The Lovesong Writer

Our house puzzle(:

5:00 pm;
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My extra pinky sticking out :P

4:59 pm;
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There's one thing I absolutely hate. It's rude people. I met one today, the bus driver. EERRGGH. I ran to catch the bus but reached just as the door was closing so he had to open it back up for me. Guess what he said to me after? "I saw you running and I stopped the bus. But you slowed down instead of running faster." How rude. So I just eyeballed him and whatever-ed him under my breath.

I'm scared. I'm scared for myself. I'm scared for the exams. I don't think I studied hard enough. I don't think I prepared enough. Dear me dear my. My stomach's rumbling; my head's hurting. I can't think. Someone grab me before I fall. But I have to remember what SK aka Study Kills taught me. Haha. Never 'dis' yourself. LOL.

the vast dream singing.

metaphors; simlies; and personafications.

3:56 pm;
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I just can't help but feel
this rush when I'm with you.
It makes me throw abandon
into the air;
makes me smile like the moon.
Yet as estatic as I am,
I feel a happy serene.
It's in the way you move
that's making me move with you.
It's in the way you talk
that's making me awed with you.
Without you I feel empty,
a home absent of its owner.
You give me my completion, and
you give me the strength I never had.

I got inspiration from all the lovebirds around me! Not to mention this sweet sweet sweet book I'm re-reading. I still can't imagine Joey and Shawn using endearments. Imagine:
Joey: Darling!
Shawn: Cupcake!
Joey: Sugarbuns!
Shawn: Honeypie!
Okay, maybe that's going a little too far. Haha.

Joey - don't forget! Bookhunting with me after exams! I know you're gonna be real busy with Shawn, but just make ONE afternoon free. GOSH.

i didn't forget.

6:30 pm;
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YAYA. I moved!!! But there's still a link from my old blog to here(: I had alot of choices this time. Haha. There was one I really really liked. But it was too long to remember; not to mention I didn't know the meaning of! YAYA. HAHA. I'm so sick of exams, so sad and slow. So why can't I turn my brain off? Haha.

*Enigma - mysterious (person, thing)

RELINK!

3:51 pm;
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I'm happy! I'm happy! I actually looked NICE today. After caking on the make-up, and putting LOADS of hair spray on. And I thought that the Black Box thing was SOOO perfect. Unlike Speech Day, when we messed up the song. I think everyone was a little out of their minds today. *GRINS AND RAISES EYEBROWS*

I have happy news! Everyone is falling in love this month! Haha. But don't worry, this is not about me! I'll write my own love story in due time! It's about Joey! Haha. I'm so happy for her! She's finally getting a shot at a NORMAL love life. Don't mind me. I've been very mean today. Especially when I told Jade she looked like a lion. And I just have to laugh now. So I guess I'll sing a song of love for them(:

I'm still high. I keep getting weird mental pictures and can't concentrate on studying. Help?

you're like some kind of adhesive glue, and i find myself always attracted to you.

affairs of the heart.

Next on the events chart: EMDD; BMW.

10:50 pm;
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Somehow when I look back in the past, I'm surprised at how childish I once was. Like when I find out that someone didn't like me, I would either avoid that person or go through all lengths to show that person I'm not who they think I am. But now when I've heard that someone didn't like me, I don't do a thing about it. It has something to do with your mind I guess. Little realisations that make you change yourself into what you're going to be. I guess somewhere along the line between 8 and 14, I realised that I'm not living to impress, I'm living for myself and myself alone. See what a little realisation can lead to?

Okay, enough of the philosophical crapping. Haha. Back to the down-to-earth details about school, school, school and my life. Had black box rehearsal today and yesterday. Left early today for my dental(: Now it's grey. AHAHA. Went to Parkway with Jade on Wednesday to get clothes for the black box. It is commonly thought that a girl on budget never will look good, but guess what? It wasn't THAT bad. In fact, it was quite nice actually. Tomorrow I have SPEECH DAY. Yupp. And black box. Will be home at around 6. These activities are seriously cramping my study time. Exams are only around the corner! In fact, English is on Monday! I'm crossing my fingers to get into triple science.

"The human life is like the shadow of a flying bird, which
lasts only as long as the bird is flying overhead. But eventually the bird will pass by, or cease to fly, and then the shadow is gone forever." - The Shadow of a Flying Bird, Mordicai Gerstein.

Don't whatever me, whatever-ing you. Whatever.

