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Thursday, January 28, 2010 Okay I've just realised that i rather this blog be a private blog so i'm going to stop telling people the links and all. Anyway school today, damn slack, i love thursdays. But i hateeeeee OC. After school was uber lazy so cabbed to tuition, then bussed home and then went to airport cos jansen's going back to australia. John's parents sent ne back home and now I'm home. And the day wasnt so bad cos a text from you always makes my day. Charlie Bellow: On the reasons to stop seeing her we have: one, ongoing physical danger. two, high likelyhood of a broken heart. Three, uh career sabotage. Four, she is clinically insane. Five, she seems to enjoy my pain. Six, fourteen piece matched set of Louis Vuitton emotional baggage. Seven, I haven't even kissed her yet, for God's sake. Eight, she's ruining my life. Leo: And the reasons to keep seeing her? Charlie Bellow: I'm in love with her. Labels: is you Monday, January 25, 2010 haha okay i'm really really lazy to update. Thursday, January 21, 2010 day 5 of 6 awesome song: Tuesday, January 19, 2010 day 3 of 6 halfway there  Monday, January 18, 2010 Day 2 of 6 I dont know whast to say, except that i feel horrible now. In MORE ways than one. Mr Sick is here to stay i guess. Plus night time is the time where i feel nostalgic for some reason, even homework cant distract me from everything enough. And just now i flicked my eyeball by accident and it was super painful. I couldnt open my eye for dont know how long. And ironically i was copying notes for tha biology chapter THE EYE. And in school during literature i was drifting in and out of sleep until i was like HECK IT and i just fell asleep for the last 10 - 15 minutes of class. And that even with me sleeping at 11 the previous night, I seem more tired sleeping early compared to sleeping super late. Theres something seriously weird going on, tsk. Labels: fhgfh Sunday, January 17, 2010 day 1 of 6 okay i dont feel like i'm at home for some reason, i feel like i'm at camp or something, like everything doesnt really feel familiar? For the last few weeks/days i keep feeling like my mind isnt private anymore, more like it doesnt feel like my only little space where no one can intrude. And today i have realised why it doesnt feel private is because it ISNT private, i share my mind with God, not only me can see and play whatever is in my mind, and that he indeed knows me much better than i know myself. Which instead of making me feel freaked out or something, it makes me feel comforted, that there is someone who can actually fathom all tahts going through my mind, something that I myself cannot understand. So I really thank God for the word I've received today during CG:) And every night I miss you i can just look up and know the stars are holding you tonight. Labels: he knows my name Friday, January 15, 2010
Until now. Staring at Grace's delicate pale fingers, stretched starfish wide over his own, Jimi slowly raised his eyes. And it was at that moment at excatly 5 minutes to nine East Coast time, in the middle of a crowded manhattan restaraunt, surrounded by the electric din of stroopy French waiters, clattering cutlery, chattering diners and a forties swing band, across a white linen tabecloth, smeared with ketchup and mayonnaise, and littered with whilte floury crumbs of French bread, Jimi Malik took one look at Grace and, for the first time in his life, fell totally, utterly, and helplessly in love. -Do You Come Here Often? Alexandra Potter Labels: ily Thursday, January 14, 2010 Cos I Miss You
I dont know what I should or shouldnt do. Labels: even in the hardest time Wednesday, January 13, 2010 Ahhhh i just felt so alone today. Help me Lord, just help me get through whatever is going on. Labels: how could i face the faceless days if i should lose you now Tuesday, January 12, 2010 Things i learn today: -Sometimes it takes twice the amount of energy to move your arm -Twice the amount of energy to concentrate -Twice the amount of energy to pay attention to your surroundings -Twice the amount of energy to initiate and continue conversations -Your ears become twice as sensitive to loud noises -Sleeping doesn't cure anything, it just numbs -And studying can actually be the best distraction. I just feel so damn down today. And i just feel like taking my phone and chucking it out of the window. And I don't see how i can survive the first all comers this Sunday. Screw it. This has been a horrible day, start to end, through and through. Labels: screw you Monday, January 11, 2010
- 1 Chorintians 9:24-27 Saturday, January 9, 2010 Been a really busy and packed week lately, tuitions and trainings and cca fair and more. And i got so much homework to do so what am is still doing online? Labels: screw this Tuesday, January 5, 2010 School ain't that bad, haha. Or so says the person who has only gone for 2 days of school. Okay only half day today (cos of mass, apparently our school is 80 or sth like that) Anyway had a tiring walk back to school and then had an hours recess plus 5 minutes of maths. Tomorrow school doesnt seem that bad, i got several classes that I sort of actually like(literature and biology). But i can't wait for thursday, cos theres PE(ultimate favourite class!) I mean come on who doesnt like PE*. Whoever doesnt really doesnt have a life:) Who would rather sit in a stuffy old classroom and learn stuff that doesnt help you in everyday life(like