tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62580902011-07-14T00:47:50.605Zthrough almond eyessweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.comBlogger5551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-31432958544341138662007-05-14T07:23:00.000Z2007-05-14T07:24:12.723Z

This one's specially for Adelyn and those who are wondering how I've been. Yep. YOU. You know who you are. =) I'm in place where I'm okay. A little insecure, a little ruffled in spirit, but at least I'm safe and warm. It is where I had wanted to return to, and I am very happy that I have.It was quite a long way home, and I watched the trees fly by, like dark green pins drawn on blue skies. The

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-20007180489407072302007-01-16T14:07:00.000Z2007-01-16T14:15:15.982Z

if you're trying to make me hate you and leave, you're damn well succeeding.i'm not even going to go on with the intended mushy stuff. the i love you so much and don't want to hurt you crap. because its just turned into that, its crap.i don't appreciate being told to "better do" something. it would be nice if you could say please or thank you once in a while.i don't appreciate you always looking

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-77918471990711108062007-01-14T07:40:00.000Z2007-01-14T07:41:47.532Z

i just don't care all that much about you. if you really want to know, it borders on polite curiosity and total nonchalance.don't say i didn't tell youmarlz

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-9109159398610159862007-01-10T14:17:00.000Z2007-01-10T14:21:38.045Z

don't for one moment think i believe you're unafraid to kill me. i stare down the barrel of that sleek black instrument of yours, and i see it quiver. you tremble when you take a drag on that cigarette and fix your beady eyes on me. you tremble when you trace a line down my cheek with that gun of yours. you sit back and laugh, but i see that stirring of animalistic fear in your peepers. before

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-16715100058367975792007-01-09T09:04:00.000Z2007-01-09T09:12:59.537Z

this morning was a mad rush. after an "urgent" call, putting clothes on in crazy time, and then flying out of the house i ended up a relief teacher.yep. english and english literature at chai chee sec. the students were quite scary, some very gatal, and so many asked stupid questions about where i'm from, which i expected.at least the older teachers are nice and friendly, and i'm not alone.

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-31000796552504763962007-01-08T05:58:00.000Z2008-12-13T06:53:36.950Z

i went on a nice walk yesterday at my favourite place in singapore, and at this point, the world.gorgeousthe best place to be alone. in fact, i much rather be alone there than have company, somehow it would just spoil things to have someone muddling around there with you.marlz

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-67190560968771217202007-01-07T17:36:00.000Z2007-01-07T17:43:39.632Z

you're always telling me what you don't like about mewhat about telling me what you like about without probing? when is that going to happen?i'm trying very hard to send out a signal here. don't tell me what to do all the time, because lets face it, i more or less know what i am doing. i know abt the things i am into, and i stall about things because i'm thinking carefully about the decision so

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-12077302254000225712007-01-06T17:55:00.000Z2007-01-06T17:59:02.647Z

so. i changed the layout. i think its rather pretty, but i haven't put up the links of the tagboard.i'm feeling annoyed because everything is so damn uncertain. i don't know if i'll get a job, and i don't know if i will pass my A lvls, lets not even delve into the "Getting Good Results" part, because i'm not miss smarty pants.there is, however, one thing that IS certain, and IS going to happen,

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-3884780784857084702007-01-03T10:25:00.000Z2007-01-03T10:33:38.747Z

as if my body is on clockwork, i woke up at 6 today for prayers and found i couldn't sleep again like i usually do. a total break from my usual nocturnal habits, and it has to be more than a coincidence that its on the first day of school. since i couldn't sleep anyway, i did myself a huge favour and went to the library, now that all my fines are cleared. its been ages since i stepped in there,

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-84253250822490537042007-01-02T23:10:00.000Z2007-01-02T23:12:38.089Z

i'm starting to get old. i'm sure i spy the shadow of a wrinkle play around my eye when i smile. haha.my new year didn't start to great. blogger is always dying on me, and i hope your new year is good.all i meant to say was, happy new year. hopefully great things happen to you this year.marlz

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-34592795122566875502006-12-24T05:34:00.000Z2006-12-24T05:47:46.080Z

so drink glogg! hahaso today, at last, is christmas eve. its gone okay so far, except for the fact that my brother slammed my mp3 on the table with a great amount of force. which has made me angry, and it sucks. i don't like 1. that he did it just because he was being spiteful 2. that i have to be angry on christmas eve (and no, i can't change the way i feel) 3. that my mp3 has already been

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1166460984983823402006-12-18T16:50:00.000Z2006-12-18T16:58:38.893Z

i've tried to restrain my well, creative juices for now and focus them on some other projects, but being someone of a wild imagination, this rhyme or song or creative scribbling wrote itself.BEAR WITH ME (and here it goes) :i can't help but look out on that empty corridorplace all my life's wishes on your vision at my doori miss you babethat's all you need to knowi don't know who you arenor where

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1166348933772441762006-12-17T09:41:00.000Z2006-12-17T09:48:53.803Z

i feel abit weird because i've been told that my dad's godfather's wife died. seems like a bit of a stretch in terms of connection but well, i knew her as a nice woman.i met her a few times when i was in finland last and she was so amiable. i probably saw her before too, when i was young but i don't remember. what i do remember of her, however, was that she was a good friend to my grandparents,

