-//take my hand never let me go//-

2009-08-15T23:35:00.012+08:00

LOVE SONG

Dearest Love,

Spell it out in a song,
Bet you never catch on to my weakness
I’m singing every word for you.
It's like I live a thousand lifetimes
Still looking for the one that feels right
See, moving on just isn't working
You lit the fire that I burn in
I feel like I never measure up to who you see
Sometimes I think I can't give you all the love you need
You keep changing everyday
Amazing me in everyway
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon
Seasons are changing and waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you, I'll be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight
Say goodnight our first goodbye
I've only got forever and forever is fine
Just take your time
We'll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me goin' crazy
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes
There's a freedom in your arms
That carries me through
I need you

I'll Be Loving You,
Vic.

2009-08-02T22:43:00.003+08:00

You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

2009-07-29T22:50:00.002+08:00

SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright--
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy shade shines so?
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay?
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
- Sonnet 43

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause,
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
- Twelfth Night

Translations:
My eyes work best when I'm asleep, because all day they look at things I don't care about.
When I sleep, my dreaming eyes alight on you and glitter brightly in the dark, having found your
bright image there.
Given that your shadowy dream-image brightens even the dark, how bright might you appear in daylight, when your own light is so much clearer?
How bright, when your shadow shines so brightly to my eyes blinded by darkness?
What good would it do my eyes to see you in the daytime when they already look at your beautiful image in the dead of night, as I sleep?
Every day is as dark as night until I get to see you again, and every night is as bright as day when I see you in my dreams.
-Sonnet 43

A murderer can hide his guilt no longer than someone in love can hide her love.
Love shines brightly and can't be hidden.
I swear by the spring roses, by virginity, honor, truth, and everyhting, I swear I love you.
I love you so much that I can't hide my passion for you, as clever as I am.
Don't assume that because I'm pursuing you there's no reason to pursue me.
Put two and two together and realize that asking for love is good, but getting it without asking is much better.
-Twelfth Night

2009-07-02T23:16:00.004+08:00

FALLEN.

This string of endless gossips,
Alive is a devious smile on thy lips.
Beauty, a gift but with an empty heart it is nothing
For what lies under is not a man-like being.
Just test my patience if thou shall dare,
Say what thou would like, I need not care.
Go ahead be on the sly,
Be nothing more than a fallen butterfly.

2009-06-29T19:30:00.000+08:00

SAME SIDE OF THE MOON - Corrine May

I'm looking out the window
Where we sat to watch the stars
There's a chill within the air
It makes my heart long for your touch
You may be miles away
But as I kneel to pray

I see the same side of the moon
That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue
And know that time and space can't come between me and you
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon

I picture you across the ocean
In your corner of the world
I pray the wind will blow my voice
And gently whisper in your ear
Your night may be my day
And though the seasons change

It's still the same side of the moon
That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue
And know that time and space can't come between me and you
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon

2009-06-18T22:25:00.006+08:00

CHILDREN.

Hide and seek is a game we play,
Oh please, grey skies come another day.
What we see is what we find,
Anything more we are blind.
Bedtime stories are what we love,
For a chance to fly freely up and above.
Just wanting to grow up and be a man,
Though sometimes we do not understand.
Leave me alone, let me play my toy,
Days of adventure were days of joy.
Cuddle up, a kiss goodnight,
Our dreams and ambitions out of sight.

2009-06-17T16:19:00.005+08:00

SPOONFUL OF SUGAR.

A fizzling candy, sugar-coated
Popped in, my taste buds delighted.
Tooth sweetly honeyed, cloying sensations
Containing the excitment, our special occassions.
One more spoon I yearn to have, a surging wave
Encouraging me, an irresistable crave.
Hungering a desire so strong, a sweetness to keep
For it is mine, this emotion that sinks down deep.
A longing for sugar, an uncontrollable flood -
the ecstasy of the heart, that rush in my blood
Is nothing other than my spoonful of love.

2009-05-25T22:51:00.004+08:00

Thanks.

If you ever need me,
I'll always be here for you.
Because in my time of most need,
you were here for me too.
This I promise cause you know I need you. (:

2009-05-21T20:30:00.004+08:00

YOU AND ME.

We smile, we chat.
The words spoken seem to be like beautiful lies.
Lies to each other, lies to ourselves.
I don't know you anymore and you don't seem to want to know me.
But something in me won't let the thought go.
It's not time I miss, it's an old dear friend.
It's you.
No matter who you are, I still do care.
You might love me one day and can't stand the sight of me on another.
All in all, I know I still care.
If a million apologies could change anything, I'll say it till it reaches a million.
If I had enough tears to shed every night, I would.
The only thing I can do is wait for time to tick by and pray in the corner.
Staring at the words running through my mind.
The words spoken by perhaps the spirit of my soul.
Even to the day I lie on my deathbed,
You know I'll do it all again for a friend.
And that friend is you.

Jesus loves you
And treasures fellowship in his heart.
Never unloving even when getting hurt
As you fail him each time,
No matter how far you may seem.

I still care.

2009-04-28T20:56:00.003+08:00

I mean it more than ever when I say, "I love you."

This is something I found. It's from a guy to his girlfriend and sometimes you can't help but turn sour because a message that is sweet. Here it goes:

I don't care if you talk to other guys.
I don't care if you're friends with another guy.

But when you're sitting next to me and some random guy just pops up,
and you tackle him without even an introduction, it pisses me off.
The fact that you go on chatting with him for a whole ten minutes
without acknowledging me
doesn't help in improving our relationship.

I don't care if a guy calls you but at 2 in the morning,
he can wait till sun rises if it isn't important.
Also, when I compliment you and say, "You look beautiful today. Absolutely stunning dress."Don't reject my words by throwing them back at my face.
Eventually, I'll stop my praises for you and lose the compassion for our love.
Accept it graciously, for the sexiest thing about a girl is her confidence.
Don't get mad when I hold the door for you, take advantage of the mood I'm in and walk right past me.

Let me pay for you.Feeling guilty is normal but please accept my offers.
I enjoy doing it and it's expected of a man.

All you have to do is smile and say, "Thank you."
Kiss me when we're alone.
You will make my day.
Kiss me when we're in front of people, and you would impress me.
Don't bother dressing up for our dates.
Mini-skirts, tube tops, heavy make-up and perfume don't mean much to me.

I just like you the way you are.
I mean, when I first fell for you, I fell in love with your personality, your looks,
and not your facade.
In fact, I like you better in your PJ's or in my shirt and boxers.

Sometimes, I tend to be sarcastic.
Please don't take it to heart.
Sarcasm is beautiful, so find the hidden goodness in it whenever I tease you.
Don't get pissed over it all the time.

"Ooo. Wentworth Miller is hot. Did you see Jesse McCartney's new video?"
I'm not interested in those. Besides, what are girlfriends for?

And whatever happened to that embarrassing nickname you gave me when we first started?
Go on, call me your "handsome" or "gorgeous" like you used to;
Like in the days when we were sizzling with passion.
Lastly, those three words are not used for nothing.
Sometimes, I mean it more than ever when I say, "I love you."

2009-04-24T13:37:00.000+08:00

HAPPY SEXY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO ME! (:
And happy belated birthday to Leroy.

To my loyal subject Sir Leroy,

No matter what you say, the truth is that I'm still the sexiest one in this era.
Today, I shall claim my crowning glory which I rightfully own.
After all The Queen rules.
And now, I bid you farewell.

From your beloved and highest excellency,
The Queen.

2009-03-24T14:31:00.003+08:00

PERHAPS, ALL I NEED IS A LITTLE MORE CREATIVITY?

been lacking of brain juice to blog.
finding inspiration like this picture.
to give me an idea of what I can write.
it's time to think out of the box once more.
it's time. (:

2009-03-24T11:56:00.002+08:00

I REMEMBER.

What it's like swinging high to reach the sky,
I remember the adventures that passed me by.
And the fear of looking way down and below,
I remember staring at "silver comets" that fall across my window.
Piercing echoes of battle cries at war,
I remember listening to a proud lion's roar.
Buried under is a hidden stash,
I remember the scent of burning ash.
A love that is bittersweet,
I remember the cup of coffee when friends meet.

Be it a summer's night in freezing december,
Most importantly, I remember.

2009-02-19T19:13:00.002+08:00

One Litre of Tears

It is chosen that she is the one
To go on a journey where none can join.
From now, there is nothing more that can be done
But to watch her life turn like a flip of a coin.

She remains in bed and dreams wistfully
Of freedom. To relive the past as it slowly disappears,
Only to awake facing the reality. She painfully
Cries out from her heart one litre of tears.

Despite losing the chance that was given by love,
She picks herself up from her fall; standing strong.
Questioning "Why me?" to the heavens above
Yet none could respond to exactly what went wrong.

Pressing on with much effort to help and care
For family, friends and those dear to her heart.
By being a blessing with her story to share
And in giving hope to many is a way she wants to start.

At the end of it all, she is simply amazing.
Like flowers blooming in full glory together
With a written voice echoing,
She lives on forever.

2009-02-17T17:09:00.005+08:00

The Sisters by Roy Campbell

After hot loveless nights, when cold winds stream
Sprinkling the frost and dew, before the light,
Bored with the foolish things that girls must dream
Because their beds are empty of delight,

Two sisters rise and strip. Out from the night
Their horses run to their low-whistled pleas -
Vast phantom shapes with eyeballs rolling white,
That sneeze a fiery steam about their knees:

Through the crisp manes their stealthy prowling hands,
Stronger than curbs, In low caresses rove,
They gallop down across the milk-white sands
And wade far out into the sleeping cove:

The frost stings sweetly with a burning kiss
As intimate as love, as cold as death:
Their lips, whereon delicious tremors hiss
Fume with the ghostly pollen of their breath.

Far out on the grey silence of the flood
They watch the dawn in smouldering gyres expand
Beyond them: and the day burns through their blood
Like a white candle through a shuttered hand.

2009-02-14T14:41:00.002+08:00

You Are My Sunshine.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me and love another,
You'll regret it all some day:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no body else could come between.
But not you've left me and love another;
You have shattered all of my dreams:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me
When I awake my poor heart pains.
So when you come back and make me happy
I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.
with lots of love, hugs, and kisses.
xoxo

2009-01-30T11:07:00.006+08:00

joseph chan. UNGLAM.

future man hunt.

MAN HUNT '09?

jonathan chan and me!

youngest uncle & family.
cousins (L to R): julian, mitchell, marcus & daryl.

my family.

second uncle & family.
cousins (L to R): david, grace & jonathan.

third uncle & family.
cousins (L to R): joseph, ruth & joshua.

eldest uncle & family.
cousin: jun hong.

we, the CHAN grandchildren

grandchildren plus aunt!

grandchildren plus aunt plus ah ma! CANDID! (:

sons, daughter and daughter-in-laws.

FAMILY PHOTO!

grandparents on mum's side.

sons and daughters.

grandchildren
cousins (L to R, Back to Front): aaron, me, ashley, my brother, darren, alyssa & nathan.

family photo!

HAPPY CHINESE COW YEAR!

with love,
victoria.

2009-01-28T13:39:00.002+08:00

THE LOVING ALIENS.

Yesterday, my parents were looking at all the photos that we kept at home.

Dad: We can always keep these photos for your future wedding montage.
Me: I don't intend to marry.
Dad: What? Now you say so, next time it'll be otherwise.
Me: Yea yea.
Dad: You want to get scolding from ah ma is it?
Me: Huh? Ah ma scold me for what?
Dad: You want to join Gu Gu (aunt) and Ruth (cousin) and stay single is it? You three can form a singles club. Gu Gu can be the president.
Me: *thinking: WHAT THE HELL.*
Dad: Maybe you can ask Grace (cousin) if she wants to join as well. Then all four can start a club together.
Me: Yea yea. (no longer paying attention)

Shopping with my parents at Metro Sales.

Mum looking at socks and across her there is a pile of $1 briefs.
Dad: Wah, got $1 underwear.
Mum: Dear ah, Ben need socks for school right? His socks are at his ankles.
Dad: Huh? Aiya, anything la. (picks up a piece of $1 briefs.)
Mum: Don't know whether to buy leh. Actually have enough at home.
Dad: (stretches briefs across his belly and see if it can fit.) If have enough, don't buy lor.
Mum continues to look at the socks and think.
Dad puts back the brief and picks up another piece which looks like a G-string for males and turns to me.
Dad: How to wear ah?
Me: (gives him a weird look.) WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU ASKING ME??? I ONLY WEAR FEMALE LINGERIE.
Dad: Heh heh.
Me: (gives face a run down) MUMMY, LOOK AT YOUR HUSBAND.
Mum: Why what's wrong? Aiya the socks so expensive. Don't buy la.
Dad puts underwear back.

IF I EVER CHANGE MY MIND AND HAVE A FIANCEE, CARE TO MEET MY FOLKS? (:

2009-01-22T20:10:00.003+08:00

I'M BORED.

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2009-01-22T12:21:00.005+08:00

Girls (L to R): Li Wen, Serene, Yi Ting, Sheryl, Me
Boys (L to R): Henry, Wei Kiat, Chng Yong

Guy: Zhao De
Girls: Same.

KA CHING! BAR CODES & LAVENDER SHIRTS.

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT. A friend of mine would not stop pestering me to update my blog. So I decided to do a shout out to my colleagues from the recent John Little Expo Sales (though I'm sure they won't be reading this). Here it goes, in order of appearance.

1. Mariah
My first friend! (: Spoke to her on the first day of work. Didn't really get to know her more until the last day cause she was like working many many many cashiers away from me. Well, I hope all goes well for her cause she'll be flying off to Australia to study at Trinity! Enjoyed listening about your school life as well.
So all the best Mariah, it's gonna be a fab time! Been nice knowing you as well! A fellow choir friend from tkgss! Go alto!

