life gets scary as you grow old. Compared to what you're going through now, living in hell suddenly doesn't seem like a feat. You shouldn't be afraid, because we all love you. May god protect you. Ahmituofuo.
it takes alot of courage to love somebody, because you're loving someone other than yourself.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009 @ 3:34 PM
Mood: Meditate. put your head in the clouds.
my parents are being lovey dovey. my uncle and aunt have filed for divorce. there are complicated bgr issues around me.
i'm rly starting to wonder about what the word 'love' actually means.
Definition of love: 1. deep affection or fondness. 2. beloved one, sweetheart. 3. sexual passion.
okay, that's the dictionary definition. i don't quite understand the last one though. (love = sexual passion) huh? o.o SHEN ME YI SIIII?!?!
By definitions, the term is easy. But, when it comes to being outside of the perimeter, love is complicated. The dictionary should have included a sentence like "inexplainable, delusional."
Seriously, if you think about it. What is love? There're many types of love- love for [family, friends, the certain someone, things, hobbies, food, blah blah blah etc.] The list goes on forever.
Then again, if you zoom into lets sayyy.. love-for-a-certain-somebody, we have phrases like love at first sight and love at last sight. (i created the latter. :D LOL.) But, anw, back to the most basic question.
"Why do people love each other?"
Ans: WO BU ZHI DAO. Reason: becauseeeee it can't be explained.
dots dots dots. and more dots.
come to think of it, love is ironic.
love hurts, love heals. love is joyous, love is grievous. love is sweet, love is bitter. love is patient, love is impatient. love is kind, love is nasty.
love is simple, but it is complicated. love is painful, but love takes the pain away too. love is everywhere, but it can't be seen.
love is giving your all to someone, and not asking for anything in return. love is sacrificing yourself, hoping that person will sacrifice for you too.
love can keep or break a heart. love is giving someone your heart, hoping they will keep it for you, even though you know it might come back in pieces.
love makes the world go around, it also makes the world come to a standstill.
love is keeping silent but shouting inside. love is music, it can be noise.
love can be perfect. it can be imperfect.
love is either something or nothing.
love is beautiful and ugly at the same time. love is selfish, but it is generous. love is lonely, but it can be a company. love is solitary, but it is surrounded.
love is intended, it can be extended.
love is short and fast, long and slow. a blink of an eye, or a quiet stare.
love is reality, but it could be a dream. love could be both - a sweet dream and a nightmare.
love receives and rejects. love is not an instruction, it is a recipe.
love can start, pause, and stop. love is keeping our eyes wide open, but closing them at the same time. love is making a wish, but blowing out the candles too soon.
love is a misunderstanding, but it is about being understood. love is a realisation, comprehending how perfect someone can be. love is not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
love is realising how much that someone means to you, and appreciating someone who's not you.
love is refreshing, but it can be tiring. exhausting even.
love is giving, but not taking. love is taking, but not giving.
love has two faces, but in the end, it's still only a word called love.
My bunk bed creaks. AHHHHHH. And now i'm starting to wonder (whenever i climb up), if the top is going to break and whether it will crash on my sister below. (._.) There's this unsteady feeling i get...
okay, maybe i should stop worrying. Randomly, i found a few very very very cool bunk beds. i don't rly know why, but i'm catching the bunk bed craze again. it's coming back and i'm going mad over bunk beds againnnnnnnnnn.
ARGH.
i loveeeeeeee these twooo. The first one reminds me of my childhood playground slide. The second one, well, i love the colour, plus the shelves.
<3 the black and white. The one with the computer table, minus the disgusting bedsheet. Oh, and take away the metallic look plus the shaky legs, according to yingchen.
i likeeeeeeeeeeeee this white one!!! it would be a good replacement in my room. WHAHAAHAHAHA. Hmm, the one below it, maybe not. But, i like the staircase cum pull-out shelf design.
This is totally style. Cool ladder huhs.
