Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
I think the most special thing, the thing that makes me happiest and where I feel most myself, is when I'm with my friends and family, people I love and who love me. When I'm feeling sort of bland, I think of all those relationships. Everyone is uniquely at the centre of their own web of relationships.
(:
Monday, November 27, 2006
Im'ma sadist; someone who obtains pleasure from inflicting pain on myself.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Nostalgic memories of years of
TPSS return to haunt me.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
I just received this pic taken on Sept which I've got no idea of: Illuzion's 1st Anniversary.
For a moment, I thought my face is funny; as in "WAHAHA" that kind, not odd.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Blue Devils
I'm starting this misanthropy all over again. Gimme a break.
These were like donkey's years back. P/S: wanling, stop laughing at my photos. (especially that flashlight with my mouth opened one. -.-)
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Bibi loves to hide herself in my closet, rummage my apparels, get stuck inside, and then cry for help.
On a totally different note, this is one of the pics taken without my cognisance.
(I hope David will not see this)
He said I was glinting at his kuku. What the... -.-"
I lost the poor winnie.
This can't go on and on. Ughh... I must must must cut down on all those boozing, I swear. It's a life-threatening case of victimising my common-sense.
Closure.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
I need to get a life earnestly.
Monday, November 13, 2006
While stubbing out the cigarette with smoke looming, it's only last night then I realised it's coming to the end of the year, which means word-of-honour - further my studies. Question is, I haven't got any plans nor ideas. (FYI: I've only got a fucking mere pea-sized N'lvl cert.) Os? I'm at the prime of life and I don't wanna waste my youth. (Yes, I'm over-highly-ambitioned.) The thing I hate about myself is, I'm not the down-to-earth kind; I haven't got much virtue of patience within.
Botheration.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I miss the times when we asked what's the next lesson and then go "Awww...". I miss the times when tickwatt and miketoh threatened to ring up my parents. I miss the times when we made a fool in class. I miss the times when we hide and ran away from tickwatt and miketoh. I miss the times when we stir up hullabaloo and disguise in the crowd in the hall. I miss the times when I create dreams in school. I miss the times when I look at Wanling doing all the things during practical in Bio lab. *chortles* I miss the times when we picnic-ed during detention. I miss the amiable fights we had. I miss the convulsion of laughters. I miss tpss and the guys.
And when the day I leave Illuzion for good comes...
I will miss the times when I made a hoo-ha with the girls. I will miss the times when David goes "gu gu bird", showing the grumbling face. I will miss the times when I fell and waking up with blue-blacks and cuts the next day. (and David will go counting the bruises) I will miss the times when I laughed so hard, I literally spurt out water from my mouth. I will miss the times when I scream for David and holler upon losing and drinking. I will miss the times when the Happy Birthday song is on the track with cakes flying. I will miss the "traffic jams" on Friday nights. I will miss the times when David sound off what I did and how uproarious I was the previous night. I will miss the times when I grumble to David about the deplores of life. I will miss the ha-has and not forgeting the boohoos.
Those were the days. (:
Friday, November 10, 2006
Just as I've said, just a couple of photos. (I'm too lazy to even piece 'em up.)
Aww... I missed this.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I'm back! Inspite of the bloody-come-and-go rain, I had my share of fun still. Whatever it is, I missed home badly, even thou it's only barely 3days. I can totally ditch that overseas-schooling idea aside.
Photos the next time round; not uploaded yet. (just a couple only. i forgot to bring my cell out some times.)
Dinner, some tv then to bed. Work tomorrow night. Goodnight, guys. (:
Sunday, November 05, 2006
It's time to let down my hair and unwind; will be heading to Genting with Jasonbbxdd tomorrow.
I must learn how to live life some times.
Off to Illuzion to get moolahs now. Ta-ta!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Life's getting rather tedious, work's ho-hum. Will probably get myself another job, a night one still. Don't tell me to get a day job for I don't think I'll be able to juggle day and night at the same time.
- Gentingentingenting. - Downheartedness.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I hate it when people accuse me like I'm prejudiced or snobbish when I'm actually upset over something. I hate it when people take my existence for granted. I hate it when I'm down and still have to explain why I haven't been answering/replying calls/msgs over and over again. I hate it as people asked me about my personal stuffs to even the smallest details when I need some space and heartsease. (love ones are exceptions) I HATE IT when I have to fucking compromise to everybody.
NOW, you know what to do when I'm untune. If not, don't blame me for anything.
What? I should be more gentle and demure like a girl? Fuck you. NNBCCB.