2. Serene
My fellow colleague who always want me to miss her. Okay, I admit I do miss her having to put up with my laughing gas early in the morning. :P She's the ngee ann sec girl. Well, that's how we address her. Met her on the first day as well, she was a buffer and her first cash register was the one beside mine. Had to keep using her cash register cause MY SCANNER DIDN'T LIKE ME. She enjoys stoning me with coins. Love her for her jokes and company. Shopping with her after work has been entertaining as well (especially when we were both hungry). The chocolate section for once looked like a paradise to indulge in. Serene's also a fellow choir friend singing alto.
I DO NOT LOOK LIKE SNOOPY NOR LITTLE MISS CHATTERBOX! Love ya loads and please do continue to throw money at me (50 bucks is not enough). (:

3. Li Wen
She's another fellow colleague who works behind me. She's been fun though I dont hang out with her much other than during working hours. A couple of jokes here and there. She's from hai sing badminton! She plays doubles if any of you are wondering. She's good with the cash register too! She's the one who usually verifies and witness my money issues. So I totally trust her. (: She likes to give me big notes to exchange for smaller change. She makes me feel rich? HAHA.
Anyway, it's been great having you around expecially when you argue with Zhao De about sports. Hope to see you in March sales and TP!

4. Wei Ling
This is the one girl whom I have brought alot of inconvenience to. She's my PM Shift cashier. Making her suffer by counting my float after I opened so many coins. Sorry! It is due to me being blur. I cannot remember what school she's from but it's a mixed school cause she has a boyfriend whom is in the same school as her. Been a blast working with her and complaining together about many many things (which I shall not publish publicly). There's a difference between us. Apparently, she lives very far from the expo and I live opposite the expo. Which doesn't make things better for her.
Okay my dear, I'll miss you. I know you love giving out lucky draw coupons. (:

5. Zhao De
Goodness, I don't know where to start for this guy. Too many things to talk about. Two words to describe him: AMUSINGLY DUMB. He's also own as Clown B and Mr. Sunshine. He like seeking attention ALOT. He's the pasir ris sec boy. He won't stop fidgetting, ULTRA RESTLESS. He's in chinese orchestra. Surprisingly, he plays the piano. If you look at him, it's a little unbelievable. He enjoys playing with the scanner until he shined onto the staple making the laser bounce right into his eyes. GOOD JOB ZHAO DE. His "favourite" phrase is: 'OH MY GOD' (with the American accent). HE STRONGLY FEELS THAT MR.HAPPY IS A PHAEDOPHILE. If you readers do not see what I'm trying to do here, I'm actually trying to paint a male version bimbo for you to observe.
Been loads and loads of fun working with you. Will miss your spasticity and dumb conversations. The fact that we're the only ones laughing every constant minute during work and we arent fired have been enjoyable. Hope to see you during the March sales. Toodles. (:

6. Sheryl.
Here's Clown A. She's the one that is FUN SIZE (according to herself). I don't know where to start for her as well. She's would always probably argue with Zhao De the most. Okay, actually Serene and her are on par. And since the one they are arguing with is Zhao De so the conversation becomes dumber and dumber eventually. Sheryl's from presybyterian high school and is also from choir and sings alto! (: She's has funny facial expressions and not exactly fantastic at interviews. Sighs, that's Sheryl.
Oh gosh, I'm gonna miss you too especially the lunches. Been cool hanging out for lunch together. It's been a blast, really.

7. Chng Yong, Wei Kiat & Henry.
Hmmm, I don't know them ultra well but they're still friends. Actually, I know Chng Yong since the first day but I decided to fit the three of them together. Basically, the three of them are from the same school : Ahmad Ibrahim Sec. Chng Yong is from choir though he doesn't look like he is. He sings bass. Wei Kiat is from npcc (land). He looks more of a water sport person though. As for Henry, I don't know him that well but he seems to like to be called DARLING? HAHA! I don't know why but I find his face really funny. I'll start laughing the moment I look at him. Anyway, they're fun people who enjoy playing with the receipt printer and use the paper to doodle (It was my idea at first). They are also the karaoke groupie (forever singing chinese songs) which can be more of noise than music sometimes. They take longer than girls to style their hair.
To the three of you, I really don't know what to say. I do know that I'm glad to have at least known you all. Uh looking forward to seeing you all in March sales and in TP. Cheerios.

8. Yi Ting.
I'm not sure what school or cca she's from but I do know she loves animals! (: Enjoyed talking to her about her interests and aspirations. Had fun joking around with her too. She's really sweet.
Hello girl, it's been cool talking to you and laughing together (especially when we count money). Even though I'm not super close but it's been great knowing you! I'm also looking forward to seeing you in March sales and TP! Take care! (:

9. Gen/Jen/Jan???
I'm not sure how his name is spelt. But those are the closest to what they sound like. HAHA. I only knew him on the last day. Enjoyed having him around to tease me and put up with my laughing gas as well. I'll rememeber the tricks and nonsense he played on me alright. I know he enjoyed "scolding" me SLOW when it comes to binding the bags together. NOT MY FAULT CAN. HAHA.
Hey hey you you, stop taping my LITTLE MISS CHATTERBOX! Goodness, you've been really funny. It's been great working with you! Ciao.

10. To the remaining people whom I have spoken at least a word to or smiled at.
Thanks for making my first job so enjoyable and memorable despite having no customers to tend to early in the morning. Thanks for the help that any of you might have provided! Thanks for making my day! (:

Domo Arigato.

With lots of love, pokes and laughs.
Your colleague,
victoria (:

2009-01-11T12:48:00.000+08:00

TO RESTART WITHIN A DAY.

To many, new year's was probably a new beginning of a chapter. New year's a time to put the past behind and place it in a cabinet locked away. However, wouldn't that mean new year's just a continuation. It's not a new story to tell, it's only the next page of the first story.

New year's was like dev ja vu, like a turn of an hour glass. The only difference is that perhaps different specs of sand would drop to the base like little bits and pieces in our lives falling into place.

Last year, I remember witnessing the release of the O Level Examination Results. I remember seeing tears of joy and tears of sadness. I remember smiles. I remember frowns. Yet, tomorrow's the day I will once remember.

Then again, there is that little difference... Now I'm the one witnessing myself.

2009-01-08T17:33:00.002+08:00

Hello people.

I haven't been updating this blog for like how many light years. Just finished my first day of work. Made ultra loads of mistakes. I CONCLUDE THAT THE SCANNER DOES NOT LIKE ME.

Anyway, I've been hanging out with friends (usually church people). OH OH! But I've like finally picked up CYCLING. Yea yea, I know... I'm sixteen and I couldn't cycle.

Watched Australia. NO COMMENTS.

Have been occupied with facebook and mangas. So I'll be MIA for now.

With love,
Vickytoria. (:

2008-12-29T13:42:00.004+08:00

NIGHTMARES.

Close and near,
In throngs like an army's fleet,
They gallop full speed charging.
Wild and shrill,
Their cries pierce the night,
Uncontrollable screaming.
Strong and forceful,
As they arrive unexpectedly,
Peace is breaking.
Helpless and lost,
They continue to chase,
A race never ending.
Scary and brutal,
Deadly hooves of their stampede,
Their chaos heavily pounding.

Despite the terror, there is a gift
Specially for the rider of the mare,
The dreamer of the dream -
Only for one and no other, an echoing voice haunting.

2008-12-26T12:50:00.003+08:00

MEMORIES OF TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD.

"It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived."

"The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience."

"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."

"Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts."

"Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em."

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy... but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."

"I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks."

"A court is only as sound as its jury, and a jury is only as sound as the men who make it up."

I thank the author who wrote this book as I believe that her written words are not only a part of a little girl's story but also a part of life to be an eye opener for the many who have a blind soul. A book written to inspire many and also for many to be inspired in return.

2008-12-25T23:30:00.001+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!
I LOVE YOU MY SAVIOR, REDEEMER AND KING!

& I enjoyed talking to you while I was eating alone for dinner tonight.

Thank you for coming into this world because of your great love for me.

Your precious love,
Victoria. (:

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

2008-12-20T18:05:00.005+08:00

HE CAME KNOCKING ON MY HEART.

The bitterness disappears and in he comes. A man of strength, a man of might opens the door.

"Daddy!" his daughter welcomes him with glee, full of cheer. He towers over the tiny child, gently holding her in his warm arms and never wanting to let her go. A sense of love, a life starting anew.

For the first time, she hears his soft whisper, "I love you."

Years passed and like all children, the little girl grows older. Like all children, she forgets a Father's love. Overly caught up in her troubles and life, she runs from home. Too hurt to turn back, too hurt to realise where to go. Lost like a lamb wandering in wilderness, she ventures too far. A lost child, vulnerable with hidden scars.

He worries and watches her stumble, ensuring that she would always be able to pick herself up. Watching her cry in the night when no one is looking. Loving her with all his might. After seeing her pain, his heart softens and weeps. The father walks up to the frightened child and calls her to him, arms open wide.

At the sound of his footsteps on the green pastures, she turns back to find her father waiting. "Come here, love. Come." he calmly urges her.

She runs and lowers herself before him. Her face stained by the tears of her pain, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry." He holds and tells her the exact words she seeks to hear "My dear child, I love you and always will. Let me fill your heart with love and lift you from the worries and burdens that haunt you. Take my hand and let me guide you home. Now love, will you open your heart to me?"

She bows her head and nods. Once again, love and peace flooded her heart. The storm is calm, the waves no longer raging. As the the sun rises and a new day is born, the father and his daughter walk home together, hand in hand.

Suddenly, the little girl stops in the midst of their walk and looks up at her father, giving him a gentle squeeze. "I love you too, Daddy."

Thank you Father for knocking on my heart and for giving me the loved ones to remember a love which satisfies the human heart. Thank you for being my everything. Thank you for allowing me to love you. Thank you for filling my heart with your love. Thank you for this gift of life.

2008-12-12T23:03:00.002+08:00

SOMETHING TO PONDER ABOUT.

hello again.
this is awfully random but I felt like typing something.
and this came to mind:

If a picture can paint a thousand words.
Then a thousand words can also paint a picture.

Right? (:

2008-12-12T20:22:00.003+08:00

HELLO PEOPLE! (:
here to inform you that there will be no blog posts from 13th to the 16th of December!
WOOHOO!
I'll be off at THE REAL CAMP "roughing it out"! :P
HAVE FUN Y'ALL! (:
SEE YA!

GO GERMANY! GO GUTENTAG! GO RED CLAN! GO HITLER UMBRELLA! (:

p.s. The song "Paper Chase" in my music player is cool. BIG THANKS TO JOWELL (the awesome one) FOR THE SONG. And feel free to spam my tagboard. Love!

2008-12-10T17:57:00.007+08:00

TRAPPED IN THIS CRAZY WORLD.

Okay people, finally blogging as me for now. Not as some she, they, "I", you, we or he? Haven't been getting along with life easily at the moment. I think I'm a tad bit paranoid. Who am I kidding, I'm paranoid to the rating of 10/10. Gosh. There's so many things to get concerned about CURRENTLY, I suppose? Well, here goes the list.

1. O Level Results.
Let's see. I'm having doubts in getting at least 13 points for admission into polytechnic. (Been praying ultra hard daily for 13 points maximum.) Okay so lets say things don't turn out the way I want them to. If I apply for design... Oh boy, I've got no idea what I'm getting myself into. Portfolio need to be prepared plus interview. This is not good for me cause doing portfolios would clash with my lazy personality. Okay, so it isn't a good excuse but if I'm lazy, I'm lazy. What more can anyone say? Even though I do enjoy art but I enjoy it at my own pace. Oh wells guess I have to "suffer" a little more if that does happen, right?

2. Family.
Alright before you get any weird ideas on me having family issues... Please pause your little mind theatre. Basically, I am not as close as most people think I am with family. Not that I want to distant myself away from my parents and fellow brother but like most teenagers, clicking with parents is not exactly ideal. As for my brother, he's autistic. So I can't exactly turn to him cause he wouldn't be able to relate to me as how most siblings do with each other which can be awfully lonely. He doesn't annoy me, I don't annoy him. We are in separate "peaceful" worlds. Our worlds might be chaotic and gloomy but he wouldn't realise that his is unless Coke disappeared from the face of the Earth. If that day comes, I'm sure you'll remember that I have a brother. He will be the boy/guy who will cry and wail for Coke till the entire whole knows about it and that's my brother for you. At the end of the day, I still ask myself: What can I do without them?

3. Relatives.
This group of peeps are usually my weekend companions (not all of them are). I'm not talking about my cousins only. Aunts and uncles included of course. We are connected by blood only/and by church I suppose? However, at present it seems that water is as thick as blood or maybe thicker. They change, we change and everyone changes. There are times where emotions may get really nasty or there's some strain due to having hardly anything in common. Of course spiteful words that cuts the soul like a sharpened blade. Then again, they're family as well. The only question is... when they turn into strangers from loved ones, can they turn themselves back?

4. Love life?
Okay, this would be a sensitive and highly personal topic to touch but apparently it is on my list of concerns. Frankly speaking, this issue is a complete mystery to me. There are times I feel that I've moved on and there are times that I feel that I haven't. There are times that I make both a foolish and wise decisions and there are times I don't. So where exactly am I? Which time am I living in? Obviously, the present. The present = stuck. So therefore, I'm assured that it's pointless to care about this area in my life ever again and leave it to be a mystery that no one (even myself) can solve. This realistically concludes that I have no intention of marrying and might turn to adoption instead. Then again, is this what I'll say ten years down the road?

5. Church.
Well this is part of my social life so I suppose that it affects me as well. Both spiritually and emotionally of course. Spiritual walk with THE BIG ONE is fine for now. So I guess it boils down to the people. Let's see what I can say. I'm grateful for many who believe in me more than most people would and to see me as a great companion and friend and who would do the same for me. However, I think there are many of us who ought to follow what we listen to and what we tell others (including myself at times). To not judge by the outer or be prejudice to those who may be a misfit is what I would advice. Don't be impressed by popularity but personality. Yet, do I actually follow these rules myself?

6. Future.
There's so many things to think about for the future till the list is never ending. Financial issues. Important aspirations and goals to achieve. The person who I'll grow up to be. The stress. The new people. Studies. Abilities and talents. Competition for jobs. Bills and payments. Responsibilities. The ugliness of human nature. Where do I go from here, from the present? Which piece to play on the chess board? Which move to make? Which choice?