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1165939243903288682006-12-12T15:55:00.000Z2006-12-12T16:00:43.926Z

i know the title is totally random, but my back is aching and i want to blog and have no idea what to blog about :the moral of the story is that i can't take pictures without looking dorky, so don't try to snap one of me, like my brother did to tease me here. and also, i have fat thighs.oh and by the way, i really do like wearing black. just in case my mom is reading this. rainbow/pastel/primary/

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1165666715140035092006-12-09T12:04:00.000Z2006-12-09T12:18:35.773Z

like i told huda, i've been a total antisocial hermit who has refused to leave the house days on end. and then i only leave at night to a place where presumably there are no people that i may run into and then spend hours .did i mention i wake at mid day, sometimes later, and stay awake roughly till 4.nocturnal roaming : checkreversed biological clock : checkfair skin: checkstrange looking:

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1165161536978785902006-12-03T15:42:00.000Z2006-12-03T15:58:57.013Z

i feel cloistered and confined. its irritating.and i've no idea why. i've been feeling sad these days alot, so i compensate by trying to listen more and watch more and rest more and do a whole lot of other things just to stop myself from thinking.if i may quote jacob : you think too much.i do. i admit i do. i admit i'm partial to wild flights of imagination that take me across the globe and back

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1164815842212077602006-11-29T15:51:00.000Z2006-11-29T15:57:22.236Z

i really hate it when someone words the things they wish to express in a manner such that no one can understand what you're talking about. i don't profess to be an expert in communication or in the english language or any language for that matter. but i have a few rules to the way i communicate, since i believe in effective communication or none at all. i'll share! 1. remember who you are

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1164552957235866582006-11-26T14:33:00.000Z2006-11-26T14:55:57.263Z

i've seen this everywhere so i might as well do it :7 Random Facts About Mei've practically a uniform cupboard with nothing but uniforms and "home clothes" in it. and the Baju Kurungs. which is a sure sign i need to go shopping.i hate town and i hate going out. i only go to places that are relatively isolated, or where i don't have a great chance of bumping into anyone familiar.i like being alone

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1164131652251727732006-11-21T16:26:00.000Z2006-11-21T17:54:12.553Z

so so so.i know its one thing to be educated. and another thing to be well educated.and then its another thing to succeed when well educated, and then succeed without having a nice picture of your university graduation. i do like to do the primary school "waaaah" and die of awe when i see people with Dr. in front of their names, or who have walls plastered with certificates of this and that, and

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1163691946728321572006-11-16T15:42:00.000Z2006-11-16T15:45:46.730Z

yea i forgot! i think the feeling of freedom is really getting me forgetful.i know i'm probably the lamest person on earth, but i did say something mildly funny on msn with evie darling :marlz. antipop says:you know what i feel like i'm on holiday alreadymarlz. antipop says:yay. i am not a child but i can still dream.. says:totally.. i am not a child but i can still dream.. says:i didnt do

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1163691632919341622006-11-16T15:29:00.000Z2006-11-16T15:40:33.013Z

yea yea, so the A's aren't LEGITIMATELY over right. (omgdness, i totally had a Edmond moment. you know Edmond in King Lear? that whole soliloquy where he contemptuously repeats the word legitimate with disgust)but today did mark the day where i finished all the "heavy" papers. tuesday and wednesday were econs days. which wasn't too great. and then today was human geography, and the fact that i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1163512478272339202006-11-14T13:50:00.000Z2006-11-14T13:54:38.293Z

i am really quite pissed with myself because i screwed up a question, an ENTIRE question for econs paper 3. tomorrow and another cruel cycle of worrying, last minute cramming, worrying some more, contemplating your fate, and then after that a surge of excitement and emptiness.and the day afterand the day after.wonderful. i suppose you could always say that its the end. but hello. its only ever

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1162525171907838962006-11-03T03:25:00.000Z2006-11-03T03:39:31.936Z

so the A lvls came. crept up and scared the hell outta me. by the way hudzy-wudzy, i LOVE you for calling me on wednesday *muacks*. after the last time, i thank God i have friends like you, and nursila and whoever else called and sent messages to make sure i turn up!that day jacob sent me a message saying all the best which tickled me pink. 1. because he sent the message. 2. because the message

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1161432423013854892006-10-21T11:57:00.000Z2006-10-21T12:12:36.906Z

ahh! everything is so last minute. i managed to finish making the oatmeal choc chip. and next up is the choco-cornflakes. AND ITS 2 DAYS TO HARI RAYA. anyways. that wasn't the pt of the post. i actually wanted to wish ANEESHA a VERY HAPPY DIWALI (is that how you spell that? cos that's how you pronounce it). and also KUMUD BUDHRANI and RANJANI haha. i've not forgotten the 2 of you yet. and to

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1161267167002534952006-10-19T13:44:00.000Z2006-10-19T14:12:47.040Z

so so, i got a pen from my dad that brightened up my night. quite literally! there's this blue light that is so bright that it illuminates my whole room when its dark at night.i hate mock exams. but today's was quite ok. thought i wrote as normal. don't know how i'll do though.hari raya is in like 4 days and i'm so not motivated to go. the kuih's not even amde yet! and the curtains aren't going

