The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

Lifehouse - Broken.

I know that my blog is getting stinkier by the day. Perhaps one day I'll take the hassle to post some pictures here. Well, my Saturdays are taken away and I'm already depressed about it already. I promise I will post some pictures LAHH, okay? Soon :)

Anyhoos, I am nothing more like a damsel in distress. At this moment.

Everyone goes through a phase, where you let your imagination run free and in the end you have to snap back to reality.

Sucks, isn't it?

Reality and wishful thinking are like parallel lines. They never meet, nor they would intersect.

Okay, rants aside. I got carried away. Sorry about that.

I have so many vows to be fulfilled after SPM, and I am having my fingers crossed and I am also highly anticipating for it.

As in 21st of April 2008 thereof, I hereby declare that my blog shall be on hiatus. I need a break, anyway. If there's anything, do message me in MSN.

Much love!

Mom wanted to head down to the Curve on this Sunday morning, but I turned her down, despite the fact that I slept at 4am yesterday. As much as I want to go shopping (and also on a eating spree) so badly, I just don't feel like it. So, yeah.

There you go, Wendee. I know this is outdated, so forgive me, will thee?

List out 5 presents you wish for
1: An iphone
2: MacBook Air
3: A better Altec Lansing sound system.
4: Shoes, and more shoes, stilettos, wedges, etc.
5: A string of A's for SPM!

The person who tagged me:
Wendee :)

First 5 impressions on her/him
1: Smart! Look at her SPM results. You'll be dumfounded.
2: A devoted Christian.
3: Poetic.
4: Has a good command of English. She writes well, really well.
5: Likes David Archuleta. While I'm madly in love with him :P

The most memorable thing he/she has done/given to you:
She never abandons my blog, no matter how stinky and boring it gets =)

If he/she becomes your lover you two will:
I'm straight. And heterosexual.

If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be because:
She stopped reading my stinky blog. Hah.

The 5 people you tag:
Frankly speaking, I'm not too fond of tagging people but I have some certain targets, and this goes to Andrea Chew, Da Rong and Esther. You should be proud. *smirks*

The 5 people I want to mess with:
1. Andrea
2. Fiona
3. Ashley
4. Ben
5. Jo Yee

Who is 3 having a relationship with?
Me. She's a lesbian and madly in love with me, I know.

Who is 5 having a relationship with?
Hahahahahahahahahaha. She would disown me if I were to say it here in public.

What about 4 and 5?
Gay question. Next one, please.

What is 3 studying?
She never studies, well, apparently.

When was the last time you chatted with 5?
Yesterday. If SMS counts.

Would you be with 1?
In terms of friends, of course, with all that weird conversations and droolings and arguments over some guys. But if in terms of love, I would run to the ends of the earth and hinder myself from her because you never know what she will do, because she's a stalker and a psychopath :D But I still love her, hah.

How about 5?
She's the only person who agrees with me when the world doesn't.

Does 2 have any siblings?
Oui, sire.

How did you get to know 2 and 4?
2: primary school, 4: secondary school

Where does 1 live?
In her own fantasy. More like living in denial.

Is 3 the sexiest person in the world?
She claims to be one, and claims to be the best candidate girlfriend for Chad Michael Murray. Ew. Gross.

I think I'm just scared - that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling.

If you're gone by Matchbox 20.

Oh well.

I wish I could be every little thing you wanted all the time.

Every Little Thing - Dishwalla.

Living in someone else's shadows is something I dread of. And I've realised that I actually got myself in that state a few years ago. I used to be the quiet, timid, girl whom I once knew, when I looked into the mirror, but, all has changed.

The smell of familiarity.

It wasn't what I expected that it would turned out to be me. Of all these years, I'm glad that I've been through thick and thin, and I've learned to depend on God, and also myself in times of despair and hardships. I'm not emotional, anymore, except for things that concern about my loved ones, griefs, etc.

Of course, life has its own turmoils and conundrums. C'est La Vie, my friend. Whether rainy days, or sunshine days, I'm still glad. I'm glad that I've been there, done that, and over with it. The feeling of accomplishment. Simply overwhelming.

At night, I ponder on, I go into deep thoughts, reflecting my actions in the present, and also the past. As I lay my head on the pillow, memories of the past keep flashing in my mind. Trivial things. There are times that I get too 'lost' into thoughts, that I find it hard to escape from it.

Insomnia. That's right.

I become too engrossed with memories, till I can't sleep.

I try to jot everything I do in my head, to get something to be written here in my blog, hopefully, and also to share my experiences and have weird conversations with my friends.

It's funny how I used to be so emotional. I cried for all my ex-boyfriends. They did not jilt me, for goodness sake! Heck, no! It was the heavyheartedness of letting go something which you are so committed to, and yet you have no other options but to call it quits because its pointless continuing a relationship where things aren't working.

When I was reflecting my past with my friend, she told me that I was practically sobbing on the phone, when I broke up with my exes.

I was stunned, for a moment. And I just burst into a ingenious chuckle.

Me? That emotional? You've got be pulling my leg, seriously!

I hardly get emo these days. I tease my friends for being emo, of course, not when they're emo or having mood swings, or else I would be a punching bag specially for sadists. That's why my friends are all dying to see me emotional. That will not happen, so talk to the hand, yo! XD

Well, I'm thankful for all that has happened to me, after all. I've finally emerged from my humble abode into something that I never expected to be.

Seems to good to be true.

There are times where my flaws and mistakes are magnified and scrutinized when I speak up for myself. If people are unhappy when I point out to the imperfections, lets say, a certain system, it simply means that they're not willing to listen to constructive criticism. Immature. And nerve-wrenching.

This is what you call boldness with feminine charm of a quintessential woman. Yes, yes, self-praise is no praise, but I'm saying this, generally, to all the woman out there who are brave enough to speak up for others, and also for the better good of the nation.

I'm happy of what I've become, at last. I wish I could be every little thing you wanted all the time, but then I can never change myself. If you love me, then love me for who I am, and not the pretense of portraying someone else.

I'm excited for tomorrow. What tomorrow holds for me, I may not know, but I'm pretty much excited for tomorrow's mysterious surprises.

Good, or bad.

May it be.