7. Past.
Happy memories, disappointing memories. Smiles and frowns. The mistakes. The innocence. The path that I've walked but have not completed. Turning back, I've grown much. If so, why do I want to turn back time when what is done is done? Then I continue to ask myself: "But is what is done is done ever enough?"

8. Myself.
To think about the people in my life and to think of myself about thinking about them and me is rather unsettling. Unlike most teenagers, I seem to ponder about these topics much more than they do. I'm starting to think that I'm not normal by doing so. Is it me or is it them? Teenagers don't seem to express themselves in this manner. Most would probably blog about a cool song or a day at school with friends or their emotions with plenty of vulgarities etc. I used to be like that but now I've stopped I suppose? Why? What changed my concerns in life? Why do I care more about the way I live more than clothes or music? Why do I seem so different? Why me?

2008-12-06T17:07:00.003+08:00

IN THE SILENCE.

Speak. Go on, speak.
Open and shut, a breath released.
Just right ahead, within full grasp.
Zero excitement, one does not reply.
Listen to the callings, echoes of the mind.
Gently pushing, retreating further.
Time ticks slowly, softly rocking back and forth.
Memories drip lightly, an unforgettable impact.
Against the mirror, an uncorrectable mistake.
No sound made, the message told in one gesture.
Loudly spoken, only in the silence.

2008-12-04T21:19:00.007+08:00

UNDERSTANDING IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT, NOT.

Tangled in issues? Problems? Screwed up situations? Trials? Obstacles? Disputes? Troubles? Dilemmas? Predicaments? A very messy life?

Sure, don't we all have those?

"Nobody understands me."

"I know they mean well but they just don't get what I'm trying to say."

Sounds familiar, much? Everyday we all seek to be understood by the people around us. We all want the empathy of others. Yet, there are times that many of us are unable to execute that for others as well.

For example, when your parents go "Blah blah blah", there is a chance of you going "Oh gosh, the aliens are speaking idiot to me again." or "Nag, nag, nag. That's all they'll ever do." At the same time, you know they mean well, however, it is a child's nature to shut them out and be ungrateful. Then you start being cynical all over again with the line: "Nobody cares. Nobody understands." Regardless what they say, your parents words are labelled: IMBECILIC.

Alright so if parents don't understand you, who does then? You turn to your friends and perhaps relatives for some cases. Confiding in them day after day, pouring out all that is bottled up. Sure, your friends listen and tell you they understand so that you'll feel better while you cry your lungs out and drown in your tears. Once you spill everything out, you really start wondering if they understand you. You start wondering how much can these people who lead a extremely different life from yours can really understand. Would your problems and sorrow really mean much to them? Loved ones standing by you for the rest of your lifetime? After all, the truth is that people come and go, no one stays in the same place for long.

What if both parents, loved ones and friends don't satisfy your need for a greater amount of understanding? Let's say you are religious and you decide to turn to God as the final solution. So you and pray and pray and keep praying. You tell your God about what's troubling you everyday. You get it off your chest and you feel better. However, that feeling never sustains or assures the human heart easily. Eventually, there comes a question of faith and rationality: "How much can I rely on God?". At the end of the day, you realise that you're not fully understood either. Now, what?

You're left on your own, alone, stuck. Everything unsolved. You turn grumpy and unpleasant. You don't understand your friends or family. They try to be kind and sensitive no matter how much you hurt them but you have your blind spots and take them for granted. You take full advantage of them without being sensitive: "I don't care about what you are telling me, I've got better things to worry or care about.". You don't show any empathy towards them or the events that goes on with their lives. You turn into an extremely self-centered monster. All you ever care about is that no one "understands" you. Back to square one, you're all alone.

Don't worry. You're not the only one of such species. The truth is that there are indeed many in this world who lack the empathy as well. You're not as alone as you think you are.

You'll probably refute: "No way, I'll never be such a heartless person.". Well, think again, do you really think so?

To me, I think the answer to such a person's character is to understand and empathise with themself. To me, I feel that no matter how numerous the amount of people who belittles one, there's always a chance of being understood. Regardless of how sincere or hypocritical a loved one can be and as long as one is able to show empathy is all that matters despite being kindly treated or ill treated by others. At the end of the day, I think the one emotion that proves us to be humans is emapthy instead of love. Love is the emotion that lives in all living things but the one emotion that sets us apart as God's greatest creation is empathy.

Empathy is the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another. In my opinion, to be able to empathise is a very special gift that God could ever give to his greatest creation. And maybe instead of only wanting others to care about you, perhaps its time that you use your empathy as a gift to others as well. After all, isn't Christmas just round the corner?

So start asking yourself: "How far will I go for others?"

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view — until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” --quoted after Atticus Finch from the novel, To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

2008-12-03T15:47:00.003+08:00

HEARTSTRINGS.

Marionettes, puppets without a heart that beats.
Nothing moves them, the air undisturbed.
Like sheep they follow those who take the lead.
Hanging down thin thread, lifeless and delicate.
Still dolls that takes a liking to figures in reality,
Held and bounded by tangled ropes, suffocating.
Tug and tug, they would move as ordered.
Yet like marionettes, they are left without a soul.
As the golden spotlight shines through,
We watch life unfold itself, alive and moving.
For a split second or perhaps an illusion,
Beating - their heartstrings were pulled.

2008-11-29T13:51:00.014+08:00

ZERO (FIRST LOVE)

+

REN TSUGARA (NEW FOUND LOVE)

=

ME ON CLOUD 9

THIS IS ME WHEN I REALISE THAT COMICS CONNECTION DO NOT SELL SKIP BEAT! MANGA (REN TSUGARA IS IN IT!) AT ALL!

HOWEVER... ALL HOPE IS NOT LOST.

KINOKUNIYA MIGHT HAVE THOSE MANGA.

THE ONLY PROBLEM IS... IT MIGHT BE IN CHINESE.

*eyes sparkle dreamily*

By the way, Skip Beat! is a great manga and I highly recommend it.

JUST DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ZERO OR REN, THEY ARE MINE! MUAHAHAHAHA! (:

2008-11-23T21:37:00.006+08:00

WHY THEM, WHY ME?

1. Why can't they be more sensitive?
2. Why can't they understand?
3. Why can't they tell the truth?
4. Why do I cry for these people?
5. Why do I weep?
6. Why need it be me to be able to see their flaws?
7. Why can't I be ignorant?
8. Why need I be upright and hold on to values?
9. Why can't I have the same attitude as them?
10. Why am I strange, a misfit?
11. Why need they be mean and unkind?
12. Why don't they appreciate?
13. Why do I always have to tolerate?
14. Why don't I get mad?
15. Why do I try?
16. Why do they not try?
17. Why do I put myself through hardships for others?
18. Why do I suffer because of them?
19. Why am I belittled by many?
20. Why is there hardly any who are sincere?
21. Why am I seem to be the inferior one?
22. Why are they ungrateful?
23. Why do they seek more?
24. Why do they think materialistically?
25. Why are they jealous?
26. Why is it so difficult to accept?
27. Why do they not see their blessings but mine?
29. Why do they compare?
30. Why is my life an emotional roller coaster ride?
31. Why need I be kind?
32. Why does things that applies to them applies to me?
33. Why am I like them?
34. Why do I give everything just for others?
35. Why do I go the extra mile?
36. Why should I be like them?
37. Why should I not be like them?
38. Why change myself?
39. Why don't they change themselves?
40. Why are we sinful?
41. Why do I see their sins and not their kindness?
42. Why do they see my sins and not my kindness?
43. Why need I be the only one upset?
44. Why do I have a strong sense of justice?
45. Why don't they have one too?
46. Why do they not weep when times of corruption?
47. Why do they not cry for those who are not as fortunate?
48. Why is their compassion missing?
49. Why is my compassion present?
50. Why do they cheat?
51. Why do they ostracise or abandon?
52. Why are they bias?
53. Why are they unfair?
54. Why do they forget the people who love them?
55. Why do I forget that I love them?
56. Why am I upset even though love is the reason to my pain?
57. Why do I not see their flaws even when they insult me?
58. Why am I considered insignificant to them?
59. Why are they considered significant?
60. Why do I not allow myself to be wild or quiet in front of them?
61. Why do I have different dispositions?
62. Why allow myself to be taken advantage of?
63. Why am I naive?
64. Why can't we all get along?
65. Why hurt each other with what we say?
66. Why not practice what we listen?
67. Why might I feel neglected?
68. Why do I think I am neglected?
69. Why do I seem to think like an innocent child?
70. Why is it so difficult to accept the injustice?
71. Why does it have to be me to realise the injustice?
72. Why do I have to be fair in all the things I do?
73. Why can't I go against my own rules?
74. Why do I dislike to put my heart before my head?
75. Why can't I control my emotions sometimes?
76. Why do I feel empty?
77. Why is it so difficult to answer my questions?
78. Why is it so difficult to face reality?
79. Why do I feel weak when I keep telling myself I have the strength to pull through?
80. Why can't anyone give me at least a reason or an answer when I ask them for one?
81. Why is it so difficult to speak the truth?
82. Why do they avoid?
83. Why am I so difficult to open up to?
84. Why do people see me as a bonus that they benefit from when I do the work?
85. Why do they not be true and wish me well?
86. Why are they greedy to only look at what bonus comes along with me?
87. Why are they not content?
88. Why don't they respect me?
89. Why don't they trust me?
90. Why do I think negatively of them?
91. Why am I not treated the same way?
92. Why do some allow them to continue?
93. Why does it seem that I have to face this alone?
94. Why am I a victim?
95. Why am I a culprit at the same time?
96. Why are we hypocrites?
97. Why do they not think before they speak or act?
98. Why am I so affected?
99. Why am I thinking upon these questions?
100. Why them, why me?

2008-11-21T20:07:00.006+08:00

DANCING WITH THE ANGEL

"Sweet Cherub,
Please dance with me."

Moving with glee towards the horizons,
Where sunlight gently caresses the oceans.
Peace and grace sculpt into merry figures,
Gliding like skaters on frozen ice.
She holds the hand of a stranger,
Twirling rapidly round and almost falling.
Alive. Carefree till boundaries are forgotten,
Her youth and innocence, her shining constellations.

Spinning playfully, their merry-go-round.
Watching over her are gentle eyes and hands
Made to serve and guide the little sheep.
Fragile clear crystals, wrapped specially
With love - a gift. Breathe on the surface and
It breaks like tiny sparkling stardust, softly
Falling from the ebony night sky.
Innocently, she repeats her friend:

"Guardian Angel,
Please dance with me."

"Oh the opal and sapphire of the wondering western sea,
And the woman riding high above, with bright hair flapping free.
The woman who I loved so and who loyally loved me."

- quoted from the book Dancing With The Angel by Teri Prone

2008-11-14T15:13:00.009+08:00

I WAS BORED (:
me & Su Jan
BLURRY. Chelsea and I
me & cel. I LOVE HER.
Yeung Wing on stage dancing!
Dance Dance Revelation! The game that I suck in.
joey, me, cel, li min, gelly & jua

our nonsense.
Joey's xbox and playstation.
Fio's laptop
more of our nonsense! spot Spanky.
4 people to 1 bed. spot Spanky Jr.

PROM NIGHT, IT'S A NIGHT TO REMEMBER.

13th November 2008

Home, 15:00

I left home in heels, taking with me three stuffed cows, a bag of clothes with a sleeping bag in the bag and my prom dress. Dad and I drove out of home grounds to York Hotel as that was the decided venue for prom. Earlier before our O Level Examinations begin, a bunch of friends and I planned to make a reservation for a room at York Hotel to chill and have a slumber party together. This explains why I'm reporting to the hotel at a much earlier timing as prom only starts at seven.

There were a total of eight of us, ladies. Presenting Celestia, Li Min, Joey, Angelika, Fiona, Jasmine, Juanita and lastly, me. Samantha backed out last minute. So instead of nine it's down to eight. (Eight girls + One Room)^FUN. You do the math. (:

It's time to enter into our world because this is the night where the friendship begins.

York Hotel, 15:23

I bid goodbye to Father as I left with Celestia (Cel) to the lifts that would bring us up to our room. Met Joey and Angelika (Gelly) when we stepped out from the lift on the third level. Gelly was seeing her Dad off and it seemed that she too had just arrived. Joey's hair was dyed and streaked with four colours, gold, blue, green and brown while Gelly's black hair was streaked red. We passed by the closed doors together and there we stood in front of ROOM 324.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 15:28

ROOM 324 seemed much bigger than what I had expected it to be. On the floor lay an Xbox and playstation with Dance Dance Revelation mats which both belonged to Joey. She practically brought her entire home entertainment to the hotel.

Arranged my dress and shoes in the closet, bag in a corner. At the same time, I pulled out my giant cow, Spanky, and two other normal plush size cows, Spanky Jr and MooMoo . (Yes, I name my stuffed cows) Was suppose to use Spanky as a pillow in case I had to sleep on the floor. The room had two Queen size beds which could only sleep three girls per bed in vertical position. So Cel's and Joey's mothers suggested all of us sleeping horizontally. And all eight of us did exactly that. I didn't even need to bring my sleeping bag. Oh wells. Joey and Cel didn't think of the need to boil water when they came into the room from the start. Obviously, I started nagging.

The four of us danced for a while. Apparently, I am terrible at it. Actually most of us are but I'm the ultimate loser at it. I'LL ADMIT THAT. Gelly brought her panda and this smooth cushion that we all called O-NEE (the soft, sweet, smooth yam desert) cause it was white below and yam purple on top. we left all our cuddly sleeping materials on one of the beds and called it Cow Island. Cel brought a cow too. So there is a total of four cows, one panda and one o-nee FOR NOW.

We decided to play card games like Tai-tee. At the same time, Cel was watching Okto. She wanted to watch Noddy but sadly for her, she missed it. While playing, we realised Cel is terrible at card games. She has completely no idea how to play Tai-tee properly. After a few rounds, she asks us the ULTIMATE QUESTION OF THE YEAR: " ARE WE SUPPOSE TO ARRANGE OUR CARDS IN RUNNING NUMBERS AH?" Joey and Gelly almost died while I couldn't stop laughing. That's Cel for you. Half way through a torturing game, Cel looks over at Cow Island and tells us that everything over there is black and white. Then she asks us to spot the panda after saying that the panda looks like a cow. DEAR READERS, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE WITH ME THAT CEL IS SOOOO "AMAZING"? You honestly can't help but adore her NUMBER ONE SOTONG-NESS trait.

