Sunday, July 27, 2008
his curiosity
his search
his quest
his answers
his victory
he;s an inspiration.
in the end,
you choose
you choose,
you choose.
choose wisely.
its not nice when you just ignore what someone else is talking about totally.
oh and i mean, its worse when you ask someone else a question/explaination and then you don't listen to their response.;
but its ok~, now i know that i won;t invest my time like that by repeating myself.
sorry, its Waste my time.
This week, is going to be good,
that, is the spirit.
his search
his quest
his answers
his victory
he;s an inspiration.
in the end,
you choose
you choose,
you choose.
choose wisely.
its not nice when you just ignore what someone else is talking about totally.
oh and i mean, its worse when you ask someone else a question/explaination and then you don't listen to their response.;
but its ok~, now i know that i won;t invest my time like that by repeating myself.
sorry, its Waste my time.
This week, is going to be good,
that, is the spirit.
what we could have been, 7:55 AM.
Friday, July 25, 2008
As if the world does not have enough problems on its own .
Like Societies do not have enough problems on its own,
Like individuals do not have their own things to deal with
ok so i am going to paint many different pictures here
like great artists, sometimes you don;t even know what the significant of the picture is,
sometimes its strange how a picture with just a stroke of a brush with thick layers of paint can fetch you so much money and , oh , the title of a great artist
of course, mine would be just lame, i try to make mine look complicated right, yeah, sorry if i screwed up the bottom of the painting , i decided to draw randomly after a while cos i just realized that everything seems to be so incomplete. yeah, horrible, after i finished painting the raindrops, i realised that i couldn;t draw a the woman holding the umbrella.
haha, i really do not know if i actually have a perpetual problem.
huge contradiction to the stupid blog link of mine
Hate it. i don;t really know whattttttt i feel
somehow everything that comes out of my mouth doesn;t seem to be what i really feel or think about something, i get the feeling that i keep criticizing about something even though i don;t think about the thing that way. perhaps i am just trying to be someone with an "opinion"
the things i once loved, or were once so passionate about seems to be passing away.
i no longer do the things i love/loved ardently.
People are right, everything can pass away, all except for one thing.
That, they are right. But to me, it felt like it like i was just waiting for it to really come alive.
To think of it now, i don;t even know if i really did the things i "loved". am i really being what i really am ? am i just blindly following or what? do we do things cos we really want to do it ? do we do what we want out of respect? duty ? fear? love? Hope? or is it just some image we want to portray to others? do we do good deeds cos we really want to do it or is it just that we believe in karma or what goes around comes around ? do we really care cos love overflows in our hearts and we want to make love not war, no wait sorry, i don;t mean we, its I, me myself.
am i being something i just thought was good? interesting? does my passion run through my veins or actually burn in my heart?
do what i believe in just come from what others thought was GOOD and acceptable? am i not being what others were? yeah , i;m being her her her her and her . yeah , actually i am being all of her. her.
so superficial, so ostentatious,i feel like play dough, just shaped to be whatever and then left on the table cos there are things called blue tack clay, plasticine and oh whatever thats really awesome too. a metal thats malleable but strangely sturdy .A not so ideal ideal gas,that occupies whatever, susceptible to pressure,Heat, cold, people and all things emotional. Like a machine, a product of everyone, unconscious of what i really am made for. Like a dandelion which spreads its seeds with cotton like structure floating around and directed by the winds, but just that i am just a different type, the one aimlessly wondering about. Things seem to be passing away, i don;t feel like i am being, i don;t feel present, not experiencing anything real,,, simply just seeing life pass me by like a bullet train.
you could love yourself, i don;t really know how to
you could appreciate yourself, i don;t really know how to either.
oh launch me into a field of flowers
i;m lost and disengaged, i;m twice unoriginal, i'm thrice lonelier than ever and four times more vulgar than ever. Every one is engaged in something, a piece of a puzzle, some part, somewhere, forming a complete picture. Or perhaps, just joined with other pieces alike, a picture of the character right in the middle of the picture.
