Tuesday, August 28, 2007
In my mother's house
There's a photograph
Of a day gone past
Always makes me laugh
There's a little girl
Wary of the world
She got much to learn
Get her fingers burned
barely survived today with that few hours of sleep last night and it was raining the entire day which is sucha nice weather to sleep in.good piano session today and lem was walking to siglap for 12 and he had an umbrella so didnt have to walk in the rain since i'm as usual,umbrella-less.haha.thank you:)
was feeling really shitty and with all the tests tomorrow.gahh.then i read the email and received the call after.haha.made my day:)
yesterday
Went to meet Em at Raffles city after school.went to ding tai fung.
XIAOLONGBAOXIAOLONGBAO:)
ate xiaolongbao and sat there talking before deciding to head off to find a shop for piercing cause em wanted to pierce a second hole.the city hall/MS area is so big yet they do not have any piercing shops!eventually,we ended up at MS starbucks for a break before em left for yoga.
After that,went to table 108 at CHIJMES for BK's brithday dinner.i felt so underdressed in uniform!everyone was pretty dressed up.well at least i tried to look better by wearing onitsukas instead of asics!haha.table 108 was nice.reminded me of that red lantern show we watched in film study.haha.it was like one whole long process with all the giving of presents spread out from the beginning till the end of dinner.kicked off with the portrait done by Sandra and the oil painting of BK by Yen.then we had sharing session by the different people and we had our dinner.i felt so full after that!then we had BK's chocolate birthday cake for dessert.i felt like bursting after that!Ended off with giving of the shirts and the trophy which said 'World's best CGL'!haha.came home pretty late but still had to rush AQ and ended up with very little sleep quota for the night.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BK!sundayfinally gymmed,after loads of procrastination over the months and it was a good hour long session:)gosh i miss weekly gym or swim sessions and i think gym sessions are better than all those pe sessions we get in school.okay i've decided that i shall go to the gym at least once a week from now on,unless i'm really busy like next week.haha.and someone just give me a kick to get to the gym if i'm slacking my ass off without fulfilling the weekly quota of one gym session.haha.
lost my thumbdrive last week which was quite bad cause i had lots of stuff inside and i havent reformatted or backed up anything since i started using it like two years ago?haha.i just throw everything inside!luckily it was found back.
i'm sorry if it wasnt the answer you wanted.even though you said you wont mind and you'll give me the time i need and we'll just settle everything as we go along.i still think it wont be fair for you so i'm sorry.i hope the friendship doesnt take a turn cause i think i've had enough changes for now.
no one should be anyone's substitute.
All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that we'll never find
They don't mean a thing tonight
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
perfect prom queen ;
Saturday, August 25, 2007
yesterday was long but slack day with loads of free periods in between.
After school,Jayne rushed home to be in time for her 881.was waiting for the bus when D wanted to come and pick up stuff so had to wait for D to come to pick up the stuff but i got a megahuge lolly too.so sweet exchange.haha.
waited damn long for the bugis-bound bus to come.met my friday night lover and we went in late again cause we were too caught up with talking and finishing up homework.haha.the class was full house last night and i ended up with the spare table.Once we stepped in,that girl was super efficient and starting to decorate my notebook and she only did three days for next week cause she said since i didnt attend one day of sch this week,three days for next week is sufficient.so what are you trying to imply my dear?predicting that i'll miss sch again this week?haha.
i want my tauhu goreng soon:)loves.
thank you jayne and rachel for the sweet messages that night,though you guys dont know anything and i might not have been myself lately but thank you for always being there and cheering me up my dears:)
and i realized that i still owe jayne her picture collage from the italy trip and her shoutout,so here it is
hello my fellow grey's lover/sausage loving/fellow camwhore/does retarded poses/goes on a high regularly/watch movies on a whim/rent dvds together/B&J lover/au natural heater in shorts/loner in town friend
i love you:)
read something off a friend's blog and i think it's pretty true.
'Ode to the Nice Guys
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.'
guess the nice guys deserve a break,really.for all the crap that they've gotten from us and all that they've done for us girls.
and here's one for the girls:
'Ode to the Nice Girls
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f*** up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)'
kinda true for both eh.the nice girls one was written by Jessica Leigh Griffith in response to ode to the nice guys.and chocolate,what's a girl without her chocolate:)
i guess reading all this was intriguing.
i think some friends deserve to get odes to them after all the nonsense and crap they get from me and for always being there,they're all seriously nice guys and girls alike:)though they do get their fair share of suitors and some are even attached.haha.
on a totally separate and random note,i want a lomo and a polariod!fisheye,action sampler,holga,coloursplash!
maybe she's right,i mean she also believed the same excuse from that person and look how it ended up?that excuse was just a load of utter bull and i was stupidnaive enough to believe you
You know you wanna
Just let go
It's time to roll down the windows
Sing it
We'll make the clock stop
Make your heart drop and come alive
We could
Pack up and leave all our things behind
No fact or fiction or storyline
perfect prom queen ;
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
didnt go for school today and it wasnt ponning okay!as assumed by everyone.haha.slept in till pretty late.it was a good long rest:)
reached home from the doc in time to tape the show at three for the boy if not i would have gotten lots of nagging from him when he got back.
facebook was frustrating me this afternoon,it kept being unable to load the photos repeatedly and there were so many.i gave up after a long while and decided to try in the night again and there was better luck.