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1161100292557039382006-10-17T14:26:00.000Z2006-10-17T15:51:32.830Z

the haze the haze. everyone keeps talking abt it. no wonder. usually when i peer out my window i can see across the border at this mountain/hill/conical landform thing that is jutting out in the horizon. BUT that day the haze made it disappear. the last time i remember having such poor visibility was a particularly FOGGY night in vilmanstrand. it was cold, not hot. and the air was damp but fresh,

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1160214026369863332006-10-07T09:39:00.000Z2006-10-07T09:44:22.846Z

the miss high on life drunkard wenqi sent me a forwarded email. now usually i delete them cos they are so irritating. BUT it was from her and i opened it. anyways, this was what was in it:forgive me for going soft here but i think its very inspiring. if you're wondering what its about, i nicked the info off youtube:Sometimes, a hug is all what we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1160136127110411422006-10-06T11:57:00.000Z2006-10-06T12:02:07.133Z

finally all the papers have been returned. my results aren't as bad as i had anticipated, but they aren't anything fantastic either.i was expecting bad bad bad marks for lit since i did the "against fruition" question, and because i felt terrible when i came out the hall on the last day. paper 4 i think. feeling terrible is always a good gauge as to whether you have done terribly or not.so i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1160056302895349422006-10-05T13:39:00.000Z2006-10-05T13:51:43.073Z

well, I DON'T THINK SO. hah. obviously you walk the path of life alone. whether or not you have life partner cos you and only you know yourself, your feelings and your thoughts, and you and only you live your life.buuut, that was not the point of titling this post in such a manner.actually i only did so because i had thought i was the only soul in singapore that likes the band HIM. BUT i was

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1159722974807538272006-10-01T16:27:00.000Z2006-10-01T17:16:15.290Z

my dad fixed the problem and so i am here at 12.21 am, blogging.its time for some mind exercise! i'm so tired of not thinking of something properly. i miss erudite cell! and since i need practice, i shall mentally discuss (and write to the best of my ability) a gp question in my gp essay question revision list.and the question is...Is knowledge an antidote to fear?and since i always have an

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1159159093545333472006-09-25T04:23:00.000Z2006-09-25T04:38:13.573Z

yet again, technology has failed me and as a result, i'm forced to blog from school. what happened was, after weeks of crankiness, my dad installed a security system that somehow disallows me access to any account that requires signing into. and therefore have 25 emails sitting unopened in my email account ( my brother, the last time i saw, had 114 and counting) and i can't even indulge in (for

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1157088090338104062006-09-01T05:11:00.000Z2006-09-02T14:44:32.573Z

a shoutout to my darling evelyn sim who NEVER fails to come through for me. i love you.despite it, i still am not feeling too great these past few days. maybe i should just die. it'll be a perfect solution.i feel the same as i did some years back, though i have loads more sense now. family aint makin it any easier though. and prelims round the corner make it a double whammy.that day i dreamt of

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1156344705592794622006-08-23T14:29:00.000Z2006-08-23T14:51:46.346Z

i'm gonna be random again. i know i'm always random. its positively idiotic, but SORRY, it happens cos i'm a random person. and cos my hair is brown. haha1. blessed is she that finds a man who is her best friends, her confidante, who understands all her plights, who is sensitive and who is willing to go shopping with her. cos she's found the one, and all that's left is to find out if the man is

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1156161208270857672006-08-21T11:45:00.000Z2006-08-21T12:02:00.993Z

so many videos! but there's a pt in this. the first video : this song was playing in my head most of the day.this song aint that metal, not quite in the typical style of apocalyptica. the cello quartet is haunting, but i don't quite like mr valo on this one. the song is a bit low for him i guess? he pulled it off but sounds abit distorted to me, like he's trying very hard to hit those low notes (

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1155735925855440642006-08-16T13:40:00.000Z2006-08-16T13:45:25.923Z

i toally screwed up the gp test today and i had no organization at all.it annoys me to no end that i was so lousy at writing that essay.the econs test went alright. much better than i have expected. at least i see improvement, maybe its because i've been consistently doing my work and seeing miss lim and making dumb comments in class which ms lim corrects and therefore all my dumb mistakes are

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1155481510093613602006-08-13T15:04:00.000Z2006-08-13T15:05:10.120Z

i'm irked out of my mind because my whole post just disappeared. ARGHanyways. i know i'm supposed to be on hiatus but i will vent a little. for now.so, me being miss i-can-tell-sharp-from-flat-most-of-the-time, this year's singapore idol has been quite a disappointment.like, seriously? i mean, why in the world are joakim and jasmine tye in the competition. is it me or has singapore's mobile phone

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1154527836357384042006-08-02T14:02:00.000Z2006-08-02T14:10:36.756Z

i'm bloody sick and i hate it. yes. i'm sick AGAIN.maybe its the school building. first the TB scare and then all the other nonsense about the flu going round class. maybe jc is meant to be a place where illness festers. i'm going to be slightly kuku and say the physical degeneration is a physiological reflection of the psychological degeneration that happens to all of us. only that is something

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1154190045556535582006-07-29T16:15:00.000Z2006-07-29T16:20:45.580Z

i dreamt of you again last night. that is the second time after those bad dreams.you know what. i don't want to see you in my dreams anymore. i do not like it. i never sleep well when i see you in my dreams. i'm reminded of times that i do not want to remember. so get out of my head.i would like to say i hate you, but its hard for me to hate anyone. the closest i can come to is dislike. i dislike