Okay, this is by far the VERY best. Its like super duperrrrrrrrrrrr cool. Sofa and bunk bed. Two in one. Sleek. And the orangeeeeeeeeeee, OMG.
Oh, baby; baby, How was I supposed to know That something wasn't right here? Oh, baby; baby, I shouldn't have let you go And now you're out of sight, yeah
Show me How you want it to be Tell me, baby 'Cause I need to know now Oh, because My loneliness is killing me (And I) I must confess I still believe (Still believe) When I'm not with you, I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me, baby, one more time
Oh, baby; baby, The reason I breathe is you Boy, you've got me blinded Oh, pretty baby, there's nothing that I wouldn't do It's not the way I planned it
Show me How you want it to be Tell me, baby 'Cause I need to know now Oh, because My loneliness is killing me (And I) I must confess I still believe (Still believe) When I'm not with you, I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me, baby, one more time
(Oh, baby; baby. Oh, baby; baby.)
Oh, baby; baby, How was I supposed to know? Oh, pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go
I must confess That my loneliness Is killing me now Don't you know I still believe That you will be here and give me a sign Hit me, baby, one more time
My loneliness is killing me (And I) I must confess I still believe (Still believe) When I'm not with you, I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me, baby One more time
I must confess That my loneliness Is killing me now Don't you know I still believe That you will be here and give me a sign Hit me, baby, one more time.
I found myself staring at the beach villa for the second time. Although it was only my second, the familiarity it exuded was empowering.
The stunningly beautiful abode stood before me. Its white-washed walls called out to me as my eyes caressed the smooth planes along the shafts. The balcony was illuminated invitingly and the alluring steps leading to it felt like agony. The enchantment was unbearably enticing as I stared transfixed. The failing sunlight filtering on the doubled-storey heaven accompanied by the sunset made it a perfect picture.
“I love the graffiti you have at the back of the house,” I blurted out without thinking, only realizing it was too late the minute the words were out.
“Graffiti? How do you know there is?” he asked laconically.
His eyes searched mine as I hesitated in response. I shifted my gaze away, trying to avoid the impatience I detected in his appraisal. His sharp turn-away conveyed to me that something was amiss.
How could I have been so stupid? I felt like slapping myself then.
“I live around here and I walk past here in the mornings,” I lied.
It was such a bald-faced lie that there was beyond any hope of him believing. As expected, the look on his face told me he didn’t buy it.
“You’re a bad liar,” he said trenchantly.
“Thank you,” I replied curtly, staring imperviously at him. I could discern that there was a challenge in his gaze. An abrupt silence settled as we both struggled not to look away.
“You might like to try again,” he interrupted brusquely.
It was a failed attempt at trying to assuage the tense situation. I remained silent. However, when the steel in his eyes melted away to one of helplessness, I conceded.
“I, um, came here to watch you sleep,” I mumbled.
“I thought I saw you the other day,” he whispered in a note of confirmation, “but I thought it was a dream.”
“You were too beautiful to be real,” he continued in a hushed, placid manner.
A scorching fire threatened to envelope my cheeks as my brain registered his words. It was impossible. He did not see me. He could not. I was sitting by the window with already an invisible illusion I had conjured around me. There was no way he saw me! Unless. Could it be that there was someone working against me?
I contemplated in mortification as he beckoned me to follow him into the house. He gave me a tour around the house. Not forgetting to mention, showing off to me the art lining the walls of his backyard, empty of everything except for a single shooting hoop. A basketball lay in the middle of the dusty plot, looking intently at me.
His art was ferocious and loud. The splashes were extravagant and the colours used were bold. There was certainly an artist in him. I complimented him effusively, literally making him glow in delight.
The stairway leading downwards from the hallway was bewildering.
He had a basement. That was unforeseen. What was more astonishing was the indoor pool found here. I was impressed. It was unanticipated. Not for the very fact that he didn’t seem like someone who enjoyed swimming, but for what took me by surprise - the house had not seemed big enough to contain a pool.
Yes, it was unexpected. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant discovery.
