)
She proceeded to say that She can "have sex with anyone, go clubbing", "you cannot."-(Just quoting kayz. I think it isn't appropriate AT ALL but it was perhaps to italicize her point that I'm governed by rules? Lol.)
She also made countless sarcastic remarks. Um, Hahahaha! Why pick on me. ): Overboard you know. ): Gosh. I was really sad. I really felt indignant about it. It made me unhappy because her i don't like you AT ALL you tone, notably loud voice and choice of examples were totally irrelevant and demeaning.
She made a single good point- that we're governed by rules.
However, I was at fault because I lied to her about my information after that and refused to disclose my name repeatedly. Moreover, she has authority. I should have told the truth from the start. If I had, it would have been better. My fault is in that I did not tell the truth.
Tone always does affect the outcome! Geez.
I did not wish to submit because of the tone. That is why I appeared disrespectful.
Now to think of it, I should have said so in the first place.
LEARN FROM MY MISTAKE.
Hahaha. Just tell the truth and bear with it even if the opponent is not entirely correct.
Not because of anything, but just to be safe for your own sake!
Anyway, I am kinda in trouble already. Haha. Gonna meet someone of authority on Tuesday.
It is a good lesson though.
Reflection.
Haha, I ate a chocolate bar and I instantly felt happier!
Blogging is bad, it restricts you.
I cannot type how I REALLY feel.
hahaha. Part of it anyway.
I sacrificed so much for the show.
Hope it'll be awesome! :DDDD
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Hahahaha, Watching runway shows now!
Must learn.
My gosh, they're all so skinny.
Slim is nice but when the clothes are off, I think it's kinda scary.
They are awesome for exhibiting the clothes' beauty though.
Conclusion
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I am sorry for this part but two wrongs do not make a right.
Respect will be given to people who first present themselves in the manner their position expects of them.
Especially, supposed role models.
I hate people who abuse their authority. :DDD Haha!
Otherwise, I will merely be doing what I have to because I am governed and contained.
LOL.
Basically, I expect to obtain mediocre results.
It will be different for the promos.
I have obtained a very important lesson today. DO NOT LIE.
I shall blog about it even though my certain moves were unintelligent.
Note: This is merely a lesson you can learn from.
I was happily walking to the library to study and I got stopped by this young educator. Haha.
She did not adopt the most friendly tone and questioned about the authenticity of my hair colour. (It's for the hairshow.)
She proceeded to say that She can "have sex with anyone, go clubbing", "you cannot."-(Just quoting kayz. I think it isn't appropriate AT ALL but it was perhaps to italicize her point that I'm governed by rules? Lol.)
She also made countless sarcastic remarks. Um, Hahahaha! Why pick on me. ): Overboard you know. ): Gosh. I was really sad. I really felt indignant about it. It made me unhappy because her i don't like you AT ALL you tone, notably loud voice and choice of examples were totally irrelevant and demeaning.
She made a single good point- that we're governed by rules.
However, I was at fault because I lied to her about my information after that and refused to disclose my name repeatedly. Moreover, she has authority. I should have told the truth from the start. If I had, it would have been better. My fault is in that I did not tell the truth.
Tone always does affect the outcome! Geez.
I did not wish to submit because of the tone. That is why I appeared disrespectful.
Now to think of it, I should have said so in the first place.
LEARN FROM MY MISTAKE.
Hahaha. Just tell the truth and bear with it even if the opponent is not entirely correct.
Not because of anything, but just to be safe for your own sake!
Anyway, I am kinda in trouble already. Haha. Gonna meet someone of authority on Tuesday.
It is a good lesson though.
Reflection.
Haha, I ate a chocolate bar and I instantly felt happier!
Blogging is bad, it restricts you.
I cannot type how I REALLY feel.
hahaha. Part of it anyway.
I sacrificed so much for the show.
Hope it'll be awesome! :DDDD
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Hahahaha, Watching runway shows now!
Must learn.
My gosh, they're all so skinny.
Slim is nice but when the clothes are off, I think it's kinda scary.
They are awesome for exhibiting the clothes' beauty though.
Conclusion
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I am sorry for this part but two wrongs do not make a right.
Respect will be given to people who first present themselves in the manner their position expects of them.
Especially, supposed role models.
I hate people who abuse their authority. :DDD Haha!
Otherwise, I will merely be doing what I have to because I am governed and contained.
LOL.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Please refresh constantly.
I update once every few minutes.
I know I am queer.
OH YES.
I HAVE NOT BLOGGED ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE
for the preview of
MISS SINGAPORE WORLD 2009!