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1154089389087798942006-07-28T12:09:00.000Z2006-07-28T12:23:09.106Z

i feel today like i'm bursting with thought and have no choice but to blog.i realized last tuesday that i really like being at erudite sessions because i get to learn abt people and genres and movements that are all so interesting, and oh, the variety! the bad thing is that everytime, i will come back feeling dissatisfied because i feel like i'm only seeing the tip of the iceberg, and i've not

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1153309360908990832006-07-19T11:42:00.000Z2006-07-27T14:28:56.146Z

because that post was very sweet. thank you thank you thank you JACOB. it totally made my day today after a tiring day of school and scoldings and touch rugby. i felt kinda stupid with that smile plastered on my face after reading what you had to say, but very very very very very touched. and no it doesn't matter that you didn't remember the date =)here's to you, jacob. *huggles*marlz

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1153217372686785762006-07-18T09:57:00.000Z2006-07-18T10:09:32.706Z

yep, i've already started my hiatus, thanks to horrendous results for mid years. but its ok, because as much as i feel the need to blog, i cannot afford the time to and think i can go without intensive blogging over the next 106 days or so before the a levels.but i was compelled to blog today because i feel the class morale is down. cheer up my poppets! take our lit grades for inspiration for

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1152005301013625052006-07-04T09:20:00.000Z2006-07-04T09:28:21.040Z

being a j2 entails fretting over your results. it means you have to sacrifice your social life, and your time to study instead of sitting down to watch the breeze rustle the leaves of the bamboo outside your incredibly hot and stuffy classroom.i know that its just past the midyears but and this might sound super unglam but BLARDY HELL!look at your school calendar guys. being a j2 in meridian

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1151848962948306792006-07-02T13:53:00.000Z2006-07-02T14:02:42.970Z

i'm both chuffed and miffed.i'm chuffed because:- the midyears are almost over- i'm left with only paper 8, which is always the paper that saves me from a dismal grade for lit- tomorrow is youth day and that means we have a holiday- my fan has been fixed- portugal beat england. HAHAHAHA. thank gdness the pasty whiteys are out. ricardo forever!- the paper on tuesday is at 1 pm-i've met someone

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1151155144482914862006-06-24T13:09:00.000Z2006-06-24T13:19:04.503Z

the mood's been totally changed. and the anxiety had been lessened by ALOT.he's been responding to his mother's caresses and calls. even lifted him arms and his good leg. very good signs. alhamdulillah.tried to open his eyes, but too konked out on morphine to succeed.the injuries are pretty bad but improving! a huge huge huge huge HUGE worry been eliminated.the pain is immense. its surgery after

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1150909768381298502006-06-21T16:56:00.000Z2006-06-21T17:10:55.853Z

sleep eventually did come. in the wee hours.it is as i expected, and when i did hear about it i was still shocked. worried.this troubles me. so much more than anything has ever troubled me.i went to the hospital today. i went in with adaweya. the tubes, the monitors. i pulled up close to the bedside, and stared at his face. listless and unknowing.i wondered whether he was in pain, whether he was

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1150827669977573202006-06-20T17:57:00.000Z2006-06-20T18:42:21.186Z

i wanted to write of death. little did i know such a topic might approach me, and taunt me.life is unexpected. it is also fragile.it is a gift, bestowed upon us by God. one day, i understand and accept that this gift will be seized from me. do i fear death, and its hold on me? no. do i fear pain in death? no. do i fear having to die before i have lived? no.what i do fear, in a sickest, darkest,

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1150527327716403792006-06-17T06:34:00.000Z2006-06-17T09:28:23.583Z

John Donne once made the ever popular sermon that stated "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind..."no one is isolated, we're all connected. i've heard it all before.and i feel very inclined to disagree. besides twins,

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1150363497041870092006-06-15T09:17:00.000Z2006-06-15T09:24:57.066Z

no one thinks about how you look as hard as you do. if they stare, it means one of the following:1) you are wearing something totally out of place (ie: pyjamas at orchard road)2) you don't look like them/are the other/you're matsaleh and they are so sheltered from the world that they have to look at you cos they've never seen someone of the like3) you are really really good looking4) you're

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1150111008220505782006-06-12T10:47:00.000Z2006-06-12T16:19:12.383Z

ah, examinations. the failing of which is probably the dread of every student in history and the one event in our lifetime that every young scholar's future teeters uncertainly upon. and who's to say that it isn't the same for me.i've been studying and i still feel as if i can't recall anything at all in the exam hall. i've been studying and i still feel that impending sense of doom when i think

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1149755037449814302006-06-08T08:19:00.000Z2006-06-08T08:23:57.470Z

i don't think i'll ever be able to comprehend the purpose of the humongous male ego. but i reckon the world would be a lot less interesting without its existance. its just another one of those things which gets questioned for its presence, and which never answers the question.some things, i guess, are never meant to be understood. they just are.marlz