9. When affection becomes something more It take one to make an ‘I’ but two to make an ‘us’.
“I’m Stargaze,” she said cheerfully in a sing-song voice as she skipped merrily over.
There was a positive aura about her and I was instantly drawn towards it. As I extended my hand to her, I had a sudden notion that I was going to like her, very much indeed.
She shook my hand firmly and I was taken aback by its coolness. The warm smile she gave me made me smile back.
The pearl on the neck chain Ray had given me glistened mysteriously. It beckoned enticingly as I felt the butterflies flutter in my stomach.
Standing by the stairway, I tried to wait patiently. The wait was nerve racking and I avoided the jitters by clinging on to what had happened right after history class.
Stargaze. That was her name.
“Cool name,” I had responded automatically. Not realizing how, her presence made me felt at ease and her chatty nature chewed away at my stolid mask. It wasn’t long before her candid and raucous attitude compelled me to converse with her, as if she was a long-lost friend.
My train of thought was punctured abruptly when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hi,” he said.
The radiant smile suffused across his face made my cheeks hot.
“You were waiting for me?” he asked carefully, yet teasingly. I could sense under the layered mask of mock seriousness, there was a note of uncertainty in his voice, as if he was unsure of the answer.
“Does it look like there’s someone else?” I asked pointedly.
That smile again. My heart melted instantly. I was such a besotted fool. As I stared, captivated by his face, I tried to discern what he was saying. It sounded like a lyrical melody, and I was wrapped up by the timeless notes, in a daze.
“Do you mind a trip to my house?” he inquired, as his lips curved up slightly, revealing his pearly whites.
“House…” I murmured, my brain momentarily coming to a crawl and it was suddenly incapable of processing anything.
My mind dawdled as I blinked twice. What had he just asked?
“Do you mind coming over to my house?” he reiterated politely.
“Of course!” I answered a bit too earnestly, the plain enthusiasm was apparent.
“Like now?” he queried.
Yes! I nodded my head frantically, hoping he would not change his mind. While he deliberated, I continued to be mesmerized. He seemed to be considering something as he eyed me. I tried to decipher the look he passed me; it was unfathomable.
I followed closely behind him as we left the school compound. We were headed far east, somewhere along the coast. The wind whipped at my hair as I fought to keep the dreaded bangs in place. He moved silently and steadily, familiar with the surroundings. I watched him move in awe, admiring his gait and the cool picture he portrayed. As the pace lengthened, it felt like time had came to a standstill. The scene around me had changed whilst we walked. I had been oblivious to it till now.
“Here we are,” he announced as he halted and whirled around.
Author's note: Hoped you guys enjoyed it. Rly sry about not posting the full chapter, but i was rly tired and i knocked out. So, uhs, the remaining parts are not yet ready. Anw, thanks for supporting pearldrop, guys! (:
OH, there's one more thing. Please stop sticking rumours on me. i'm rly tired of them. ):
Have you ever thought that what you hear might not be true? Trust your ears, that's the last thing you do.
Why am i always the one who has to be the victim of such facades. It isn't exactly very funny. Ha Ha Ha. They always believe the fallacies, but they never, ever believe meeeeeeeeeee.
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There also seems to be a misunderstanding. i treat all the guys equally with mutual respect, and because i do, it doesn't mean i'm close to that individual or likes that someone. x-x
:D okay, first of all, I would like to thank the following people I replied to in the block quote below for tagging, and keeping my blog alive while I’m gone.
Of course, I forgot to add a big thank you for those who view my blog!
I REPLIED TO
-xTeddie: thanks. Haha, I must have bugged you to the max! ps. O;
linda/black: THANKKEW! I loveeeee my tagboard! Hehe. Anws, how was the Angels and Demons movie?
Yingchen: I hoped I kinda helped on the coding thing that day. LOL.