Could i even call myself a puzzle piece? jagged edges with my true blue colour smudged and partially decolourised, .Once Belonging to a part of the sky in a puzzle thats often fixed the last, the hardest, the most troublesome as every piece looks almost the same. Having to be replaced by a better remade piece that looks exactly the same , but with an edge.
i;m not thinking too much,
i;m not creating such things,
do you think that one loves to create such sad truths on their own?
when something around you is happening, you;ve got to be sensitive. its not an imagination , especially if its happening for real.
my appetite is strangely bad and my ulcers scream bloody murder when i speak or eat
deciding to finally eat some real food after 9 days, asses come up to me saying that i SHOULD BE losing weight instead of eating. wth
nice people actually telling me to eat properly.
Late hours,alone in school
chatty giggly gossipmongers and fleeing people
pouring over books, perplexed and feeling like a granny
no one to help .
frickin pests feeding on the AB Bloodtype that flows in my body.
fattening biscuits and free milo.
urgent calls from nature i refuse to answer cos its too dark and freaky.
oh my got, i am actually not thinking as positively as i do.
oh my got, and i actually stopped listening to the mp3 for days?
yup. thank really for ignoring me when i;m sitting in front of you.
and oh crap, i forgot, thanks for dismissing my words as nonsense.
oh and thanks really, for wasting everyone;s time .
oh and thanks REALLY for totally brushing me off after you didn;t need my help.
complaining about so many things right
i didn;t even know i think about such things
i don;t know how lost i am lost
don;t ask me for directions
even though the myth says that one shouldnt ask women for directions, one shouldnt fear to ask directions from women . give a man a map and he can locate the place for you, ask a woman and the woman will tell you how you should walk ahead till you see the coffee house and turn.. up. . .. . down... sushi bar. .. . . . .and you;ll reach there.
ok , i i i i i i i
you you you youyouy
mememememe
myself myself myself
yououyouyouy
i i i i ii
memememememe
my own
keep talking about my own feelings right?
yeah i;m so selfish.
sorry if u wasted your time,
sorry if you don;t understand
and oh, don;t worry, i;m not complaining about my friends, they are great people.
perhaps i shouldn;t expect too much,
can avoid so much disappoint this way.
i just really want to be somebody, some one
i really WANT to BE. Be. be.
왜공부하지안하니? ? ?
yeah, i think its really time to study now.
much typing has rid the dust accumulated on my keyboard over the weeks.
please, could you just remind me to stfu
Like Societies do not have enough problems on its own,
Like individuals do not have their own things to deal with
ok so i am going to paint many different pictures here
like great artists, sometimes you don;t even know what the significant of the picture is,
sometimes its strange how a picture with just a stroke of a brush with thick layers of paint can fetch you so much money and , oh , the title of a great artist
of course, mine would be just lame, i try to make mine look complicated right, yeah, sorry if i screwed up the bottom of the painting , i decided to draw randomly after a while cos i just realized that everything seems to be so incomplete. yeah, horrible, after i finished painting the raindrops, i realised that i couldn;t draw a the woman holding the umbrella.
haha, i really do not know if i actually have a perpetual problem.
huge contradiction to the stupid blog link of mine
Hate it. i don;t really know whattttttt i feel
somehow everything that comes out of my mouth doesn;t seem to be what i really feel or think about something, i get the feeling that i keep criticizing about something even though i don;t think about the thing that way. perhaps i am just trying to be someone with an "opinion"
the things i once loved, or were once so passionate about seems to be passing away.
i no longer do the things i love/loved ardently.
People are right, everything can pass away, all except for one thing.
That, they are right. But to me, it felt like it like i was just waiting for it to really come alive.
To think of it now, i don;t even know if i really did the things i "loved". am i really being what i really am ? am i just blindly following or what? do we do things cos we really want to do it ? do we do what we want out of respect? duty ? fear? love? Hope? or is it just some image we want to portray to others? do we do good deeds cos we really want to do it or is it just that we believe in karma or what goes around comes around ? do we really care cos love overflows in our hearts and we want to make love not war, no wait sorry, i don;t mean we, its I, me myself.
am i being something i just thought was good? interesting? does my passion run through my veins or actually burn in my heart?
do what i believe in just come from what others thought was GOOD and acceptable? am i not being what others were? yeah , i;m being her her her her and her . yeah , actually i am being all of her. her.
so superficial, so ostentatious,i feel like play dough, just shaped to be whatever and then left on the table cos there are things called blue tack clay, plasticine and oh whatever thats really awesome too. a metal thats malleable but strangely sturdy .A not so ideal ideal gas,that occupies whatever, susceptible to pressure,Heat, cold, people and all things emotional. Like a machine, a product of everyone, unconscious of what i really am made for. Like a dandelion which spreads its seeds with cotton like structure floating around and directed by the winds, but just that i am just a different type, the one aimlessly wondering about. Things seem to be passing away, i don;t feel like i am being, i don;t feel present, not experiencing anything real,,, simply just seeing life pass me by like a bullet train.