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1149690513358587452006-06-07T14:07:00.000Z2006-06-07T14:28:33.426Z

the beach cycling today was heavenly. at the other end of the beach stretch, where there's nothing to disturb my thoughts and i'm alone. nothing but me, the sand, the surge, good music, the divine smell of trees and milky white sand at my toes. ok technically not at my toes cos i was cycling. but the tall trees and the pretty cornflower blue sky was to die for.i got tanned. i particularly like

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1149569359498062442006-06-06T04:27:00.000Z2006-06-06T04:51:12.030Z

its my post number 510 since i started the blog. considering that i've had it for some time, shows that i haven't really blogged that much.i hate being told "you better do..." if you want something ask and it shall be given, demand and i shall be irritated. especially early in the morning when i'm doing some school work. i do NOT appreciate being told that i "better" do something. anyways, of the

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1149154869944969202006-06-01T09:22:00.000Z2006-06-01T09:41:09.966Z

irritation is borne out of being annoyed. vexation is borne out of irritation. anger is borne out of vexation. destruction is borne out of intense anger.sometimes i don't understand how come some people don't bother to be nice and smile and bear it. is it really THAT hard to do? really, sometimes i let my irritation get the better of me sometimes, but at least i always try really really really

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1149116913888594972006-05-31T23:04:00.000Z2006-05-31T23:08:33.920Z

i must be somewhat obsessed over love metal and other types of metal cos i dreamnt of apocalyptica last night. and of ville valo!total madness. never been swo into a band since gdness knows when. apocalyptica really rocks funky cello strings. metal plus cello? usually i'll be skeptical, but this time i'm too blown away by it to care. and they came from the sibelius academy! my dream school. what

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1148912998377286882006-05-29T13:46:00.000Z2006-05-29T14:29:58.426Z

its been ages since i blogged at this space. today's the first monday on which i've slept late in what seems like a billion years. huge exaggeration, but nevermind, since i LOVE sleep. so i brought my cinnamon rolls to erudite cell this morning, and they were very well received, which meant that my worries that they wouldn't be finished were unfounded. i must say that i've gotten much better at

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1148293316173159092006-05-22T10:15:00.000Z2006-05-22T10:21:56.190Z

you made a choice to air your dirty laundry in full public view of the blogosphere. fine.while you didn't reveal names, i can only say how hurtful that proclamation was to me.and while you choose to do so, i choose not to. i WILL NOT stoop to your level. that is because i'm above and beyond you, since you obviously have neither the maturity nor the guts to say things in my face.and don't worry, i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1148190816710177272006-05-21T05:11:00.000Z2006-05-21T05:53:36.756Z

i believe i've left one of the posts hanging with my fascination with addiction. don't get any ideas now.been thinking about a certain kind of addiction, to sadness, to drugs that make you depressed, to drugs like opium. i think its kind of strange that the innocent poppy flower could be made into something that is associated and blamed for the decline of life. i've seen pictures, fields of

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1148140036878024442006-05-20T15:02:00.000Z2006-05-20T15:47:16.900Z

i'm irritated cos that irritating window washer thing has decided to close internet explorer and get rid of my unsaved post while i was in the midst of typing it out. its really infuriating.i had a hand at tennis on thursday during physical ed. was very much like happy fuel. the sun was bright but not blazing, the court was empty and we had 6 players out of which 4 were inexperienced. really

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1148061446157910732006-05-19T17:30:00.000Z2006-05-19T17:57:26.176Z

its finally over. not superbly fantastic playing on my part (in fact, hardly that) but a good performance as a band! i was very nervous, and i felt like puking, so didn't eat. and i was in a frumpy and fidgety mood because i was nervous. james gave me a reassuring arm around the shoulder which calmed me a little but not much (it was sweet anyway). after all, it is my first and last full concert

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1147873989221257332006-05-17T13:29:00.000Z2006-05-17T13:53:09.240Z

this week is an excrutiatingly tiring and painful week. quite literally.monday was the only day that i went home early. not much since monday was a long day ANYWAY.friday and saturday last week were spent in school on band practice. 4 solid hours each, without a break save for a toilet break that was no longer than 10 minutes, spent in the sweltering hall that made me feel as if i would drown

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1147601473465190672006-05-14T10:05:00.000Z2006-05-14T10:11:13.466Z

so. i've decided to make yet another template change. something irked me today on messenger. something to do with yesterday's post. all i can say is that person has proved me right. that not all whom i regarded as friends are true friends.to those people i put it simply. in siti nurbaya's words it goes like this : death upon you now!or at least something along those lines.mummy's day today. gave

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1147532944572177562006-05-13T14:34:00.000Z2006-05-13T15:09:04.593Z

two days of band. can't say anything besides that i'm very very tired and in a very foul mood.AND that foul mood has led me to think thoughts, which i realize are quite true. first and foremost. friends. i don't even know why i bother making them. except for those whom i think are so close to me that i think they are sisters and brothers, and those whom i hang out with all the time, i don't see

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1146844746678689882006-05-05T15:50:00.000Z2006-05-05T15:59:06.713Z

there are some emotions that can't be hidden, not even if you will them to. maybe, maybe when it involves someone who depends on you not to freak, you can hold on. to hide that emotion, that feeling.that feeling is one of immense disappointment and sadness.you hold on so that another will not see you cry. but you mind never lets it go. its never does. not with something as vivid and as

