say hey thoo zelo whan zelo

>> Thursday, December 31

Get ready to sat BUHBYE to 2009 peeps!!!


And say, Why Hello 2010!!!!!!!!!!


So, what's your New Year's resolution????


I'm curious as a busy-body-bee-wax... so tell me, tell me, tell me!

ooo.. BTW, have an awesome possum NYE celebration but stay alive kay ;-)

Lotsa love!

♥THE END♥

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I don't feel; I know that...

>> Monday, December 28

Listening to: Broken by Seether ft Amy Lee

I'M SCARED...

That's right. You can use any other words that belong to the same family - afraid, terrified, frightened, petrified, spooked, etc - it doesn't matter. I am all that.

Not because of the dark. Not because of the paranormal. Not because of death.
Certainly not because of any usual trivial objects that I'm usually fearful of.

In fact, it is a thing that is much worst than all of that combined. I've been told that I think too much because of this. I've been told to chill. I get it! There's nothing to be said to someone who doesn't even know what she is afraid of.

Last night, it got me into a really panic state that I was terrified of something that I have absolutely no idea of that in the end - I woke up with dried up wet stains around my eyes. And right at that moment this morning, that first period of consciousness, it hit me. It hit me hard.

It is not something new. It has been there all along. I actually knew what it is that I'm so afraid of and knowing that fact makes it even more frightening because now I am consciously aware that I am extremely afraid of the one thing that would actually inhibit my number one belief in life. It is the enemy of what I truly value in life. So tell me, how do you go about life when you know you're scared of something that goes against what you strongly believe in?

It is the biggest and strongest fear.

And what makes it even worst, is that only I, alone, can overcome that fear.
But where do I start?
And where do I get the courage, huge enough, to fight this fear?

♥THE END♥

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what the fishstick's irony

>> Saturday, December 26

Hmmm... lets see.. It's been exactly a week and a day since exams came to an abrupt end. And what have I accomplished so far with the things I've promised myself to do during my holidays?

NONE!
Zilch!
Zero... get it??

JEEEEE... LOHHHHH...

Big fat nothing.
Mum, aren't you proud of me? Your daughter is all say and think but no "DO".

The only thing I did that confirmed has not failed is eating, sleeping, shopping, & chilling.
Oh and don't forget clowning around where people go: "WTH is wrong with this girl? Studying Psych must have taken a toll on her!"

Owh well, I still have roughly about 2 weeks more I guess?
(Damn girl!!! You sure do make great excuses for yourself, don't you?)

Truth be told, the things that I decided I should accomplish aren't that much of a hassle to me. Nor would I dislike doing... no wait.. on second thought, there are a few that I don't actually enjoy doing... like cleaning my room...

...HEY, on another second thought... I DID clean my room!!!! =.=
So, I actually DID something I was suppose to do.

Ironically (but not funny at all to me), I only did the one that I would dislike doing and left behind all the ones that I would actually enjoy doing.

Erisha,  you're so awesome for that reason =.=

♥THE END♥

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let magic work it's way [PART 2]

>> Thursday, December 24

Listening to: Going All The Way by Perry Farrell
Wallflower by Priscilla Ahn



Photo credit: Rossen Nickolov


"Her dialogue"
"His dialogue"
"Matt's dialogue"


***continuation to PART 1***

"Hey man, do you want this package to go in this bag or the backpack?" goes Matt as he held the package that J's Dad just handed over to him.

"Just put it in the backpack", he went as he put on his jacket and cap.

Matt wrestled with the backpack as he got the package in.

"Thanks man. Hey did you see the red envelope I was just holding a while ago?" he searchingly questioned.

"Errr...nope. What red envelope you're talking about?"

"OH! It's OK. Found it!" he frantically waved the red envelope that he found hidden under the large luggage.

At that moment, her laughter filled the stairway as she make her way up after having a seemingly amusing conversation with his younger sister, Sarah.

"Got everything you need? On second thought, I better help you double check. Orders from your Mum! Haha," she goes on as she starts fumbling with the luggage and the messy stash of clothes on the floor.

"Not to worry...I've went through everything for the third time already."

"What about your passport then? You forget that and you're not going to be flying off today, I tell you!"

"Wouldn't you want that to happen?" he smile teasingly

"I did not..."

"C'mon people! We need to get going already or he'll miss the flight. Let's go! Move it! Move it!"


***At the airport (2 hours later)***


"Hey little T, what are you doing standing here all by yourself?" he questions just as he walks right up to her. She was overlooking the planes that were about to lift off.

"Checking to see if my baby's plane hasn't miraculously shrink from all the overwhelming heat today?" she joked.


Photo credit: ssutanto

"Hah! It's funny how you're still joking about such a thing, huh? I know how that would be an advantage to you. You know deep down I wish the same. They tell you it's hard but they don't seem to tell how hard it is, huh?

"Have you checked in?" she turns away, avoiding his statement.

"Yeap! Everything went well."

***silence***

"Hey..." he puts his hands on her chin and turn her face towards his.

She smiles...
"That's great! You should better get going now," she says as she checks her watch.

She grabs his hand and starts to direct him to the boarding gate.

"Wait a second!" he abruptly stops and pulls her to face him.

"I've something for you. But promise me you won't open it until you're back home OK?" he handed her a red envelope.

She stares at the envelope as she flips it back and forth...

"Promise?"

"Mmmmhmmm..."

He stares at her quizzically.

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, stop it right now! I said last week I won't drop a tear and the last thing you'll see of me is my smile," she smiles.

Upon reaching the gate, they bid farewell and so did everyone else. And as true as her last spoken sentence, he boards the plane with an intact vision of her goodbye smile...

... that for some reason, took him a lifetime and yet he can't seem to forget.


Photo credit: tigerjr228

Her thoughts in her head:
"Have you ever find yourself in that situation where you know something just doesn't sit right? The nagging feeling that it is the end of a chapter; pounding so hard on your chest but yet you wish you could be wrong? 
So much would have wanted to flow out of your mouth; words that could change things, if only you could find the strength to open your mouth and let them out. 
The worst part is?
You want to at least cry the words out but there's no tears and so there's no emotional soothe for your aching heart."


That was that. She lay on her bed at home with her eyes shut. On her right hand, holds the empty red envelope and on the other, holds the napkin that read out: "Let magic work it's way"


*to be continued*


♥THE END♥



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she's ma loony-loon

>> Friday, December 18

I shall confess something tonight...

The truth is...

I have a lunatic twin living inside of me. =)
Apparently, she pops out once in a while to confuse the people around me and start making noise just to get attention (being suppressed for such a long time deep inside me can really do a  lot of damage to a personality, you see).

And let me say, out of the hypothetical 10 times that she has surfaced, it would be roughly 4 or 5 out of the 10 times that she might actually do harm to others around her...

So these pass few days, she's been pushing her way out like mad! And finally, she made it successfully the other night.

The result?

Subsequent days of sleepless nights and drainage of excess energy... =(

Either way, it really doesn't matter if it's me or THE OTHER me when all it matters is...

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