(This post is so gonna be like devoid of flowery language that I adopt for my usual posts.)
Hahahahaha. For humans uninterested in my mundane life that is more interesting than a nerd's life of books (hahahahahah. :D), you shall be invited to skip the pictures and read my wordy blog to expand your general knowledge. (LOL) Sorry, I am like, high on the lack of sleep.
I shall mention the details.
There will be six of us for this hairshow.
There will be three main models that will strut(Haha cuz we are dressed like pretty peacocks in our mask makeup) the runway twice and the three others once.
AND GUESS WHAT? Kim Meagan, Karen and I will be THE main ones! :D
In case you mistakenly thought that I was insane to have messed with my hair cuz I was young and ignorant and I like to go to school looking like a delinquent, my hair is dyed and curled for the hairshow, not because I am attention seeking kz. Hahaha, don't misinterpret me! The curls are uncurling by themselves because my hair is too thick to remain tamed. Lol.
Hahahah. :D Now for your visual entertainment.
I do not enjoy taking pictures of myself but this is this only option to remember the hair I had once. :D You know, when I like looked into the mirror with my limitless megapixel eyes, I looked like some doll. Hahahaha that's kinda the theme they wanted to achieve, so yeah.
Kim Meagan and I! :D
Hahahaha, Look at the falsies. They were like extremely huge and I could hardly see cuz my eyes are like pretty small. Yeah, the barbie doll hair.
Fancy those rollers! :D Look at Kim's ravishing mask eye makeup! Her hair is soooo cute!
My 2MP cam does no justice to the makeup artist's work!
Anyway, thanks to Alfie for this excellent opportunity! :D
I am uncertain if they are going to change the outfits but this will most definitely be an awesome and unforgettable experience. Do make your weekends on the 11th, 12th, 18th and 19th free for the upcoming shows! :D Come for the show. You can like, google it online or ask around to find out more.
I will disclose the details if you ask. :D Hahahahaha. Okay, I need to like totally ameliorate my memory. I shall consume the model answers!
Yes, I do bear the knowledge and have it etched on my mind that superfluous superficiality is merely temporal, strictly of this world.
Perhaps my presence will influence the stereotype and possibly evoke a better change. Haha, I'll pray. It does not mean that all models are bad, evil people.
You look at them and you roll your eyes, thinking that they're stuck up aliens just because they're objectified.
There are good ones. Most are merely misused like mishandled funds, sadly. It is true.
And I am like, totally in the midst of my mid year examinations.
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And yes, I gave up on her already. I do not know her motive but maybe I will attempt to treat her normally again. After all I cared a lot once.
And no, I do not know really have a clear idea of what is going on. I do not dare to assume that something is meant for my knowledge because the countless happenings are taking its toll on me. Like, you hopelessly wonder if you're supposed to have knowledge of it cuz you accidentally found out. And then, you are uncertain if you are the concerned individual.
I really risked too much.
Sighhhhhhhhhhh.
I can write a lot of romance novels cuz my imagination is notably futile.
12.30.p.m,12 hours later. edited- Maybe It is about another matter. Off to study! :D Focus galz
Whenever I am in school, I sigh a lot.
During the holidays, this annoyance never bothered me.
I started again today.
Sigh.
Oh, and my analogy. It's like, the goldfish finding out that it really isn't made of gold, it's just a fish named a goldfish. HAHAHAHAA. INCOHERENT.
Like I said, do not read too much into whatever I type here for you can see that it is for the general public like the stranger I saw at the skygarden today.
I stare at something repeatedly like a zombie and attempt to dissect every snippet of information. This is what GYL does.
You should really help her. It's 12.36a.m. now.
Goldfish anyone?
I miss my cuteystar gold coloured fish.
I was at its deathbed. I stared at it until it totally stopped moving.
Oh how I loved my fish. I was p5 then.
I feel like crying now. I am so weird.
I named the other lookalike cuteystar too and forgot about the fish's previous name to remember my poor fish that passed on.
It was so loyal and devoted and it shook vigorously whenever I shook its food container in front of the tank. It would open and close its mouth rapidly to accentuate its desire for food. It was always hungry. I think I overfed my cute star. It survived until I was in sec 2 or sec 3 and it passed on.
I was devastated for weeks.
I miss my fish.
I still have the pictures somewhere.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
12.41a.m.
Why do memories of things like my cute fishes remain after years of innumerable encounters?
Cuz those moments were simply extraordinary.
Simple and memorable.
Sigh, My fish.
I shall never raise a fish again.
I cry when they die.
I update once every few minutes.
I know I am queer.
OH YES.
