When the term emo came out, I was elated cos I tot finally I found home...
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...till there were posers and wannabes.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
boost of confidence
if only there's an injection for a boost of confidence.
but i think we can only settle for a booze of confidence.
but i think we can only settle for a booze of confidence.
Friday, August 15, 2008
love...
" As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end,be afraid that it will never begin."
You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end,be afraid that it will never begin."
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
love... or not.
as much as i yearn love to fall in love, sad to say that, it is equally much that i hope i would never fall in love.
its just like walking on thin rope with shattered glass pieces right below you. left alone in the world blindfolded. tone deaf to the most important words that might pull you back to the right path.
we all watch soap operas, right? rmb how they enacte those scenes of those 70s? hey you know wat, sell me off as a hooker for all i care. i'll bring the bread to the table, as well as free sex for you, just as long as you stay by my side.
this scene just keep popping up in my head. i know you despise those girls, as well as those who are bruised by their husbands everyday, like how we need the daily 8 cups of water.
we, to keep us alive.
them, to keep them by their sides.
no, i do not despise them. like wat i say, you're tone deaf, blind, yet daring enough to do anything. the fear of demise is equivalent to losing their love. without them is like dying. imagine how can you go without them for days. if you are not afraid of dying, (get me, its d-y-i-n-g, not to die instantly) go ahead and despise them. trying stabbing yourself one knife a day. let the pain seeps through you and feel it. that is wat i call dying.
i know how is it like to sleep with brain wide awake, food taste like acid which you'll just spit them out automatically and physical pain never seem as soothing as before. tears flow from tape with broken pipes and penknives seem like friends with drugs.
but again, this cancer will never go away if you dun step outside the box and see wat kinda situation you're in. as much as the outsiders despise wat you're doing to yourself, step outside yourself and see the torture which you dun have to put yourself through. this chemo guarantees to keep you alive, as long as you resist the urge to fall back the wrong track as well as killing yourself.
trying to keep your hair and not doing chemo, i won't say its right or wrong. because praying to God may help. the tumour might go away and no red cells will be destroyed, nor any precious strains of hair will be lost. but as much as your internal organs might suffer, chemo is just another way that put you through a harder yet short process.
for me, i just wish to get a 9 to 5 job and when i come home, my mum will have the dinner cooked and welcome me home with a smiley face. we ate dinner, watched tv, then dvd along with my dad after he knocked off. my bro will be at the side using his laptop, but i'd be even happier with him chatting and watching tv tgr. lovey dovey r/s, are just extravagant accessories which i cannot afford, and i dun deserve.
this emotion spunned from something that happened recently, but rest assure its like wat i said, a spun of emotions. not directing to anything, and might not even valid for long. not exactly how i always write, the descriptions are for real, at least now.
its just like walking on thin rope with shattered glass pieces right below you. left alone in the world blindfolded. tone deaf to the most important words that might pull you back to the right path.
we all watch soap operas, right? rmb how they enacte those scenes of those 70s? hey you know wat, sell me off as a hooker for all i care. i'll bring the bread to the table, as well as free sex for you, just as long as you stay by my side.
this scene just keep popping up in my head. i know you despise those girls, as well as those who are bruised by their husbands everyday, like how we need the daily 8 cups of water.
we, to keep us alive.
them, to keep them by their sides.
no, i do not despise them. like wat i say, you're tone deaf, blind, yet daring enough to do anything. the fear of demise is equivalent to losing their love. without them is like dying. imagine how can you go without them for days. if you are not afraid of dying, (get me, its d-y-i-n-g, not to die instantly) go ahead and despise them. trying stabbing yourself one knife a day. let the pain seeps through you and feel it. that is wat i call dying.
i know how is it like to sleep with brain wide awake, food taste like acid which you'll just spit them out automatically and physical pain never seem as soothing as before. tears flow from tape with broken pipes and penknives seem like friends with drugs.
but again, this cancer will never go away if you dun step outside the box and see wat kinda situation you're in. as much as the outsiders despise wat you're doing to yourself, step outside yourself and see the torture which you dun have to put yourself through. this chemo guarantees to keep you alive, as long as you resist the urge to fall back the wrong track as well as killing yourself.
