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Sunday, October 31, 2010 . 10/31/2010 11:19:00 PM

"Based on a Psychological Study, CRUSH only lasts for a minimum of 4 months. If it exceeds, you are already in love."


From: http://bit.ly/bT7hZc


Saturday, October 30, 2010 . 10/30/2010 11:03:00 PM

In the world of fiction, people are really good. They are kind and have the greatest hearts. They have conscience, for when they have wronged, guilt is felt and is redeemed.

In the real world, just how many have those?

In my world, I've seen the worst. Maybe not yet the worst I'll ever see, but till now, yes, the worst.

From my eyes, I've seen people who have no qualms in using people for their own benefits, and then throwing them away. I've seen people who torture others and enjoy doing just that. I've seen people who are blinded by money, they turned their backs to their loved ones. I've seen people who are so full of pride, they have absolute refusal to believe or accept anything from anyone else other than their own.

There's more, but if I continue, I'll probably make myself too worked up to actually fall asleep later.

Everyone has faults. And I'll admit, I'm not an angel. But these are the extremes, and the numbers seem on the rise. I'll expect people to live without morals in the future. Guilt is nothing but a pain from an ant bite that'll go away in a second.

People just are degrading faster than rubbish.

Monday, October 25, 2010 . 10/25/2010 11:56:00 PM

I hate that I get very emotional when I see certain stuff, hear certain stuff, talk about certain stuff.

I hate that I get so choked up, teared up, fired up, tensed up.

I hate that these things can never get out of my head and heart.



I hate my very much roller-coaster of emotions.

Sunday, October 24, 2010 . 10/24/2010 12:12:00 AM

There are many love story clichés in this world. 

- Guy and girl meets in the street, coincidentally meets again, and voilà!

- Guy and girl have known each other since FOREVER, but they're just stupid to see THAT FACT, or one of them is that blind, or the girl thought the guy was gay. 

- Guy and girl are rivals who hate each other in some way or another, but something happens, and there you go. 

- Guy or girl is in love with a friend's brother/sister/cousin/other friend/girlfriend/boyfriend/classmate/and so on. And you know the drill. 

- Guy or girl breaks up with his/her boyfriend/girlfriend and decides to make the latter jealous by- what else? - girl or guy in question. Chaos usually ensues. 

- Guy and girl are each other's exes who are coincidentally put together. Occasional other girl or guy appears, but it always ends up with guy and girl making out with each other. 

- Guy or girl is in love with girl or guy with an 'unattainable' profile. This will have two outcomes.


(1) Guy or girl gets girl or guy with 'unattainable' status
(2) Guy or girl realizes there's someone else for them and totally forgets about their previous impossible, and thus unattainable, crush 

- Guy and girl are forced/ordered/assigned to work on something together. And then you know what happens.

- Guy or girl helped/saved girl or guy, sparks fly, and here we go again.

- Guy or girl is assigned/is the assignment of girl or guy, events occur, and it leads to one or both of them running to each other's arms. 

- There's always the harem too. Guy or girl has too many girls or guys to choose from. Eventually, one emerges as the champion.


I'm sure there's still more clichés out there that didn't cross my mind, but these are the ones that happen frequently in my extensive collective views of different media of arts (novels, movies, dramas, manga, anime, song, etc.)

How about this in real life?

Guy or girl interacts with, and eventually dates, girl or guy to forget a previous girl or guy who rejected by/break-up with/is unattainable to the guy or girl. 

The ending? 

1) Not great.

2) Ditto.

3) Questionable.

Saturday, October 23, 2010 . 10/23/2010 09:32:00 PM

AKB48 is coming!!


THE AKB48 IS COMING TO SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!


THE TRIP TO AFAX IS MANDATORY NOW!! I NEED COMPANY!!

I'LL PAY FOR THE TICKET!!


Well, here's a pic for some guilty bikini pleasures!


Thursday, October 21, 2010 . 10/21/2010 09:27:00 PM

I miss my blog. I know I haven't written properly in ages, so I apologize. These days have been very busy days, but that's no excuse. Ohwells~ 

I'm sorry.


I've been thinking really hard about what to write, since I don't have much of a topic to divulge in recently. The anime season is kinda crap in recent years, manga hasn't been updated by scanlators or are licensed, and books are just full of the vampire/werewolf crap. And let's not dwell on what's on local TV. 

And because this blog is so public, I don't think I can write about certain people. 

School-wise, other than my project, it's still the first week of school, so there's nothing much to talk about. 

