That's just great

Going back to college is a dread for everyone, especially after a long holiday. You've slowly became lazier, enjoying lovely food and company at home but the journey back to college is inevitable. So this coming New Year, I have decided that I will look forward to my final year in a positive way. I did think about the curfew, hostel lifestyle and countless, funny hostel rules. However, I consoled myself with the thought that I wouldn't be going through all of that alone. I'll be meeting friends I've missed in years and the idea of hanging out together just to catch up sound good enough.

That was until I checked the list of names for students who will be staying in the college hostel next year. After searching till I turn green, I couldn't find my name. Some of my buddies names are missing from the list too. I tried to search thoroughly but still managed to come up with nothing. It seems that although I will be completing my degree in 6 months time, I am non-existent in the college list of undergraduates. Feeling extremely flushed, I asked around only to find out that some names were "tercicir" cases, including me.

This comes to show that no matter how advance or prestiguos some colleges may be, some students are just left out or "tercicir". There would be some interesting dramas next year and I can't wait to witness them all, as long as it doesn't happen to me..... again!

The Gift of Giving

It's Christmas season again and we're all taking advantage of the Malaysian Mega Sale to buy gifts for people and ourselves. The thought of giving presents to our love ones and friends may seem foreign to some, but it's a tradition in my family. We were raised in a family that believes giving is better than recieving for we are blessed to bless.

The Yuletide season isn't the only time we wrap something up nicely and present it to another human being. This includes presents for birthdays and anniversaries alike. Sad to say not everyone is born with the gift of giving, or may I say common courtesy or common sense :~

1) To re-give a present is not a crime but it's a major no-no when you re-give the present to the original buyer.

2) It's also not a crime to use our age, gender and hobbies as guidelines in selecting presents but it's a major, big problem when these guides becomes the ONLY guideline. A girl doesn't necessarily always love cute and lovey-dovey things and a boy doesn't necessarily fancy maculine items (though they do not admit it).

3) It's the thought that counts, right? Wrong! Imagine my horror when I unwrap a present only to find a toilet paper holder or a bar of soap. It's insulting and not to mention, embarassing to be given such a present. And frankly, I don't really want to know or even understand the rationale behind the gift or your flipping thoughts.

4) Gift cards may seem tacky and thoughtless but the givers are actually smart enough to not humilate and offend the reciever. So, a word of advice. Get a gift card if you're really not sure. It may come off as thoughlessness but trust me, you will be appreciated more than the toilet paper holder giver.

Fatal Attraction

People say that opposites attract.
No matter what, we are naturally attracted to opposites.
They are unfamiliar and different,
giving us challenges and excitement in our rather dull life.
But attraction can be fatal.
Being attracted to things that are too foreign can choke the life out of a person,
creating lifeless zombies.

So, be attracted to the right opposites.
Be facinated with wise unfamilairities.
Draw near to intelligent differences.
Other than that, fatality is near.

It's the final countdown = 3

We just got back from Coromandel Peninsula.
Superbly tired but awesomely fulfilled.
Checking things of the to-do list.
Final things to complete.
Checked.
Done.

Now, slowly making my way through my must-eat list:
Strawberry ice-cream, checked.
Occidental, checked.
Il mee, checked
Korean pancakes, checked
Wendy's ice-cream, checked.
St. Peirre's, checked
Esquires' tiramisu milkshake, checked
Oporto, --

It's much closer

The day has finally come.
After spending so much time indulged in it, it will soon be over.
Never will I believe that time's up.
And we will have to give up things that has been with us.
Sharing our guilty pleasures and hidden desires.
As well as inner secrets and unknown sorrows.
It's time to be apart but alas, we shall meet again.
Soon, we will learn to live a ONE!

Ps: who would have thought packing and shipping your belongings home can be so hard. It takes time to decide which items should leave before you and which items stay for another day. I'm going to miss my dresses! Hope they arrive safely and wearable back to Malaysia XD

Highlights of 09/10 and Plans for 10/11

Highlights from the 2 years being abroad.
1) South Island trip -> the best roadtrip I've ever done and Franz Josef was awesome!
2) Summer scholarship -> a total blessing.
3) Trip to Brisbane and Sydney -> another awesome trip. Pretty sure am going back again. This trip inspired my Europe trip =]

Plans once I get back.
1) Driving lessons -> need to do this before I get swamped with assignments.
2) Pre-planned meet-and-greet -> I'm speechless Xo
3) Hang out with my buddies -> It's been ages!
4) Be (physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually) ready for IPBA.

