I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here
I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.
As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.
Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.
But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.
To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are
<3 M
marlz. daughter. sister. friend. cousin. girl. 1988. born to die.
perjantaina, elokuuta 13, 2004
suomen kieli
suomen kieli. minun äidin kieli. minulle se on niin kaunis, en voi sanoa. mutta minäkin olen vähän syylinen, yhtä syylinen kun minun kiinalaiset kaverit, ja en ole hyvä suomen kielin käytämillä. mutta vaikka minä en ole niin hyvä, ja puhun vähän murretta kuin minun isä, minä koitan olla hyvä suomalainen, ja käytän mun äidin kielini kun voin. olen ylpeä olla Suomalainen. maame ja meidä kieli ovat tärkeä ja ovat mitä erota Suomalaiset.
so...aft my long beauty sleep i wake up feeling bad. stupid. some note for ppl tagging.
The Basis : like i said, i dun wish to criticise. but you were harsh this time, harsh enough to make others feel that you look down on us. thats what we felt, and you can't change that. all we're trying to say is "hey, you could've handled it in a better way". thats all. we know what you mean. insults. they were not necessary. particularly against a group of people who can't, and wouldn't have the heart to say anything back. and about emotions. i still dun understand why guys think it is a weakness to cry. it isn't. i cry, alot, when alone. it is, in the end, just way of expressing your emotions. girls would understand. i guess you can't since you're not one.
oke : they need to re build themselves. that i understand. however, i still think we ought to help them. we can't do that forever, i know. but still, its OUR council, whether we like it or not, and i can't help but think that they need someone to guide them. and that we shouldn't let mrs pang down. its her council, and well. when we came in, it was in working order. somehow, along the way, things turned sour. perhaps, its up to us to help them. i don't know. but i won't give up just yet. not just yet.
well...nothing more to add? just feeling abit down now. dunno why also. perhaps, its bcos i'm thinking of mon cher frère...le cauchemar...yes you...je t'aime davantage que vous pouvez imaginer...jouez-moi un plus de tour magique...est mon sisterly amour
on a dégrossi? don't let it be so...aimez-moi avec autant coeur que je t'aime...peut-être notre douleur partira...sigh
lets get everything over with for now. move on. like we have before.
8/13/2004 11:13:00 ap.