I HAVE NOT BLOGGED ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE
for the preview of
MISS SINGAPORE WORLD 2009!
(This post is so gonna be like devoid of flowery language that I adopt for my usual posts.)
Hahahahaha. For humans uninterested in my mundane life that is more interesting than a nerd's life of books (hahahahahah. :D), you shall be invited to skip the pictures and read my wordy blog to expand your general knowledge. (LOL) Sorry, I am like, high on the lack of sleep.
I shall mention the details.
There will be six of us for this hairshow.
There will be three main models that will strut(Haha cuz we are dressed like pretty peacocks in our mask makeup) the runway twice and the three others once.
AND GUESS WHAT? Kim Meagan, Karen and I will be THE main ones! :D
In case you mistakenly thought that I was insane to have messed with my hair cuz I was young and ignorant and I like to go to school looking like a delinquent, my hair is dyed and curled for the hairshow, not because I am attention seeking kz. Hahaha, don't misinterpret me! The curls are uncurling by themselves because my hair is too thick to remain tamed. Lol.
Hahahah. :D Now for your visual entertainment.
I do not enjoy taking pictures of myself but this is this only option to remember the hair I had once. :D You know, when I like looked into the mirror with my limitless megapixel eyes, I looked like some doll. Hahahaha that's kinda the theme they wanted to achieve, so yeah.
Kim Meagan and I! :D
Hahahaha, Look at the falsies. They were like extremely huge and I could hardly see cuz my eyes are like pretty small. Yeah, the barbie doll hair.
Fancy those rollers! :D Look at Kim's ravishing mask eye makeup! Her hair is soooo cute!
My 2MP cam does no justice to the makeup artist's work!
Anyway, thanks to Alfie for this excellent opportunity! :D
I am uncertain if they are going to change the outfits but this will most definitely be an awesome and unforgettable experience. Do make your weekends on the 11th, 12th, 18th and 19th free for the upcoming shows! :D Come for the show. You can like, google it online or ask around to find out more.
I will disclose the details if you ask. :D Hahahahaha. Okay, I need to like totally ameliorate my memory. I shall consume the model answers!
Yes, I do bear the knowledge and have it etched on my mind that superfluous superficiality is merely temporal, strictly of this world.
Perhaps my presence will influence the stereotype and possibly evoke a better change. Haha, I'll pray. It does not mean that all models are bad, evil people.
You look at them and you roll your eyes, thinking that they're stuck up aliens just because they're objectified.
There are good ones. Most are merely misused like mishandled funds, sadly. It is true.
And I am like, totally in the midst of my mid year examinations.
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And yes, I gave up on her already. I do not know her motive but maybe I will attempt to treat her normally again. After all I cared a lot once.
And no, I do not know really have a clear idea of what is going on. I do not dare to assume that something is meant for my knowledge because the countless happenings are taking its toll on me. Like, you hopelessly wonder if you're supposed to have knowledge of it cuz you accidentally found out. And then, you are uncertain if you are the concerned individual.
I really risked too much.
Sighhhhhhhhhhh.
I can write a lot of romance novels cuz my imagination is notably futile.
12.30.p.m,12 hours later. edited- Maybe It is about another matter. Off to study! :D Focus galz
Whenever I am in school, I sigh a lot.
During the holidays, this annoyance never bothered me.
I started again today.
Sigh.
Oh, and my analogy. It's like, the goldfish finding out that it really isn't made of gold, it's just a fish named a goldfish. HAHAHAHAA. INCOHERENT.
Like I said, do not read too much into whatever I type here for you can see that it is for the general public like the stranger I saw at the skygarden today.
I stare at something repeatedly like a zombie and attempt to dissect every snippet of information. This is what GYL does.
You should really help her. It's 12.36a.m. now.
Goldfish anyone?
I miss my cuteystar gold coloured fish.
I was at its deathbed. I stared at it until it totally stopped moving.
Oh how I loved my fish. I was p5 then.
I feel like crying now. I am so weird.
I named the other lookalike cuteystar too and forgot about the fish's previous name to remember my poor fish that passed on.
It was so loyal and devoted and it shook vigorously whenever I shook its food container in front of the tank. It would open and close its mouth rapidly to accentuate its desire for food. It was always hungry. I think I overfed my cute star. It survived until I was in sec 2 or sec 3 and it passed on.
I was devastated for weeks.
I miss my fish.
I still have the pictures somewhere.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
12.41a.m.
Why do memories of things like my cute fishes remain after years of innumerable encounters?
Cuz those moments were simply extraordinary.
Simple and memorable.
Sigh, My fish.