Rangitoto

Rangitoto Island

That's where we'll tackle soon.
It's gonna be amazing since it's gonna be the last trip we're gonna go together,
the six of us before leaving New Zealand.

*DONE*

of Victory and Triumph

Something I've wanted to share about. I know some of my grammar errors are pretty obvious but screw grammar when the message is more important.

of Victory and Triumph.

Pain spreads through her body. She has been hit by a stray arrow. She grimaces as she pulls the wood and metal with all her might. Crimson red liquid streams down her right leg and forms a puddle of blood. The city is being destroyed by the armies from the kingdom of Darkness. One by one, homes are being demolished, bridges are burnt and towers are torn down. King Pravus’ massive army of sinister fighters and bleak knights raced through the paths within the inner city. The sky is painted with the colours of devastation and fills with cries of agony from the people. Her faithful companion, Venia, is soaring through the sky and expertly dodging the weapons hovering in the atmosphere. The warriors fight valiantly but their courage are rewarded with death or decapitation. Many drop onto the scarlet sand, lifeless like a sack of potatoes. They know that they are slowly but surely losing grip of the stronghold. Within minutes, the armies of Darkness will reach the fortress and wipe out all the warriors. Many of them are weary and wounded. Though eager to stand and fight to protect their city, their companions summon them to retreat. One by one, the warriors withdraw and heads for the sanctuary hidden within the century-old trees on the plateau. As they ride towards their place of refuge, the princess feels faint and she loses her consciousness before her head hits the ground.

She wakes up, feeling extremely hungry. Her tummy growl like a famished lioness and her eyes swiftly sweeps around the room, searching for anything that can tame the violent acid work in her tummy. She spots the bread and butter on the platter across the room that is silently whispering her name, tempting her. She salivates unladylikely. She tries to rake her fingers in attempts of reaching out for food and pain shoots through her spine. She feels like she is electrocuted by lightning bolts. She wails in pain. The wound on her right leg is wrapped but the blood stained the cloth, forming a blossoming rose. She is in pain but nothing can compare to the agony and hurt of losing her home to the king of Darkness. Venia coos nearby and next to him, fruits and olives that he has collected from the nearby woods. He picks the fruits and feeds the princess. The sugary sweetness of the fruit melts in her mouth and her hunger slowly goes away.

The princess is asleep but she is repetitively whimpering. She is tearing up like a baby hungry for milk. She however, is hungry for her family’s well-being and her city’s safety. She turns around, causing the sheets to wrap her like a mummy and suffocating her in her own tears and despair. Venia whistles and sings harmonious tunes and melodies to calm the princess. He weaves assurance and comfort as he sings the song of victory and triumph. He sings of greatness and holiness. The song soothes the princess and she gradually slips back into slumber. The veil of serenity and tranquillity consume the bits of insecurity and failed relationships as the sun rises on the east, promising a glorious day ahead.

Her wound begins to heal and although she will never be as vicious and swift as she was before, her heart longs for home. She yearns to wage war on King Pravus and reclaims her city for her people again. Venia perches on the window as the princess lays punches and blows on the burlap sack of grain. Bullets of sweat form on her forehead and her blouse is soaked. Her muscles scream and beg for mercy but her raging desire to fight keeps her going. She throws more hits before the sack gives way and pours out the grain it contained. She looks at Venia as he laughs at her misfortune. She smiles for the first time since retreating to the sanctuary and Venia hoots along with her.

Her wound has healed and it boears a mark. A mark of sacrifice. A mark of her gallant act. But nothing can be greater than salvaging the city and reclaim their rights. She is ready for battle. Venia has found the perfect armour for her in the sanctuary. She puts the breastplate of rightenousness, protecting her heart from the spears of the evil and the wicked. The belt of truth buckles snugly on her waist and her feet are fitted with the shoes of readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. And on her head, she wears the helmet of salvation that guards her from the daggers of deceit and deception. In her left arm, she holds the shield of faith, mighty against the flaming arrows of the armies of Darkness. In her right arm, the most powerful weapon of all, the sword of the Spirit. The double-edge sword catches the moonlight and glimmers in all its glory. And on her shoulder, rests Venia. Her eyes are filled with raging fire, ready to soar like an eagle and strike like a falcon. Tonight, they ride back to the city. Tonight, they reclaim their land for their people. Tonight, they fight for glory and reign victorious.

