Heyo!
You can call me J A C Q
I love purple & I love post-its!
I like unicorns, puppies, white tigers, rainbows, candies, chocolates, polaroids, lomo cameras, pretty sunsets, and sandy white beaches.
Currently FIFTEEN, but gonna turn sixteen on the 20th of April 2011.
*hint hint*
I also have some of the most wonderful friends in the entire world,
and i don't think that i can survive without ANY of them.
Ps. I love you ♥
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Friday, March 2, 20122:17 AM
edward is an idiot because he blocked me from his blog somehow. HAHA. OKAY WHATEVER, back to wordpress bye :D
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Saturday, January 21, 20124:46 AM
i don't know anything anymore! ):
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Thursday, December 1, 20112:59 PM
i didn't know that what hurts me would hurt you more.
And i didn't even want you to be pissed with me. And if you really hate me that much then that's fine. I don't know. I just thought it was different this time, but maybe i'm wrong. |
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Friday, October 7, 201110:28 PM
call me soon please. i miss you.
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Wednesday, October 5, 201110:04 PM
i just want you to talk to me.
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Sunday, October 2, 20118:22 PM
always falling for people at the wrong time.
this one's really nice though. Nicer than all the rest. Except edward thinks it's weird. OF COURSE, because you two are such close-ish friends that's why. Hm.. i caught him looking at me a few times today (: Ah, he's so cute <3 Tall, smart, geeky, loveeeeeee. Heeheee. Love that Super Smart kid ;) He will be mine. AHAHA. |
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Friday, September 2, 20117:53 PM
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Friday, July 22, 20118:33 PM
The stress of upcoming exams is finally taking its toll on me.
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Monday, June 27, 20118:05 PM
This is funny.
It's so obvious now. Really. Aren't you a stupid one... |
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heyoo~
Friday, June 10, 20118:42 PM
switching to wordpress yo.
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Tuesday, June 7, 201110:08 PM
fuck.
i'm falling for him. I DON'T THINK THIS IS SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN. ESPECIALLY NOT NOW. |
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sji carnival
Saturday, June 4, 20119:26 PM
Not much happened.
Julian got dunk, quite funny (: I took videos for him. Met Mingsheng, haha, and mark too. AND THEN I SAW GLENN SIM OUT OF NOWHERE! Hahaha, super cool. I swear, Glenn Sim is one of THE BEST tll teachers everrrr~ TEEHEE(: Mark said he's buff. LOL. It was awkward, because me & ale were gonna meet mark and his friend, then i saw the word "glenn" on the back of the jersey of this guy's shirt, and i saw his bieber hair, and i was like. OMG I THINK THAT'S GLENN SIM. Then i like stared at him hahaha and he stared at me and gave me the like ">:\" look, and then i realised IT WAS HIM! hahahahaha. So funny!! (: He asked me, "How come you're here? Your boyfriend in this school or what?" HAHAHAH. hilarious. (: He said we're getting a new tll teacher soon though, NOOOO!~ ): I like having Glenn Sim as a tuition teacher for English! Sigh. Fun day today though (: |
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time is relative
7:46 PM
i stare out the window on the bus,
blankly watching the cars whizz pass, and i realise, i miss you. i walk down the lane, and Unwell by Matchbox 20 is playing in my ears, and i remember that i heard of this song from you, and i miss you. now i'm sitting infront of the computer, typing away, and i miss you. I could check my phone, and i'd know there'd be nothing there. And i miss you, but i shouldn't be. I told you that i wouldn't miss you. But there's always so much to say, in so little time. I guess time is relative, just like love. ♡ |
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RELIEF!
Monday, May 30, 20119:54 PM
even if only for a day: SIGH!~ (:
CHINESE OVER! I'll say that i gave it my bestest, i gave it my all, i gave it my 120%, and i have NO REGRETS. We'll see what happens, A1 or not, it's okay. I tried. SO SUCK ON THAT, CHINESE PAPER! ;) |
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the world
Sunday, May 29, 20115:24 PM
i hate everyone in the world who is worth more than me.
i hate them i hate them i hate them )': |
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5:13 PM
i quit.
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5:07 PM
MY EXAMS ARE FUCKING TOMORROW AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY AND CRY and then maybe at the end, i'll die.
I'm so scared now. I want my A1 or A2 so badly, but i look at myself, and i look at all the people around me trying just as hard, if not harder. And inside i know, that i'm just going to let everyone else down again. It's almost like there's no way i cannot Not let them down. And thanks to Edward, i also feel very discouraged now. I'm prepared to fail. I'm prepared to do utterly horribly. I'm also probably having some kind of internal hormonal surge, as well as having imminent bipolar disorder now. |
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5:01 PM
i cannot forget the day i turned sixteen.
it's like i've never gotten over it. So many people just seeming to be your friend, when in reality, more than half of them probably don't really care that you're dead or alive. Anybody can claim to care about you, but in truth no one really does "love you". i'm just wondering really. my two really good friends birthdays are coming, should i reciprocate the love, or really try to make it meaningful for them. i can't decide. fuck growing up. |
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Dear John
4:23 PM
Warning: Book Spoiler Alert, and i'm also in one of my angsty moods today.
