blessed be.

i was browsing through the msn contacts list and came across yuhan's msn nickname. thou it was nothing t marvel at, it was certainly something that struck me, to linger at that thought, playing with it in the hands of my mind.

to quote : its the simple things in life we forgot.

simple, no? i highly doubt this little cache comes unfamiliar t you. perhaps you have always dismiss it as one of those oxymoronic phrases, that brims with sentimental meanings, but doesnt strike a chord in your heart strings, one of those little jingle you find in perfume-laden giftshops, where you scour for those meaningful little gifts with meaningless purpose to give to strangers you dont really know. comphrehend, non?

alright, returning back to my issue. its the simplest things in life that we often take for granted, because its always there, so fixed, a presence in your everydays routine that you barely take significant notice of it. the subtle blessings of home, did it ever occur to you, somewhere out there, a teen exactly your age, might be wondering which park bench to sleep on tonight? which bench, will hide her from the cruelties of this harsh world, which ordinary wooden furniture would keep her from being raped during her slumber? Did it struck you, that at another corner of this world, another teenager is comtemplating which store would she nick an apple or pear from? which store manager is only half alert, so she could sneak an apple, to last her for the oncoming two days? did it dawned to you, that there are kids in this world who's parents dont appear at your doorway every ten minutes, to advise you to stop banging on your keyboard and start revising? and they dont tell you that your music is too loud? why? because they are busy getting drunk on the bottle, or too busy whoring the night away, to care for the welfare of their children.

did you?

to be continued-

homecoming

blogging has seriously becoming excruciatingly boring.

i made it a point not to speak so much of my personal life, as opposed to what i would like to share with you. things more in depth. but embarrassingly, i ve ran out of things i wish to talk about.

maybe im not really the blogging air-your-views-and-hang-your-dirty-laundry type.

But what if im here, whining about how my DNT folio is all screwed up and how im going to drop dead from all the stress and how my chemistry results totally suck, those inane superficial things that goes on in the daily rountines of my life, would you be interested?

OR would you much prefer i hang the class's dirty socks out to dry, reporting on who and who is hooking up or breaking up. who's the bitchiest skank in our class,how i totally cannot stand her, but ohgolly, you see me hanging out with her in school the very next day? in short, being no different to the aunties who hang around the wet market all day, fulfilling their part as a stereotypical old gossipy hag.

would you sit up straighter and soak in every juicy word?

if i would been writing a post, with a familiar name in every line, telling you what THEY ve been up to. would you then enter my blog as one of your favourites?

would you.

; hands in mine, into your icy blues.
and then i say to you,
we can take to the highway
with this truck of ammunition too.

trying.

somebody jst shoot me please.

rose-tinted glasses.

something's not right, knocked askew. This sense of consternation is tainting my concentration with disturbing black spots, ruining this perfectly painted, flawlessly glossed picture in my mind with dark slashes of disquiet & trepidation.

but WHAT ?


Fluff & whipped cream adorned the surface, everything was seemingly cotton candy sweet. Do i really have to bite the apple to discover the poison, a second too late? Hmming & hawing my way through this entry, my uncertainty is blatantly conspicuous. The alternate pathway down this road is to duck and wait, in anticipation for the explosion yet t come, with a bang, i might add.


If memory serves well, stirring up dispensable trouble is certainly my forte. Though its not something not exactly to flaunt about.


Lets all lay low together,




and wait.

being the lovely lovely person i am, i shall write another "normal" entry for qiaozhen's sake.
(:

t the two of you-

if you have really resolved all your misunderstandings & differences, then it makes me so happy t tell you that you all have made one of my sweet sixteenth wishes come true. (:

honest ;

(:


ughs, i feel sick. must be the cadbury diary milk i wolfed down tday.