Pretty Dreams

I've been having pretty dreams lately.
And they always revolve around one specific thing.
One thing that I've been wishing for.
God speaks to us through dreams, doesn't He?
Now, I badly want it to come true
A girl can dream big, can't she?
XD

Paradoxes

Sensationally boring, cowardly truthful, plainly complicated, deafeningly quiet, flamboyantly simple, exclusively single, beautifully hungover, resiliently fragile, foolishly loved, dejectedly contented, absurdly adored, futile understanding, ineffectively strong, vainly proud, distantly bonded, depressingly hopeful, affectionately lonely, simple greatness

COMPLETELY ME!

Eating party

We, Malaysians, are not foreign to the open house concept.
We do it every time, for practically every occasion we can find.
We try and adapt the open house according to the various festivals we celebrate with a little touch of Malaysian-ness.

So, how do we explain or describe the Malaysian version of an open house to a non-Malaysian?
Simple. Call it an eating session and it'll be all understood.
Why? Simply because eating takes the center stage for every Malaysian open house.
No matter the occasion, we like eating! =]

*Inspired by Kin's FB wall message to Janine.

My Red String of Fate

The Chinese and Japanese believe that each of us will find our true love through a red string called 'the red string of fate' or 'the red string of destiny'. The myth goes something like this: the god ties an invisible red string around the ankle (or pinkie, if you're Japanese) of men and women who are destined to be together. This god is the matchmaker god who is also *surprise surprise* the god of marriage. I don't think he's the god of marriage like how Juno or Hera is the goddess of marriage. The Greek/Roman versions of goddess of marriage is that they protect the purity of marriage and they provide for the marriage. This Chinese/Japanese marriage god is just like your typical 'ka po' aunties who keep asking you if you have a boyfriend/girlfriend and when are you going to get married kind. I think he's the type that just ties two clueless people up and spends his lifetime laughing at them trying to find "The One". The legend goes on saying that the people who are connected through the similar red thread, are destined to be lovers regardless of time, place or circumstances. This 'magical' thread will only stretch but never break.

Based on this legend or myth, I would have a red thread tied to my pinkie (the Japanese version sounds cooler) at one end and my destined lover is tied on the other. Through this 'magical' thread, we are supposed to be able to find each other, get married and live happily ever after. Despite time, distance and conditions.. i would be able to find my soulmate, the One that i'm destined to be with forever and after. So, what seems to be the problem, you say? Just follow the string (or your heart, which ever you prefer) and i'll find the One. pfft.. Really?? You really believe that?? Ok, let me present to you my problems.

1) If everyone is tied to a thread that stretches and never breaks, won't all the red strings be tangled up with each other? With estimated 6 billion people on Earth, there would at least be 3 billion red strings around. It's bound to get tangled somewhere.

2) If there's a massive ball of tangled red strings somewhere, how do i know that the red string i've been following all these years, are the string leading to my destined lover? I could have bump into the tangled mass of strings, tried my best to figure out which string is mine (must have tried really hard too, at 3 million STRINGS) and keep on going with the string i found, hoping that it'll lead me to the right way.

3) What happens if i found presumably my "The One", settle down, have loads of kids and then one fine day, someone shows up with her/his end of the string tied to my husband (I'm very much like to start my family with a guy, thank you very much)? What do i do then? Do i embark on another journey to search for my "Other The One"?

3) What happens if my destined lover decided that he has had enough with this stringy mess and he just snips/cuts/nicks/clips his end off? What if it was me who decided enough is enough and takes my end off my pinkie? Will he die a lonely man? Or will he end up with another person he found through the chaotic red strings muddle?


I guess in the end, i'll slip my end off my pinkie, write a little note and tie it to the string and let it drift. When the dude (again, i'd like to think that my destined lover is a man. hunky too =P) finally finds the other end, he would at least have a note telling him this:

Congratulations! You have found The One. Unfortunately, I'm unable to attend to you right now because I'm busy living my life that's not about finding the other end of the red string.
It's great that you endured and persevered at this challenge in your life.
I guess I'd have to say that this isn't our fate.
To me, love isn't a destiny called by the gods or written in the stars.
To me, love is a choice and a commitment.
I want to FALL in love.
I want to have the ability to choose and be committed to it till the end of my days.