I shall never raise a fish again.
I cry when they die.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
My hair is done for the events.
You can view my pictures on facebook.
I watched transformers with my Dad and my sister yesterday.
Hot girls in the show.
Cool robots. Like, really.
Hahahaha.
At the very least, I have dreams that I am on the road of fulfilling.
I notably dislike people who constantly chant the memoir of failures. (If there is such a thing)
As long as you believe in yourself and put your trust in God, he will path the way for you.
You can view my pictures on facebook.
I watched transformers with my Dad and my sister yesterday.
Hot girls in the show.
Cool robots. Like, really.
Hahahaha.
At the very least, I have dreams that I am on the road of fulfilling.
I notably dislike people who constantly chant the memoir of failures. (If there is such a thing)
As long as you believe in yourself and put your trust in God, he will path the way for you.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
If you know me and I do not know you, who is the unintelligent one doing common things like gossiping?
Haha, I am not talking about myself. It is about others commenting about my friends to me. It is not really nice.
That is right. Stand out from the crowd and stop being a commoner.
No, I am not speaking commoner as in like, lower beings but people who do common things that are wrong.
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Hmm, Is this worth being happy about?
I am going to be very corny and give you some age-old analogy.
Only familiar people(just meaning friends and all) and I can call myself GYL, strangers cannot like the way I saw it on some comment. I appreciate it. haha. :D thanks. heh.
And yes, I am know I have made mistakes, but people who laugh about 'ego' are actually just gossips.
You guys just can't see it.
Maybe one day you guys will.
Till then, maybe I will just pray for you.
Perhaps I have given up but I will pray that I do not.
I wish to extend my apology if I have lost hope on you.
It is not that I have not made attempts, but I have forgiven too many times.
Okay, storytime! :D Heh sorry if it offends you.
Like GYL is lost in the forest and she sees a helicopter above!
She's gonna be saved, like totally! Wowz. Ohmygosh oh my GOSH!
And GYL sprints towards that teeny weeny polkadotty-NOT-really thing that looks like a helicopter in the hole of a sky.
And Poof! It's a bird.
The real helicopter proceeds to save some other stranger.
'Okay, I am lost. I am doomed to die. I shall beg the bird brain to bury me in the tiny little hole some caveman dug to relieve himself a century ago.' hahahahahhaa.
(hahahaa sorry I was just so tempted to inject some sarcasm and humour, I can't help it.)
And the poor lost human was stuck in the expectantly humid and dense rainforest, and all she sees are just trees and more darn trees and she does not know the one she should settle for to reside in (How ironic. Yay lit.) only for the night. Okay fine sojourn in the tree. She is now homeless. She is perpetually attempting to find the sturdiest tree(personification?) available but she keeps altering her midset. ):
She finally concludes that a cave is the best. Hahahaha.
Unalive and awesome.
Anyway, GYL has been lost in the forest for like since time was when she got abandoned in the forest a century ago.
She suddenly hears the buzzing (haha, I think.) helicopter from afar. She beholds the glorious and magnificent machine with a little relief.
And now, she is like kinda annoyed cuz life in the cave was really awesome.
Not really.
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Hahahaha I should be a artist for conjuring up such a wonderful image.
Sigh, but that's okay anyway.
I am not a petty person. :D
This is general, and I tend to get upset if people do not apologise but I forgive easily when they do. I suppose that is my flaw and my good point.
HAHAHHAA okay so like Colin C Jack Brown the guy told me this and it is damn funny.
It is about believing in yourself. Seriously, watch it for a good laugh.
It takes up an entire minute of your hectic life. :D
Oh, it is highly recommended to potential emo-dumbz.
I shall be boring and update you on my personal life!
The hair stuff will be done this Thursday for the upcoming event I have mentioned previously. (:
YAY!
Haha, I am not talking about myself. It is about others commenting about my friends to me. It is not really nice.
That is right. Stand out from the crowd and stop being a commoner.
No, I am not speaking commoner as in like, lower beings but people who do common things that are wrong.
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Hmm, Is this worth being happy about?
I am going to be very corny and give you some age-old analogy.
Only familiar people(just meaning friends and all) and I can call myself GYL, strangers cannot like the way I saw it on some comment. I appreciate it. haha. :D thanks. heh.
And yes, I am know I have made mistakes, but people who laugh about 'ego' are actually just gossips.
You guys just can't see it.
Maybe one day you guys will.
Till then, maybe I will just pray for you.
Perhaps I have given up but I will pray that I do not.
I wish to extend my apology if I have lost hope on you.
It is not that I have not made attempts, but I have forgiven too many times.