Soon, Cel received a call from Fiona (Fio), Jasmine (Jas) and Juanita (Jua) saying that they were in a salon. So Cel thought that they were at a salon in Far East and went off to go pick them up. Joey had already given up playing cards with Cel, as Cel was already considered to be a hopeless case when it came to card games while Gelly and I decided to play STRESS. Not long, Cel returned with NO FIONA OR JASMINE OR JUANITA WITH HER. Why? Sure, the three girls were at a salon IN KALLANG. WOW CEL. *round of applause* When Cel got back, she played STRESS with Gelly while Joey and I watched. It was quite amusing cause the both of them had terribly slow reactions. Played till Fio, Jas and Jua called once more to inform Cel that they were waiting at the hotel lobby. Cel went down again while we waited the arrival of the three angels.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 15:43

The knob of the door turns and in came three completely different looking girls. Jua had dyed her hair brown and cut a bob. Jas had her hair permed. Fio styled her bob in a fashionably cool style. Weird thing is that Jas and Fio weren't even going for prom and they were so GLAM. After settling their selves down, they started dancing to Dance Dance Revelation as well. We substituted the hotel key which was used to keep the electricity running with MY EZ-LINK CARD cause we needed the extra card key.

Not long, we all realised we were starved so Cel, Fiona, Joey and I decided to pop by over to Far East to buy some snacks and KFC. Quickly taking orders, we left in a jiffy. SHOPPING HERE WE COME! Our walk only lasted five minutes, passing by some spa which had a lemon grass scent.

Far East - 7-11 & KFC, 16:02

Joey and I headed for 7-11 while Cel and Fio went to KFC. I bought two packets of chocolate chip cookies and a pack of hot & spicy chips and Joey bought two cup noodles, one pack of ruffles and AN INSTANT EGG??? ONE INSTANT EGG = NINETY CENTS. Then we went over to KFC to meet Cel and Fio. We watch the lady at the counter pack the last shrooms burger set AND I'VE GOT NO IDEA HOW MUCH WE ORDERED. Joey and I decided to buy cheese fries for ourselves as well. In total I spent about 10 dollars for everything! SO EXPENSIVE. Cel decided to call the peeps who stayed in the hotel to ask for Li Min's order as she had just arrived and went back in to 7-11 again cause Fio wanted to buy some food from there as well. Once we were done, off we went back to York Hotel.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 16:25

Li Min'a hair was also all done up and first thing she did when she came was to invade Cow Island and grab my giant cow, Spanky and laze on the bed. Plus, she brought comfy big bedroom slippers and some kind of ragnarok pillow! Munching hungrily, we all gormandized our food with pleasure. Goodbye cheese fries! We kept and washed the forks to be used for eating instant noodles.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 17:02

Since I was the first to finish my meal, I decided to brush my teeth and start getting ready for prom. First, I started with make up and slipped my white gown on and tie a bow with the purple ribbon. Next, I chose what to accessorise with. (I brought 3 necklaces, you see) At first, I thought of letting my hair down naturally but my hair was in its usual mess so decided to tie it up into a side pony tail and was taking A VERY VERY LONG TIME to perfect it. I ALWAYS HAVE TO LOOK MY BEST so with my hair not styled or dyed or anything, I had to indeed make sure it was imperfectly perfect. SHEESH if I didn't, I WOULDN'T BE A GIRL.

The other seven roommates were busy adjusting contact lenses, changing, adding make up, etc. Some time in between, Cel's mum came to the room.

Cel and I were in white tube dresses but different designs of course. Cel thought that I looked like Heidi the little girl with sheep. I'LL TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT? Li Min was in a snazzy black Dorothy Perkins dress which her aunt had bought for her birthday. She looked fab. Jua was this vintage queen. Floral spaghetti strap dress with black gloves with the significant net hat matching with cherry red lipstick. She was model material. Joey came in with a mini red and black kimono with Chinese or perhaps Japanese designs on the cuffs. Elegant and punk rockish type of look to match her sexy personality. Gelly was pure lolita. An absolute punk-goth doll. Want to be perfect lolita looking? Gelly is the girl to go. Cel had a white tube dress with black resonance designs at the bottom of her dress with a black bow at the back that is made from a sash. Very petite and beautiful look which stands simply stands out as well as complementing her tall height. Fio and Jas weren't going for prom so it's down to only six out of eight of us. Of course there was Samantha (Sam). More about her later.

We spent two full hours to get everything done. There were a lot of difficulties in some of the outfits especially when it came to hats and bows. Once I had my hair done, I went around helping Gelly put on her lolita hat, those miniature top hat that you clip onto your hair. Apparently, her hair was so soft and smooth it was difficult to keep the hat at a side angle that we had to keep re-clipping and adjusting. Though the soft and smoothness of her hair wasn't the reason for it. It was more of the direction in which the hair was flowing which made it difficult for the clip to stay. I did the same for Jua as well. It was a Hat-Crisis. I tied Gelly's front bow but it wasn't balanced out so Jas redid it for her. While Jas retied the bow, Fio and I tightened Gelly's corset at the back of her dress. I remembered doing Cel's bow on the back as well. It turned out fine. The material was easy to tie with.

Joey requested for someone who could roughly draw. So I volunteered to help her draw some designs on her mask with black nail polish. It was difficult as the polish was so sticky. So it wasn't as nice as I tried to make it to be. Oh wells.

Decided to do some last minute eye shadowing for myself. I borrowed Gelly's make-up and quickly dabble abit here and there. Once all that was done, IT'S MASK TIME! (:

The theme for prom was masquerade which is the reason why we all had to wear masks but there were some other people from school who didn't. At the end of it all the mask never stayed on our faces for long. Quickly adding our masks to our outfits we headed out of ROOM 324, all of us fashionably late.

York Hotel - Lobby, 19:06

Met Sam and Wen Ting there. Cel needed to pass Sam the prom ticket to register for prom. Sam was wearing a mini navy blue tube dress with silver butterfly prints on them. Quite wild looking in a trendy way. Something like jungle wear in fact. Wen Ting was in the same black tube dress that she wore for graduation. It's a shiny simple sweet cocktail. With every step together, I walk in pairs with Gelly as I was the total opposite of her. She had the all black and silver look while I was white and silver. BIG CONTRAST.

York Hotel - Function Room : Reception, 19:12

A couple of drinks were served. Though it was not enough for most of us. Many heads turn when the door to our lift opens. All staring at Gelly and Joey, probably stunned by their excellent dressing. Wondered our way round the reception area. All of us dying to go in and have a seat. Each of us received a letter opener from the hotel and a pouch from the school as a goodie bag. Met Geraldine (G.Boo) who wore the same dress as Chelsea. Both looked good and comfortable with what they were wearing. (:

York Hotel - Function Room : Prom, 19:30

The function room was dark and smoky with bright white lights blinking furiously from the stage. BALLOONS EVERYWHERE! Two projectors showing pictures, pictures and more pictures of tonight's event. We settled down at table thirteen.

There was this ugly character running around and scaring the girls and apparently it tried to scare Li Min. WRONG CHOICE MISTER. He tried to be freaky and what he got in the end was a smack on the head from her. The ugly character started to tell Li Min that he was heartbroken and blah blah blah and asked her to give him a kiss on the cheek. Li Min went like: "OH MY GOSH, I CAN'T STAND IT! HIS FACE IS SO RETARDED." I think she whacked him another time after that and he left. I HAVE VERY INTERESTING FRIENDS. Of course, everyone at our table was dying through laughter.

Awhile later on, the emcee opened the night. He wasn't a fantastic emcee but sporting enough. Jokes were terrible though. We had some screaming competition before dinner was served. A band came up to play and was suppose to provide jazz music. Sadly, the female lead was out of tune and the beats were all mixed up. Total noise and failure. We had to scream to each other in order to talk. How unladylike like but we didn't have a choice. I was telling Chelsea that by the end of tonight I would be calling her CHELSEA! instead of Chelsea.

During dinner, we had a Bodyknits fashion show. I think some guys from the various guest bands had their eyes hooked on many of our girls who modeled. I am proud that our school girls have a figure but I am not proud that guys look at them like a juicy doggy delicacy. No further coment. Outfits all sponsored by Bodyknits.

Emcee came up again, playing some kind of weird game. Yeung Wing was selected to go up on stage. Contestants had to be blindfolded and dance to the song: "I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT." Guess what? YEUNG WING WON! Everyone else backed out cause most would rather probably die than do that.

We had lucky draw and the usual stuff. West Grand Boulevard came to play and they are including our prom night in their latest music video. Be sure to catch it. (: Most of the people on table thirteen left. Remaining Gelly, Chelsea, Wen Ting, G.Boo, Su Jan and I. However, Gelly, Wen Ting, G.Boo went up earlier to play in ROOM 324. I stayed around with Chelsea and Su Jan taking photos together.

The function room broke out into a clubbing party after the third band performed. I stayed at my seat for the rest of the night and watched the girls dance and party with the band members. Sometimes to appreciate the fun that's happening around you, you've just got to stop and listen to people's laughter, singing, merry making instead of joining them. To listen to laughter of fond memories that has been built over four long years and this maybe be the last time you hear people screaming their lungs off. Only when you've heard enough of it, you join them. Basically, I went through the entire prom listening cause there's just too many things to remember for a lifetime. (:

York Hotel - Lobby, 23:32

I walked with Sam to the lifts as she needed to collect something from the room. Joey came down to pass it to her and pick me up as I gave my card key to Gelly when they went up first. I asked Joey what were they all up to and she told me they were playing Dead Or Alive just now and now they are back to Dance Dance Revelation.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 23:40

I entered the room and saw Gelly still in her outfit. Oh bother. I'm going to have to wait for my turn to use the bathroom to bathe. I play Dance Dance Revelation while waiting and once again I'm the ultimate loser. YAY ME! Gelly finally goes in while I entertain myself with Li Min's PSP. Was entertaining myself with puzzle bobble while the rest set up Fio's laptop (which is the same as mine) to watch The King and The Clown. Wasn't interested so I just continued playing the PSP. Gelly came out and I went in to take my bath, borrowed Cel's conditioner as well. However, we were making too much noise so a security came up to knock on your door. Five of us ran to hide in the toilet as we are suppose to only have one of us pretending to take a bath and the other three in the room because it was only to a maximum of four people to one room. Finally, Cel apologised and chased the guy away. The man said he could hear us from the lift. Wow, we must be that loud.

I stepped into the bathroom and it was as though THE GREAT FLOOD HAD ENDED. I applied the make up remover onto my face and I needed tissue to wipe the make up off. Interestingly, there was only one piece of toilet paper left. I had no choice to wipe away whatever I could and wash the rest off with water. I looked in the dustbins and it was filled with cup noodles, tissue and more tissue. The mirror fogged up after my bath so I decided to draw a cow on it. HEE! (:

When I came out from the bathroom, I told Li Min : "WHOEVER CLEANS UP THIS ROOM IS GOING TO THINK THAT WE ALL HAVE FOOD POISONING AND STOMACH ACHES BY JUST LOOKING AT THE AMOUNT OF TISSUE WE USE AND THE AMOUNT OF FOOD WE EAT IN ONE NIGHT." We'll probably scare the staff. Continued playing PSP till my friends finished their show.

14th November 2008

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 2:00

The movie has ended and we were deciding if we should watch a chic flick or not. Cel was being retarded and she used my giant cow as an Afro wig and started rapping. Then she did an advertisement to promote O-NEE and ginko nuts. We all couldn't help but to burst out laughing. IT WAS SUPER SUPER STUPID. CEL IS JUST RETARDED BUT WE LOVE HER. (:

Joey then started to start a war between the Democrats and Communists. Democrats: Joey, Jua, Jas and I. Communists: Li Min, Cel, Fio and Gelly. So we were comparing whose ideology was better. We started to throw the cows over the blue balloons that we got from prom, pretending they were explosives. In the end, Joey started a pillow fight which made everyone high and I decided to call it the CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS (those who learn history will get the joke). We burst out laughing even more. Finally, we've decided to end the war.

Since everyone enjoyed acting, I've suggested to play charades! We started with individual charades and then we went back to the battle between Democrats and Communists. We started with anime topics at first then went on to open category. A lot of stupid stuff came up, like PRINCE OF EGYPT. Cel was Moses and she looked like she had fits when she split the red sea. Gosh it was hilarious. There was SAILOR MOON as well. Many many stuff, all stupid, retarded and original.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 4:00

We decided to go straight to bed even though it was difficult to sleep since we were all every high and full of energy. We even had to make up a SHUT UP GAME to calm ourselves down. RETARDED.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 8:16

Li Min couldn't sleep so she played PSP throughout the night. Joey and Jua were in the bathroom warming themselves up by using the hot water from the tub while Fiona joined them. I decided to start packing a little and wash up. The rest were still asleep but soon everyone was up and packing as well while I snack on my cookies and chips. Slacking my bum off. Once everything was all set, I stayed with Gelly in the hotel room as she was waiting with for her parents to come pick her up as they were heading for Malaysia for a holiday. I told Cel to help me get a bubble tea on the way back from Far East as the rest went out for breakfast. Gelly was playing Crazy Taxi and she said she was doing badly when she got an A for her license.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 10:13

Gelly's parents arrived so I followed her down to see her off. Went back up to the room and decided to play PSP as well. So entertained myself with Crazy Taxi as well. I am a teribble Taxi driver. Me hopeless one.

York Hotel - ROOM 324, 10:54

The others finally came back from breakfast. Cel bought me my milk tea. Sat on the floor playing THE NAME GAME. We ended up screaming at each other. INSANE NUTCASES we all are. Then we decided to play STRESS. Jas kept screaming whenever it was STRESS TIME. She'll scream and then all of us will scream! Once the thrill was over, Li Min suggested to play Blackjack. We weren't gambling just to let you know, instead we came up with our own edition of the card game. IT'S CALLED... "Pirts" Blackjack. Don't ask me how to play it. It's a secret I'll never tell. I was the first to lose anyway. Jas won. Played that till we had to checkout.