trigonometry) when you can be outside playing captains ball/softball/running! Okay i should really stop going on about pe here haha. Had Okay i shall not say anything more about training, I KEPT HITTING "THE CHAPEL" with my elbow(which led to me hitting my funny bone and thus spasming while sprinting). Tsk, depressing shit. And now our track dates and all are super screwed i swear. *note that everytime i mention PE, its in orange cos pe and orange are just so awesome:) Labels: "THE CHAPEL" Sunday, January 3, 2010 okay a round of applause for john for writing and posting that awesome story below:) and hell officially starts tomorrow. Labels: bravo Echoes of ear-shattering shouts and heart-stopping screams reverberated to every corner of the house. There was an intermittent shattering of glass. “God, when will this end!” I mumbled as I drifted off into deep prayer. Presently, Mother and dearest Father were in a heated argument over infidelity. Mother had a rendezvous with a man she met at the grocery store. When Father had unearthed evidence, it was the last straw. He does not deserve it, same goes for me. Moments later, silence filled the air. You could hear a pin drop amidst the silence. I decided to pluck up my courage and crept anxiously towards the living room. Fragments of broken glass were strewn all over the floor, cushions were everywhere. The photo frame that held my only family photo was shattered like a china doll. It was a spitting-image of a war-torn rubble! In the midst, Mother and Father sat in different corners, like new kids to a playground. They were silent, as though waiting for the other to make a move. Father tried reading a book but his eyes would not oblige, frequently catching a glimpse at Mother while she was in seventh heaven, still dreaming about him. My anger for him was indescribable, for breaking up my once perfect family. Mother did not have a tint of guilt on her, and she was one to wear her heart on her sleeves. I remember that fateful day, where Father first perceived the fling; his reaction was cool as cucumber. Maybe he had anticipated it. When I questioned him, he muttered, “Kids do not understand these things.” I know everything crystal-clear. Why do adults have the impression kids are innocent beings ignorant of things? We know, but being inferior, we are useless. As nightfall approached, they lay in bed. Not a word mentioned, not even a sign. They were physically close, yet sexually far and spiritually miles apart. Countless years of unforgettable memories down the drain due to a slipup, there was no changing the past. Time passed so slowly that I would look forward to the next tick. What has happened to the parents I used to know and love? I had never foreseen this outcome. I could not tolerate being an onlooker to the turmoil anymore, I had to break out of my shell of ignorance and give them a piece of my mind. With butterflies in my stomach, I ran to the door, and shrieked “Why?” Sounding hoarse from all the anxiety, I cleared my throat. “Why is it that you both cannot be as one?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I ran into my room and that was the last time I saw Mother and Father together. Their love was gone, gone with the blink of an eye. Saturday, January 2, 2010 Been a wild crazy more-than-24-hours for me. Bascially last night after the party at darius's, bryan bernard john jannah and I stayed over, a whole night/early morning of guitar hero/band hero and FIFA. Guys played fifa, boreddd me to death. Haha and something retarded is that john and I were playing the guitar together for guitar hero, haha the BFG(best friends guitar)okay i have no idea who made that up haha. We all fell asleep at about 3:30, and we were all woken up at 11 plus, and had breakfust/brunch and then more guitar hero/band hero and fifa. After that we all got kind of bored (and i was so bored that i actually did some of bernard's holiday hw for him) and theh we all played BALDERDASH. HAha okay was freaking funny mostly cos we were playing with bernard/john/darius. Ordered KFC after that and watched planet 51, and i fell asleep half way. Then slacked for a while, rewatching the finale of Singapore idol and then all of us left, and home seems so boring now, haha. yeah sure, let the misery eat you up alive. Labels: band hero Friday, January 1, 2010 Yup okay so at darius's place now, all the guys around me are playing DotA so need i say more? Haha yup I'm dead bored. Around me are Jannah, Bryan, Bernard, Kenneth and next to me is john, who claims his owning. john is an awesome bestfriend and he types very fast compared to joleen. GUESS WHO TYPED THAT. haha if you guessed it correct, good for you. If you guessed it wrong then i can diagnose you with extreme stupidity:) So this is currently the only thing that i can d now, cos its quite true that SOME (emphasis on the SOME for bernard's sake) guys become oblivious to their surroundings when playing dotA, and hence when they die they whack the closest peron to thm even if its a innocent girl like ME, haha except fpr john who will whack me even though he didnt die. Haha this is the first time I'm blogging in my almost 2 years of blogging that people read over my shoulder when i'm still typing. Haha okay i think i should stop here and hopefully attempt to understand the many screamings and shouts of the guys playing dotA around me. K bye Labels: lots of screaming and shouting fom GUYS. |
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