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1146782628928936482006-05-04T22:26:00.000Z2006-05-04T22:43:48.953Z

you. you are my biggest obstacle in this life. when i heard what happened, the first thing that crossed my mind amidst the tumult was "its no use, nothings going to be ok, its never ok. i should just die whats the point of living?"its the norm. but i pushed that thought aside because i believe in 2 things that i did not have faith in previously. 1. Allah, the great and the merciful. 2. my

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1146657608837194192006-05-03T11:43:00.000Z2006-05-14T10:12:37.400Z

i discovered something about myself recently. sometimes, for what reason i don't know, i get this really heavy feeling in my chest. almost as if my heart is sinking. marilyn has termed it the "impending sense of doom". but i don't think it is an impending sense of doom. i don't know why my heart sinks. then i need to sigh it out. i guess thats why someone asked me a long time ago why i sigh so

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1146407412357915032006-04-30T13:59:00.000Z2006-04-30T14:30:12.380Z

i'm disappointed in myself.yesterday's sectionals was ATROCIOUS. i didn't play well at all.i felt i had fingers of lead, a clumsy tongue, and nothing i played sounded musical in any sense. sounded like a bunch of notes that i decided to play randomly.this isn't the first time you know. vincent's told me repeatedly NOT to push the tempo when he's conducting. that means i've been rushing our

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1146146526086006732006-04-27T13:59:00.000Z2006-04-27T14:02:06.103Z

a second post before i turn in for todayi saw lisa (mjcsb clarinettist) being carried off during the soccer match today at tpjc. thought she fainted due to heat or something like that. but i just found out that she's been hospitalized. to one of the nicest members of the clarinet section, i hope you're ok. i'll pray you're ok. please please please be ok. i want her to be ok and see her at the

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1146144974619187572006-04-27T13:24:00.000Z2006-04-27T13:36:14.646Z

i feel really blessed to have softener. yep. softener. its makes my towels smell and feel really nice after a long, arduous day at school. i love cold showers, cos i feel truly clean when i take one. having the sweet smelling shampoo lather wash off onto the tiling, and the soap bubbles in the sink. i feel as if the weight of the world is washed off the shoulders, and i don't feel as hot and

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1145887689353981772006-04-24T13:57:00.000Z2006-04-24T14:08:09.460Z

maybe i'm very easily pleased. i walked into borders after the soccer match today and fell in love. the endless rows and rows of books. the new book smell (which my mom calls the MONEY smell, but i beg to differ). the soap in the toilet which is to die for. the wooden smell of the wooden shelves. the way the place just seems to go on and on and on and on. if i could, and had the time, i would

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1145794319633784842006-04-23T11:36:00.000Z2006-04-23T12:11:59.750Z

sat was a very nice day! a whole lot of new experiences at that.anyways, we had sectionals in the morning, and yirong and pang yu joined us. went through jericho, and i decided to record the "celebration" part of it (without vincent's knowledge). wanted to threated him by saying that he is terribly mean to us in sectionals and that i recorded it as proof! didn't succeed. that's because A.

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1145544461911583542006-04-20T14:04:00.000Z2006-04-20T14:47:42.066Z

i don't understand why people don't like intellectual discussion. i don't understand why people think it is abrasive, and that it spoils relationships. i happen to like them, thats why i like writing my gp essays. i cannot say that i've actually disliked any one time when i was given the task of writing one. on top of that i relish writing lit essays. i'm given free reign to write as i wish. and

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1145370881093184772006-04-18T13:42:00.000Z2006-05-14T10:13:59.313Z

my head is bursting at the seams with things i wish to blog about.i still believe the world is a bad place, filled with bad people, selfish, greedy, corrupted, money and power hungry people who have totally no consideration for anyone else but themselves. blessed i am to have met the minority. to be intermingled with them. particularly, marilyn and aneesha. i shall be good for their sake. its not

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1145013451006931572006-04-14T11:14:00.000Z2006-04-14T11:17:31.016Z

an answer to those telling me to believe:i refuse to believe anymore. there are no such thing as fairytales, and the black sheep ARE NOT a minority. many people are bad, many people are unkind, in fact, i will say that most of the world is selfish. that is what i believe. i think bitterness becomes me, becuase belief in good has brought me nowhere and nothing but pain. so why, why should i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1144851087245194442006-04-12T13:34:00.000Z2006-05-14T10:14:27.196Z

sometimes i wonder what the world has come towhere has all the trust gone? where has all the good gone? the days when you could leave your door unlocked as you slumber, without worry that you will never wake or that you die screaming? or like in silas marner, where robbery was unheard of? what about the days when good deeds were repaid, even if not materially, with a smile and a thank you?i ask

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1144323180664157212006-04-06T11:31:00.000Z2006-05-14T10:13:03.263Z

once in a while i decide to be funny and criticize people. this morning was that time. council candidate at rally : my dream is to get into students' council.me : her dream is to get into students' council? i think she should start thinking more long term.bleah. and it wasn't even funny.marlz

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1144247798812051432006-04-05T13:55:00.000Z2006-04-05T14:36:38.920Z

this is an attempt to salvage whatever scraps of thought may be lingering about in my head because of some inconsiderate people that i live with.i've read king lear over again and realised i've not annotated as much as i should have, and not picked up on little threads that are there that could prove useful in better understanding the play. i've clearly not analysed enough. pardon the usage of

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1144244952970060852006-04-05T13:38:00.000Z2006-04-05T13:49:12.990Z

i absolutely HATE IT when people insist on using the computer when i'm on it. for no particular GOOD reason. especially when they INTERRUPT MY WORK. and MY THOUGHT PROCESS. and then they FREAKING USE THE TRUMP CARD ON ME WHEN THEY KNOW I'M POWERLESS.ITS DOUBLE STANDARDS. I'M ANNOYED.I HATE IT WHEN YOU CLOSE ALL THE WINDOWS WHERE MY WORK AND RESEARCH IS ON WHEN YOU WANT TO GO CHECK OUT YOUR FORUM.