We were saying that we have to book a chalet together and do this again. IT WAS ULTIMATE FUN.

York Hotel - Lobby, 13:47

Hired a cab with Fio, Jas and Jua. Then I walked to Aljunied MRT with Spanky in my hands, many were staring. Oh wells. Was having a slight migraine.

Home, 15: 02

Reached home.

It's now time to start all over again. (:

2008-11-12T10:40:00.001+08:00

Can I Have This Dance?

right here, you take a chance,
asking for my hand to dance.

you hold my hand and twirl me round,
spinning my whole world upside down.

movement like flowers blooming in spring,
it feels as though we can do anything.

let the moon and stars shine upon us,
a spotlight cast on clear glowing glass.

frocks and suits with hearts together,
tonight's the night that could last forever.

until the clock strikes twelve, there's no time to sigh.
before the needle turns, there's no need to say goodbye.

2008-11-11T21:46:00.002+08:00

Veronica tagged me to do the quiz so I'm gonna do it!
Here its goes & enjoy! (:
Wanted to do my own edition of it but uh it's too long to even type this all out so I've changed my mind.

Instructions:
1. Do the "LETTER MEME"
2. Tag no less than 5 people.
3. Then copy the "How-to" letter MEME and finish your journal entry.

Template:
Dear (the last person who message you),
I do not really know how to tell you this but I (1), I think I realised it (2) (3) and I saw you (4)(5). I am sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I am returning (8) to you but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should know that I'm (10) (11).
(12), your name.

1. What is the colour of your shirt?

Blue - Our romance is over.

Red - Our affair is over.

White - I'm join the monastery.

Black - I dislike you.

Green - Our horoscope does not match.

Grey - You're a pervert.

Yellow - I'm selling myself.

Pink - Your nostrils are insulting.

Brown - The mafia wants you.

No shirt -You're a loser

Other - I'm in love with your sister.

2. Which is your birth month?

January - That night

February - Last year

March - When your dwarf bit me

April - When I tripped on sesame seeds

May - First of May

June - When you put cuffs on me

July - When I throw up

August - When I saw the shrunken head

September - When we skinny dipped

October - When i quoted Santa

November - When your dog ran amok

December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?

Tacos - In your apartment

Pizza - In your camping car

Pasta - Outside of Chicago

Hamburgers - Under the bus

Salad - As you ate enchilada

Chicken - In your closet

Kebab - With Paris Hilton

Fish - In woman's clothing

Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation

Hot dog - Under a state of trance

Lasagna - At the mental hospital

None of the above - George Bush and his wife

4. What is the colour of your socks?

Yellow - Hit On

Red - Insult

Black - Ignore

Purple - Pour syrup on

White - Carve your initials

Brown - Put leeches on

Orange - Castrate

Pink - Pull the toupee

Barefoot - Sit on

Other - drive out

5. What is the colour of your underwear? (I've got 2 answers for this cause they never state which underwear)

Black - My best friend

White - My father

Grey - Bill Clinton

Brown - My fart balloon

Purple - My mustard souffle

Red - Donald Duck

Blue - My avocado plant

Yellow - My pen pal in Ghana

Orange - My Kid Rock collection

Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper

None - John F Kennedy statue

Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on television?

Scrubs - Man

O.C - Emotional

One Tree Hill - Open

Heroes - Frostbitten

Lost - High

House - Scarred

Simpsons - Cowardly

The News - Mongolic

Idol - Masochistic

Family guy - Senile

Top Model - Middle-class

None above - Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?

Happy - How awful I felt

Sad - How boring you are

Bored - That Santa does not exsist

Angry - That your pimple are at the last stage

Depressed - That we are curious

Excited - That there are no solutions to this

Nervous - The middle-east

Worried - that your Honda sucks

Apathetic - That I did a sex-change

Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster

Cuddly - I get turned on by garbage men

Overjoyed - That I am open

Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What is the colour of the walls of your bedroom?

White - Your ring

Yellow - Your love letters

Red - Your Darth Vader poster

Black - Your tame stone

Blue - The couch cushions

Green - The picture from LA

Orange - Your false teeth

Brown - Your contact book

Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs

Purple - Your old lottery ticket

Pink - The cut toenails

Others - Your memories from military service

9. What's the first letter of your name?

A/B - Your photo

C/D - The oil stocks

E/F- Your neighbour Martin

G/H - My viriginity

I/J - The results of your blood sample

K/L - Your left ear

M/N - Your suicide note

O/P - My common sense

Q/R - Your mum

S/T - Your collection of butterflies

U/V - Your criminal record

W/X -Davis's Tricot outfit

Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. What is the last letter in your name? (last letter of surname)

A/B - Always will remember

C/D - Never will forget

E/F- Always wanted to break

G/H - Never openly mocked

I/J - Always have felt dirty before

K/L - Will tell the authorities about it

M/N - Told in my confession today about

O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about

Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about

S/T - Get sick when I think of

U/V - Always will try to forget

W/X -Am better off without

Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?

Water - Our friendship

Soft drink - My new life as a clone

Soda - The incarnation as an Eskimo

Milk - The apartment building

Wine - Cocaine abuse

Cider - A passionate interest for mice

Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations

Mineral water -Embarrassing rash

Hot Chocolate - Eggplant fetishism

Whiskey - To ruin the second world war

Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. Which country would you prefer to go on vacation?

Thailand - Warm regards

USA - Best wishes

England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail

Spain - Go drown yourself

China - Disgusting regards

Germany - With ease

Japan - Go burn

Greece - your everlasting enemy

Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard

Egypt - F*** off now!

France - In pain

Others - Greetings to your freaky family

Tagged: Jos and Leroy

2008-11-09T18:01:00.004+08:00

Day And Night.

Fluttering, the butterfly sits on his finger. A strong facade but sometimes with a gentle heart. He lies on a floating cloud roaming the skies, far and free. Watching down to where people bustle along the sidewalks, where animals scamper and run. Children yawn down under, while light fills the silent sky. He watches as the quiet breaks. Dawn has arrived, the new beginning.

Time pass, it's time to leave. He patiently waits for her to come. Any time now, he thinks to himself. There she stood shrouded by the other clouds. In her usual beauty, she approaches him on his cloud. It's her moment now. He gives up his seat to her like any gentleman, then fades away far from sight.

She gently rises. Drowning herself in the sweet scent of dew from a bed of roses. At the same time, staring down, she sees the lamps and lights shining like coloured stars in the heavens. Listening to the whispers and snores of the people while endless dreams danced round their heads. Cool breeze surrounds and captures her breath, soothing her. Allowing darkness to loom itself between the houses below. Night has arrived, the grand finale.

2008-11-08T19:43:00.003+08:00

こわい
Pull in before the next tide comes.
Its the wings shattering.
Here a girl holds a flame, burn.
Eternal is one fear.

ロンド (Rondo) by On/Off

One by one, the white rose petals open
The memories are now fully cast
Tranquility illuminates the night of blooming flowers
Which is sweet yet painful while becoming colorful

Like following a shining thread, time is quietly flowing
While people stick to the movement of flow and ebb, they are reborn

Your smile is the warmth that melts my chest
Like a faint dream that I had somewhere
Even if the present moment is cut up by the setting sun
Our two shadows overlap

Endless and far, boundless and deep, like destinies that crossed each other
I grasped it again and again, I lost it again and again, the fact that we were finally able to meet
Like how the sky yearns for the earth, the flowers wait for the rain, and the night falls in love with tomorrow
I yearned so much for the fact that two hearts were one

If we can relieve ourselves from eternal slumber and see each other
Come on, let's dance in our rondo on this night

Like moving through the passed days, the moon is tender and clouded
And beyond my memories, love overflowed again

If I can walk through your moments for a second time
Then I want to become a shadow and protect you
Even if the blindly blowing wind estranges us
Please don't forget about believing

An aimless sparkle, a fleeting wavering, like drifting illusions
Even while I wandered, I finally made it to the place that won't change
Even if the darkness steals away the sun, lies cry to sins, and the past splits apart the future
As if going around to places, I'm certain that I chose this place

Endless and far, boundless and deep, like destinies that crossed each other
I grasped it again and again, I lost it again and again, the fact that we were finally able to meet
Like how the sky yearns for the earth, the flowers wait for the rain, and the night falls in love with tomorrow
I yearned so much for the fact that two hearts were one

One by one, the white rose petals are scattered
We may be stained by the touch of the gentle morning
And if I am reborn blossoming in your heart
Our love will transcend all of eternity

2008-11-02T22:03:00.003+08:00

WORDS THAT I'LL REMEMBER UNTIL THE DAY I DIE.

"Life is a game of chess. We cannot blame and be angry or upset at those who hurt us or take us for granted no matter how much emotional pain we have to go through. As it is human nature to hurt those who care the most for us. Yet we can only be remorse and disappointed for the choices made that would hurt others and only hope and believe that they would one day realise the power and control that they have in this world, which was given by God. Such a selfish man is a man who would allow fellow loved ones to remain hurt despite himself having the power to heal and mend regardless the damage." - myself.

"All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on sand. Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh." - Rabbi Harold Kushner.

2008-10-30T19:10:00.003+08:00

to make my confession simple and clear,

let the lyrics that you listen be me whispering in your ear.
while you sleep under the starry starry night, remember that I'm near
as my love is endless year after year.
do not ever be upset and wipe away those tears,
for there is nothing to fear
because you remain in my heart, to me you're always dear.

Tonight - FM Static.

I remember the times we spent together
On those drives
We had a million questions
All about our lives
And when we got to New York
Everything felt right
I wish you were here with me
Tonight

I remember the days we spent together
Were not enough
And I used to feel like dreamin'
Except we always woke up
Never thought not having you here now
Would hurt so much

Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you, I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight

I remember the time you told me
About when you were eight
And all those things you said that night
That just couldn't wait

I remember the car you were last seen in
And the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
And stayed out way too late

I remember the time you sat and told me
About your Jesus
And how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad
Sometimes not having you here
I sing

Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you, I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight

I sing
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight...

2008-10-30T17:48:00.004+08:00

SPACE.

After talking to a friend of mine over the phone, I realised that in all my sixteen years of life I've never really specifically understood the word 'space'.

We often say: "I need my own space." or "Please give me some space." So what exactly is space?

Space is the freedom or opportunity to express oneself, resolve a personal difficulty, be alone, etc.; allowance, understanding, or noninterference.

As an individual, I never actually said the line "I need my own space." to anyone. In fact, I'm a lot more direct than that. If I wanted to be left alone I would say so but the likeliness of me saying it would be rare. Usually, if my parents started with their usual routine of nagging, I would stay silent or shrug them off.

I suppose we all need our privacy once in awhile but how much of it do we need it really? How does one require the need of so much space? Do we need space because we feel suffocated from a lack of freedom or is it cause we need time to cool ourselves down after a tense argument with someone else?

Due to my personality and perhaps upbringing, having the companionship of loved ones around me plays an important part in my daily life. Since young, I've never really had a problem with having few friends or needing a lot of personal space. To me, quality is the one thing to look for in friends and not quantity. I don't mean to sound as though I think of my friends as an expensive bag made from genuine and durable materials, however, I can't help but to feel strongly that friendships mean a lot more than a grab-all-you-can sale. Sure, if the quality is worthy, all the more we ought to grab.

Friends. They all come and go, why bother? They move on, we move on. Sometimes we take one another for granted, forgetting to show any appreciation. No one's to blame, it's just human nature. Sometimes we fight, we seek for space. Sometimes we wished we were able to survive in solitude so that we would think that we are invincible when it comes to facing reality. No one would hurt us, we wouldn't hurt anyone, no crime done.

Space and solitude. No man can survive alone yet some of us still seek to do so. In my opinion, space is being in one's own comfort be it having people around or without. Space is a refuge where we know a storm would be calmed, a shelter where we have loved ones by our side to help us pull through, a haven where we find our peace.

Space, what exactly is space? (:

2008-10-27T21:49:00.002+08:00

PUT THE LIME IN THE COCONUT AND YOU SHAKE IT LIKE THAT!

*sentence was inspired by coke advertisement. (:

Best Foot Forward.

2008-10-27T11:04:00.003+08:00

BEST FOOT FORWARD.

Recently, I've read a book titled: "Best Foot Forward" by Joan Bauer. I've decided to use its title for the post but I do not intend to talk about its content. So if you're wondering what I'm going to discuss about today, it's definitely not about the book. You can go check it out yourself. (:

Well at this period of time, most people at my age would probably be taking the O Level Examinations and so am I. As usual the competition is tough. Day by day, I think of people who are at each others throats to achieve better grades than others.

Many of us want to pursue the numerous aspirations of life and such examples would be, a decent and enjoyable job to our interests, a good income, etc. To ensure that we would fulfill these aspirations, we put our best foot forward as seeing a great amount of effort put in to achieve our goals brings in a sense of satisfaction and pride.

Then again, despite doing so. Sometimes our best is never enough to acquire what we want in life. I'm not trying to say that many of us are unrealistic in our aims, and that we dream for the impossible to happen. At the same time, the only thing that one can do is to hope that everything turns out well after going through chaos and havoc to attain these aims.

However, what if everything seems bleak, you are stuck in a worse case scenario? Then what? Would you still have the strength to put another step forward? What would it be for you? To stay at the foot of the stairs or to start over and climb once more?

Over the weekend, I had a train of thought regarding this scenario. I looked around and saw many who are far more capable and promising compared to my abilities. That's when it got me down. In my whole 4 years of education in secondary school, I don't remember attaining an A in any of my academic subjects and as I looked at the others around me, they are all top-notch scholars of the year 1992 babies. Who was I compared to them?

Strangely, something prompted me to view things from a different perspective and that something could have been God. I pictured in my mind what it was like to fall back to the ground from a great height. Then I realised, it does not take any effort to fall but it takes every single bit of effort to work your way up to the top once more. I figured that man was made not to fail but to persevere.