Why oh Why

Is the education system today really just producing standardized and stereotypical people?
Isn't it really sad to compare high-school and college graduates to Big Macs and Whopper Burgers?
What makes each of us special, different than the person right next to us?

If you were a owner or CEO of a corporation, who would you hire?
The standard, regular Happy Meal or the individualized, special homemade chicken soup?

Who would you rather spend your lifetime with?
The stereotypical Apple Mac or the unique acoustic guitar?

Who do you want your children to look up to?
The robotic C-3PO or the animated Oprah Winfrey?

Is it worth being with superficial, expressionless luxuries your whole life than spending a moment with lively, exceptional necessities that makes each of us humans?

Just another awesome but tiring day..

Just got back from school and i'm feeling extremely happy. My junior science class was very co-operative although they were kinda quiet in the initial parts of the lesson. Who could blame them? It was the first period. Had them run around the class and boy, did they wake up.

Off to senior science class next where i observe another friend. His class was simply adorable. He taught the students a game where they have to act the reserve actions of the instructions. He got them to sit (stand) and stand (sit).

Next my own Year 12 ESOL students. Being expose to the requirements of writing a movie review, i bet they are so sick of it already. So, instead of comparing and looking back at the features and the structure of a movie review (again), i've decide that we'll just look for vocabulary, facts or qoutations that they can use for their own writing. Only 6 of them were in the class but hey, it was much more easier to control that way. The best reward of the day today was when i read each of their introduction and first paragraph. Not only did they write better, but they "borrowed" some interesting vocabulary and qoutation like i said. And, that makes me happy!!

ps: thanks to those who helped during the lesson as well as for the feedback. will try to improve

*Gasp*

A close friend, dreaming about you being in a relationship?
Not so creepy.

A closer friend, dreaming about you making out with another guy in Uni right in front of a few other friends?
Oh, the horror!! o.O"

ps: Can you guys please stop scaring me with this relationship thingy!? And can you guys please dream about yourselves??

A sad fact

"It's ok to be confused. Figure things out all you want. But until you let someone in, you'll always be alone."

Sad, but true.

Trust and relationships aren't my strong suits.
I'm not making excuses for my actions.
I'm just stating a fact about me.
I'm just not that type of person... yet.

Surprises!

Woke up today with this huge-@$$ box right in front of my room door.
i believe it's mine because there's a blue card with my name on it, attached to the box.
I carried the box into my room and it's surprisingly light for a box that size.
Anxiety began to fill my body, slowly suspecting that it could be a prank from my fellow mates.
If you live with those people, you would understand such suspicion.

So I took a blade and ripped all the tapes around the box, only to find newspapers and empty bottles in it. I felt like killing someone!
Then I decided to read the card for a clue of what's going on.
It was a belated birthday card from my hommies.
So, with renewed faith, I tried to search for any hint of a present.
I only found more newspapers, bottles and *surprise-surprise* more receipts.

Feeling extremely anxious and a little pissed of, I emptied the content of the box on my bed.
I took out all the empty bottles. I removed all the newspapers. I scrunged up all the receipts.
And finally, a rectangle item stood out.
I mean, I huge-@$$ box for a bank card-sized item?
This can't be good all at.
I felt pranked. I felt deceived. I felt like an idiot.

But what is there to lose if I just take a peek inside.
I slipped the flap on the envelope with my finger.
Lo and behold, a card!
I wished it was someone's credit card with unlimited cash flow.
But this is better!
A gift card!
For shopping! Shoe shopping!
I felt happy. I felt loved. I am CONTENTED!

ps: Inside the envelope it is written "To Amy Chong Voon Sing. From Shikin, Anita & Sharmyn. Due to unforseen circumstances, your present has become a card and is exactly 1 month late. Happy 22nd and 1 month birthday. Amount: NZD 50.00

The Mirror

Take a look in the mirror.
Who do you see?

Do you see someone you want to be?
Do you see someone living their dreams?
Do you see someone happy with what they have?
Do you see someone proud of their achievements?
Do you see someone who is not afraid to be themselves?

Tell me.
Who do you see?

Ps: Had this thought as I was trying really hard to fix my eye-covering fringe for school.