Yes, I read Dear John by Nicholas Sparks, and you know what? I didn't like it. Surprise surprise, from the girl who's a sucker for romance novels. Really though. I didn't like the cliches in the story, not at all. Here's a few of them: #1. John and Savannah broke up because John was re-posted overseas and Savannah gave up waiting. #2. Savannah married Tim. (That is SOOOO shocking.) #3. John sold his father's coin collection so that Savannah would have enough money to send Tim to a better place for treatment, and he remained an anonymous donor. Talk about chivalry being dead, pffft. Apparently, there was too much of it in the book! Tim loved Savannah, but didn't show it because he knew she loved John. Then when Savannah finally DID marry Tim, and Tim and John had some long talk in the hospital ward, John decided that he loved Savannah too much to watch her suffer over Tim's possible uncurable cancer, and so he helped her out. John ends up being: #1. The protagonist #2. The guy who ends with nothing but his still imminent love for Savannah #3. The guy who never got the girl WHAT IS THIS!?! And Savannah you whore! You slept with John even when you weren't married to him!! I bet you didn't tell Tim that you were no longer a virgin! ARGH. Really really hated how the story panned out. It's just so frustrating. I pity John. Really. And i feel like the story was ruined once Nicholas Sparks decided to write about John and Savannah having sex. LIKE REALLY, DOES IT NEED THAT? Why is it when people write romance novels, the couples always end up having sex? Okay, i guess it wasn't too bad because at least in Dear John, they didn't write in any detail and just used the words "made love", but really. Can't the couple just love each other, and can't the story just progress without the sex involved? I don't think the storyline would have changed much if he had omitted those 2 paragraphs on them making love. I'm annoyed. And also, i spent 4 hours reading finish that book today when i should've been re-revising my chinese stuff. And again, i went onto the computer, entered a barrage of tweets into the computer that no one wants to read about, wrote some sort of hypocritically cynical status on facebook, and am now ranting on my blog again. I'm so tired of this. Shall just stick to my phone from now on. No, i don't miss him anymore. He can gdibbfbh. |
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Saturday, May 28, 201110:51 PM
It's been almost a month since we talked.
Though i push the thoughts away, though i don't think about it, i know that i miss you. I miss talking to you. I wish i had more time. Then we could talk for hours on end, and we wouldn't have to worry about what tomorrow would bring. |
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The Birthday Post (long overdue)
Thursday, May 19, 20119:25 PM
So yes, now i'm 16.
And no, i'm not glad that i'm 16. This whole "sweet sixteen" thing, is really just so darn overrated. There was nothing sweet about my sixteenth birthday, let me tell you why: 1) I didn't really go out with people because everybody had exams around that period. Is it my fault that your exams are around my birthday? No. Oh yeah, but of course you know, studies > friends. 2) Besides the wonderful board that kim&grace gave me and the cute bottle that fi&ale gave me, nope, i didn't get anything from anyone else. (This doesn't include my parents and my aunts.) 3) I got my amath test back on my birthday itself, and yes, i failed, and yes, i was upset, and yes, i fucking cried on my birthday. But meh, this one i don't really think i can blame anyone for it, but still. 4) My levelmates didn't do much. Oh, now i sound like a demanding little kid, but really? They do stuff for Su, Diyana, Piramol, Ziwei, Nadira. Yes, maybe that square-thing they gave me with all the quotes inside was suppose to be a present, but compared to what they gave everyone else, i'm sorry, but i'm really prepared to shove that square-thing-with-quotes-inside back at your faces. Yes, i sound ungrateful, but i feel absolutely unloved. Now, how would that feel? I mean, you said that you got everyone involved. Do i need to count the number of paper-quote things in there? There's hardly the number of 2 levels combined. And the Sports Day outing was suppose to be my sort-of my birthday celebration, and yet so many people were so sulky, tired and nonchalant about everything. Talk about infuriating? You tell me you're my friend, you tell me you "love" me, you "care" about me. Oh really? Maybe i'm being petty to be annoyed over such small issues like these. Maybe i'm being over-analytical and i should just be grateful for what i received because there were others who received even less. But no, i'm upset. Talk to me about it EXACTLY one month after my birthday, i'm still upset. Where was this whole "Sweet Sixteen" thing everyone was talking about? WHERE? Why did i actually feel so sad on that day? I feel very cynical now. And i especially feel upset with my levelmates. No offence, but i'm more "involved" in cca than piramol, and they did more for her than for me during her birthday. IS THIS THE WORLD TRYING TO TELL ME THAT THEY HATE ME, BECAUSE YOU KNOW, YOU DID A REALLY GOOD JOB. Oh, and thanks to all the people who texted me or fb wall-posted me that day. I appreciate your wishes, (the fb ones significantly less so, because probably people saw other people posting and then remembered), but yes. Thanku. I'm not an ungrateful bitch, really. I'm not materialistic either. But i'm disappointed and upset. This whole "sweet sixteen" thing is a scam. Sweet sixteen, my fucking ass. (So yes, if you've been waiting for my birthday post, here it is. I felt really like crap that day, so yes, now you know. Feel free to judge me.) Labels: 4gy, church, levelmates♥ |
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love my momo
8:39 PM
She came to my room and knocked on my door.