Okay, storytime! :D Heh sorry if it offends you.
Like GYL is lost in the forest and she sees a helicopter above!
She's gonna be saved, like totally! Wowz. Ohmygosh oh my GOSH!
And GYL sprints towards that teeny weeny polkadotty-NOT-really thing that looks like a helicopter in the hole of a sky.
And Poof! It's a bird.
The real helicopter proceeds to save some other stranger.
'Okay, I am lost. I am doomed to die. I shall beg the bird brain to bury me in the tiny little hole some caveman dug to relieve himself a century ago.' hahahahahhaa.
(hahahaa sorry I was just so tempted to inject some sarcasm and humour, I can't help it.)
And the poor lost human was stuck in the expectantly humid and dense rainforest, and all she sees are just trees and more darn trees and she does not know the one she should settle for to reside in (How ironic. Yay lit.) only for the night. Okay fine sojourn in the tree. She is now homeless. She is perpetually attempting to find the sturdiest tree(personification?) available but she keeps altering her midset. ):
She finally concludes that a cave is the best. Hahahaha.
Unalive and awesome.
Anyway, GYL has been lost in the forest for like since time was when she got abandoned in the forest a century ago.
She suddenly hears the buzzing (haha, I think.) helicopter from afar. She beholds the glorious and magnificent machine with a little relief.
And now, she is like kinda annoyed cuz life in the cave was really awesome.
Not really.
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Hahahaha I should be a artist for conjuring up such a wonderful image.
Sigh, but that's okay anyway.
I am not a petty person. :D
This is general, and I tend to get upset if people do not apologise but I forgive easily when they do. I suppose that is my flaw and my good point.
HAHAHHAA okay so like Colin C Jack Brown the guy told me this and it is damn funny.
It is about believing in yourself. Seriously, watch it for a good laugh.
It takes up an entire minute of your hectic life. :D
Oh, it is highly recommended to potential emo-dumbz.
I shall be boring and update you on my personal life!
The hair stuff will be done this Thursday for the upcoming event I have mentioned previously. (:
YAY!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A measure of time
It's 2 a.m. and you're staring through the screen
Your eyes are bloodshot and the worms are out to play
Prolonged deceit will cause the house to decay
And it is nothing like what you've seen
You lie in your bed and you gaze at the unadulterated clouds
A thunderstorm of thoughts overwhelm you
And soon- it is just a measure of time
And soon you fall asleep.
A Cliff of Roses
My cliff of roses were never mine
I sneaked there twice, and I absorbed the glorious sight
To never be there again would be such a fright
As I would never be able to once more feel this fine
The ravishing roses were stunning to behold
but when I was inattentive the thorns struck me unaware
Life grips you at times to remind how you should fare
and I reached out to touch the petals, crimson and bold
The thorns pricked me constantly but I remained calm
A lesson learnt is new knowledge found
If you actually close in you would hear a distant sound
The comforting songs of the consecrated psalm
My cliff of roses were never mine
They are just a memory, a memory I'll keep in mind
And once in a while I will still allow myself to look behind
As I would never be able to once more feel this fine
My Shepherd
Countless times your poor sheep has strayed away
Departing with indifference and a proud look
Returning weary with a frail frame that shook
But the Shepherd still welcomed me on this blessed day
Jesus, please help me to resist
The temptations and never to use my fist
It's 2 a.m. and you're staring through the screen
Your eyes are bloodshot and the worms are out to play
Prolonged deceit will cause the house to decay
And it is nothing like what you've seen
You lie in your bed and you gaze at the unadulterated clouds
A thunderstorm of thoughts overwhelm you
And soon- it is just a measure of time
And soon you fall asleep.
A Cliff of Roses
My cliff of roses were never mine
I sneaked there twice, and I absorbed the glorious sight
To never be there again would be such a fright
As I would never be able to once more feel this fine
The ravishing roses were stunning to behold
but when I was inattentive the thorns struck me unaware
Life grips you at times to remind how you should fare
and I reached out to touch the petals, crimson and bold
The thorns pricked me constantly but I remained calm
A lesson learnt is new knowledge found
If you actually close in you would hear a distant sound
The comforting songs of the consecrated psalm
My cliff of roses were never mine
They are just a memory, a memory I'll keep in mind
And once in a while I will still allow myself to look behind
As I would never be able to once more feel this fine
My Shepherd
Countless times your poor sheep has strayed away
Departing with indifference and a proud look
Returning weary with a frail frame that shook
But the Shepherd still welcomed me on this blessed day
Jesus, please help me to resist
The temptations and never to use my fist
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