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1143728455568999552006-03-30T13:13:00.000Z2006-03-30T14:20:55.756Z

never been good at any type of poetry, but i will attempt yet again. as passionate fools are bound to. i tried really hard to keep my true meaning obscured:how can i expressthe fatal addiction to the dark man in the cornerhis eyes twinkling, bewitching his soft voice cooing like rhythm of breathcalm in the hush of nighthow can i tell of duskwild silences teeming with veiled voicesand the dark man

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1143633942408726502006-03-29T11:46:00.000Z2006-03-29T13:57:54.606Z

my agitation over the timetable have simmered down, mainly for reasons that i'm not at liberty to mention here. but i can say i'm much much happier over what has happened and very much relieved. i breathe easy now =)so far the teachers have been taking ages to mark our essays. i've gotten back our GP paper already, and i got a B yet again. i seem to be forever stuck in the B grade for GP. i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1143387590065077092006-03-26T15:16:00.000Z2006-03-26T15:39:50.556Z

the thought of going to school tomorrow gives me the most sick feeling in my stomach. i don't know what to do, cos i'm losing my will at the beginning already. i wish i needn't go. i wish i wasn't obligated to go. i think that the feeling arises from the new timetable. i thought the old one was bad enough. i'm quite upset, seeing my band mates talking abt their day ending at 2.35 or even 12.05 on

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1143356935109911212006-03-26T06:52:00.000Z2006-03-26T07:08:55.150Z

now that block tests are finally over i blog with peace of mind.the possibility of my parents visiting the school YET AGAIN because of dismal results is,i predict, going to be a reality. i'm totally annoyed with myself. absolutely.discounting econs, i really did study for my other papers, esp geog and lit paper 1. but it seems as if my efforts were all for naught. i'm very disappointed with the

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1142947059323457752006-03-21T12:48:00.000Z2006-03-21T13:17:39.420Z

second day into block tests. so far has proved to be what i expected, with a few mistakes in prediction here and there.i can't decide on how i did for geog. i knew that for the drqs i was still going strong, until i started on the urban geog drq. after that things got worse and worse. i did the erosion qn, which i think only bev did. luckily i could still remember that it was corrasion, attrition

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1142686101890329522006-03-18T12:42:00.000Z2006-03-18T15:12:49.786Z

i am done with dorian gray, and i realize how sad a book it is. for someone to fall so swiftly from grace, and to have such a great fear of something so natural and inevitable as ageing is quite tragic, in my opinion. especially when it was mostly because of an external influence. shows there are dangers in being afraid of imperfection.in case you don't know the story of dorian gray, it is really

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1142515407805583422006-03-16T12:40:00.000Z2006-03-16T13:23:27.896Z

and so kota tinggi came and went. i was truly quite nervous abt what i had to face and whether it would daunt me in its wake, but (yet AGAIN) my worrying was proven to be absolutely unwarranted. as if thats ever surprising. so. went to school at quite an unearthly hour. left for kota tinggi. the bus itself was ok, though the ride was a bit bumpy, and i got pins and needles cos lisa was asleep on

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1142309643617527652006-03-14T03:57:00.000Z2006-03-14T04:14:03.673Z

saturday night was one of the best nights i've ever had. i finally let go, i finally talked, i finally had someone to rely on.i realize that in the midst of my hustle and bustle that comes with being a meridian and an mjcsb member, i've not been able to successfully keep in touch with the besties at prcs. especially with my bestest bestie, mr eric liaw da fu. it wasn't just the whole meridian

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1142092376034941902006-03-11T15:01:00.000Z2006-03-11T16:01:25.406Z

yesterday was such a eventful day! and overall, a super de duper one as well. numerous things happened.pe where we played floorball and i didn't defend the goalpost properly so we lost! and then we had lit. was quite happy with the essay grade, because i got a b- which is far frm what i expected. i thought i'd get a D or even a C- at most. so i'm happy.wasn't as happy with my paper 8 assignment

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1141476900225954562006-03-04T12:32:00.000Z2006-03-04T12:55:00.313Z

i haven't blogged in a week. thats long. for me.i've been feeling extremely frustrated trying blog this week. i feel like there's this grey mass at the back of my head. pent up ideas, that i just can't help but think about. magic magic ideas, that fizzle and pop like brain chemistry. but when i touch my finger on the keys, a switch turns off and the fizzle, the pop, the bubbling in my head just