you could love yourself, i don;t really know how to
you could appreciate yourself, i don;t really know how to either.
oh launch me into a field of flowers
i;m lost and disengaged, i;m twice unoriginal, i'm thrice lonelier than ever and four times more vulgar than ever. Every one is engaged in something, a piece of a puzzle, some part, somewhere, forming a complete picture. Or perhaps, just joined with other pieces alike, a picture of the character right in the middle of the picture.
Could i even call myself a puzzle piece? jagged edges with my true blue colour smudged and partially decolourised, .Once Belonging to a part of the sky in a puzzle thats often fixed the last, the hardest, the most troublesome as every piece looks almost the same. Having to be replaced by a better remade piece that looks exactly the same , but with an edge.
i;m not thinking too much,
i;m not creating such things,
do you think that one loves to create such sad truths on their own?
when something around you is happening, you;ve got to be sensitive. its not an imagination , especially if its happening for real.
my appetite is strangely bad and my ulcers scream bloody murder when i speak or eat
deciding to finally eat some real food after 9 days, asses come up to me saying that i SHOULD BE losing weight instead of eating. wth
nice people actually telling me to eat properly.
Late hours,alone in school
chatty giggly gossipmongers and fleeing people
pouring over books, perplexed and feeling like a granny
no one to help .
frickin pests feeding on the AB Bloodtype that flows in my body.
fattening biscuits and free milo.
urgent calls from nature i refuse to answer cos its too dark and freaky.
oh my got, i am actually not thinking as positively as i do.
oh my got, and i actually stopped listening to the mp3 for days?
yup. thank really for ignoring me when i;m sitting in front of you.
and oh crap, i forgot, thanks for dismissing my words as nonsense.
oh and thanks really, for wasting everyone;s time .
oh and thanks REALLY for totally brushing me off after you didn;t need my help.
complaining about so many things right
i didn;t even know i think about such things
i don;t know how lost i am lost
don;t ask me for directions
even though the myth says that one shouldnt ask women for directions, one shouldnt fear to ask directions from women . give a man a map and he can locate the place for you, ask a woman and the woman will tell you how you should walk ahead till you see the coffee house and turn.. up. . .. . down... sushi bar. .. . . . .and you;ll reach there.
ok , i i i i i i i
you you you youyouy
mememememe
myself myself myself
yououyouyouy
i i i i ii
memememememe
my own
keep talking about my own feelings right?
yeah i;m so selfish.
sorry if u wasted your time,
sorry if you don;t understand
and oh, don;t worry, i;m not complaining about my friends, they are great people.
perhaps i shouldn;t expect too much,
can avoid so much disappoint this way.
i just really want to be somebody, some one
i really WANT to BE. Be. be.
왜공부하지안하니? ? ?
yeah, i think its really time to study now.
much typing has rid the dust accumulated on my keyboard over the weeks.
please, could you just remind me to stfu
what we could have been, 12:07 AM.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
can you please, 닥쳐즐래?
haha, this sentence rang in my head for the entire week, , haha
math test really shook me up on friday,
no time no time,
gotta chiong, one week left before flying off
oh~~!
can;t be myself these days,
i hardly laugh as much as i did
i hardly joked as much as i did
there;s so many things to know,
i made a wrong choice before,
i don;t know why i succumbed to peer pressure initially,
i should have done what i thought was right,,
if i did, then i wouldn;t be so panicky now,
nope, i shall do what i think is right now,
its ok,
its within my limits
its in my will
it will be donE!
for now,
i miss ~~~~
study!
smile, and don;t give up!~~~~~~
jagijarang~~
haha, this sentence rang in my head for the entire week, , haha
math test really shook me up on friday,
no time no time,
gotta chiong, one week left before flying off
oh~~!
can;t be myself these days,
i hardly laugh as much as i did
i hardly joked as much as i did
there;s so many things to know,
i made a wrong choice before,
i don;t know why i succumbed to peer pressure initially,
i should have done what i thought was right,,
if i did, then i wouldn;t be so panicky now,
nope, i shall do what i think is right now,
its ok,
its within my limits
its in my will
it will be donE!
for now,
i miss ~~~~
study!
smile, and don;t give up!~~~~~~
jagijarang~~
what we could have been, 1:09 AM.