She saw the tears rolling down my face. And she told me, "You're better than that." ♥ Thanku momo for being ever so encouraging, especially when i need the support. |
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hardcore
Tuesday, May 17, 201110:19 PM
less twitter.
less facebook. less tumblr. less formspring. less BLOGGING. i need to get my game on, 152 days, LETS GO! :> |
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English project
10:03 PM
Had a blast with my bbys today! (:
We watched two movies: 27 dresses and Bride Wars. And, they laughed at me because i cried during the sad part of BW. So expected, pfft. They think that me being emotional is very hilarious. Heh.. Work wasn't exactly the most productive, but hey, at least i still got my chinese done in the end. Ale & I also webcammed with Jer today, because it's his birthday! ♥ OBF, HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH! ♥ Heehee, it was pretty hilarious, jer didn't wanna show his face, i kept seeing his legs :S And here's the best part, THEY WEREN'T EVEN TAN, they were white, the same colour as the hainanese white chicken on your chicken rice. :p Today was a fun day, thank God for this one random public holiday in the middle of the week. Anyway, it seems like it's full on mugging from now till October. It is okay. I will make it. ;) HAPPY VESAK DAY!  (oh darn, can't see my eyes :o) Labels: 4gy |
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Sunday, May 15, 20113:50 PM
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HOT AND DANGEROUS
Wednesday, May 11, 20118:43 PM
If you're one of us, then roll with us -We R Who We R by Ke$ha No, seriously. I have a fever,and i'll spread my virus to you if you even come close. |
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Tuesday, May 10, 20118:38 PM
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Mr Men & Little Miss
Monday, May 9, 20117:33 PM
Today we celebrate Roger Hargreaves' Birthday!!
If you don't know who that is, then wow, you must have had a sad childhood. Poor you ); Heehee. Alright, Roger Hargreaves is the CREATOR of the Mr Men & Little Miss book series! I loved reading those when i was a child, and in honour of Mr Hargreaves' birthday, google has altered their logo for today, and it is now the special Mr Men & Little Miss edition. The best part is...when you reload the google homepage, the google logo will change to a different Mr Men & Little Miss character! I took screenshots of some of my favourites!      ^this one's my personal favourite! (: and yes, as you can tell, my mood has greatly improved from that of saturday's, if only for the time being...(: |
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awkward
Sunday, May 8, 20119:48 PM
Saw the immediate family during lunch today!
Kongkong, mama, my aunts and uncles, and my cousins! (: It's been really long since we've all met up for lunch. It started getting awkward, when they started mentioning my YouTube video. Really... Everyone said it was "good" and all the comments were positive, but it was really unusual. I was not at ease. I mean, to know that Temasek Reviews had linked it was...i guess in a sense, cool. But to have my whole family watch it just seems...a little weird. Guess this means i can't post YouTube videos now, can i? Sigh. So awkward.. |
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ride the wave
Saturday, May 7, 20119:11 PM
i'm okay again now.
You know what this means? Back to studying! Meh. I knew i'd feel stupid for doing what i did. Meh. Oh well... |
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5:14 PM
and i've said it once, i can say it again.
This is one promise, i may never keep. I'm sorry. |
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home
4:45 PM
You know when your parents don't care, you get the worst feeling ever.
My father even went one step further to remind me that i'm "shit". Thanks. I don't know how to love other people. I don't know how to love myself. When you see me, i'll look perfectly fine to you, just like any other girl. Don't judge a girl by the way she looks. I look fine, i look alright, i look okay. I'm not. Well anyway, my parents have already made their stand that they don't care about me. The scars are imminent, they'll last forever. My forearm has lines, they're bleeding, and i can't stop the blood from flowing. See, i sound like a psychomaniac now. I really think i'm schizophrenic. My dad scolded me for breaking his glass just now. I just smirked at the glass shards on the floor. My arm won't stop bleeding. Sure, i've calmed down now. I'll wait for tomorrow, and i'll just wake up, look at the lines, and feel absolutely stupid. I'm tired of not being cared about. I mean, i know i have friends who care about me, but when it comes from your parents, it just hits you so much harder. I was gonna say it "really hits home". What a pun on the word "home", don't you think. Don't ever question my inability to love other people. Don't. I'm so sick and tired of always being last in this family. I'm so jealous of my sisters and of my brother. I'm jealous of kimberly. I'm jealous of grace. I'm jealous of everyone around me who seems like they don't have to go around feeling the way i do. I'm jealous because i know that they have other people who care for them when sometimes i feel like i don't. I don't know why it's so hard for me to love myself. I don't know why. I don't know why i keep slashing when i know it won't make things better, i just do it anyway. And now, this is the part where you JUDGE ME, and call me a weirdo. No, you don't have to worry about me committing suicide, i won't. I don't have the guts to stand at the side of a building, and force myself over the edge. Sure, i'm gonna ride out from all the shit and hurt, and i will emerge stronger than ever. I'm gonna be resilient about this. But right now, at this very moment, it really hurts. I've spent the whole day crying. Not consistantly, of course. More like...in spurts. I'd just start crying, and then, i'd stop, and maybe half an hour later, i'd start again. My eyes are all puffy now, and i feel terrible. But anyway, that's all i wanted to say. And Kimberly, i'm sorry that i'm so darn schizo and you always have to deal with my stupid moodswings. You're seriously the bestest friend ever, and i'm really sorry about all of this. I hope you know that you can always excuse yourself from this friendship if you ever find it getting very taxing. I will never blame you. And my hand really hurts now. Damn you, antiseptic alcohol... |
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oh, hypocrite.
11:21 AM
You know what i wish?
