🙂 I don’t see them often, usually we communicate through SMSes or MSN.
There’s my lovely siblings
and our table is ALWAYS messy. Argh. And I think the actual number of hours we work in a day is like 4h max. Argh. Fail.
And my sister bought chocolate for me. How adorable
I had a really bad nightmare last night and I woke up screaming.
I dreamt that I was back at my old house, and I went out in the middle of the night to the porch to pick something up (can’t remember why.) When I was coming back in, somehow I felt that I had to sneak in softly. So I opened the door really slowly, and walked into the house in the dark. As I was closing the door, I heard the familiar storming of hurried footsteps down the stairs.
It was my d__.
He had a parang (don’t ask.) in his hand and as he swung it down towards me I screamed. And woke up.
It felt so real, so familiar.
I’m so afraid of violence, so afraid of all the shouting, so afraid of fights.
I’m not going to change the way I look, or the way I feel to conform to anything. I’ve always been a freak. So I’ve been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know.
I’m one of those people.
– John Lennon.
Most of my friends have heard this question from me, “are there days when you look into the mirror and think: Omg, I’m so pretty today!”
Most of the time I get snide remarks. They usually laugh at me, too.
But on those days, I feel happy. It feels good to feel good about yourself, even if it is something superficial like looking really attractive on a particular day.
On another note, as I’ve told some people (who think that my boyfriend and I are totally different individuals), I love him like I’ve never loved anyone before. And I’m so thankful that I met him. He taught me a part of life which I have never been acquainted with. And he taught me what it feels like to love and be loved.
Love is a feeling you just know, but can’t define.
Because when you love and know that you are loved in return, you just know it.
The biggest tragedy in life would be to love someone, not knowing that he/she doesn’t love you in return. And what could possibly trump this terrible misfortune would be to marry someone who doesn’t love you. And yet you love him/her oh-so-dearly. At least you think you do.
I’m tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I can’t move, I can’t run, I can’t hide.
I can’t do nothing about it.
Some days I think about how fucked up my academic situation is right now, and I am so tempted to blame it all on my fucked up situation. But I know it’s just a lame excuse. Because truth is, I’m just being lazy.
So, every morning I tell myself that “it’s going to be a good day, and I’m not going to let anything bring me down.”
I don’t cry much these days, only a few minutes if I can’t control myself. Pardon me if you do see me crying.
I’m fine.
People around me are all so stressed these days.
So, here’re some things to cheer you up (hopefully)! (PS: I ripped them off from various websites. Should learn to credit my sources.)
PETER KAY’S UNIVERSAL TRUTHS
Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.
You never know where to look when eating a banana.
Its impossible to look cool whilst picking up a Frisbee.
Driving through a tunnel makes you feel excited.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
SOME GREAT QUESTIONS BROUGHT TO YOU BY PETER KAY
Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
Why is it called Alcoholics Anonymous when the first thing you do is stand up and say, ‘My name is Peter and I am an alcoholic’?
Why are they called stairs inside but steps outside?
Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
Why does mineral water that ‘has trickled through mountains for centuries have a ‘use by’ date?
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp no one would eat?
Is French kissing in France just called kissing?
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, ‘I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out’?
What do people in China call their good quality plates?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don’t point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
Why is a person that handles your money called a ‘Broker’?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
Why is it that when someone tells you that there are over a billion stars in the universe, you believe them, but if they tell you there is wet paint somewhere, you have to touch it to make sure.
xoxo
Letters and notes make me happy.
I just watched an episode from this TV reality series where girlfriends write in to the programme and request that they do a “check” on their boyfriends. I guess it’s a sustainable series because of the way men are. ^_^
One of my closest friend told me that even though he loves his girlfriend a lot, when he does go overseas, he can’t be sure that both of them will stay committed to each other. When practicality (of securing a relationship with a more certain future) supercedes “love”, is it just because the love wasn’t strong enough?
Maybe one day I’ll understand why people (I am reluctant to point my finger at the male gender) get tempted seduced so easily by any other person. What about betrayal? What about the unspoken promise of being loyal.
I have more drama in my real life than these TV series that I am watching. Haha. But I’m still a happy person.
It takes more effort to write a heartfelt message on a card than to spend days looking for the perfect present. (But if it’s a combination of the two….:P)
Some days, I think about a person I love and I buy things for them on impulse. It makes me happy to spend on people I love because each gift is an embodiment of my love. (:
I have a bad feeling about tonight. ):
Why did the movie end with scenes from Tiana’s Palace?
Made it seem as if she got it all..not only “what (was) truly important”. (: But fairytales always end this way.
The prince’s name was Naveen. I attempted to write a fairytale a few years back, and my main character was Naveen too, except she was a girl. (: I remember she was a simple village girl living in a rural setting. And she loved the calm streams with their pure reflections cast by the faint moonlight deep in the nights. She was a darling. Pity I didn’t get to finish the story before I got tired of dreaming.
Just watched this video of Pranav Mistry presenting his ideas (for SixthSense) at a TED talk. It made me cry.