Dreams

For those that have watched Inception, you would understand that anything can happen in a dream. But there are somethings that are so foreign that you could never picture it happening in your dreams or dreams of others.

So yea, when a friend mentioned that he dreamed that I'm in a relationship with someone, it sounded really weird and awkward because the whole idea seemed so foreign to me.

But I was kinda disappointed that he haven't gotten far enough to check out who the Dude was. Now, that my friends, is something I'm used to >.<

Unforgiveness

Forgiveness is not for the offender, but it's for the offended.

Unforgiveness is like becoming a slave. The offender will gain control of our lives because our actions or goals are driven by our resentment and revenge.

Unforgiveness is like a burden. The offended would carry the hurt, pain and disappointment throughout life – a liability that weighs us down.

Unforgiveness is like a parasite. Inability to forgive sucks the soul and life of the offended, leaving us vulnerable to harm and anger.

Forgiveness is not for the offender, but it's for the offended.

Princess?

It was my birthday! I did whatever I wanted to for a day >.<

I want this.. Now

Playing certain types of board games are addictive!

Cranium.
It's a board game that combines many of our other favourite games together (pictionary, charades, Play-Doh). Totally blows your mind!





Ps: I want one! >.<

Eck!

Wow, my blogpost has been pretty much dead for a while. It's amazing I actually still remember I have a blog.

Reading other people's blog makes me realize one thing about myself. I have no commitment when it comes to updating blogs. And I like that!

Blogging should be a commitment. It's about having fun! Weeeeeee.......... =P

February Updates

Yes, February is almost ending and there isn't much to tell. I just feel obliged to at least list down things that happened during this month.

February started with me, whining about going to work. Work has taken a toll on me and it has made me officially cranky, moody and murderous. Try clicking the mouse 5 hours a day, 7 days a week and let me know if you decide to wear a halo or carry a pitchfork for the rest of your non-working hours. The only thing that kept me going was a mantra i chant every time my animal instincts rises. it's pretty easy. try it!

"i'm getting NZD5000". Just repeat xtimes till you're normal again.

Later, things started to shape up with allowances coming in, me losing 8kg and wearing size 10 jeans as well as the Lunar New Year (gained 2kg in 5 days o.O"). Let me break it down to you. Basically, from the 8th till the 15th, my daily activities involve eating with friends, eating with relatives, eating with relative's friends, eating with church members, eating with friend's of friends and eating in between eating. So you see, gaining 2kg from all that doesn't sound that bad eh..

We have also officially chenged our mailing address as of the 18th. after finally settling down, i realized that i have so few clothes! And summer sale is on now! Few clothes in wardrobe = summer sale = shopping! Which i'm going to do, soon!

People say the end of something marks the start of something new. well, my summer scholarship program ended yesterday (26th) and the semester will start soon (1st March). I'm in fact very excited (happy, anxious) that classes are starting again and that i can go back to doing what i do best (cramming info into brain, doing revision and hopefully, scoring A's). Life will be back to normal (at least for me) and things will just fall back to its place again once everything starts getting along.

But then again, studying doesn't seem so important now that you realize the fact that you will leave in less than 12 months, leaving a place that you can finally call home. I've decided to put my aims and goals this year ahead of studying and if i have to juggle and carry both academics and pleasure for things to work, i actually will. Let's hope it works and i don't end up tanking =)

Drabble 006

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Standing here, I can see everything so clearly now. You're walking away with steady pace. The disappointment and hurt still plastered on your face. My heart cries out for you yet my mouth stayed shut. I want to reach out for you yet my feet refused to budge. All I could do is hold myself, hoping that i wont fall apart.

I want to be bold. I don't want to stand in the cold.

Not anymore.

Not alone.

But what can I do? Your heart changed. You feel chained. All I can do for you now is let you slip away. I think it's better this way.

I am not bold. I'm still standing in the cold.

Always.

Alone.




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Drabble 005

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His Story.

Sh*t!
That was the first thing that pops in my mind when the bell rang. I look around the small cramped room, thinking to myself - I'm in deep sh*t if she catches me here. Where to hide? Where to HIDE??

After scanning the room for the longest time, I finally found a bookshelf big enough to cover me from her sight. As I struggle to force my bulky body into the small crack between the shelf and the wall, the heavy wooden door swings open.