7:59 pm;
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I miss the days when I had something to obsess about. Now it seems as if everyone has something to do, a goal of some sort. Except me of course. I'm just living my life in an aimless wander.

Bohemian Rhapsody

10:32 pm;
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That bloody *****! GOD. She hid my calculator then denied it. And my parents obviously believed her. And I got a big scolding from my Dad. He seems to think that I don't have a mind of my own to do my own calculations. He acts as if I'm going to fail just because I didn't use a calculator. That ass.

On to more serious matters anyway. She thinks that I don't know, that I'm naive and dumb. But she doesn't get it. She's the one who's naive, she's the one who's dumb enough to bring HER in. So she wanted to start a *****fiest? I'll ***** with her all I want. It's just dumb and childish.

So, we had the black box rehearsal yesterday. And we learnt this really nice song. It's called 'We Can Build A Bridge (Of Peace And Harmony)'. A really nice four-part song. And what made it nicer was that we sang it in a small group; not the whole messy choir mess(: I find those settings more intimate and special. It gives a cozy sense of accomplishment when you finish such a beautiful song like that. It gave me the buzz for the rest of the night to get through the naggings. Wouldn't it be so nice if we had more of these type of song?

Beautiful melodies.

6:26 pm;
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WHOOT. Something really rad just happened! Well, it happened yesterday. My Dad bought an acoustic guitar. WOW. He says it's for me and my sister. But I know he used that as an excuse to buy it for himself (he can play the guitar). I still got it anyway. Now here's the dilemma: What are chords and what are tabs? I don't get it. Are chords for classical and tabs for acoustic? Is there a difference between the two? And what is 12...13hp...? ... whatever is written there.

Okay, here's what happened yesterday.

Morning: Fooled around.
Noon: Tuition.
Afternoon: Got irritated by my sister's friends; fooled around somemore.
Night: Went to cousin's house for dinner. Played with them. Came back to fool around somemore.

I fooled around and around and around. YAY.

Bloody fool.

11:31 am;
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You know what I hate the most? People accusing me of doing things with ONLY circumstantial evidence. You know who? Yes, this is a heavy-scale ranting about my DAD again.

I only used the phone for two bloody minutes and I somehow killed the phone battery? If my sister were to do it, do you think that she would get scolded? Obviously not. So she can talk talk talk in front of you but I have to keep quiet? This is an act of unjustice GOD. Why is it that parents are magically biased towards the younger child? Why can't they be treated equally? It's like the whites vs. blacks; Yali's question I tell you! SHEESH. My Dad is insisting that it's me who used the phone. Well if he doesn't remember who made me take a nap then, all I can say is that I slept-talked in the afternoon in my room. Is that what he's trying to say?! GOD.

OMG. I think I'm PMS-ing. I'm just so irritable nowadays. Don't take anything I say seriously. But I still think that it's still justice unserved in this matter!

the pages of my life.

6:29 pm;
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The last goodbye.

We spend many hours and many days, just to keep up with the busy paces of our lives.
After many days and many months, we say 'tomorrow' then it's gone.
Wasted many months and many years, we look back and just disappear.
No one remembers; we leave no legacy.
Soon all we are are the wind in their hair.
We wasted our years, trying and trying, to achieve someone else's dream.
We wasted our years, fighting and fighting, someone else's fight.
We wasted our years, waiting and waiting, never to say goodbye.
So now that we're gone, you shall never hear that sweet song leaving my lips.
I shall never hear the bells tolling and the gates opening.
We drowned ourselves in the regrets of others.
And now we'll never say our last goodbye, and end our melancholy song.

For all those people reading this: I'm not commiting suicide (don't worry). I'm not thinking of dying (thank god!). I just read Tuesdays with Morrie and I thought it was a wonderful book. Moreover, I just had to write this Chinese compo about what we would do if we had only five days more to live. See? Nothing to worry about, you don't have to send me to see a psychiatrist. Aren't ya glad?

Today's events as follows:

Went for tuition at 12.30 and sped off for debate at 2. I was timing the debates. It was hilarious the debates was. Mrs Ng said I kept shaking. I loved the last debate. Because it was the Sec Twos debating! And because I actually listened in that one. After that I had another tuition *rolls eyes* Did my compo during tuition. Homework left: History and English. YAH BABY. Cheryl's coming over tomorrow to watch Campus Superstar and to do the drama script and to just crap with me. HAHA. Looking forward to tomorrow. I support whoever wins! Well, I shall support my school I guess. Either that or Renfred!

I'm not thinking of dying.

9:43 pm;
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