trying to keep your hair and not doing chemo, i won't say its right or wrong. because praying to God may help. the tumour might go away and no red cells will be destroyed, nor any precious strains of hair will be lost. but as much as your internal organs might suffer, chemo is just another way that put you through a harder yet short process.
for me, i just wish to get a 9 to 5 job and when i come home, my mum will have the dinner cooked and welcome me home with a smiley face. we ate dinner, watched tv, then dvd along with my dad after he knocked off. my bro will be at the side using his laptop, but i'd be even happier with him chatting and watching tv tgr. lovey dovey r/s, are just extravagant accessories which i cannot afford, and i dun deserve.
this emotion spunned from something that happened recently, but rest assure its like wat i said, a spun of emotions. not directing to anything, and might not even valid for long. not exactly how i always write, the descriptions are for real, at least now.
Friday, June 27, 2008
complains
rmb how guys used to to think talking like 'hey piggy, you wake up so late again?' 'you very lazy leh.' 'eat eat eat. so pig.' is sexy and gets girls attention? i so wana faint. really dun feel like being a bitch, but guys like tt are so annoying and kills my gd mood. no no, turning me on is absolutely outta the question. and i wana say, no wonder they dun get any girls. or not all they get are the same kinda girls who will go aiyo... you very pig leh. eat so much. hmph. heeeee. yeah, go get them. nonono, not me. i'll totally kick your ass cos talking to me like that is insulting my intelligence, and personal attack by calling me a pig who eats and sleeps and do nth else.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Allow Your Own Inner Light to Guide You
There comes a time when you must stand alone.
You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.
You must be willing to make sacrifices.
You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.
Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.
There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.
Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.
Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by.
Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.
Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.
I asked God, "How do I get best out of life?" God said, "Face your past without regret. Handle you present with confidence. And prepare your future without fear".
You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.
You must be willing to make sacrifices.
You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.
Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.
There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.
Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.
Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by.
Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.
Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.
I asked God, "How do I get best out of life?" God said, "Face your past without regret. Handle you present with confidence. And prepare your future without fear".
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
sadists
recently things have been a lil down for me. thinking how meaningless life can be. well, i followed the routined life path carved for almost all sgreans, and i can't help to think this is so not for me.
but again, i'm not the kinda person who can take risks, so taking up a risky, rather phrased as challenging career is outta the question.
maybe i'm not sick of the routined style.
maybe i'm sick of how this routine can carve you into the typical kinda person.
working for money.
taking care of hypothetical responsibilies.
chasing time so much that we wasted our lives.
sick of living, but hafta continue due to our so-called weights hanging on our shoulders.
how meaningless, please throw me an explanation. to me, you just chasing something you didn't even think about properly in the first place.
and i think people are becoming stones.
i always feel, being a handicapped, or abnormal, wouldn't be so bad, if we have the right people around us.
a blind wouldn't worry so much if helpful people would watch out for them.
you causally remind them if they're walking into a wall,
or pull out a hand if the lights on the road just turned red.
it won't be as bad, if million of other eyes are watching out for them.
but wat i see on the streets now, are people with eyes are equally blind.
tell me you didn't encounter anyone bumping into you so hard that your bag flew,
or your feet got stepped by sm strangers won't refuse to give you the apology they owe you.
or walk str right into you.
fuck it. people with eyes are equivalent to being gorged out.
no wonder blind people are so worried.
oh yes, talking about blind, for god's sake why do i feel people are not as blind as they seem?
i see cars slowing down to take a peep at car accidents,
gossiping and pointing at beggars at the roadside,
discriminating gays and lesbians which they could just happily turn a blind eye at.
then why are you so observant towards this sorta things?
oh yeah, conclusion: people are so damn happy making others feel miserable. sadists.
but again, i'm not the kinda person who can take risks, so taking up a risky, rather phrased as challenging career is outta the question.
maybe i'm not sick of the routined style.
maybe i'm sick of how this routine can carve you into the typical kinda person.
working for money.
taking care of hypothetical responsibilies.
chasing time so much that we wasted our lives.
sick of living, but hafta continue due to our so-called weights hanging on our shoulders.