I wish i was still a one month old baby, or well, i wish i could go back to any time when i was a baby, and i didn't have to show emotions that i didn't feel like showing. I could cry when i want to, i could scream when i want to, i could smile when i want to, and i could laugh when i want to. I can't do that now, can i? No, i can't. Because i'm a 16 year old girl, i'm suppose to be mature, and i must learn to take control of my emotions. I think it's just me, but i'm sooo angry about my parents' point of view. Seriously. I don't care if you think i'm being petty, because this matters to me. Just because i'm going for tuition, they decide to bring all my siblings out for lunch at this really expensive restaurant, and they don't even tell me. I really want to go too. And the other time, my father even mentioned that he would bring us when we were ALL around, which would be 2 weeks from now. BUT NO, he decided to bring them there TODAY, and they didn't tell me. His reasoning is because i have tuition. What kind of lousy reason is that. I feel so discriminated against in this family, really. He blamed my ignorance of this event on my absence during their "family meetings" in his room. EXCUSE ME. I have a major exam called the "O LEVELS", maybe you've heard of it? It's in 167 days time, and i have lots of homework to finish. OF COURSE i'd be in my room finishing up other school papers and studying for my upcoming tests. What did you think i was doing? And yes, i threw a freaking tantrum/fit when i heard them say they're going out for lunch. I cancelled tuition already. I'm not in the right state of mind anyway. I won't absorb anything even if i go for tuition now. But i'm still angry with my parents. My father threatened two things at me because he said my anger of their decision was unreasonable: 1) He took my bag and wallet and threw it out of the door. Then he shouted at me to get out of the house. 2) He threatened to video my tantrum and put it up on youtube next to my other videos. Firstly, my YouTube videos were always based on my personal views. I only put it up there because it was the most convenient way for myself to express my opinions. I usually only expect my friends to see it, and on the off-chance that someone else would chance across it, maybe they'd agree with me too. Secondly, it's entirely UNFAIR of him to threaten me with such a thing. I'm actually never posting a video to that YouTube account ever again because i don't need throngs of people to tell me that : a) i sound like a bimbo b) i'm a bitch c) i should just shut up and strip. (WTF MAN WTF) d) i'm a hypocrite. Really. No one asked YOU to agree with my views. It's called YOUtube, not PleaseCommentWithHateOnMyVideos-tube. If you don't want to agree with me, that's fine. Just leave my video alone! Geez, is it really that hard? Well back to the point. So i'm really angry with my parents now. I STUDY, you not happy. I DON'T STUDY, you still not happy. I'm not even like my sister, i don't BUG MY MOTHER for material goods or branded goods. I got full marks for my emath test recently, it's a big deal to me. I've never gotten full marks in any maths paper for the last 6/7 years. But my dad just looked at it, and went "okay". WHEN I DONT DO WELL, i get scolded. WHEN I DO WELL, they have no reaction. I already feel so ostracized at home, and in school, in church. I'm sorry, i'll never be the "popular" kid. But i'm just trying to be nice when i can. AND YES, i'm angsty, but look at this. My parents seem to care less about me than they do to my siblings. It really really hurts. I don't know if anyone understands that, but seriously, it hurts. I can just sit in my room and cry for hours over things like this. You don't realise it, because you're not me. You think i'm being petty because it's a small matter. But really, it's not just this one thing. There were so many other times. It all just builds up. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST PART IS?? I don't even hate my family. I still carry on loving them. I feel less loved, (i was gonna write unloved, but that's untrue..), and i feel discriminated against. My dad actually commented that the reason we can't go next week is because i'm not free, so he thus decided to bring my family (minus me) this week. I HAVE YLs NEXT WEEK. IS IT MY FAULT THAT I HAVE YLs ?! You'll are both in RCIA and you're never home on thursday nights until late. Just because i have YLs on sunday, you want to blame me? Excuse me, but is it wrong for me to want to be MORE INVOLVED in church activities? I'm really miffed now. I'm really hurt now. And all i really want to do is cry. You wonder why i'm such a hateful person. This is why. I don't even know how to trust my own family sometimes. I feel so hurt by so many people, and you expect me to put a SMILE on my face? It's true though, how all this makes me more resilient. Yeah, of course i can grin and bear it, but inside, it's just eating away at my soul. Have you not READ all my angsty twitter tweets? Have you not READ all my cynical facebook statuses? Are you not READING this lengthy and angsty blogpost of mine? I'm tired. When you see me tomorrow, or the day after, or even a month later, i'll still be smiling. But really, inside i'm just breaking. |
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Hi...
Tuesday, May 3, 20119:49 PM
Well, i don't know how many people know this, but it's been about 28-30 hours since i uploaded my YouTube video on "MY VIEW on the elections", and it has garnered 235 likes on facebook, thanks to Temasek Reviews linking of my video, and 3000 views on YouTube.
You can view the linke from Temasek Reviews here: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.2014716414690.2124665.1447221147#!/permalink.php?story_fbid=170484469672366&id=190806675782 I just want to clarify, that i didn't post this video to gain publicity. I posted it solely to express my views. I'm just really surprised at the viewership. How it jumped so high in a mere 28-30hours. If you ask me if i wanted such publicity, no. I didn't really want it. But, i don't think i can do anything about it now. My parents have assure me that i'm not in trouble.. that's good, but still. It's such an awkward feeling.. |
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Monday, May 2, 20119:10 PM
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i don't know what to say;
8:46 PM
i don't know what to feel,
really. It could have been a rash statement that i made, because i was feeling so insecure at that time. Or maybe i backed off once i heard the truth because i didn't know if i really felt that way. i feel like my heart's in two places. WC was questioning me the other night, and it got me thinking again. Maybe i still like him, inwardly, and maybe just a little, but maybe i still do. I don't know. I'm so confused. What do i do? |
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Sunday, May 1, 20118:46 PM
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roar.
8:05 PM
See, i'm angry again.