The amazing thing is, I'm actually at my table doing work! Seriously! The day after the practical, and I've finished my questions. Usually, it'll have to wait until the day before the submission! 


Ohwell~

When something interesting happens, I'll be sure to write a better entry than this. 

I'll admit, that feeling of jealousy is not a good feeling. It's torturous.

Really, I'm not a very important person. I'm not really needed. I suck. I know. 



Go on. I'll try not to care. Since nobody cares. 

Monday, October 18, 2010 . 10/18/2010 06:28:00 PM

Gosh!

I can't believe I survived school today while in pain. My stomach and eyes haven't seen their best days recently, and is set to continue their onslaught on me. It doesn't help that my mood was actually rather foul, but I did held them back since it's the first day of school. I'm not about to be rude and angry on the first day of my LAST semester.

Been acting the whole day. Not that I want to, but it's the instinct that's controlling me. I thank God I didn't break my facade today. And once I reached home, it's cool shower for me. And it looks like it's gonna pour anytime soon. Means it's gonna be a cool night tonight.

I'm gonna get the best sleep in days. 

Sunday, October 17, 2010 . 10/17/2010 05:04:00 PM

Just talked to a girl friend of mine and got some advice. 

She said I may not be 'obvious', while he's the one giving all the hints. 

Maybe I've noticed that. I'll apologize, because I've always been rather subdue with my actions and words. 

And maybe I'll just declare here, like I probably did many times, although it'll still probably be left unseen by the main person.


I like you. Really really like you. Really really REALLY like you. 

I like you as my friend. But I don't just like you as a friend, if you get what I mean. I like you not in a friendly way, if you get what I mean again.

There. I've said it. Let me go hide out for a while. 


Thursday, October 14, 2010 . 10/14/2010 02:39:00 AM

I'm having a flu so bad, it's rendering me unable to sleep. It's not just flu; there's an additional ailment of diarrhoea, that hasn't come to pass yet since it decided to visit me last week.

My eyes really hurt, although they haven't reach the stage of puffiness. Yet. They are also the reason I can't fall asleep. It hurts. And I'm tearing. Tearing so badly, I'd have enough tears for a drama scene that requires a crying scene. 

The tearing adds more fluid to my already busy athlete of a nose. It's actually not too bad, since it's not stuff-up, but there's still a mini-waterfall in there. Doesn't help that the tissue supply in my room has run out, and I kinda have no wish (aka no guts) to walk through the extremely dark living room and into the ultra dark storeroom and tiptoe to attempt to reach the top of the shelf for the tissue boxes. I'll leave that job to one of my bros tomorrow morning thank you very much.

Now, can anyone offer me a sleep remedy? I haven't gotten much sleep since last week. And with semester starting next week, I REALLY have to get to bed earlier, and it's not working, since I usually lie awake for HOURS before I wander into the oblivion of the dreamland. 

Sunday, October 10, 2010 . 10/10/2010 03:47:00 AM

There's a reason why I don't like him.

Even though it's none of my business. It really isn't my business. It shouldn't be my business.

The thing is... he reminds me of someone. Someone who had hurt me. Still does. 

His mannerisms are showing like a blooming titan arum. 

Sooner or later, he's not gonna care. Like what that hated person really does. 


But, like I said, it's none of my business.


I care though. 

Friday, October 8, 2010 . 10/08/2010 09:08:00 PM

A simple word like "Hello" from you means a lot to me. 

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Good Place
David Archuleta



I don't know what I'm doing here
How I landed in this space
But it's a good place

And I don't wanna mess it up
Make mistakes or say too much
'Cause it's a good place

You find it
You hold it
You feel its grace

These are words I wanna say
Every hour of every day
These are words that say how good it feels
To be here with you today
I hope it's not too late (I hope it's not too late)
I hope it's not too late

I've been silent up to now
I've been going with the flow
Wherever that goes

But something's screaming down inside
Makes me want to close my eyes
And hear the echo

You find it
You know it
Don't make it wait

These are words I wanna say
Every hour of every day
These are words that say how good it feels
To be here with you today
I hope it's not too late

'Cause I don't wanna waste another summer
I don't wanna wait until I fall
I could be a memory tomorrow
I could be nothing at all

I don't know what I'm doing here
How I landed in this space
But it's a good place

These are words I wanna say
Every hour of every day
These are words that say how good it feels
To be here with you today
I hope it's not too late

Oh, yeah
I hope it's not too late

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Thursday, October 7, 2010 . 10/07/2010 01:58:00 AM

Love of My Life
Darla Day

Featuring Chad Day



I love you, the love of my life
I need you, our love is right
I've found the one that my soul loves
No other love means so much

I prayed to my God for a heart to keep
He gave me the one, He knew my needs
Over and over this love is sweet
I recognize the joy that makes our love complete
God gave you to me

You're the one I prayed for long ago
Fearless trust I never thought I'd know
I've found the answer to my dreams
My eyes were opened to love's mystery

I prayed to my God for a heart to keep
He gave me the one, He knew my needs
Over and over this love is sweet
I recognize the joy that makes our love complete
God gave you to me

The love of my life...