LONEGURL<3: YEAH! IT IS! I’M LIKE TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THE CELEST CHAN ONE.
nagfa: sure (:
Andrew: lol. HA HA. Thank you. Hope you’re not being sacarstic.
passerby: ty ty ty. (: and you’re welcome.
zhiwei: what am i supposed to infer?^~^ a compliment?
denise: HAHA! Maybe? :D
Andrew and Yingchen: uhs, CHILL guys. You two are like fighting over nothing. Quit it man, I don’t wanna be a mediator.
jianhao: I have no idea. ( x-x)p
Wesley// the white king HELLO. BOO. AND BYE. WAHAHA. Thank you!
xiong: Wow. you mean for the first part i ain't human?! HEHE. THANK YOU! and JIAYOUS for the MINDBLOCK. You’ll find a way out.
OH, YEH, AND, I ‘M SO GONNA make a stake on WHEN i'm going to get my charger back.
Okay, phew. That was a very long list. Once again, thank you all! I rly appreciate it, a lot.
p.s: lay ying, i finished writing the next chapt, but i'm so sorry you gonna have to wait just abittttt longer, cause i have yet to type it in. Thanks! (:
i'll be back only after this week. and that's when midyears are over. HOHO, and then lay ying, yeah, i promiseeee to continue writing pearldrop! HAHA! THANKS for encouraging me when the inspiration was gone.
You never know how creative people are until you see it.
yo, people.
hahaha, i was flipping the papers as usual, then i came across this new art called 'Ambigram'; i was sooooo impressed by it.
For those who don't know what an ambigram is, (myself included actually, haha. Of couse, i know now) according to wikipedia, its as stated below.
Definition of an amibigram:
An ambigram, also sometimes known as an inversion, is a typographical design that spells out one or more words not only in its form as presented, but also from another view point, direction or orientation. The words spelled out in the other view point, direction or orientation may be the same or different from the original words.
There you go. It cant be explained in a few words. But, i realised, a picture speaks a thousand words and its DEFINITELY true.
:D i went on the net, searching for an ambigram generator.
Mood: Brrrhhh. FFrrrreeeee. Reeerrrr. sometimes studying too much kills your mood to do so.
The Mid-years are sooo killing. *kow tows to the teachers* Professional, legalised, murderers.
Seems like everyone is half-dead. Haha. The A Math and Chem paper today was @@. i just couldn't wait to get it over with. Chemistry was frigging easyyyyy can?! -__________________-
Warning: i'm using all my sarcarsm here.
it was so easayyeeee that i couldn't finish my paper for the first time. And it was soooo freaking easy that i did not understand a singleee thinggg at all.
And, baka pink's first reaction was 'Oh, fuck.'
LOL. Ahhhhh. i seriously can't wait for mid-years to be over. There's still like ALL the paper ones. I SO WISHHHH its after mid years, then I CAN MUG AND TAKE IT SLOWWWW.
music makes you lose control, nuuuuu~ makes you do a double take, do a show stop, front take, flo froppa head knocka, beat stalla tail droppa,
and then everybody, Everybody here, Get it outta control, Get yo backs off tha wall, Cuz misdemeanor said so. ~Everybody Everybody Everybody.
Work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Do it right, let's gooooooooo.
I haven't rly been posting lately. Well, i guess everybody heard of the swine flu outbreak.
i was just thinking, if it spreads to singapore, and it gets so serious, maybe, just maybe, school gets suspended. AND HOORAY! maybe, o'lvls will be suspended too. hohoho.
you're my best friend, Ooh you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true.
Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the candy empire.
Hello. My name is liying, without any spacing in between. I'm obviously a girl, if it isn't obvious enough.
I also have this super, uber, long name which says
Any one will do, its your choice.
My awesomeness can't be contained in such a teeny-weeny box because i'm sensational.
Yes, I'm loved, bayy-beh. I blog about everything under the sun and anything that's the past, present and the future. My profile page is non-existent, because its not long enough.
In more detail, click here.
16 on 18 June. She's single & loving it.
She's like TV, you see her, hear her like CD.
But clearly you'd be on different degree levels, whatever.