#foreverranting Anyway. GOSH, i'm so annoyed. Kay, so inter-ministry bowling is tomorrow, and my sisters aren't going because they have homework to do. That means that only my brother and me are going. However, i just heard my mom tell my maid that my bro's gonna be at home for lunch tomor, which means... HE'S NOT GOING! So i double-checked with her why my brother wasn't coming. "Unlike you, your siblings have homework to do and have to study" What! ): How's it my fault if i can afford to spend my morning at inter-ministry bowl!! Is it my fault that i can manage my time efficiently unlike them? Seriously!? Sheesh, i don't know what she's trying to imply. I really have been mugging okay! Like from 9pm until 12mn or 1am. She just never sees me study, which leads her to assume that i'm not studying at hard. This just really makes me fume. I'm like "skjfdsalkfdjs !!!!" in my head now. Ugh. Then again, she may have just said that on impulse and by accident. My conscience is clear, i don't care. |
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Saturday, April 30, 20116:49 PM
i feel like changing from blogger to xanga or wordpress.
I'm just saying. Anyway, onto another topic: Birthday Post I know, i know, i kept saying how i would make a post about it, but i haven't done so. No, this isn't the birthday post. But, i don't feel like writing about it because what happened on the day itself, as well as the remainder of that week, wasn't in a way, the best start to my sixteenth year of life. Really. Half of me was just being paranoid, but the other half of me cannot forget how terrible that week had seemed. I've inevitably forgiven the people who i believe have hurt me. (As expected). Still though, i'm kind of afraid of putting into words my feelings from that day, and that week. Maybe...later when i've fully calmed down. I should start putting happier posts, but it's funny, because i don't really know if anyone ever reads these things anymore. Heh. Also, i've learnt how to store memories in my head, and on tumblr. Oh. I feel like getting a new blogskin because the current one is really quite annoying. I can't put colours in my post and the italicized and bolded words look quite funny. I need time for so many things now, but time, is running out. I can't delete my past, but i can move forward. I must learn to be a happier girl, and think happier thoughts. Also, i'm sorry i've neglected my poetry writing skills. I miss writing poetry, but it takes ever so long for me to rephrase my feelings, thoughts and expressions into very complicated words and sentences with awkward verse structures. (Yes, i usually only write poems about sad and disturbing, or rather angsty and angry emotions, ha.) Well, studies come first. I know that now. Also, ACJC's MASS DANCE VIDEO 2011 is on YouTube. I came across it by accident while searching for a particular tertiary institutions dance video, and from that one video that i viewed, i'm entirely convinced now that by hook or by crook, i definitely must make it to ACJC. I really really really must. Just look at the way everybody is dancing in that video. Seriously. I. Have. To. Become. An. ACJC. Student. AH! Alright, it ends now. I'm tired from today's activities. I will NOT be reviewing my own post to check for spelling and grammatical errors, so have fun spotting them. Haha. I think i shall start putting more quotes and happy tumblr picture on my blog, and i shall, i WILL, learn to be a happier girl. (: |
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i'm schrizophrenic
Friday, April 29, 20119:37 PM
i don't really know if it's true.
but it sure feels like it is. i just shouted at my brother for no apparent reason. seriously. what did i do that for. gosh. i feel so guilty now, but i'm not going to apologize to him. its just...weird. and i deactivated facebook. just in case you were wondering. |
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7:24 PM
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Wednesday, April 27, 20118:37 PM
"Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be… loved."
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Sunday, April 24, 20119:39 PM
i haven't blogged about my birthday! :o
but i shall do that soon! (: |
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the truth
Saturday, April 23, 20119:15 PM
Dear General Public:
This post should not be viewed unless absolutely certain that one will not have an adverse reaction to reading about the sad dismiss of this wonderful person. I was just browsing through my pile of Learning Lab worksheets on my table when i came across this particular worksheet:  I came across it, and i remembered; this was the last presentation worksheet that Ms Sng handed out to us. No, i did not feel a sudden rush of emotion overwhelm me. Sorry to say, but i really didn't behave like how they do in the movies. I stared at it. I still remember Ms Sng telling us : Please, go home and plan your presentation. I think it's very interesting, and i can already think of people with whom i'd definitely like to have lunch with! She said it in such an excitable and enthusiastic manner, and i can still remember the exact tone of voice she had, the way she smile, and the way she laughed at the thought of doing this presentation herself. And then as i'm thinking this, i remember how, when we walked into class the next week, she wasn't there to hear our presentations anymore. She wasn't ever coming back. And although i was dismayed at the fact we had a new teacher, Mr Vignesh, we still had to present. I remember how Ms Sng used to be really excited at making us do any sort of presentations, and how she was ever so encouraging about it:  If i'm not mistaken, this was the last comment sheet she gave me. See the irony in all of this? The last presentation i did, was during the March Holidays if i'm not wrong, and one of the presentation questions we could answer was : What makes you happy, and why? I tried to do a complicated one, and talked about how we should cherish the fact that we wake up alive every morning, because many people take this for granted. I talked about the beautiful repetitive clouds in the sky that made the sky seem like an endless canvas, and yet, everytime i look back at this comment sheet, the words : "REALLY loved your point about being alive!" Keep hitting me like a force of strong wind. In my heart, i almost wish i didn't even bring up this point. IF we were to write a story about my life in TLL, ms sng's life, or anything