YAYNESS.no more aerobics for PE!all the gay moves.i guess the only exercise we get out of it is working of the abdominal muscles from all the laughing we get each session.i rather run!went to run on mon and i can say,it's been a long while,i feel so unfit!and there's more royce chocolates in the fridge:)
all the best to the lovelies starting their prelims this week!dont stress!LOVES.
i know you can do it,you'll be fine:)
thank you for coming all the way down and accompany at the doc's
i'm trying to discern the truth and figure out what is going on
so that i know how to face you
maybe one day you wont matter anymore
off to watch grey's 3:)MCDREAMY!
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a frist impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
our song of 2005
perfect prom queen ;
Sunday, August 19, 2007
I never dreamt it'd be this way
I've lost any chance for me to say
To say that I miss you, say that I love you
Will someone please tell me I'm okay
I wasn't prepared for what's to come
A life made of memories gone so young
And now I'm regretting all I've done
But in your heart know that I'm with you all along
Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
I'm in your heart tonight
I never thought that this could go
And take me away from all I know
And leave me to think I'm on my own
But your love will take me, you were the one
Who sat through nights
You held me tight
And made sure I'm okay
And I thank you for the love you gave to me
Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
I'm in your heart tonight
Tonight
Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
And if I should fall, I know you're waiting
And if I should call, I know you're there
If ever you cry just know
I'm in your heart tonight
Gone so young's gonna be the Amber Pacific song of the week!haha.
the batam emerge people brought back really good j&co doughnuts yesterday.the tiramisu and coffee cream one was real good.i think they brought back a total of 60 boxes or more and we polished off 3 boxes!
she asked me "a girl with so many emo phrases in her notebook cannot possibly be the happiest girl in the world right?"
truthfully,i dont know.
the reds drew with chelsea yesterday.gahh.so irritating.but torres scored:)
i'm sorry for today.today hasnt exactly been the best of days for me and somehow got easily irritable.thank you for always putting up with my nonsense
each time you cry, wipe those tears from your eyes
you'll see better days, better days,
like poison running through your veins,
you'll see better days
don't fret, don't grow weary,
don't let your footsteps get heavy
for in time you'll see better days, better day
perfect prom queen ;
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know youre unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
i want thunder.
today was freak weather day.one moment it was all bright sunny sweltering hot and the next moment,it was pouring like crazy and i was practically soaked till some nice lady came to open the side gate and offered shelter under her umbrella.
After piano,went to meet bernice at gelare for waffles and ice-cream.it's been a while since gelare tuesdays!but today was lacking the usual crowd.
got back chem today which was sucky.i dont think imma pass many subjects this review week.gahh.
finished grey's season 1 and 2:)season 2's ending was sucha cliffhanger.
you never think the last time is the last time.you think there'll be more.you think you have forever but you dont.
finn or mcdreamy?
i cant wait for season 3!
You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom
That sunset river bank first time feeling
perfect prom queen ;
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
sometimes i feel like promises are just bull.the word promise is created to make hope sound more possible.please just dont make promises you can never keep cause you dont know how painful that promise might be if it was never kept.
sometimes you feel at a loss of what to do and you try so hard to make things right,to feel right,to feel better.
i dont know what you were/are trying to do.
okay maybe i just needed to do a little ranting.
okay.now off to talk to sane people to make me sane.
Si usted no me desea, fíjeme libre
Who'm me suponen exactamente ser
Adelántese y déjeme saber
Should I stay or should I go
perfect prom queen ;
Friday, August 10, 2007
this year's national day celebrations in school was a flop.i shouldnt have gone to school,i should have stayed in my nice warm bed sleeping in before meeting the rest at changing appetites.never mind.i did it for ruth:)and the bunch of us had a nice time hanging out at the second level talking.
rushed out of school as soon as we could leave for birthday lunches at changing appetites.that's when everyone's plan changed,ppl going home to change and coming back.we went to coro to print their SIP stuff with them then met back at CA for lunch.
found pictures from last year's better national day celebrations
and woman,what happened to you?
yesterday
went for dimsum in the morning with the fam.then met up with jayne to pass her grey's season one and rent the second season.on a whim,we went to catch disturbia.it was good but some parts just make you jump in your seat.After that,sat at mos talking and lamenting on how much we've managed to spend over a span of four days.came home and just veg in front of the teevee watching grey's.
spent today on a dvd marathon again before rushing down to pass jayne half of season 2 before meeting liz.i think i've been meeting j for like how many days in a row!sat at mos with liz attempting to finish up tuition work and listening to stories that were uber sweet!
I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you.
