*rolls eyes*. Stop telling me what I am or how I should behave coz you know nothing much. You're too quick to judge and most of the time (even if you will deny this) you don't get it *rolls eyes*.
I can feel my eyes dropping out of the sockets already. This works better than Paimei's eye gorging stance in Kill Bill 2.
Moving away from this... *picking up my eye balls*
I used a recipe that I got off the internet, and it was one of those that doesn't come with a picture. You know, the ones that show you what's supposed to come outta the oven eventually (of course, professional food stylists help too, but that's not the point).
My point is, these pictures tell you what the end result should look like.
and my question is,
do you live your life with a picture?
Have you already conjured up an image of what your ideal life would be like? The ideal job, the ideal relationship, the ideal social life and if you got to that point, but it doesn't look like the picture you had, does that mean that it's any less ideal? Instead, you could perhaps choose to believe that you've simply made your own rules, taken what life has thrown you, and turned it into something else.
I'm missing that visual and sometimes I can't help but worry about the future, but perhaps taking life one day at a time can be good.
If you don't have a specific destination, how can you ever be on the wrong track?
I realized emptiness cannot be filled by immersing into a crowd of incessant bantering. Even if you surround yourself with a big group of acquaintance, a gaggle of floating facades who only know you by the mask you donned on. Even if we were triggered into boisterous laughing amidst the frivolous chit-chats. Even if you were speaking to somebody whom you thought had once unveiled his guard. It's like talking to a wall… a hard cold cement wall which merely echoed your words
3 travellers
The first took the path less travelled. A journey where the finest lie. Wherein beds of roses bloom till the endless horizon.The second prodded with the flock. Strolled along the riverbeds peppered with raw pebbles. The third walked through a war torn mine field. Trudged painfully through a mess of burnt debris.At their final destination, the first brought a bouquet of roses. In between dejected sighs, she droned, "The beauty was magnificent, but only these survived the test of time. Of which I think is too fragile to survive beyond the setting sun."The second picked a handful of pebbles, "I've painted and carved, sand papered and lacquered. Every piece shined gloriously but they were too heavy. I kept the plain and decent one to incorporate my honed skills."The third dug out a damaged fruit, "It's dead but I'll nurture it's seeds."What will we pick on our transient journey?~In the pastures where four leaved clovers bloom and unicorns graze, you are the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.~
This will be the last post of the week...
What a strange phenomenon this thing called 'blogging' is. What happened to not airing your dirty laundry in public? and what happened to the inhibition that self-professed introverts like myself, claim to have? It's weird isn't it. While i keep lots of things to myself in real life, i spill plenty on my blog. Perhaps it's the security of baring it all behind the safety of an inanimate object(i.e. the computer screen). But here you are, confessing thoughts that lurk in the darkest corner of your mind, ones which you wouldn't find yourself discussing with your best friend, but can post it on the world wide web for anyone to see. What kinda warped concept is that? Ok so maybe you don't plan on ever facing these people who read your blog, but still... how does that song go? "It's a small world after all..."
tis post is meant for 'some1'. 'alt F4' members should know everything about it le. yes. it is my fault for playing you out. but den as a fren of 8yrs, you should know mi like a book. Meaning dat i nv meant to hurt you or play you out. dat goes the same to all the rest of my fren. i did apologised to you n take the first step to mend tis relationship. y r u still making things hard for mi? R u going to end tis friendship juz bcoz tis matter? i not pushing the blame bcoz in the first place, it is mi dat fail you.
tis is my third post in 2days. keke. aniwae... was realli considering whether to work in thai express. coz if i realli work, i will not have time for my frenz. nvm. i can take my time to think about it. i got a beri tight schedule till sunday. wed-->study till 4 den haf to attend briefing den go town to collect my 'QiLiXiang' album n buy black pants. thu-->sch+training. Fri-->fun fair helpout+'Alt F4' outing. Sat-->bowling competition at marina south in the morning, training in the afternoon, work in a banquet at night, chinablack till morning. Sun-->most probably soccer match ba. Hope everything work it out smoothly.