to do with the teacher-student relation between us, i'd say that this presentation of mine, was almost as if it was foreshadowing her passing. I feel so ignorant for writing it, yet, how would we have known. Call me an obsessive literature student if you must, but i really really feel as if by writing this point down and by voicing it in my presentatation, it was a bad omen brought to life. I can safely say now, that i no longer feel afraid to mention her passing, or talk about it, but i really disliked how some people dismissed my feelings of her passing. They assumed that as she was a teacher of mine, i wouldn't be as sad as to that if it was a relative of mine. They misunderstand. She wasn't just a teacher, she was a Learning Lab teacher, and she loved our class very much. Sure, she complained about us being un-responsive and pretty dead, but she never left teaching us, and continued to deal with my stupid comments and bimbotic answers. She was wonderful. She was encouraging. You don't get "encouraging" from many teachers nowadays.  LOOK AT THIS. I only got half the marks for this passage, and she wrote, "good effort!", and even added a dog sticker! If this isn't encouraging, then, i don't know what is! Really... I miss her. I didn't suddenly feel "sad" or whatever, or regret cherishing her when she was around, because the fact is : SHE WAS A GOOD TEACHER FROM THE START. I'm not writing down how great she was because she's now gone. I GENUINELY THOUGHT SHE WAS GREAT. I'm just melancholic over how soon this was. Really, we wouldn't have expected it. I quote Grayson Kent from Drop Dead Diva: "There are 4 stages of grieving: Denial, Anger, Depression, and Acceptance" If i'm not mistaken, i'm probably at the last stage. Also, i'm gonna miss one more thing: Being called "Jacqui". Hm, it's a nice nickname, if you ask me. Firstly, it's french, and therefore not some terrible singaporean slang form of my name. Secondly, it sounds cool when she says it. Hee (: I can still recall how the first time she spelt my nickname on the B&J's Ice Cream Envelope, i immediately interjected in a sing-song voice: Ms Sng~ You spelt my name, wrongly~ To which she promptly replied that, no, that is how she spells my name. I was actually quite afraid of her fierceness in replying me. Anyway, i'm just here to blog properly about what i previously haven't. I just, really wanted to remember all these things properly. Yes, i miss her, and yes, our whole class misses her. But hey, life moves on, she's somewhere happier now, and i'm glad that i had the chance to be taught by this wonderful lawyer-cum-entrepreneur-cum-LearningLabTeacher. (: Thank you Ms Sng, for approximately 3 years of wonderful english tuition, you were a great teacher♥ |
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WEST COAST PLAZA♥
Sunday, April 17, 20118:57 PM
I'm so happy! Heehee! :D Kimberly & Grace made a pink board for me for my birthday! (:  They gave it to me at the start of YLs, and i was afraid to look at it! haha! Damien & Tim drew a camel on it, and it's so kewt, really! (: Then Chris pasted an oreo packet onto the board using double-sided tape, and it was really hard to get off! (: THANK YOU SO MUCH KIMBERLY, GRACE, DAMIEN, TIM, AND CHRIS ♥ Then went with Kim & Grace to WCP to sit in our little hidey corner & drink starbucks ;) So much fun! We just sat there, took polaroids, and talked. (: I love you both very much! ♥   (the words on this one look japanese! ^^) I genuinely feel loved :> My real birthday isn't until the 20th though. Haha. OH! And nicole chia was so cute, she texted me this morning because she thought that my real birthday was today! Heehee! Thank you nicoleeee, i love you too! (: KAY, I'M EXCITED FOR THE 20TH OF APRIL NOW!! (:  |
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vlog: i'm just saying
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so many things just swimming around in my head
Saturday, April 16, 20118:27 PM
So many thoughts.
I should've blogged more often, but really, i've got more crucial things to do in life. Like Homework. Sigh. There's so much for me to say! And some really exciting things have happened over the past week!(: I would write it all down here, but oh.. I'm tired now... :s I'll make vlogs soon if i can, it's faster, and...easier? Haha. Well, here's one: He told me he liked me yesterday! ^^v And i immediately got butterflies :> Heehee. Do you know how nice that feels? Bet'cha don't! HA. Aw, i could be swimming around in pure happiness now (: And anyway, my mind's currently still in the clouds, and i'm feeling pretty blissful. There's a lot more than just that that has made my week! :> On a more frustrating side-note: "Time is precious. We shouldn't ever waste it waiting on people, who don't deserve it." Yeah, i copy+pasted from my facebook status. I'm lazy to retype it, haha. Really though. I don't want to name names, but, here's the sitch: If you mention that we should talk on the phone on that day, you should at least stick to your word. I mean, i would totally understand if you reject the suggestion because your busy/have to wake up early, and lots of other things. I'm not unreasonable. I'm considerate, i'm okay with that. BUT, I'm NOT okay with: You, being the one to say that we Should talk on the phone. Because after that, i ask you if 12mn is okay, and you say yes. So i finish up my stuff, then when i ask you again at 12:08am if i can call, you reply me at 12:30am and go "oh, i just realised i have to wake up at 6am tomor, sorry". I BEG YOUR PARDON?? Did i just spend 30minutes of my life waiting on you. WAITING ON YOU. You were the one to make the suggestion, keep your word, don't change things at the last minute. I guess people might say i'm being petty and short-tempered about this "little" problem, but really, i'm not. This has happened for most weeks, and as i said before, i'm not inconsiderate. I just really cannot stand how you keep going back on your word. I'm fine not talking to you on the phone, we'll catch up in other ways. Sheesh. Is it really so hard for you to keep to your word? (this is really just making doubt my ability to trust you more, and more. You can't even keep your word with simple things like this...) ANYWAY, i'm still pretty blissful now, happy, and content. I hope i can find time to make vlogs soon, my YouTube channel is stagnant now. Ha.Ha. (: |
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4GY WE SUPAFLY ♥
Friday, April 15, 20119:43 PM
This year's class cheer was a blast!