Regardless of the many trials we go through, we ought to put our best foot forward and chase after our hearts' desires. Despite the pain and agony, to be able to give one's fullest hard work is something we ought to be proud of ourselves for. There are many in the crowd who have no moral courage to stand up and try to face reality and to be one who has the ability to stand out is to be a person who is deserving of praise and complement.

All you need to do is to always remember there will always people around you (including God) to walk with for the rest of your lifetime, giving you the encouragement to pick you up. Therefore, even though time waits for no man, life's short and passing by quickly with its up and downs, there is never any harm in putting your best foot forward.

Now, it's only a matter of question: "Would you dare to take that leap of faith?"

2008-10-24T22:52:00.003+08:00

THE MISSING HALF.

Opposites, they can never be alone.
Yet one of them sits there, she's all on her own.
At night, her dreams call for him till fear turns her to stone.
Without her opposite, she does not exist to care.
Together, hand in hand, their lives make a pair.
Then again, life's never fair.
Choices and differences that separates both hearts.
Hot and cold, big and little, short and tall, a difference in parts.
At end of it all, waiting alone, she's back at the start.

2008-10-20T22:40:00.005+08:00

ESCAPADE.

"I don't want to hear of your nonsense ever again!" Jillian yelled resentfully her older twin sister, her outward reflection. "I refuse to listen to any of it!"

Eighteen years ago, a pair of girls were born, twins. Jessica and Jillian, an identical pair of twins. Whatever Jessica had, Jillian would too. The twins shared the same orche coloured hair which brushes gently on their shoulders along with two lovely dimples to match their adorable smiles. Both girls with a pair emeralds for eyes that sparkled brightly each time they blinked. If Jessica went to the supermarket, so would Jillian. Everywhere they went, their outfits and hair would match. They shared the same school, same teachers, same friends, both first equals. Even sometimes, their family and friends could never tell them apart. Identical they were, indeed. Jessica and Jillian, people called them "the sweetest inseparable twins".

However, their similarity had not last long. The alarming sirens on their sixteenth birthday signaled the horror of Jessica's crime. Everyone was shocked with what they had heard from the police. Sweet, calm Jessica. Who would have thought that she was accused for theft and an addict of ecstasy? Who would have thought, Jessica of all the girls in the neighbourhood would possibly do such a thing. That evening, she was summoned to contribute to pay off her crime through community service and under a caregiver's supervision.

When the news broke out, everyone avoided her. Their parents devastated, her friends teased her, her relatives disgusted with the thought and even the neighbours became surly. She was alone. Ostracized.

"You think you can escape from it, don't you? You think you're all high and mighty to just leave as you wish and please, don't you? All you ever think of is to get out of the house and go pursue that artistic passion of yours when your closest kin needs you the most!" snapped Jessica, blocking the doorway as both parents were not around to help persuade her younger sister to rethink.

"Don't you think I've been helping you with all that community service work long enough? For once, you ought to think about what I want in my life instead of what you want in my life! You may look like me but you'll never be me, we were never the same! Your life might be ruined, but mine would never be like yours, especially yours. Besides, Mum and Dad agreed for me to leave." Jillian pushes her sister aside rapidly shoving her bags at the back seat.

She straps herself in and drives out of the porch, her face drenched from her own tears, not noticing her sister disappearing into the house. Speeding to escape from her domineering twin, Jillian looks in the rear mirror for one last peek at the house filled with the memories of her beloved childhood and sees her twin, her reflection at the gate holding a pistol to her head. The sound of a gunshot pierced the air as soon as both the trigger and brakes were pulled.

2008-10-14T22:36:00.005+08:00

Light Of My Life.

Gold light hits against the soft white blue tiles, I see tiny rainbows as the water flows down to my feet. I turn to the window and watch the sun set behind the rooftops of terrace houses. Letting the cool water run down my spine as fierce golden rays cast down against my back making me feel small and weak like a little rattle fighting a loud boom from a church bell. Scrubbing clean till no visible stains remain.

I step out from the bath and stand in front of the mirror, nude from head to toe as beads of water are gently brushing my skin. Glowing in gold light, I look flawless. Perfectly perfect. I thought what I saw in the mirror was a angel that God sent from heaven.

Now the sun hides behind, and light fades, my glow removed and faded. I see myself this time. I see my flaws. Perfectly imperfect. A human that bleeds.

Silver rays stream against grey walls, I see the full moon from where I lay, wishing upon it. I gazed up the night sky looking at its beauty, letting the moonlight light up my face. Innocence reflect in my eyes as silence is all I hear. Soft, delicate like my pillows I rest my head on. True comfort and peace.

Yet when day comes, and night disappears, I awake from my dream.

Light. My hideaway from the solitude that is exposed in the lively chatter of the day and the dead silence of the night. My only refuge.

2008-10-11T21:09:00.002+08:00

Leroy made me do this. So here it goes. Enjoy! (:

1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?
Garfield. Someone with an attitude, someone lazy and independent, someone fun and knows how to boogie even when things go wrong, someone who is carefree, someone witty, someone animated like Garfield. (:

2. What would you never ever give up?
God, life, family, friends, almost everything actually other than my vices.

3. What do you want the most now?
10 points for L1R4. Shopping sprees! O Levels to end! Be more independent, I think? (:

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Probably donate some. Spend a little bit to help the economic crisis. Give a huge offering to God. Invest in profitable investments. Travel for a week? Shopping sprees. Adopt a cow. Save the rest of it.

5. Isn't Arron Yan just awesome?
Don't know who, don't care. I just know that I'm am more than amazing. :P

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Both, even if it means feeling miserable your whole life.

7. Can you whistle?
Of course! Can you? Cause if you can then I see a common talent in the both of us but the only difference between me and you is that I'm more than amazing. (:

8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?
My engagement to a 6 year old boy. (:

9. Do you like chocolate?
Yep, I sure do but I prefer ice cream more. <3

10. Would you trade your most beloved object for a guy?
Nah. I don't take in slaves.

11. How would you see yourself in 10 years' time?
A fashion journalist who is alot more than amazing, travelling around the world to various fashion shows working for a top class fashion magazine company.

12. Who are currently the most important people to you?
Too many to name. I enjoy spreading the love. (:

13. Have you finished all your revision?
Nope, not at all.

14. What do you want to do after exams?
Learn japanese. Get a job. Shop for prom. Buy a ds or psp. Chill with school mates and friends before next year starts. (:

15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?
Listen to my alarm playing "Skyway Avenue"

16. What does your favourite kind of shampoo smell like?
Shampoo? Duh.

17. How would you rate the perfection of your life now?
Now - 7.5. After O Levels - 9

18. What type of people do you like?
People of all sorts. Even if you are anti-violent smoker/drunk/drug addict/tyrant, I can still handle it. Once you get violent or flirty with me, please return to your planet.

2008-10-06T22:28:00.005+08:00

On Turning Ten

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfuguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one,
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

- written by Billy Collins.

At the end of the day,
sometimes, this is what we'll all say.
Memories from the past turn fonder,
life is indeed a true wonder.

2008-10-05T20:38:00.006+08:00

MASQUERADE.

Roses loomed on rails, dangled on the stairway as she descends. Blooming delicately step by step. All eyes turn to marvel at her, embellished in wonder and beauty. Long rich mousse cream-coloured locks bypass her slender petite waist, curling like gentle waves along the shore. An air of elegance embraced every single agile move of her skin on the satin of her deep mauve evening gown as the heat of the moment caresses her body. A matching mask she puts on, bringing out her florid complexion. A deceptive epitome. However, behind her mask hides a hidden flaw. A stain. It was the birthmark on her upper cheek. There she was, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Waiting for love.

A pauper he was but a"street rat" was what people would call him. He had stolen his outfit from a proper guest of the party as he wanted to meet the mysterious fair maiden. Masked as well, unrecognisable. By the sight of her, he was spell-bound and captivated. Swooned by her every move, he almost hears her faint whispers humming in a gentle breeze, sweeping him off his feet. Unable to resist not noticing her alone, his heart is compelled to approach her with curiousity, falling for her. Walking to love.

She stares at the man before her as his lips moved in request for a dance. He was clothed in fine robes and shoes. A fashionably well-groomed man, charming indeed. Well read yet simple, he seemed to be. He had not acted like how most aristocrats would have, neither snobbish or proud.He was humble and full of the sweetest smiles with two cherry dimples that anyone could have. She could not stop herself from smiling back at him even if she wanted to try. The soft brown hair on his head glowed radiantly like gold thread under the warm lights. His image and character filled her lungs with life, with warmth. She gladly accepted and danced with him, subtly wondering who was this stranger. Wishing it's love.

His heart fills with joy as she finally accepts and takes her. Carefully leading and holding her as though she was made of glass. Slowly, the colour of blue sky touches the colour of green grass, their eyes met. Searching each others souls for trust, for hope, for acceptance. While she twirled in circles away from his arms, she slips and crashes to the floor. Lying there unconscious, her mask slipped off and her flaw revealed. He looks at her, shocked and disappointed. The room goes silent. Waking from a dream.

2008-10-03T22:52:00.004+08:00

Crush - Mandy Moore

You know everything that I'm afraid of
You do everything I wish I did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you

I know I should tell you how i feel
I wish everyone would disappear
Every time time you call me, I'm too scared to be me
And I'm too shy to say

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you

You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
And sometimes you tell me thing that i don't want to know
I just want to hold you
And you say exactly how you feel about her
And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you

Ooh, I wish I could tell somebody
But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows
I've got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush

You say everything that no one says
But I feel everything that you're afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you
I've got a crush...

2008-09-29T23:04:00.002+08:00

A LITTLE FAITH WE NEED.

Have a little faith,
when an angel falls.

Have a little faith,
when miracles fail to happen.

Have a little faith,
when hope dies out.

Have a little faith,
when patience grows weary.

Have a little faith,
when trust is broken.

Have a little faith,
when believing seems impossible.

Have a little faith,
when it is difficult to accept.

Have a little faith,
when tolerance is lacking.

Have a little faith,
I'll always rememeber.

Have a little faith,
as love is everlasting.

2008-09-20T21:03:00.002+08:00

I've got to stop.
Just stop.
Enough already.
Now, disappear.

2008-09-19T22:53:00.003+08:00

Memories.

"Do you remember?"

In our daily lives, we're frequently asked on what we remember.
Our brain can store at least 800GB worth of information, I think? (not too sure.)
But whatever it is, anything that enters into our mind stays there for life and it's more of a matter of where it's placed.
Most of the time, memories are placed in the heart.
As long as any form of article has emotional value, it is placed in the heart.
Articles might consist of family, friends, presents that we receive, anything that is attached to our emotions.
Through our journey of life, we face trails, we move on.
Sometimes, we lose something/someone when we face trails, something/someone dear to us.
We move on but there comes a time when we realise that what we've lost might be irreplaceable to us.
It is very much important to us and perhaps the only souvenier we have left of it's significance is a memory.
It all comes back naturally as a reminder and that's all we have left to treasure.
We open the memories in our hearts and let everything else pass us by in order to relive our past.
Whether pleasant or unpleasant is a choice.

Are memories your refuge or scars?
Do you remember?

2008-09-19T22:53:00.002+08:00

GRADUATION.

the migration, a change of season.
flooding the sky, in a fleet clothed with robes.
grandly enshrouded with beauty, it's time to move on.
in which direction, many do not know.
under the heavens and above the earth, departing.
together fully transformed, values upheld.
riding on wings, soaring up high.
in a swan's song, with love we kiss goodbye.
letting go, we finally fly.

2008-09-15T21:00:00.005+08:00

Tamagotchi.

The Tamagotchi (たまごっち, Tamagotchi) is a handheld digital pet created in 1996 by Aki Maita and sold by Bandai.
Over 10 million Tamagotchis have been sold as of 2005.
The Tamagotchi is housed in a small and simple egg-shaped computer.
Three buttons (A, B, and C) allow the user to select and perform an activity, including:
Feeding the Tamagotchi a piece of food or a snack.
Playing games with the Tamagotchi.
Cleaning up a Tamagotchi's waste.
Checking its age, discipline, hunger, happiness and other statistics.
There are five versions and it is very likely that more varieties of tamagotchis will be made.

Lately, 2 of my schoolmates/classmates have been getting themselves hooked once more one this little gadget.
Tamagotchi was probably once popular among the school girls (back in school) when I was probably in sec 2.
Many owned one cause it was cheap at that time.
It was probably like the rubik's cube kind of trend, I would say.
I usually would walk to the bus stop at the market from school with these 2 friends so whatever sources I put here about this little handheld pet would be reliable. (they provided my sources)

After my science mcq paper, Friend A pulled out her little pet and started to feed it.
At first, I wasn't shocked that she was playing with a Tamagotchi.
It was rather normal in fact.
However, Friend B saw Friend A fumbling with her toy and pulled out her own one as well.
Interestingly, I wasn't affected.
So I looked at my 2 buddies fiddling with their Tamagotchis as we walked out of school.
Friend B showed me her pets, she had 3 of them cause hers was a Tamagotchi Version 5.
(seriously, Tamagotchi HAS versions!?!?!?!?!?!)
So, she told us the names of her 3 pets that she was highly proud of.
One of them was called MOUSECHI.
What did it look like???
A COMPUTER MOUSE.
(I almost died.)

Still on our way out of the school compound, Friend B informed us that Tamagotchi has a version 5.5.
And she told us the difference between a 5 and 5.5.
THE AMAZING DIFFERENCE IS: YOUR PETS ARE OF ROYAL BLOOD.
(WOW. and I replied: MAYBE THAT'S WHY IT WAS VERSION 5.5 AND NOT VERSION 6. IT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH TO BE A 6.)
And because Friend A and Friend B are my adorable nutcases, they cracked out laughing like their pets cracking out from the eggs.

Finally, we're out of school.
Friend A and Friend B tried to connect their tamagotchi together.
To their disappointment, it wasn't possible.
You see Friend A has a Tamagotchi Version 4 while Friend B has a Tamagotchi Version 5.
So it was a failed attempt.
And while they tried, I looked at them hoping things would actually work.