No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. And it's scary as hell. Except there's an upside to freefalling. It's the chance you give your friends to catch you.
the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.
i think i'm hooked on grey's.haha.
thank god for friends who make you deliriouslyhappy when you're feeling down in the pits.
You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom
That sunset river bank first time feeling
perfect prom queen ;
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
EXAMS ARE OVER!!!
like FINALLY.okay.not the EOYs but STILL.
paper ended and i needed something to lift my spirits up,to stop feeling crappy over exams and just forget about the exams and out popped the PSP.haha.stoned around school,waiting for the clock to hit an appropriate time to get out of school while entertaining ourselves.left school earlier than the official time:)
RM lunch was postponed yet again so went to thai express for lunch with B&J.phatthaiphatthai:)sat there talking and wasting time just like what a person in his/her right mind would do after exams.haha.After that,headed down to town to get dvd and coffee bean-ed.
it's been a year since ______ .i guess i've learnt and gained a lot throughout everything.learning to cherish people more,appreciating them and the little things they do,taking time out to just do small little things for them.i guess i've also grown up in certain ways,seeing things from a different perspective and not just from my own naive view of everything,things may not seem as simple as they seem to be.learning that things dont just fall into your lap,you've got to put in the effort to make the pieces fall into place.
why cant things just be simple as they should be?
okay.i'm feeling shitty and crappy due to a myriad of reasons and everything.
okay.hibernation and Mr Patrick McDreamy Dempsey's calling out to me.SWEET.which should i choose?
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as you're lying there drifting off
to sleep
perfect prom queen ;
Sunday, August 05, 2007
okay.four papers down,three more to go.
the weekend has been both up and down.
kicked off the weekend with opening night of FOP!attended with myrna,sally,dwayne,yen and BK since not many people from the cell were there cause it was a friday night.we had this weird convo about figuring out which year belongs to which animal.haha.
this year's was DELIRIOUS and don moen.Delirious was really good and the drumming was damn awesome!the delirious kids came on stage during one part of the performance and there was this cute little caucasian boy there.myrna and i were gushing over how cute he was.haha.how cool to have dads who wear skinnies and converse and get to go on tours with them?haha.
so overall,FOP was good with worship,drumming and just the whole atmosphere at the SIS.on a side note,havent been to the SIS for events in a longlong while.i think the sat and sun nights are gonna be better but too bad i cant attend them due to the irritating,horrible,sodrainingmeout review week.gahh.
last night was em's early birthday dinner at essential brews.met up with lala at holland V to look for a cake for em before meeting up at essential brews.met up with a few people i havent seen in ages.food was alright.sat there talking for a long while before they head off to hagen das for fondue while i had to head off home due to the long ride home and more due to the same old pathetic reason-IHSDMO REVIEW WEEK!gahh.it's ruining my weekend!
the way home was when the icky part started.maybe due to too much spices or maybe i ate too much,i was walking to the bus stop and i felt like hurling.well i did.a bit of my dinner.i felt so uncomfortable and icky the whole way home.when i reached home,ran to the toilet and hurled everything out.yikes.just thinking of it makes me feel all icky again.
i wish i knew the answers and not be left hanging here
sorry i didnt feel like talking to people this afternoon so i didnt reply anyone and maybe i just didnt feel like replying some people for certain reason.haha.
i hate it when the time of the month comes around,the cramps and the influx of hormones that leave you feeling weird or feeling a certain way when you have totally no reason to feel that way.
mister/miss time of the month,why do you always leave me feeling like this everytime you come around?
What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue
When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so
If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball
When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darling true
What am I to you
well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never want to part
I'm giving you the ball
When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies
I will you love when you're blue
Tell me darling true
What am I to you
hello norah jones
perfect prom queen ;
Thursday, August 02, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW!
feels like he's growing up pretty fast.haha.
TWO PAPERS DOWN!five more to go!
and i cant stand that next tues,we gotta stay back in school till 1245 when we end at like TEN PLUS!
shitty papers today but ice-cream and chocolate made me feel ohsomuch better.
i hope you are feeling better too:)
help me through this period cause i know i cant do this on my own
thank you for trying to make me feel better over the past few days:)
It came to me
When you were not around
You'll always be
The one to understand that's why
If I had to drive all day take that flight
Across this ocean I'm coming home tonight
Don't let it play on your mind
I should have know I was wrong
When I left her for a life in pity
But they say you never miss the water until it's gone
Across the miles
It's funny to me
How far you are but now
Near you seem to be
You don't have to worry
Cause everything's all right
perfect prom queen ;
PROFILE
charmaine
31011991
SC VJC
2CO'05 06V12
wants/needs
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new top
-more tops
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new earrings
-more earrings
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new wallet
-new dunks
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new flats
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new sandals
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a new mp3
-a new camera-the canon ixus i zoom!
-THAT silver tote OR
-THAT gold long puma bag
-blink-182's greatest hits
-Corinne Bailey Rae's album!
-more time,like maybe 36 hours in a day.haha.