These days, bits and pieces of my memories have been coming back to me. I wish I’d taken psychology, because maybe then I’ll know what allowed them to break down the walls within which I had them confined. These memories of people I had loved and who had loved me. But these memories feel about as tangible as dreams.
I think I dreamt about my past last night. But it was an amalgamation of elements from my past, my present and my dreams.
Is forget the same as not remembering? I don’t remember (now) what my dream was, but I think it will look for me again. So it means that I didn’t forget, right?
The last 13 months have been full of ups and downs.
Two nights ago, I found myself standing at one of the inevitable crossroads of life. Should I take the route on the left and succumb to conventions, or should I take the path to the right in search of what I believe in? I could see the end of the road straight ahead. A short abrupt end which seemed to mock me “hahaha you’re WRONG!!”
Our dreams, what are they? What really matters to me the most isn’t what ought to matter to me the most, not according to the societal definition in practice. I want peace in my life, and to be with people I love. I want love to last and not to end when novelty wears off.
Here’s my take on Mignon McLaughlin’s quote.
A fulfilling and happy life involves falling in love many times, always with the people who matter in your life.
We will have our fights, our disagreements. And most of all, moments where we take our loved ones for granted. But at these moments of weaknesses, hold strong to happy memories. Like the yellowed pages of letters and love-notes we keep scattered around the room, or the seemingly-everlasting pictures we store in our hard drives. These are real, and they remind us of the love we forget oh-so-momentarily.
We stray and wander. We yell and cry. And we pray and wonder.
Love isn’t like a polaroid. It doesn’t fade inevitably.
I chose to take the right path, because I’m stubborn like that.
this is my family
Movie tickets. Letters. Teddy bears. Pictures. Mugs. Some dusty emails, stored in the abyss of email inboxes. Rings. Necklaces. Little things. Faint memories of arguments. Sweet memories of love once present.
Children.
Is it possible for couples to never fight?
What is it about the theories behind “I married my best friend” and “Opposites attract”?
Everybody’s looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You’ll find it in strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lovers’ eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you find that special thing?
You’re flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some, in their solitary lives
You find it in the works of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendships
The kind you cherish all your life
And, when you know how much that means
You’ve found that special thing
You’re flying without wings
So, impossible as it may seem
You’ve got to fight for every dream
‘Cause who’s to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete?
Well, for me, it’s waking up beside you
To watch the sun rise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
At any given time or place
It’s little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it’s like flying without wings
‘Cause you’re my special thing
I’m flying without wings
And you’re the place my life begins
And you’ll be where it ends
I’m flying without wings
And that’s the joy you bring
I’m flying without wings
And here is the new layout. I really like it. 🙂
Was about to enable theme switcher since I have 2 new layouts but after considerable deliberation, I have decided to unveil them one at a time. And this decision was also affected by the sentimental part of me who couldn’t bear to delete the old layout from the WordPress Dashboard. Tragic.
playing Halo 3
*studying*
this makes me so happy (:
isn't it adorable how my bears look so pensive?
(:
i like my wardrobe (:
And yes, my bed is not made.
The past few days have been rather uneventful, what with an extremely bad experience squashed at FT lunch and coincidentally beside a girl who seemed very interested in Koreans and How I Met My Boyfriend (I should make this into a series… Surely it’ll be a hit in Singapore.)
No I can’t speak Korean, and yes I will try to learn. That’s to all you busybodies out there. I am extremely bad with languages but I do try!!
On an irrelevant note, do you believe that fights make you closer to the person after you make up?
I’ve learnt so much in the last 3 years and it really amazes me.
如果我能回到过去，往日的我肯定认不得今日的我
这是好还是坏呢？
有时候，我真想知道我存在的意义到底是什么呢
是谁把我这毫无沟通技巧的小天使扔在这地球上 ^_^
要是我有冒犯之处，请原谅我
我的 Archilles’ heel 已害了我不少，也伤害了他人
我好想对某个你说声对不起
我以前真的对不起你了。不过这样子也好，我们真的就是不配
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我该去做饭了。
Don’t you love my theme too? ^_^
On a totally irrelevant note, I’ve rediscovered my inner child. I love soft toys. But I’m known as Ms. Anal for a reason. ): I only like bears that I like, and the rest look as good as junk to me. Hahaha.
Lovee.
恭祝大家新年快乐，万事如意，身心健康！
今年比起去年来可算是好几倍了
初一和情人节恰恰同一天
双倍的失望
不过，不要紧
人，活着是为了什么呢
我逐渐醒悟
我，要活的开心
要说服自己解脱束缚
爱，是唯一能点燃生命的火花
是唯一能维持这小火花的存在
我真的开心了 (:
Here I am, here we all are.
Noise, always noise, and you can hear them screaming from far.
Lights flicker and our spirits are low,
I haven’t a place to go.
Life is in it’s usual state of moving nowhere
Things are fine, and I’m just floating through the air.
Why don’t I fly? Should I try?
These constant games that people play just to stay high
Maybe everything is just a state of mind.
Reality is what we wanna see,
Constantly moving nowhere if that’s what we want to be.
We all have demons to battle,
Crosses to bear, mistakes and sins begging for redemption.
What God gives in some ways, He takes in others.
I hope miracles are real.
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