And enters the most beautiful creature God has ever made. If I die, I want to enter this heaven - I smiled, having the sweetest and sinful thoughts. Hoping the that my big foot does not stick out in any way, I peep through the gap between the books to see your lovely face.

I hear you gasp when you saw the present I left you. I see the cutest smile carved on your face. Boy, she's right. Roses do make a girl happy - silently thanking my best friend.

When is she going to leave? It's so cramp in here. I'm dying! HELP!! - secretly I pray that you will leave the room soon. The crack now proves to be to small for my muscular body. I have been sucking my tummy in for the longest time and I'm about to burst when I hear you call me. Gulp!


Her Story.

I huff and puff, taking in lungful of oxygen as I sprint to the piano room. Ah, such a waste of time! How can you forget your books! - mentally scolding myself. I turn at the corner of the building and BAM! hitting someone square in the head and I, fell like a sack of potatoes.

#*^%$! - I curse before helping the girl I ran into. I think I crack my skull - as I slightly bow to say I'm sorry.before getting ready for my sprint to the piano room again.

1, 2, 3! Ah...! - My eyes got bigger as the girl pulls me back to face her familiar face. Must protect my face. Must protect my face - as I profusely pour my apologies to her, praying to God that she won't punch me. Her hand suddenly reach for my jacket and I panic. No, she's going to strangle me instead. MUMMY!

And the girl just flash me the most pleasant smile and dust the dust off me. Her eyes are the saddest eyes I've ever seen but they are captivating. As she walks away, I see the smile disappear from her face. Hope nothing bad happens to her. Such a nice girl!

As I push the wooden door open, a sharp, spicy fragrance fills my nose. Ah, Armani Diamonds for Men - thinking to myself as I take another whiff. Only one person can afford this and the person is not me - which builds my suspicions. How can the room smell of Armani when the only person using the room uses.. well, nothing.Then I saw a rose on the piano keys. I gasp and a smile just creep on my face - I have a secret admirer! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Everything make sense now. The rose, this piano room, Armani, the girl - looking around the room. Then I saw a blue shoe peaking from behind the bookshelf and decide to call his name.


My Story.
Ouch! That hurts! - as I rub my swollen temple. I look at the wooden door from the window, hoping that it would turn out right. For him. I would do anything to see him happy - I tell myself that every time he ask me about this. And I finally agree to help him.

I look at my hand,and examine the cut. Well, even roses have thorns - as I stop the bleeding with my hanky. Then I hear the voice that turns my world upside-down and make my heart skips a beat. He's laughing - I look up and saw them, walking hand in hand. He flashes me a thumbs-up when she wasnt looking.

He did it. It went well. He's happy now. My teddybear is happy now! - I gave him the sweetest smile. The noisy chatters around me cannot hide a faint sound. The faint sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces.





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Drabble 004

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A/N: This drabble is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who is celebrating his birthday today =) Happy birthday Zammie! I just want you to know that this is how I think of you~

I open my eyes, and it is bright. I look at myself, noticing a little flame in me. As the little flame dances, I know that the flame is who I really am inside. And I am happy.

I notice the flame burns with passion whenever I taste joy, pleasure and delight. It is like ecstasy and it is bright. And I am happy.

Slowly but surely, my heart begins to feel the weight of the world. The little flame flickers, fighting to stay alive. But it is still bright. This time I look around and become conscious of my surroundings. Then I see you and your little light, glimmering in all its glory. You are strong when I am weak. And I am happy.




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Drabble 003

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People say we're different. You and I. No matter how hard we try, we'll never be the same. So why bother trying to get to know each other better? Why bother trying to be there, physically and emotionally, for each other?

We're both from two different worlds. You and I. I realize that every time I look your way. But I want to know you better. I want to try and be there for you, always.

You know why? Because I want to. I want to prove to them that although we may look different, we're all the same. The same smile on our faces when we're happy. The same salty tears running down our faces when we're sad. The same pain when someone breaks our heart into pieces. The same burning desire to be loved. The same fear of being lonely. Deep down inside every one of us, we're all the same.

And because of that, although we're different, we can prove to them that we can care for each other. You and I. Every time I look your way, I look at a different person but I see the same smile, tears, pain, desire and fear.





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Drabble 002

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Her orange dress dance around as she falls from the swing. Before my bum can say good-bye to the purple bench, a little boy with yellow shorts runs to her side.