how meaningless, please throw me an explanation. to me, you just chasing something you didn't even think about properly in the first place.
and i think people are becoming stones.
i always feel, being a handicapped, or abnormal, wouldn't be so bad, if we have the right people around us.
a blind wouldn't worry so much if helpful people would watch out for them.
you causally remind them if they're walking into a wall,
or pull out a hand if the lights on the road just turned red.
it won't be as bad, if million of other eyes are watching out for them.
but wat i see on the streets now, are people with eyes are equally blind.
tell me you didn't encounter anyone bumping into you so hard that your bag flew,
or your feet got stepped by sm strangers won't refuse to give you the apology they owe you.
or walk str right into you.
fuck it. people with eyes are equivalent to being gorged out.
no wonder blind people are so worried.
oh yes, talking about blind, for god's sake why do i feel people are not as blind as they seem?
i see cars slowing down to take a peep at car accidents,
gossiping and pointing at beggars at the roadside,
discriminating gays and lesbians which they could just happily turn a blind eye at.
then why are you so observant towards this sorta things?
oh yeah, conclusion: people are so damn happy making others feel miserable. sadists.
dear god
darling ppl, if you dun understand a single thing about the previous post, it's ok. only those who met bitches, or are one themselves will get it. just different reactions- amusing who encountered, furious who are one. it's fine, just pretend you're amused and you can even fool yourself you're the innocent lil kitty.
anyways,
my fav fav fav song- for now. =)
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again
There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city sleeps
and all the shops are closed
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again
Some search, never finding a way
Before long, they waste away
I found you, something told me to stay
I gave in, to selfish ways
And how I miss someone to hold
when hope begins to fade...
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need the person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again
anyways,
my fav fav fav song- for now. =)
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again
There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city sleeps
and all the shops are closed
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again
Some search, never finding a way
Before long, they waste away
I found you, something told me to stay
I gave in, to selfish ways
And how I miss someone to hold
when hope begins to fade...
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need the person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again
Friday, June 13, 2008
yay!
hey, look carefully. this is my phone. it is wrapped, and i did it at PS's G Mask. not $30+, but $58. THOSE WHO ARE GONNA FUCKING DO IT AFTER 5TH MAY 2008 ARE COPYCATS. oh no, copyfuckingdogs. FYI: i love cats, so those who decided to love cats after i decided to are creeps. Creepy crawly ever so disgusting till everyone would want to call the pest control to terminate it from magnifesting. I would name all these people that copy others no originality.
oh no. does my $58 wrap hurt you? did i sound like sm bitches who loves to brag about their shopping wishes? i'm really sorry to make you feel that breathing in the same foul air as me sucks. if you feel that, god damn hell i feel the same way.
oh yeah, i cut bangs. i couldn't stand my beached highlight in front anymore, which i got it from modelling for wella the other time. oh no, i shouldn't say anything about model! i might offend smone who can only model thru her own blog. oh wells, wat can i say about that? yeah, i'm a meanie powerpuff girl! *wink*oh no x 2, did i copy smone? oh god oh god, i copied 2/3 of the no. of people walking ard orchard road everyday. am i gonna be condemned??? maybe having the exact same bangs as smone else, let alone having now, but who USED to have is sucha bad idea! i may not look half as good!!!
hahahaha. its an inside joke. IF YOU FIND THIS FAMILIAR, ITS JUST COINCIDENCE. please do not fucking gossip behind me cos i never ask for your opinion and if you think it's you, ur not fit to talk to me. hateful ppl are not welcomed to read. oh no, i just said "ur not fit to talk to me"? i think a pri sch kid might even be able to correct it and an adult might laugh like an evil devil! *sad*
fyi: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_(hair)
The North American term bangs almost certainly originated with the practice of cutting
horses' tails straight across, a style known to this day as a "bang-tail."
oh no! we are all copying stinko horses!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
pathetic citibank xmas deco
yes yes, i kept all these photos since xmas.
tian's speaker. really v cute!
her pressie to all of us.
pathetic xmas decorations. hahaha.
tian's speaker. really v cute!
her pressie to all of us.
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