- when something potentially good happens, my imagination tends to go off on a joyride, forgetting to take along a little thing called "reality". soon after, all my insecurities start to take the wheel, and i am back to doubting myself. i am afraid that i will never be able to have faith in anything, let alone myself.
The problem about sleeping early is you'll get up early and i mean like 4am in the morning! So i picked up my bro's vcd to watch. Home Run had quite abit of hype when it first came out and after watching it, I realised why it should deserve the prize. It's one of those movies which will keep you planted in your seat even if your bladder is bursting. How people in those days live for each other. The kind of selfless love for their family or the unbreakable friendship between buddies. Definitely a very touching movie. Very well filmed. The camera shots were very ingenious. The plot was very invigorating noenetheless. It's amazing how the whole adventure stemmed from a pair of shoes and things we take for granted nowadays. It sounds overused and cliched but watching the film made it really refreshing. I never did try to understand what my grandma told me about how she reared a chicken to sell eggs for a packet of rice and trying to feed the family for a week with 5bucks. You know how parents can be such a nag at times. I can hear my dad echoing about how they dont even have money to buy books and that she had to live with that 2 sets of uniform until she couldnt fit into it anymore. (now that's a good thing about being pint sized!) or that they having chicken or bottle of soda drink on the dinner table is considered a form of luxury. But kids nowadays(havent we heard this a million times! *rolling eyes*) take everything for granted. In the movie, that pair of shoes wasnt just a commodity. It showed the length her brother would go just to see a smile on her face. There was this part of her sulking while they were out sending their work to the shop, and he exclaimed to her in mandarin that he'll get her shoes back for her no matter what. the lil girl however was too disappointed to appreciate his promise as she continued trodding with heavy steps until the aroma from the bak kwa stall diverted her attention for a while. Looking at her eager gaze, her brother went up to the uncle to plead for a burnt piece which might other wise be discarded. That moment of elation when he handed her the piece of bak kwa was very touching. The way she looked at him for a second before skipping off with the burnt piece of pork jerky in her hands. Then the look of satisafaction plastered on their faces despite such hard times. It's no wonder people then were humble when a pair of shoes wasnt just an accessory but a luxury or even a piece of over cooked nak kwa.
Just yesterday, a friend asked me what kinda gal i preferred. Nowadays, it's all about what the other can offer before you give love? I cant completely differ from that statement coz I must agree I do have expectations from the other. I mean she cant just be anyone right? Not so much what she can offer but more like the personality and attitudes she posseses. But when I thought about it, I realised it is somewhat a cycle, which get influenced by the people we meet coz everyone has a certain expectation of each other. which could also be constructed by logical prediciton of what makes a fruitful relationship. Also! not make oneself look like a village bicyclez! Nowadays, people complain about the expectations their partner dont fulfill, isnt Love about giving? They also talk about how the grass is always greener on the otherside and neglect the seedlings sowed on the side they walk on. So then, could there be a perfect one specifically made for each individual? If there is then there wouldnt be individuals.
first, i wanna make to apologise to tony. sorrie!! i think i should tell u dat i'm busy on friday n shouldnt make u wait for mi. sorry dude.. i know u will forgive mi de. keke. hope to see u on our 'ALT F4' outing.
argh... bad weather spoilt my sat. i din go beach in the late morning due to the heavy downpour. the other went to the arcade while i was at home. :P it is my first time going to DnD, abit disappointed but still fun. thank for the bitchy Darryl n Dion' magic tricks.
well, was realli enjoying myself on sunday. had a soccer match in the morning. den play beach vball with the grad. nyjc sch team at sentosa. keke... den play bball over dere n get to make some new fren. keke... i love beach life to bits. it makes mi feel so lively n healthy. hahaz.
What I Adore________
Food:non-spicy foods/meat
Drinks:pepsi/greentea/lemontea
Pastimes:arcade/bball/cheerleading/
clubbing/dancing/ktv
People:family/friends
What I Hate_________
People:myself
Things:nth
Food:spicy foods/vegetables
Music's Playing_____
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Song: My Happy Ending
My Past Thoughts___