Haha. Us Sec4s are really competitive, and our class really didn't expect to win cheer this year! :p We placed SECOND! ♫ 4PR got first, and 4CO got third. But hey! We're 4GY ;) And you know, even though i'm still reveling in shock, i'm still really proud of our class for getting second (: COS YOU WANNA BE FLY LIKE A GY! ♥  (some of us monkeys ;) Credits to Jenny for the Polaroid ) |
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ah, he's so wonderful
7:52 PM
i'm gonna marry him one day :>
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Wednesday, April 13, 201111:27 PM
i've been posting on my tumblr lately.
Just incase anyone's wondering where i've been. I guess i just didn't think of blogging for awhile. I deactivated facebook. And i seem to be much less paranoid, and much happier. Hooray!(: |
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hipster triangles ▲
Tuesday, April 12, 20119:53 PM
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'cause we're cool like that. |
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Double-edged swords
Sunday, April 10, 20115:50 PM
I took this from Michelle's blog because i found it, amusing. (: It's an interesting read. (: You Should Date An Illiterate Girl Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice. Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same. Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love. Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick. Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived. Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness. Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you. |
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Airport
Sunday, April 3, 20115:45 PM
We sat there waiting.
"17:54pm" it read on my digital watch. The sign on the televised screen of arriving planes still remained the same. "Confirmed", it read in white words highlighted by a block, blood red in colour. The seconds were ticking by. Patiently, we waited. A young girl, probably in her mid-twenties, was dressed in a beige dress. The hem line of the dress ended about 3 inches above her knees. She looked... refined. Just by watching her, you could see the impatience in her eyes. In the way she carried herself. She leaned against the back of the chair, fiddling with her phone, crossing one leg over the other, then uncrossing them, then crossing them again. And as i sat there, i couldn't help but wonder, who exactly was she waiting for... A man, three seats down from her. A japanese man, from the looks of it. He too, was waiting. With his curly hair, and round rimmed glasses, he leaned forward in his seat. He glanced around the arrival hall, and stared in the direction of the glass panel. The glass panel that separated those arriving from those waiting. He stared through the glass panel, almost willing whoever he was waiting for, to suddenly appear, so that he too, may leave. Two little boys, one dressed in a blue shirt, the other in a brown one, ran towards the glass panel, screaming "Daddy! Daddy!" The taller one, who i assume to be the older brother, pointed at the smartly dressed man in a black suit through the glass wall, all the while jumping up and down. There was a look of pure excitement, pure joy, and pure happiness in his face. The way his smile wasn't only seen from literally the shape of his mouth, but also from the sparkle in his eyes. The way he turned back towards his mother, pointed ahead, and said: "daddy." He said it with such conviction, almost as if he hadn't seen his father in quite a while. That though, is a side of the story that we'll never know. Behind the glass panel, the man in a black suit stopped in his track. He smiled, a genuinely happy, and somewhat, from the looks of it, grateful smile. He stopped, and he waved at the two excited little boys, jumping up and down only a few metres away from him. The only thing that had probably stopped him from running towards them to carry them in his arms, was this glass panel. As he continued towards the sliding doors that would mark the gateway and the unification of his family, his little boys, and their mother, ran parallel alongside him... A young man, dressed smartly, just like the previous. Much more youthful in comparison to the first though. That same girl, she suddenly sat up in her seat, sat straight up. Poised, and... ready. Ready for what, i couldn't tell then. She took out her phone, a blackberry, and started fiddling with it again. She sat up straight, and she looked alert, so alert in a sense that she was comparable to a meerkat. She sat ramrod straight, and stared intently through the glass panel. Her gaze didn't differ for even a second, she stared hard, almost willing the glass panel to melt, and then, he appeared. That same young man, he appeared in her view. And almost like an excitable little child, she jumped up, her three inch heels not exactly the best source of balance, and she smiled a demure smile in his direction. He too smiled back. Then both of them, walked paralled to each other, to the same point where those arriving, met those who had been waiting. They hugged each other tightly, a quick peck on the cheek, and off they went. Their longing to be with each other again, was so very evident in the way they both conducted themselves around each other. Another unification again, of people, of feelings, of memories. Now, it was "18:16" on my digital watch, and yet, after checking once more, the plane still had not landed. My siblings were getting impatient. My sister and i refused to move from the spot infront of the televised screen. We stared at the screen, at the flight that was supposed to have arrived from Manado, Indonesia by now. We stared at it, willing the words "confirmed" to change to "landed". I suppose that we stood there for a whole good 2 minutes, and finally, finally, the words changed to "landed". They were no longer highlighted in red, but now, green. We ran back to where our mother was seated, and we informed her of this great news. We too then, joined the people standing right infront of the glass panel. As if we too, just by staring straight through it, would will him to appear in the arrival hall sooner. "18:22", and he finally appeared. Dressed the way he usually did: long sleeve shirt, black pants, and black dress shoes. He spotted us, and waved in our direction. Immediately, my sister became an exact replica of the two young boys i had seen earlier, excitedly jumping up and down, and waving maniacally. We all walked to the sliding doors. The doors that separated us from being together. And as he walked through, all of us, all six of us, converged around him, and formed a great big hugging circle. I was, relieved in a sense, that he was back home. But the greatest impact of his return, was on my mother, who had had a stressful day that day, sending, fetching and worrying about her four troublemakers. It had only been a day of separation, but we were all glad. Glad for my father's return. A family, would not really feel complete with one member missing, and even if