I love you, the love of my life
I need you, our love is right
I've found the one that my soul loves
No other heart gives so much
God gave you to me

You're the one I love
You are the love of my life

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Okay. I haven't been a very committed writer this holiday. Usually, my writer-mode would have spurred 5 chapters by now, but nothing has been coming out these few weeks. 

It doesn't help that I'm worrying about certain school work. And it doesn't help that I'm also occupied with certain stuff. But my head is still occupied by the story that's been been bubbling, but isn't ready to surface into words. I've got the rough scenes in my mind, just haven't planned out the sequences and plot lines.

And this holiday suck for another reason. I'm constantly sick. There hasn't been a day that I haven't had a headache, runny nose, sneezes, really bad tummy-aches and diarrhoea and sore throats. Just last night, I had to down two pills of Panadol, because I had a HUGE HAMMERING headache that refuses to go away, which hampered my ability to sleep, which made it more miserable when I didn't have a single wink of sleep the night before. And I downed two little round pills, even though I HATE it very much, after that one period of illness when I had to take EIGHT tablets of paracetamol DAILY for ONE ENTIRE WEEK. Do the math. And you'll know why I'm adamant at staying away from anymore paracetamol unless I have no choice or am extremely desperate. 

Oh yeah... and I woke up feeling like Atlas, the weight of the sky pressuring down on me. Or like I said to someone else, having been run over by a truck. And despite that last sentence, I have no wish for that to befall on me. 

Okay. I better hit sack, or I'll have that feeling all over again tomorrow morning. 

Bonum nox!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010 . 10/05/2010 10:20:00 PM

I'm not jealous.

I'm obviously lying.

I'm totally jealous.

I'm sorry, but I can't help it.

And I can't do anything about it.

'Cause he can do whatever he wants with his life.
Mama's Song
Carrie Underwood


Mama, you taught me to do the right things.
So now you have to let your baby fly.
You've given me everything that I will need.
To make it through this crazy thing called life.
And I know you watched me grow up,
and only want what's best for me.
And I think I found the answer to your prayers.

And he is good, so good.
He treats your little girl,
Like a real man should.
He is good, so good.
He makes promises he keeps.
No, he's never gonna leave.
So, don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.

Mama, there's no way you'll ever lose me.
Giving me away is not goodbye.
As you watch me walk down to my future,
I hope tears of joy are in your eyes.

'Cause he is good, so good.
And he treats your little girl,
Like a real man should.
He is good, so good.
He makes promises he keeps.
No, he's never gonna leave.
So, don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.

And when I watch my baby grow up,
I'll only want what's best for her.
And I hope she'll find,
the answer to my prayers.
And that she'll say...

He is good, so good.
And he treats your little girl,
Like a real man should.
He is good, so good.
He makes promises he keeps.
No, he's never gonna leave.
So, don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.

Mama, don't you worry about me.
Don't you worry about me.

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Monday, October 4, 2010 . 10/04/2010 02:33:00 PM

Results. 

What are they?

To prove how smart you are?

To prove how good are you academically?

Or, on the contrary, to prove how stupid you are?


To someone who used to cry at the sight of every Band 2 in her primary school report book, ... I'm not sure how to explain this scenario right now. 

I'm not feeling good about my recent results. Who will, when looking at it? 

But the thing is, I know I'm not good. I know I'm not interested. And I know I'm just not intelligent enough to get all these stuff. 

It's suffocating to get myself surrounded by people who are geniuses. It's overwhelming. It's depressing. 


Time passed.

You get used to it. Numbness is what lives in you.

Nothing surprises you anymore. Nothing makes you happy or sad.

It's all nothing to you. A void.


 

Friday, October 1, 2010 . 10/01/2010 02:33:00 AM

"I want to know how you feel. I'm scared to hear your answer but, I need to know."

-2046 (2004)

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