So still on the way to the bus stop.
Friend A was whining that she wished she could have 1 more Tamagotchi Version 4 so that her pet could mate.
(Tamagotchi Version 4 has one 1 pet while Tamagotchi Version 5 has 3.)
And then Friend B changed the topic, and told us that if she showed her pets a key...
On the screen: The key sparkles. 3 pets turn to each other WOW-ing. After 5 seconds, 3 pets jump in a row YAY-ing.
(once again, I almost died.)
After that, Friend B was telling Friend A on the growth charts of Tamagotchi pets.
For Version 4 here's how it goes: blob -> stawberry/mushroom -> some ugly thing?
(This is according to my friends.)
Last Tamagotchi Version 5 system info was that even the pet's shit had a name.
IT'S CALLED: LUCKY USHI-KUN.
The shit even had wings.
(I died.)

So okay, after that we blabbered more and we still weren't at the bus stop yet.
You can actually imagined how much we talked.
So eventually, the subject moved on to the older versions of Tamagotchi.
Like the one that involved actual animals such as kittens and puppies & digimon.
That's if you do remember.
I, myself used to be a owner of 4 of these little handheld pets.
1 kitten, 1 dog, 2 digimon.
Eventually, they disappeared to a place not even where I can remember.

The advance "improvements" on this little play toy has surely enlightened my 2 friends & I'm sure, many other fellow children out there.
I suppose the advantage is that it encourages responsibility to some extent but it can also be a distraction in studies and all, that's for sure. (:

Tamagotchi, a handheld digital pet housed in a small and simple egg-shaped computer.
Unique & rather addictive.
BEWARE.

images: 1)animal version 2)old weird shaped one 3)digimon version 4)Tamagotchi Verion 1 5) Tamagotchi Version 2 6)Tamagotchi Version 3 7)Tamagotchi Version 4 8)Tamagotchi Version 5 9) Tamagotchi Version 4: Growth Chart.

2008-09-11T20:56:00.003+08:00

OUR OPEN WINDOWS TO THE WORLD.

A memory just fluttered in.
When I was young, lets say about probably primary 3 or 4.
I've always wondered why can't I see someone else's life.
This might sound confusing but I'll try to explain it anyway.

Well, what I've always wondered is basically...
Why can't my soul be in someone else's body and life?
Like instead of seeing myself in the mirror, why can't I view things from perhaps what I look like in other peoples' eyes.
Sure, it might be the same image as what I may see in the mirror but what does it feel like to see myself through someone else's eyes.
I'm just curious.

Imagine if you can experience things through someone else's eyes instead of your own.
Imagine if you can see the life of a famous star with your soul in them.
Imagine what it's like to be looking from perhaps a higher view when you're short but the person you're experiencing through isn't.
Imagine what it's like to be in a sports competition or fly a plane.
Imagine being able to pry in someone else's thoughts and emotions.
Imagine.

Well, I'm not talking about the blind nor possessing someone.
Yet at the same time, I've always imagined what it's like to be blind.
What do the blind see?

Ever since I've started wearing spectacles, my mother will always tell me to take care of my eyes and make sure there's enough lighting and all that.
And one day, she told me: "Our eyes are the windows to the world."
But then again sometimes, I'd wish that our eyes can be the windows to all the different worlds that live in the hearts of men.
To me, I think our eyes are a gift to see the hearts of others through actions and expressions, a gift to see what life truly is.

Eyes, are they your open windows to the world or to life? (:

2008-09-09T20:19:00.002+08:00

EVERYTHING.

please see the fear in me.
in a silent corner, I weep.
neglected, unloved, frightened.
the emotions reflected through those eyes.
letting go, I stare at my bare hands.
where is hope?
behind hidden boulders, out of my reach.
I disappear among the shadows casted on stained walls.
the world - oblivious to this suffering.
for someone to hear me plead,
I bow my head in open prayer: "Father, love me."

2008-09-04T22:23:00.008+08:00

HELLO YOU EARTHLINGS.

uploaded the pics for the previous 2 sweet 16 parties that I've attended.
first 4 pics was jua's birthday!
the rest are all angelika's and joey's joint party! (:
whee enjoy!

hello. yes that's me! THE ULTIMATE ONE. (: i know you love me.
jasmine and joey! PRETTY & LUSH-IOUS.

fiona! she was acting drunk that night.

jamin and sam! sam the doggy and mafia gang leader.

the friends and the family. left to right: 3rd row- geraldine boo, li min (white cap is mine!), jasmine, juanita, angie, fiona, 2nd row- wen ting, joey, sam, me!, 1st row -celestia, angelika.

oka & otto! "BELOVED COUPLE" (cel & gelly)

the 2 silly billy peeps at the back, joey and sam. (: and the other 2 are jasmin and li min. ALL THE MIN.

juanita the fab make up artist. helping li min look GLAM. (:

jasmine & joey AGAIN! hahaha.

li min's wearing my cap! and jua the make up artist! shy worhhhh.
angelika and fiona! CAMWHORE.
WHO WANTS MORE MAKE UP??? FOUNDATION FOUNDATION EVERYWHERE!!! O.o
gelly and fio AGAIN CAMWHORING. no comment.
the 2 birthday girls! gelly is older than joey! OTTO GROWING OLD AYE?
hee. angie here. CAM-SHY.
me, joey, sam, jas, li min. I'M SUCH A HIGHLIGHTER. joey, jas and li min!

CEL AND GELLY. LOVERS SHOT. <3> gelly with my sunglasses. i know they rock. everyone loves them. (:
jas and gelly!
jas and fio!

jua and fio! so pretty.
geraldine and li min! (:

basically, for juanita's party. we were all at ben and jerry's at dempsey area. IT IS VERY ULU.
but the food was FAB. had a tad bit of alcohol on that night. what can i say, we just love to taste a good mix. (: we crapped ALOT. and we're probably the loudest patrons at any restaurant we went. I HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY DECLARED AS THE COW MILKER OF THE CLIQUE/ FAMILY. we've also got a mafia gang leader. well basically, the one who had the most accessories on was the mafia gang leader. the duty went to SAM. (: and then there's the cleaner who has been awarded 21 years of cleaning service. THAT WOULD GO TO CEL. since she's dust conscious and all. WE ARE A BUNCH OF NUT CASES BY THE WAY. (: just to warn you in advance. *sweet smiles* PARTY-ED THE WHOLE NIGHT. and we over ordered. once again, FOOD WAS ABSOLUTELY FAB. (:

for joey's and angelika's party. it was held at MISS CLARITY CAFE at katong area. GREAT SERVICE AND REASONABLE PRICING FOR FOOD. (: the night was swell. WE SAW A GROUP OF 5 TEACHERS FROM SCHOOL. and it was teachers' day. and they thought that they wouldn't bump into any students! HAH! THEY WERE SO TOTALLY WRONG. they bumped into us. obviously the whole place was echoing with our endless chatter. HAHA! what a teachers' day it was for them. :P OH WELLS. anyway the dress code for the party was to stand out from the crowd. AND AS YOU CAN SEE THAT I AM IN BRIGHT BLUE AND PURPLE. while the rest are wearing all same colours. AND SO, BECAUSE OF THIS I AM DECLARED THE HIGHLIGHTER. probably under uniball, pilot or sakura brand WHATEVER. snapped shots here and there. the staff of the cafe strummed the guitar for a birthday song. WE SANG, WE CRAPPED. great night. and before we left we GREETED THE TEACHERS IN OUR STANDARD SING-SONG VOICES: "THANK YOU TEACHERS, MAY GOD BLESS YOU EVERYDAY." AND STORMED OUT OF THE CAFE, ROARING WITH LAUGHTER. (: hailed a cab and went down to suntec to chill and jalan abit. we walked all the way to marina square. joey had to find new stockings for her sister cause she tore the stockings that she was wearing and her sister need them tomorrow. unfortunately, the shops were closing so didn't manage to get any. THAT WAS PRACTICALLY THE END OF OUR FIESTA. (:

THE END.

2008-08-31T17:20:00.002+08:00

oh man.
I REALLY THANK GOD FOR UNDERSTANDING FRIENDS.
seriously need to count my blessings.
THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY NONSENSE CRAP AND MOOD SWINGS.
LOVE YOU PEEPS.

2008-08-30T22:54:00.002+08:00

7 years.

remember when we first met?
it was indeed hard to forget.
a friendship that blooms, unaware.
over 7 years, we grew to care.
looked out and i see the moon from where i lay.
i thought and wondered how was your day.
yearning to have you by my side
but there were rules we have to abide.
to achieve the support and acceptance that you seek
is all i have to remain meek.
i bow to you with happy tears,
thank you for joyous 7 years.
then again its best to remain apart,
even though you've stolen my heart.

2008-08-30T20:52:00.002+08:00

Time Of My Life - David Cook.

I've been waiting for my dreams
To turn into something
I could believe in
And looking for that
Magic rainbow
On the horizon
I couldn't see it
Until I let go
Gave into love and watched all the bitterness burn
Now I'm coming alive
Body and soul
And feelin' my world start to turn

And I'll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time
To be more than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the Time Of My Life
Time of my life

Holding onto things that vanished
Into the air
Left me in pieces
But now I'm rising from the ashes
Finding my wings
And all that I needed
Was there all along
Within my reach
As close as the beat of my heart

So I'll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time to be
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life

And I'm out on the edge of forever
Ready to run
I'm keeping my feet on the ground
My arms open wide
My face to the sun

I'll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time to be
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know
This is the time
This is the time of my life.
This is the time of my life.

2008-08-28T20:42:00.002+08:00

VANITY.

a price for one, a price to pay.
who will take your breath away?
beauty that sets in the setting sun.
a journey to chase, a race to run?
what you see is what you get,
don't expect anything more just yet.
for beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
can you make a move any bolder?
oh my, all those hidden hisses of profanity!
perhaps it's just an illusion of vanity.

2008-08-22T21:18:00.002+08:00

Pop!

boom, bang, boom,
flares shot in an empty room.
its sparks bursting, ignite,
running with our hopes relight.
towards the burning flames, comsumed,
our hearts remain together tuned.
as colours flood the horizons, carefree,
would you ever think of me?
beyond those fireworks, it is i,
that light in the silent sky.
boom, bang, boom,
love is like flares shot in an empty room.

2008-08-21T20:16:00.002+08:00

Once.

white roses stained red.
vibrantly blooming, once still, untouched.

toy dolls to make-up.
the angel of a puppet, once complex, lifeless.

past fused with future.
blended in an addictive mix, once innocent, pure.

sweets to drugs.
a spoonful taken in, once unpleasant, distaste.

where purple dinosaurs lived.
a child's little tainted world, once oblivion, sanctuary.

overalls to evening gowns.
flipping by chapters, once a fairytale, bliss.

ripples on a frozen lake.
freed from cracks, once peaceful, silent.

2008-08-16T13:22:00.002+08:00

WOLF.

"Daddy. He's back again." the little girl fast asleep, murmured in a voice rich with innocence and fear.

By her side, he lets out a soft whine as though speaking. His warmth covers her in peace and sercurity, her companion. Unconsciously, she tugs at his fur, recognising the friend. They always enjoyed each other's presence even though she ought to stay away, she loves him. While he would lie close to her heart, allowing her to be embraced in his warmth. Each night he would come, and have her held close. Indeed, such friends they are.

He is deceptive. His actions and care meant no harm but somehow his fangs would reach deep in tear out that little girl's heart, shreading it like fallen shards of glass. Some would call him a thief, but she calls him a wolf.

She would awake in immense pain yet she does not blame anyone but herself. She looks at her friend with eyes of sadness and hurt. Despite all this, she does so time and time again, putting back the pieces, crack by crack.

He looks into eyes of anguish and fear. Then vanishes and leaves her to mend and return. Taking his time, howling at the full moon, calling her to rise.

Both waiting for an answer from the heavens above. Creature and man, a pair that can only last as friends. She whispers her final plea, "Daddy, please set us free."

2008-08-15T23:11:00.002+08:00

Invader.

like tidal waves,
it sweeps past me by.
restlessly crashing,
pounding like a heartbeat of fireworks.
drowned in its sweetness,
biting into the forbidden fruit.
a temptation so great,
fighting to resist.
trapped in its grasps,
i succumb as its prisoner.
Afraid yet captivated,
by its magnificence and touch.
gentle and light,
my heart lifts.
as it glides away,
out into a different soul.

2008-08-14T22:01:00.004+08:00

Opposites.

Bodies close, an inseparable molecule
Alike yet different.
The room freezes like winter, stiff and dark.
Stepping into one world from another.
Sufferings to bliss.
Then it ends, bursting into light.

Warmth divides both apart.
Carefree yet restrained.
Spring blooming, spirits return
Liberated with the absence of woes.
Webs to wings.
Then it ends, each foot one step forward.

Suspense at every touch.
Assured yet uncertained.
The atmosphere boils intense, a kiss of summer's heat
Quenched with affections that would suffice.
Bitter to sweet.
Then it ends, a forbidden desire.

Colours mixed in awe and beauty,
True yet deceptive.
Autumn exposed, signs to ravishing death
Drawing near to a closing end.
Suspicion to trust.
Then in starts, a wish to grant this endless starry night.

-we stand like chess pieces, black and white. Checkmate.

2008-08-11T21:04:00.002+08:00

while i had my dinner today.
something came across my mind.
i dont usually have thoughts about these certain topics.
but tonight it just went in as i ate my noodles.

the first subject was on marriage.
yes marriage.
you dont often hear me talking about this unless i'm discussing about it.
well i dont plan to wed.
as in i dont think i'll ever wed.
sure it would be nice to have someone around to settle down with.
and i do have my fair share of crushes & infactuations.
i know of friends who already know ther ideal kind of men.
whereas i laugh at everything under the sun when a guy jokes, and usually most things do please me.
i dont exactly look at looks, talent, capability, fianancial, and its not like they have to have the 5Cs as well.
stuff like that aren't exactly important.
i think as long as the guy is carefree and simple-going, upright and humble and of course, faithful and he loves me for me at all times regardless whether good, bad or boring.
that's all that matters, i think?
then again when i think of it.
MARRIAGE it isn't really a MAJOR BIG ISSUE or THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
perhaps its just me but marriage doesnt seem much of a huge deal.
OF COURSE IT IS DEFINATELY AN IMPORTANT DECISION MADE WHEN IT COMES TO MATRIMONY.
and even if i do settle down one day.
i think what matters most is that being able to adapt and well be less self-centered and patient and more accepting with each other.
sometimes we are so blinded by bliss that we forget that things can take a turn.
and i think even before the guy even proposes to me.
he ought to talk about plans after marriage first.
at least it boils down to something agreeable and rational.
at least it wouldn't be a joke.

the next issue came into mind, children.
if i do marry, perhaps 3 kids?
hahaha i dont know.
if i dont marry, and if i have the fianancial capability to do so, i'll probably adopt a girl.
dont get me wrong its not like i dont want a boy.
I STILL THINK BABY BOYS ARE ADORABLE ONLY UNTIL THE AGE OF LIKE PROBABLY SIX.
but i think it's easier to relate to the same gender and besides i get to dress her up! (:
hahahahaha.
strange though.
never liked barbie when i was young, and now i wanna dress a child up.
so yea.
that's probably what i would do.
besides it's still a long way to all this future stuff for me.
GUESS I JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE? (:

2008-08-08T21:29:00.003+08:00

SUSPENSE.