SEE LA, SHAHRIL & QZ, NEVER STOP ME FROM BUYING. NOW IM NURSING A FUCKING FEVER. ALL YOU PEOPLE'S FAULT LA. SPOIL ME ROTTEN. (:

but i still love you both (:
<33s


JIAYI : MUG HARD! <33 shall be here, rooting you on, doll. (:




psssst : is this "normal" enough? (;

because of all of you who cant understand my posts, my use of vocab now stinks t high heaven. pouts- ):

hurry, feel sorry for me.
i do adore t be pampered. (:

memories.

it was this one day of every year, everyone of us anticipates.

thanks t all of you, my sweet sixteenth is unforgettable.


08.07.06
i ditched the last two chemistry practical and napped in the sick bay. rejuventaing, i say. (:
rush down t causeway pt with shahril & qz. pris, joyce, denise, john & eugene were alr there. initially, we wanted t catch a lot like love, but turns out we were too late. ): so we bot tickets for the fantastic four instead. the movie was great, i laughed myself sick. (: yeapps, sounding like a fucking hyena. anw, met up with weiping & samson. the sweeties surprised me with a swensen's ice-cream cake. yes, i was fucking trying not t shed any tears, in danger of looking like a total bimbo. so these lil angels decided t grow horns and smear me upside down with whipped cream. oh Lord, it was all over me! pris went trigger happy and snap a couple of shots of me looking like fucking santa claus with his beard in the wrong places. (: it then morphed into a full fledged whip cream war, between me eugene weiping & pris. roars- washing my face helps so little. IT STINKS. but being the maganimous person i am. i forgave them (:
said our goodbyes, shahril& qz had trng, while eugene & der had t get home. Me, pris, joyce, weiping met up with justin, ben and jeenson at Sun plaza t watch Inital D. SWOONS. racing plus hunks do make an attractive appeal, i so fucking swear. muhahahah. after the movie it was late, and being the sweeties guys they were, jeenson, justin and ben sent me t my doorstep. awww, sint that touching.

09.07.89
met up with mel & ying at the station as we headed down t town. carolyn, han, ling & tong were already there. they gave me so many of these food! and a ripcurl bottle. yes yes YES, i love drinking, CAN? muahahah. ate swensens, sadly, the baked rice slipped in standard. the sweethearts then order for me this firehouse and started singing , no, HOLLARING the birthday song for everyone from orchard to pasir ris t hear. (: went t snap a couple of prints. and walked around. unfortunately i have t get home by 5:30 so everyone split early.

being so dead shagged, i jst dragged my feet to the social lounge, where my family planned a lil gathering to celebrate my birthday. all the adults were like singing and chatting, while the youngs uns were running around and screaming while i idled the time away in one corner, when SUDDENLY, this group of nuts( pris, joyce, der, waiming & wenwei) burst into the room with this huge HUGE apple strudel, and started singing happy birthday. Dear lord, imagine how shocked i was ! i could barely utter a peep. Saying i was touched would be a fucking understatement. I was THIS close t tears. OHMYGOD. its times like this, you feel so blessed, to have so many friends caring for you, planning for you. At that moment, i made peace with the screwed up world. (: we played and slacked till 10 plus close to 11. yeapps, these sweeties then pushed me into the pool, and ran away, laughing like fucking clowns.


this sixteenth birthday will be etched into my ming forver, tucked away in a special corner, only to be taken out t be savoured at rare times. I <33 all of you so much, words are useless. This Sweet Sixteenth is indeed so sweet, so precious to me.



<33s to those who texted me birthday greetings. be it midnight, morning, noon or even night.
at least you remembered. (:
(by timing) : shahril, jiayi, eugene, kahying, yvonne, jeenson, norvin, benjamin, qiaozhen, gekting, michelle, carolyn, xinying,tong, faris, john, rahila, joyce, samantha, jiayi AGAIN (:, xiaowei, yuting, vivien, jieying, christina, raymond, karen, geraldine, wenwei, waiming, carol, mel.C, jolinna.
I ADORE YOU ALL!


being so excited and blissful, i apologize for the way this post was written. so totally no standard, i know. (:

Out, the servants poured
from the fuchsia chamber
As passion ravaged to unfold
upon that satin number
Top to bottom, back to front
An insatiable hunger

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