Friday, July 11, 2008
나 진짜 몰랐어 어~==========-=--=-=!!@@
i really don;t know, and for the record,
i;m ,,,~feeling,, a little bit,, uneasy, @@@@@
구해줘요@_@
울어~~ㅠㅠ
我自己也不太清楚
好啦，不要去想那么多了
我是个坚强的女孩！
강한여자
화이팅!
what we could have been, 11:05 PM.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
haha!~~~
oh wait,
I am hooked onto this song ~~~ ^^~~~~~~~
\
anyway
dearest blog,
i often feel really happy whenever i talk to some one, especially if its an old friend.
oh~ and today, even though i bumped into revathi for a mere short 30 seconds, our short conversation was really, nice. She asked me why was i smiling so widely. i didn;t even notice that i was doing it t. i was observing my actions for the rest of the day, and i realized that do make faces and smile to myself unknowingly . kkkk~~ hhhh i think i amuse myself sometimes. hhh
for the past month or so, i;ve been pondering over this thought:
how come, when something happens,, people draw conclusions about it. sometimes, their imagination exaggerates it ,the things becomes mostly untrue. But at the end of the day, they end up believing their own imagination and then it becomes a hindrance / stumbling block for them.
kkkk you know, its interesting about how words are so linked to many things,
like when you read or say the word " tree" , the other words that you;d immediately link it to, are words like,
generally " green " or leafy, trunk, bugs -_- tall stuff, photosynthesis, carbon dioxide,maybe even negative stuff like forest fires, deforestation, or whatever you usually associate the tree with.
yeah but i guess that most of the time, people often associate a person with what they imagine them to be in their minds. Like, if you were to mention a name , ok fine i don;t really wanna know what you associate me to, but sometimes, if you are not careful, you could end up hindering yourself.
one thing i learned way back during the LForum, they said that most of the time, 1% is what really happens, and the 99% [ if i didn;t remember wrongly ] of it is what we do about it or perspective [ ok , i cant remember what the 90+% is ]. something along this line oh wait, i think its 1 % what happened, and 99% what you do about it, ah~~
i remembered that there was a lady *Mel, who shared with everyone, during the forum , that people often commented about her *leg [ she had only one] . Whenever someone did something like that, she would get really insecure about herself,. once, MEl;s colleague of hers kinda mocked her, just saying " she only has one leg what" . mel was really hurt,. and that if she thought about the incident or the colleague, mel simply felt :
her colleague was a !@#!@#
she ( mel herself ) was ugly,
its not ok to have disabilities,.
. . dot dot.
and if i am not mistaken, and i am not sure if i " got it" . but i think the point LM was trying to make was that ,even though mels colleague merely said that about her leg, , but, mel immediately linked other things, and caused herself such trauma. like her colleague just said that she had one leg, but she didn;t imply that mel was ugly. [and MEL's NOT UGLY!
*ok i hope my interpretion of what the LM guy said was right, cos it was pretty brain draining lol.
anyways,
during the forum, they asked us to call the people who used to be close to us, or someone who hurt you before, to apologise and to be [whole and complete ] with them, . they told us not to think about " what they would do" or " what if they ... " they just told us to do it, and even though the person's response is totally negative,, its alright ,because you could control the other 99% again, i guess cos sometimes what happens is turns out to be what you didn;t expect! ironic right,
i remembered that when i wanted to make up with my aunt, i was really really reluctant, because ,in my mind, i kept imagining that she would offend me again, or she would scream like " you don;t talk to me! " or she would be bereserk , still be the psycho she acted like back then, and would be unreasonable about it, i was imaging that she would hurt my feelings like back then , during the horrible incident two years ago during our, not so peaceful, trip to the peaceful j@pan.
as i was pondering whether to make the phonecall to her [ one year later, ]i imagined all these possibilities that may happen if she heard my voice.
irony, - expected vs unexpected
i expected her to be totally unreasonable, , but when when she heard my voice, she was like " hello ? kiki <<< -_- but lol, " and wow, even though it was so difficult for me to talk to her [ cos at that time, i still felt that she was totally at fault], but the way she responded was totally opposite to what i thought it would be. yup , so this meant that i did make up with my aunt anyway. haha~
Exactly my point, something happens,, but they draw conclusions about it, and sometimes, their imagination exaggerates it ,the things becomes mostly untrue. But at the end of the day, they end up believing their own imagination and then it becomes a hindrance / stumbling block for them.