As she lifts her knee, traces of apple-red blood making its way down. From where i am sitting, i can see fat tears, racing to her chin.

The little boy fidgets with his green cap and then takes off his black jacket. Her sobs grow louder and louder. Her nose is becoming pink.

He then wraps her knee, being as delicate as possible. He steals a few glances at her direction. She is no longer wailing like a hungry chick but streams of tears still overflow from the brown pool eyes of hers.

He offers her his hand but she did not take it. Pain shot through her body like electricity as she tries to move her knee again. She throws him a look with her puppy eyes. He sighs. He sits down beside her, gently guiding her up.

He then promises to give her a lollipop. Her face shines like the morning sun. Ignoring the pain, she stands up on her own. He beams from ear to ear.

She then sticks out her thin hands and pouts. She wants him to keep his promise. She wants HER lollipop. He grabs her delicate hands and gave her a big, wet kiss on her rosy cheek.

Her eyes becomes as big as saucers. She smacks him hard and he sticks out his tongue. She fumes as she grabs his short locks and tugs it with all her might.

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His hand is on mine. I know what he saw. I can see an orange dress, twirling in the wind as the little girl runs after the yellow dot in the distance. I turn around only to see him giving me the cheekiest grin.

"I want MY lollipop"

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It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining ever so brightly, as if to give us hope for the future. The sky is so blue, as blue as your eyes. The clouds are white, pretty like the wedding dress you made for me. Yes, it is perfect.

The carnations lie lifelessly beside me as I look out the window at all the happy faces. I see Dad going around, thanking people for making time for the wedding. And I see Mum, smiling at all the guests but secretly wiping her happy tears when no one is looking.

Yes, everyone is happy. Their baby girl is getting married to a great man. The garden wedding is all I've ever wanted and yes, it is perfect.

As I look in the mirror, I see those red lips and rosy cheeks. Every strand on hair is in place and beautiful pearls dance on my neck. I see a princess looking back at me and yes, it is perfect.

We shared laughter and tears. You have my heart and I have yours. Memories are what links us and brought us together and yes, it is perfect.

I blush as I look to the back, at the room where we shared our first kiss. On my right, I see children laughing happily as they play together. I look to my left and the band is playing our song. Yes, it is perfect.

And right in front of me, waiting to take my hand. But the man standing there is not you. You promised that you will wait for me and yet the man standing there is not you. You promised that you will never leave me and yet the man standing there is not you. My heart aches for you but the man standing there is not you. I long to hold you and spend the rest of my breathing moments with you but the man standing there is not you.

Everything is perfect. Yes, it is perfect but the man standing there is not you






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2010

The new year has started but man, i can't believe that there would be issues for me to handle already.

M and D, you both are adults. You can handle this situation but i'll be there to support the both of you because i love the both of you a lot. You guys are like my bestest friends and i can't stand seeing the both of you being disappointed with each other. D, she's older and with more experience. Honor God by honoring M as well. M, D is a big boy now. Of course, he did screw up big time this time around but i believe he has learn his lesson. Give him a chance to fix the situation and prove that he's a responsible man now.

DC, as much as i love you, you have to work harder this year. It maybe a very big hurdle for you this time but i know you can do it. You always say that you're not a smart or as good but you have no idea how smart you really are. i trust that God has great plans for you and He will guide you all the way. Just give your very best and let Him handle the rest.

Z, i'm sorry i can't be there physically for you now but i'm always a supporter of yours. Be strong because i know you can. there are a lot of people out there that loves you for who you are and will always be there in case you fall. so dont be afraid to fall because it will make you stronger. and no, you're o loser to me. i admire your strength and courage to stand for yourself. i know you can do it =)

A and R, gosh.. you hae no idea how much i miss you both. friends can miss each other right??!! haven't heard from you both for so long but i believe you guys are doing fine. A, live your joyful self because that's what makes you who you are. it actually makes the mood when we're around you. being random and full of life is how God made you and that's how you should honor Him in return. R, i can't put in words how much i miss you. i can't wait to see you. soon. hope you're having the time of your life but remember to take care of yourself. whatever happens, you have me.

and for those not mentioned here, i love you guys all the same. happy new year and hope that you will be blessed for the new year and the new decade.

why no new year resolution this year? well, i will take life as it comes because i'm annoited by Him and the Holy Spirit lives in me. I will live my life to honor Him and He is the center of my life.