ELYSIUM is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.

What fortitude the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!

-Emily Dikinson.

2008-08-02T15:08:00.002+08:00

I sit by the moon, cool, there and then.
the night whispering till the clock strikes ten.
trees stand still like patient men.
picture perfect, flawless by beauty that is stregthen.

warmth of the sun, full of wonder.
beach time is fun, you'd jump at booming thunder.
scorched, heat glaring down our backs hiss,
the summer, counting every single kiss.

the hot and cold,
what tales would be told?
between these two opposites, memories shall lay.
of a friendship that lasts every single day.

when life, the winding path bend,
there will always be a helping hand to lend.
its been a pleasure to be your friend.
and may such bliss never end.

2008-07-23T23:09:00.004+08:00

two clouds, above the beauty below.
we sit. we gaze.
as the starlights twinkle above.
we laugh. we cry.
cupid's angels is what they call us.
we smile. we dream.

as bright flowers bloom in the sky,
the ferris wheel spins.
our eyes fixed on love's victims.
realising what suckers we are,
trapped in a fool's paradise.

just us two.
me and you.
forever, a pair we shall be.
forever, that heart belongs to thee.
sadly, this would all be imaginary.

place your burdens upon me,
and i'll show you a sky bursting into wonders.
place your burdens upon me,
and i'll stregthen you to run on both feet.
place your burdens upon me,
never will i let you fall alone.
place your burdens upon me,
never will i neglect a single beat from your heart.

place your burdens upon me,
because we were always friends from the start.

2008-07-20T21:47:00.002+08:00

hi people.
got some bad news here.
SHUTTING DOWN MY BLOG FOR SOME TIME.
due to work and stress and lack of sleep.
i've got no time to write.
BUT i will write whenever i can.
i'll do my BEST.
PROMISE!
GOMENASAI!
i love you all!
vickytoria.

2008-07-12T08:39:00.003+08:00

Bonjour mes chéris.
Je suis dans l'humeur française aujourd'hui.

I will continue my tale.
The girl who runs finding home, now finding truth.
With a life full of adventure, travelling across the continents.
Having a hope to see her loved ones again.
Losing Syril, finding Thanalia.
Her beginning has passed.
Here is where I shall continue my tale.
Is a new series called,
Belying Truths. (Contredisant des Vérités.)

So be sure to look out for it!
Will do my best to do part 1 as soon as possible.
I've started drawing once more as well.
So'm trying to split my time for writing, art and studies.
SO PLEASE BE VERY VERY PATIENT WITH ME.
I KNOW YOU PEOPLE ARE WONDERING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
BUT YOU'VE GOT TO WAIT.
hahahahaha.
i feel so evil now. :P
and Portholes: Blood & Blood 2 are finally out.
be sure to read all about it at www.monkeytuba.blogspot.com
it links to the story. (:

anyway that's all for now!
OH I'VE GOT A SEXY BURN ON MY BACK.
dont know if its still there.
but oh wells!?

je t'aime.
au revoir.

2008-07-06T17:22:00.002+08:00

hello people.
it's been some time since i've blogged.
parents locked up the com.
so dont really have much chance to blog.

hmm okay i had my chinese orals on wednesday.
IT WAS DISASTROUS.
well at least I thought it was.
might still pass.
hahahahaha.
passage was alright.
it was about how the younger generation should take care of the older ones.
AND I THOUGHT TOPIC FOR PASSAGE AND CONVERSATION ARE LINKED!
but they weren't.
and I was fully prepared for the passage topic in terms of conversation.
so when conversation came it was about inflation.
I ALMOST DIED.
one of the examiners spoke A VERY VERY VERY LONG SENTENCE.
and I almost got the topic wrong!
WAS SO SCARED.
I ALMOST WANTED TO MAKE HER REPEAT THE WHOLE THING AGAIN.
and she asked me what are the daily things that are increasing in prices?
I kept saying water and electricity.
and she said other than that?
I told her rice and oil.
and she asked me again if there was anymore?
THEN IN MY MIND I WAS LIKE HOW MANY THINGS ARE REALLY GOING UP LIKE MAD IN PRICING MAN???
the next question she asked was how I could help to make good use of these resources.
and one of my reply was...
TO SAVE RICE, I CAN MAKE SURE THAT I EAT EVERYTHING, EVERY SINGLE GRAIN FROM MY PLATE, SO THAT I WONT WASTE FOOD.
and it was OVER.
as I walked out, my mind was like going: "GOOD JOB, VICTORIA. YOU TOTALLY ROCK AT SCREWING UP YOUR O LEVEL CHINESE ORALS."

oh wells that was one interesting thing that happened for my week.

YAY!!!
no school tomorrow!
will be going out with jos and leroy to vivo!
hahahaha gonna watch hancock and then study.
been some time since I had any fun.

church was GREAT.
sermon and worship was really fantastic..
pastor reuben preached.
had lunch with the cell this week.
PANGSEH ALOT OF PEOPLE WHO EXPECTED ME TO JOIN LUNCH WITH THEM.
OOOOPPPPPS! :P
attempted to do history.
not too bad.
manage to write something at least.
like almost 1 page.
HAHAHA!
had fun laughing at the "LORONG AH SOO GANG".
played with my wife, DWIGHT CHEW. (sounds wrong I know)
interesting.
took bus 81 with jowell.
had to go to pasir ris.
family dinner on mum's side tonight.
I MISS CHURCH ALREADY! >.< no youth service next week! sighs. will be celebrating 76th birthday of the church! WHOOOO HOOO! cant wait man. and I feel like playing bridge now. SHALL GO TO VIWAWA.
and I can change phone next monday!!!
FINALLY!
hahahhaha!
now no one can call my phone JUNK.
NO ONE!
(:

GAH AFTER O LEVELS.
SOMEONE PLEASE DATE ME OUT TO PLAY POOL!
GETTING RUSTY!
HEE HEE!
that's all for now!

i know you love me!
buhbye! (:

2008-07-02T23:15:00.002+08:00

sit still and count to ten,
before disappearing once again.
stay brave and strong,
in all things that should go wrong.
inspire lives and change hearts,
as all would wish to be a part.

-these changes we overcome strongly with might.

2008-06-30T15:39:00.005+08:00

"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and yet natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, perserved. It is a kind of magic." - Margaret Lea, The Thriteenth Tale written by Diane Setterfield

I found this quote rather amazing. It just stood out as I read the book. To see the impact of written words, like the way this paragraph had caught my attention, and how it involves readers to grasp and empathise with every individual story read before.

Authors and writers of all sorts are truly one of the most influential and admirable people here in this world. They are able to teach us values, build up an interest for reading and inspire their readers through words. They weave their masterpiece into a written art, cleverly slipping in prompts for us, the reader. With one single piece of literature, allows us readers to have different views. Each different one appealing to every reader's imagination. Many interpretations and ideas can be unpacked from perhaps only a single word to hint.

Some things might seem simple on the surface when we read. However, to understand and seize onto the significance of written art, it takes a great deal of reading the book over again with depth and clarity.

People these days get hooked on technology frequently. We all wait in anitcipation for the release of lastest gadgets and gizmos that makes our lives a whole lot more convienient. Don't get me wrong now, I'm certainly not prompting that it is a sort of threat to our lives. In fact, I am most definitely glad to have globalisation here on earth or else I wouldn't even be voicing out on my blog right now.

Sooner or later as the years goes by, civilisation will be speaking numbers and the codes of Information Technology (IT) itself. The earth will be populated with "walking computers" travelling around with fast and furious modes of transport. Written art such as books and its people would eventually die out as the world would be moving so rapidly from continent to continent. "Who needs books? It's all about the latest now, not the oldest." says the future.
The magic that we encounter from books will vanish along with the voice of its writers.

It would be a pity wouldn't it? People with the flair for language in both speech and language replaced by gadgets, by lifeless objects.

This new generation inspired by technology and driven by efficiency and convienience instead of truly understanding as well as letting themselves be inspired by words that maybe sentimental to the heart, is coming our way. In my opinion, we ought to learn to have a balance in appreciating both technology and written art, appreciating these two forms of pleasure that are clearly distinct.

2008-06-29T17:13:00.002+08:00

Identity.

Jovial, full of fun
like a drop of sun. From spring to
summer, a real life wonder. Spirits high
up above, glowing brightly,
as roses burst into full bloom. She soars
vibrantly embracing the rainbows.
With eyes of passion and her
million dollar smile, the many
around turn, breath taken : "Wow"

Torn apart
in a raging war. Slipping back in,
agile, like a feline. Afraid, with head
lowered in fear. She creeps into insolation,
never facing the music.
She is still water running deep. Alone,
sitting on the fence. Others question
what might be wrong. She sits silently
there having tea, sip by sip.

A thousand forms
she takes, a thousand forms
she makes. Placing herself into
a new pair of shoes each time. Right
at the mirror, reflecting the
unexplainable. Heart like glass, fragile
yet strong enough to remain whole. Far from
the world, like book ends apart. She stands
searching for the light in her.

2008-06-27T18:55:00.015+08:00

A List Of What I Aspire To Be In The Future:

1. World-wide Fashion Journalist.
2. Radio Broadcaster.
3. Fashion Magazine Editior/Organiser.
4. Author. (maybe? it's tiring though.)
5. Fashion Designer.
6. Interior Designer.
7. Hotel Receptionist. (Very Doubtful.)
8. Singer. (IF I EVER MAKE IT BIG. HAHA. PROBABLY NOT.)
9. Travel Tour Guide. (Might Love It?)
10. Teacher. (WAIT TILL I'M NOT SICK OF SCHOOL.)

A Lish Of What I Desire To Do & Achieve:

1. Get A2 for O Levels in English and L1R4 = 13 (maximum), entering mass comms in temasek or ngee ann polytechnic.
2. Quit biting my nails.
3. Enter a university in Britain majoring in journalism. (if I study design then this won't happen.)
4. Get a job which allows me to travel.
5. Travel around the world by the age of forty-five.
6. Be able to afford designer apparels, shoes, clutches from Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Ralph Lauren, etc. and own a huge wardrobe filled with them.
7. Go for mission trips.
8. Go to France and watch the Petits Chaunters of Saint Marc Choir perform.
9. Get married? (DOUBT IT.)
10. Live in Japan and learn japanese. (NOT SURE.)
11. Being able to raise my little brother instead of letting him be put into a home when my parents can no longer look after him. (I'll have to sacrifice alot of things for this, but it's something i'm willing to go through, even if i'm all on my own.)

Thank you Amanda, for helping me to pull through my difficulties. I love you, girl. (:

2008-06-27T18:55:00.010+08:00

I feel terrible tonight.
I REALLY REALLY FEEL TERRIBLE TONIGHT.
I'm afraid.
For once, i'm afraid.
I dont want to go through this alone yet I have to.
God, please send someone to take away my pain and fear please.
SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME.
PLEASE. HELP.

feeling: laden & lost.

2008-06-27T18:55:00.005+08:00

HELLO PEOPLE.
JOWELL REQUESTED ME TO BLOG ABOUT HIM.
JUST SO YOU KNOW.

5 THINGS ABOUT HIM:

1. HE LOVES CHEESY LAME PICK UP LINES.
2. HE LISTENS TO NOISE NOT MUSIC. (that's what i think anyway.)
3. HE A COKE ADDICT.
4. HE IS 20 AND IS AVAILABLE. (:
5. HE IS YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD "SEXY" GUY.

PLEASE LEAVE A TAG HERE IF YOU WISH TO DATE HIM, I'LL RELAY YOUR TAG TO HIM & GET BACK TO YOU ON THAT DATE. GAYS ARE ACCEPTED. (after all this is a screwed up ad.) THANK YOU. (:

JOWELL YOU OWE ME 5 BUCKS FOR THIS ADVERTISEMENT.

SIGNING OFF,
you know you love me.
vickytoria (:

2008-06-26T17:28:00.005+08:00

where rainbows end.

sometimes we chase after things hour by hour, day by day.
running down a rainbow hoping to find our desires.
as its colours captivate us in all ways possible.
every colour, a new phase, a new hope.
we run with persistence for what we believe in.
rainbows are our opportunities and chances.
with spirits high and passion aiming to grasp the treasure at the end.
however, rainbows do fade.
back at the start once more, losing what we had hoped.
time and time again we try, we struggle.
hoping to gain it.
disppointed.
we fall from thin air, head first, failing to grasp what we seek.
entering us, pain, grief, torment, temptations, troubles.
we sit down and have a cup to tea.
and wait clamly, sipping our cups, for that next rainbow.

Dear Lord,
please give me the perserverance to face each day,
with guidance to withstand my temptations.
with courage to overcome this battle in me.
to search for certain answers only when I am ready.
give me the faith and wisdom to show me your plans for my path.
as I steadfastly abide in your strength to pull through.
place yourself in my heart once more.
show me the light to this world, let me be that light.
thank you with all my love.
Amen.

2008-06-26T17:28:00.003+08:00

this is what I tell myself everyday. (:
i know you love me.

-//*take my hand never let me go*//-

Best Foot Forward.

-//take my hand never let me go//-