it was for the shortest time, for only about a day, each member of the family would feel as though something was amiss. Something that was intangible, and something would feel unusual, but definitely, there would be a sense of longing, for that person's return. A glass panel, served as a barrier, and though it was a barrier, many appeared to be able to "knock it down" just by willing the person on the other side to reciprocate some kind of reaction to their heartfelt smiles of joy. It was an amusing thing really, how this barrier almost seemed invisible from the way people on either sides reacted to its' presence. A young boy and his father, and a young girl and a young man. For my father's return, i was glad. But my mother, was the happiest of all. And as we walked towards the exit of the arrival hall, heading in the direction of the carpark, i submerged myself in the atmosphere i was surrounded in, and just took it all in. The way my little brother struggled with tolling my father's luggage, and yet remained happy, the way my two sisters would sing songs, talk and do a walk-skip kind of action, the way my father and mother held hands, walking side by side, discussing matter only known to them, and the way my mother laughed, her hearty cheerful laugh, one i had not heard in quite a while. I was surrounded by my family, not just physically, but emotionally as well, encompassed in a sphere of love, untangible, and yet, definitely present. |
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Lunch
5:16 PM
My grandparents' brought me to eat Kway Chap at the Serangoon Gardens Hawker Centre on saturday. If you think about it, the thought of eating pig stomach and intestines really makes you cringe, but when you're unaware of it, and accidentally eat it, you actually realise how scrumptious it tastes. Seriously. And i feel like eating it again! I think this dish should go onto my list of Favourite Foods! YUMZ. (:
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To Mingsheng:
Thursday, March 31, 20119:27 PM
I know he's going to read this :D
Haha. MINGSHENG; Thank you for always cheering me up and making me smile after i've had a bad day. Thank you for telling me funny and amusing things. Thank you (and nagato) for talking to RT for me, because i absolutely dislike RT. (That's another story...) Thank you for being an honest and sincere friend, and for the lovely compliments that never fail to make my day. Basically, i'm just grateful to have such a caring friend like you. (: |
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Irony
Monday, March 28, 20118:50 PM
I told myself i wouldn't get on the computer today, but ho-hum, i'm sitting here infront of the screen checking on my facebook, twitter, and now i'm blogging.
I seriously need to improve on self-control. But then again, i'm kinda depressed now, and i don't feel like studying. :/ I don't really know why i'm "Depressed", i guess i just don't feel at ease right now. I guess, i'm thinking too much, again. Emath test on Algebra and Probability tomorrow! Wish me luck ;) I hope i get above 20 this time round! *fingers crossed* And oh help, i seriously need birthday ideas! What am i suppose to do for my birthday?! And yes, i really need to go shopping soon. I need ballet flats, i don't have any because mine all wore out last year! :p I would like a hoodie, the pullover kind -with a hood!-, and preferably it'd be in rose pink colour (: I would like a lomographic camera (: Then again, even if i don't get the aforementioned, i'm still a reasonably happy girl, i suppose.. By the way, i suppose if you're reading this post, you've probably noted my birthday on the side-bar of the blog, but if you've seen facebook, you may or may not know that i've removed it. I guess this year, i don't really want people wishing me "happy birthday" on facebook, just because my name appeared under the "events" bar in the right column. I suppose that people who are truly and really my friends, need not look at facebook to remember my birthday. I suppose there are always the some who do Sincerely want to wish me, yet don't know when my birthday is, but people like those...they'll find out one way or another. They don't need facebook to tell them(: (Prepare to hear my rant now!) I'm sorry to say, but i actually DON'T LIKE being wished "happy birthday" on facebook. Especially when people post on your wall and they only type something like "Happy Birthday!" or "Happy Birthday!(:". I mean, really? Did they really care that it was my birthday in the first place? Probably not. Then why do they bother posting such things on my wall? Oh, because i opened facebook, saw her name in my right sidebar under events as a birthday, so i guess, why not? I'll just wish her happy birthday. Don't lie, i know many people do that. You don't actually know when it's that person's birthday, but because her name appears in the facebook sidebar, you feel slightly compelled to write a simple two words worth of well wishes on her wall. But in actual fact, did you care that it was her birthday? No. Did you really genuinely want to wish her? No. You just wished her because you found out it was her birthday. And as such, i decided to remove my birthday from facebook. I don't need my "friends" wishing me on facebook. My real friends will call me up at midnight and text me during the course of the day itself. I don't need my facebook "friends" to wish me. Heck, some of them probably don't even care! I agree though, it IS NICE to receive many wishes on your wall, but then again, if they're not sincere, then, why bother? I'm not gonna lie. It's true. Sometimes, i wish people on facebook because i feel complied to, and their name in the sidebar of the facebook homepage is staring at me. But i guess sometimes, i really do genuinely want to wish people. So i'm stuck in a dilemma. Post the birthday or not? And i guess, well, i've still got approximately 20 plus days to decide. But oh, the thought of receiving ingenuine wishes just irks me. And also, when i think about it, all those friends who really matter to me, i know their birthday by heart. I don't even need to check my calender. Kimberly-3rdJune Grace-20thJuly Yiling-6thJune NicoleChin-7thJune etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. So really, in this age of advanced technologies, everything's becoming more impersonal, and less heartfelt and genuine. I don't like how this is the world of today, yet, what can i do about it? But here's food for thought: even if you have 500 friends on facebook, how many of them, would you trust with your life? Or how many of them would actually be there for you in your time of need? If you tell me it's more than 10, you're probably lying to yourself. But then again, it's "Facebook". So ah, what the heck, this time, i'll just go with the flow~ (and no, my birthday will not go back up there...i think, Ha.Ha.) |
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Sunday, March 27, 20119:27 PM
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9:23 PM
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