Lately,two loved ones dear to my heart had a tiff. [ Margret* and Douglas* ]
last week, douglas texted margret and said something
margret refused to talk to douglas, i told margret that douglas didn;t know what he was doing. which was true, cause he didn;t know what was going on exactly .
Margret said that " if i talked to doughlas, ! i tell you, he will surely do this, do that do this do that, scold , blah " , , , , he will do it again. something like that
but, every one has their reasons, i know douglas,. although he;s a reasonable man, sometimes he can be really strict and protective. But margret kept thinking about how douglas would react or talk to her if she did talk to him , and the more she thought about it, the angrier and more emotional she got. yeah, her thoughts about how douglas may react made her feel worse repetitively.
my point again, something happens,, margret conclusions about it, her imagination exaggerates it ,the things becomes mostly untrue. But at the end of the day, she ends up believing their own imagination and then it becomes a hindrance / stumbling block to her.
but of course, everything is fine now,,, ,, margret and douglas didn;t talk since the tiff , but they are doing fine ,i hope margret did stop thinking about it , cos she didn;t mention about it for a few days now, which is good.
hmmm, if there;s one lesson i want to draw out from all these incidents, is that, i hope that i would learn to control what i can control, the 99%, my thoughts, instead a of picking on the 1% which happened, which could not be controlled. proving a point with the 1% that happened, will not beat the things i can do with the 99% of what ii control.
hhh,,,,
anyways, omt its one am@ good grief, i better to chiong some stuff now!
oh and yay, i am fairer,
and boo, cos gp is a meanie,
on the bright side, yes i did pass,
one the down side, it seems that i am struggling terribly hard with compre. i was pleading with ms toh to give me more guidance for GP, please save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee cos i would definitely not want to repeat the entire year just because of the unsatisfactory gp grade. oh dear me~~~ i really need to improve compre skills.
~ hh so i better practice more lah right, kk
kk better go do work now
smile~ even though things may be really bad............ ~~ lalalala
PS: i love youuuuuuuuuuuuu~*
oh wait,
I am hooked onto this song ~~~ ^^~~~~~~~
\
anyway
dearest blog,
i often feel really happy whenever i talk to some one, especially if its an old friend.
oh~ and today, even though i bumped into revathi for a mere short 30 seconds, our short conversation was really, nice. She asked me why was i smiling so widely. i didn;t even notice that i was doing it t. i was observing my actions for the rest of the day, and i realized that do make faces and smile to myself unknowingly . kkkk~~ hhhh i think i amuse myself sometimes. hhh
for the past month or so, i;ve been pondering over this thought:
how come, when something happens,, people draw conclusions about it. sometimes, their imagination exaggerates it ,the things becomes mostly untrue. But at the end of the day, they end up believing their own imagination and then it becomes a hindrance / stumbling block for them.
kkkk you know, its interesting about how words are so linked to many things,
like when you read or say the word " tree" , the other words that you;d immediately link it to, are words like,
generally " green " or leafy, trunk, bugs -_- tall stuff, photosynthesis, carbon dioxide,maybe even negative stuff like forest fires, deforestation, or whatever you usually associate the tree with.
yeah but i guess that most of the time, people often associate a person with what they imagine them to be in their minds. Like, if you were to mention a name , ok fine i don;t really wanna know what you associate me to, but sometimes, if you are not careful, you could end up hindering yourself.
one thing i learned way back during the LForum, they said that most of the time, 1% is what really happens, and the 99% [ if i didn;t remember wrongly ] of it is what we do about it or perspective [ ok , i cant remember what the 90+% is ]. something along this line oh wait, i think its 1 % what happened, and 99% what you do about it, ah~~
i remembered that there was a lady *Mel, who shared with everyone, during the forum , that people often commented about her *leg [ she had only one] . Whenever someone did something like that, she would get really insecure about herself,. once, MEl;s colleague of hers kinda mocked her, just saying " she only has one leg what" . mel was really hurt,. and that if she thought about the incident or the colleague, mel simply felt :
her colleague was a !@#!@#
she ( mel herself ) was ugly,
its not ok to have disabilities,.