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1140963130063473452006-02-26T13:40:00.000Z2006-02-26T14:12:10.163Z

the past week has been taxing, thus the lack of updates. my school week was spoilt entirely by certain events taking place. i was upset, i was snappy, i was quiet, i was fed up, i was teary. i needed alone time. loads of it.i personally think that it wasn't just bcos of what took place, but also a host of other things, that made me feel so demoralized. i felt/feel like i just should give up, but

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1140268090692138662006-02-18T12:12:00.000Z2006-02-18T13:11:23.190Z

i'm bothered by the compass thing that we had to do. here's why.that jung typology test that we're requested to take happens to be the exact same one that i took 2 years ago at the counselling session in prcs (i'm not going to elaborate why i was there, so don't ask). anyways, i did the longer and of course costlier version of the test and found out my typology then : infp.then, i go online and

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1139845186831613572006-02-13T15:28:00.000Z2006-05-14T10:13:43.880Z

tomorrow is v day and initially my class wanted to do this gift exchange potluck thing but it got called off today. haha. that means no brownie making today. i think i'm very cheapo, all i ever do for gifts is bake (which costs a whole load less than a present and is a no brainer, which i feel very guilty over) when i told the class i was thinking of making brownies somebody exclaimed "i'll bring

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1139685683281314352006-02-11T19:12:00.000Z2006-02-11T19:21:23.373Z

i want to sing because i'm so happy i could burst.friday was an AWESOME day at school.1. i got back my gothic paper lit assignment. and i scored a 15/20. my best yet. 2. pe was fun =) 3. my sister got a 16 for her L1R5 which is superb. and a B3 for Amath too4. i visited crestwinds and my name is now down for the band alumni.5. a whole lot of prcsians are contemplating to come to mj.6. when i went

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1139477313785317972006-02-09T08:57:00.000Z2006-02-09T09:28:33.863Z

warning: i have loads of things to gush about and am going to be extremely random.i watched some show last night on the 40 best cities (for tourists), and barcelona came in first. rio de janerio came in somewhere pretty close to the top. BUT (its a really big butt) i think geog is getting to me AGAIN, and i was pretty upset that they painted such a pretty, sanitized picture of rio. seriously, i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1139234553407065882006-02-06T13:27:00.000Z2006-02-06T14:02:33.496Z

we started on that ultra short book today in lit lecture. so obviously we had to go through all that boring stuff about the biography of the author and things like then when dr s started on this thing or that influencing the writing of the book.and as usual, my mind just took up the thought of something influencing another thing or somebody influencing someone and sort of ran away with it. i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1138975904111812782006-02-03T13:38:00.000Z2006-02-03T14:11:44.193Z

i've been doing a bit of thinking abt aggressive people. i've met a number of aggressive people, not necessarily violent or anything, but aggressive nonetheless. the thing is, i wonder why they are aggressive. people would dismiss it for not being able to control their anger. but after musing on the topic for some time i decided that it isn't really the case. to me, i believe its a self defence

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1138796076282828522006-02-01T11:58:00.000Z2006-02-01T12:14:36.303Z

my energy level has hit an all time low. i've been letting odd thoughts that float around to catch my attention and make me think about things that can't help but make me feel down. i find it weird that the only person that can make myself feel upset is myself, and most of the time, its because i allow myself to be overwhelmed by these feelings of hopelessness that come over me from time to time.

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1138675964211503652006-01-31T02:42:00.000Z2006-01-31T02:54:39.416Z

thanks ar wanwen. whoever told you i like to do this kind of things is SO DEAD. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. but because i'm nice i will do it. heh.The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.Need to mention the sex of the target.Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their page saying they’ve been tagged.If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1138538360284092332006-01-29T12:28:00.000Z2006-01-29T12:39:20.296Z

i've been taking time to watch a few movies that my mom has loaned from videoez. one of them was monster-in-law. wasn't too bad really, clearly funny. just not haha funny you know, just heehee funny. if anyone gets what i mean.there was this part of the show where the lead female Charlie, played by JLo was on the beach with her soon-to-be boyfriend, and eventually, husband. so in this scene, she

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1138454813930099882006-01-28T12:58:00.000Z2006-01-28T13:26:53.956Z

there's been a lot that i've not updated about. i shall attempt to do it now. ah well, last minute stuff is what i do ALWAYSlast sunday: met up with jacob. was awesome awesome awesome to meet up and chat and talk nonsense after such a long time. since i hardly have the time to do anything this year, i might as well get it done before things kick into full gear (hah, as if they haven't already. i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1138200129151618482006-01-25T14:21:00.000Z2006-01-25T14:42:09.256Z

i had a weird fairy story that comes from a weird dream. AGAINi wonder why i have weird dreams. is it because i think weird or is it because i just think they are weird?anyways, i've been plagued by DEJAVU during lessons this week. i keep getting this shiver down my spine and go, oh, haven't we discussed this topic already? when we actually haven't. or when people say things at places, and i

sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595816657794820742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6258090.post-1137498307636776122006-01-17T11:32:00.000Z2006-01-17T11:45:07.650Z

i spell this out clearly and without any discretion of any sort. i am infuriated. i found out today that a particular someone has spread annoying rumour about me in school to people that i know. and what makes me even more angry is that the information was entirely WRONG.fine, if you choose to uncover something undesirable about my past which you have heard from someone else (which is according

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