. . dot dot.
and if i am not mistaken, and i am not sure if i " got it" . but i think the point LM was trying to make was that ,even though mels colleague merely said that about her leg, , but, mel immediately linked other things, and caused herself such trauma. like her colleague just said that she had one leg, but she didn;t imply that mel was ugly. [and MEL's NOT UGLY!
*ok i hope my interpretion of what the LM guy said was right, cos it was pretty brain draining lol.
anyways,
during the forum, they asked us to call the people who used to be close to us, or someone who hurt you before, to apologise and to be [whole and complete ] with them, . they told us not to think about " what they would do" or " what if they ... " they just told us to do it, and even though the person's response is totally negative,, its alright ,because you could control the other 99% again, i guess cos sometimes what happens is turns out to be what you didn;t expect! ironic right,
i remembered that when i wanted to make up with my aunt, i was really really reluctant, because ,in my mind, i kept imagining that she would offend me again, or she would scream like " you don;t talk to me! " or she would be bereserk , still be the psycho she acted like back then, and would be unreasonable about it, i was imaging that she would hurt my feelings like back then , during the horrible incident two years ago during our, not so peaceful, trip to the peaceful j@pan.
as i was pondering whether to make the phonecall to her [ one year later, ]i imagined all these possibilities that may happen if she heard my voice.
irony, - expected vs unexpected
i expected her to be totally unreasonable, , but when when she heard my voice, she was like " hello ? kiki <<< -_- but lol, " and wow, even though it was so difficult for me to talk to her [ cos at that time, i still felt that she was totally at fault], but the way she responded was totally opposite to what i thought it would be. yup , so this meant that i did make up with my aunt anyway. haha~
Exactly my point, something happens,, but they draw conclusions about it, and sometimes, their imagination exaggerates it ,the things becomes mostly untrue. But at the end of the day, they end up believing their own imagination and then it becomes a hindrance / stumbling block for them.
Lately,two loved ones dear to my heart had a tiff. [ Margret* and Douglas* ]
last week, douglas texted margret and said something
margret refused to talk to douglas, i told margret that douglas didn;t know what he was doing. which was true, cause he didn;t know what was going on exactly .
Margret said that " if i talked to doughlas, ! i tell you, he will surely do this, do that do this do that, scold , blah " , , , , he will do it again. something like that
but, every one has their reasons, i know douglas,. although he;s a reasonable man, sometimes he can be really strict and protective. But margret kept thinking about how douglas would react or talk to her if she did talk to him , and the more she thought about it, the angrier and more emotional she got. yeah, her thoughts about how douglas may react made her feel worse repetitively.
my point again, something happens,, margret conclusions about it, her imagination exaggerates it ,the things becomes mostly untrue. But at the end of the day, she ends up believing their own imagination and then it becomes a hindrance / stumbling block to her.
but of course, everything is fine now,,, ,, margret and douglas didn;t talk since the tiff , but they are doing fine ,i hope margret did stop thinking about it , cos she didn;t mention about it for a few days now, which is good.
hmmm, if there;s one lesson i want to draw out from all these incidents, is that, i hope that i would learn to control what i can control, the 99%, my thoughts, instead a of picking on the 1% which happened, which could not be controlled. proving a point with the 1% that happened, will not beat the things i can do with the 99% of what ii control.
hhh,,,,
anyways, omt its one am@ good grief, i better to chiong some stuff now!
oh and yay, i am fairer,
and boo, cos gp is a meanie,
on the bright side, yes i did pass,
one the down side, it seems that i am struggling terribly hard with compre. i was pleading with ms toh to give me more guidance for GP, please save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee cos i would definitely not want to repeat the entire year just because of the unsatisfactory gp grade. oh dear me~~~ i really need to improve compre skills.
~ hh so i better practice more lah right, kk
kk better go do work now
smile~ even though things may be really bad............ ~~ lalalala
PS: i love youuuuuuuuuuuuu~*
what we could have been, 8:44 AM.
Monday, July 7, 2008
haha
so its a mistake,
mom can;t suspend the internet > 2mths cos we signed a contract -_-
but its ok~
man i realised that using the computer even for like two short hours can make your eyes tired and man, some how makes you feel sleepy! good grief.
Anyways, when i said that everything would be over by saturday,
i take it back, kkk
soon it will begin all over again.
goodness gracious.
i hope things will be fine,, its the most crucial moment for me : (
KLKLKLKLKLKLKL
always look on the bright side of life~~ woo woo woo wo woo owow ow~ whistle
grammatical error on the drawing
yeah, i guess no one can really tell whats tying you down,
even though we break free from most of them, some can just weigh you down.
i guess every single one of us just learn how to work around having chains,
how they respond to the baggage, the attitude they carry about their baggages.
i guess bitterness is that one chain that i am glad to have let go, it feels more like being chained up than just being weighed down.
i really wish that some times, people could stop talking about those permanent weights and just be stonger. .
one thing for sure, i need to work on how i respond and my attitude towards baggages .
dear voice, i wish i could change you.
to triangle
actions, the squeamish ways
to straighten thy back
to tame the unkempt
to shift, thy result
and i really want to learn how to stop complaining,
be slow to anger and laugh it off
to study, and soak up knowledge like a sponge
study like you;ve never studied before
why must we do hw at this point of time, its so pointless.
gosh am i complaining, or is this questioning ? hhh
FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
better start revision ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
omtomtomtotmtotmt
공부하자!
so its a mistake,
mom can;t suspend the internet > 2mths cos we signed a contract -_-
but its ok~
man i realised that using the computer even for like two short hours can make your eyes tired and man, some how makes you feel sleepy! good grief.
Anyways, when i said that everything would be over by saturday,
i take it back, kkk
soon it will begin all over again.
goodness gracious.
i hope things will be fine,, its the most crucial moment for me : (
KLKLKLKLKLKLKL
always look on the bright side of life~~ woo woo woo wo woo owow ow~ whistle
grammatical error on the drawing
yeah, i guess no one can really tell whats tying you down,
even though we break free from most of them, some can just weigh you down.
i guess every single one of us just learn how to work around having chains,
how they respond to the baggage, the attitude they carry about their baggages.
i guess bitterness is that one chain that i am glad to have let go, it feels more like being chained up than just being weighed down.
i really wish that some times, people could stop talking about those permanent weights and just be stonger. .
one thing for sure, i need to work on how i respond and my attitude towards baggages .
dear voice, i wish i could change you.
to triangle
actions, the squeamish ways
to straighten thy back
to tame the unkempt
to shift, thy result
and i really want to learn how to stop complaining,
be slow to anger and laugh it off
to study, and soak up knowledge like a sponge
study like you;ve never studied before
why must we do hw at this point of time, its so pointless.
gosh am i complaining, or is this questioning ? hhh
FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
better start revision ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
omtomtomtotmtotmt
공부하자!
what we could have been, 8:52 AM.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
its time to begin,
i keep putting off my revision start till a later date
everytime i do so, i end up realising that i let a week go by just like that
its time to start
start
start
revision
we've worked so hard
put in so much time,
we will reap what we sow.
today, i shed tears of sorrow, but i will shed tears of joy tomorrow.
as promised,
^_^
no matter what happens, just smile/~!
by this sat,everything will be over!
i keep putting off my revision start till a later date
everytime i do so, i end up realising that i let a week go by just like that
its time to start
start
start
revision
we've worked so hard
put in so much time,
we will reap what we sow.
today, i shed tears of sorrow, but i will shed tears of joy tomorrow.
as promised,
^_^
no matter what happens, just smile/~!
by this sat,everything will be over!
what we could have been, 4:48 AM.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
at dads now.
i;m not going to be online for a real long time i guess,
internet;s suspended,
: (
there are so many things to do,
i don't want to grow up so fast yet.
total suckage, i feel really sick sick sick sick
i don;t know,
i keep complaining,
i should stop that
shut up and study
totally wasting my time some times
haha!!the show FRIENDS IS SO AWESOME
you don;t wear my chains
today i may shed tears of sorrow, but 6 months later, i will shed tears of joy
study like crazy! ~!
i;m not going to be online for a real long time i guess,
internet;s suspended,
: (
there are so many things to do,
i don't want to grow up so fast yet.
total suckage, i feel really sick sick sick sick
i don;t know,
i keep complaining,
i should stop that
shut up and study
totally wasting my time some times
haha!!the show FRIENDS IS SO AWESOME
you don;t wear my chains
today i may shed tears of sorrow, but 6 months later, i will shed tears of joy
study like crazy! ~!
what we could have been, 1:09 AM.