No, you can't touch her.
Give her a pink candyfloss, and you’ll be loved by her.
Prioritize her, you automatically jump to the top of her list.
She says MARSHMELLOWS, KOKO CRUNCH and HONEY STARS are the happenning.
She is bubbly, temperamental, and fabulous.
She takes pride in being a bakaranger, as bakaRED the dolphin. In fact, BAKAS are her first priority.
What you see is what you get.
She's what you see and what she will be.
That's just who she is.
If she wants to do this, i'm sorry, but you can't make her do that.
There's more to what meets the eye. So, although first impressions last forever, blow that.
Judge her based on what's inside, not 'the cover'.
You are perfection. She's your reflection.
She is nobody.
Nobody is perfect.
HAHA, erase that.
She does what everyone else does. She seeks perfection and strives to keep her inconsistent sanity in check.
She's an artist. She draws, yes.
The weather forecasts her mood, and her mood predicts her dress code.
Unpredictable? Yes. Like the river currents, she changes course fast.
You may not be able to keep up with her; because with her around, you never know what's going to happen next.
In short, she's versatile.
Wild at times, but she's a fun-loving, peacelover. (Of couse, she tries hard to be the peacemaker.)
Her personality doesn't lie. She keeps her promises and am true to her word.
Give her no permission? She breaks the rules.
She doesn't conform. She loves fashion. Her style is imagination.
Don't ever try to play her. Don't lie, don't patronise, just change your ways.
Lights out, there's no room for her to cry. So tell her what went wrong.
For every door that's open, she's not going to shut it. Why no, she prefers to take her chances.
The issue on weight ticks her off.
She desires a lower metabolism 'cause its really difficult for her to put on the extra kilograms.
Unless you want to feel guilty for the rest of your life, do not ever mention the words 'you are skinny' because it does hurt.
It would be a great blow to her self-esteem. No, correction. She would be greatly demoralised.
Be kind to her, she forgives and forgets.
She must confess she loves her bloody punctuality, though she tries to be on time.
She yearns morning rains and waking up to the sounds of waves.
To watch the stars and have a clover leaf, its luck.
Everything ‘bout her screams water and she thinks water is the coolest drink.
She loves everything and hates nothing.
She’s into swimming, lifesaving, wakeboarding, drumming, rollerblading, rollercoasters, glow-in-the-darks, bunk beds, japanese, anime, audition, manga and her eekies.
She loves sleeping, but hey, she's no pig.
She loves shiny things because they catch the eye. Diamonds, chandeliers, shoes, bags, anything glitter goes.
She loves lipgloss, eyeliner, red nails and her red highlights. Yes, she's vain, but isn't that what makes a girl?
A huge fan of Walt Disney, she espcially loves the redhead little mermaid, Ariel.
Although she sucks at it, she loves jigsaw puzzles.
She likes to see the pieces come together, just like how she makes life to be - a portrait.
Her world is filled with colours, especially RED.scarlet, aqua and azure.
There’s no such thing as black and white, so don’t tell her what’s right from wrong.
She wants good riddance to evil, global warming and poverty.
If you smoke, she bites.
Keep your nails off the chalkboard, unless you're trying to bring her down.
Music plays a large part in her life. She enjoys stuffing earpieces in her ears and hear the music explode.
Sometimes, she tries to escape from burnin' out.
Give her a super shock, blow her off the block. Make her wanna. You're welcomed.
Rock. She likes it when you pop.
Guys with spiky hair make her melt. But hush, hush, turn it up baby, make your move. You've got fever, this freaking beat's so hot.
If you've got something she's never seen, one shot, you gotta give her everything.
Only one condition before she moves. She's no longer your prey, but the predator.
With every move she makes, she keeps her hunting eyes on the game. When her target is finally found, now it's time to play.
No need to talk, when you're caught.
Games get a bit of that, where's the thunder at. Get in her track, she's game.
But remember there's one thing you should know, when she's in hot pursuit, her mission is you.
You don't have to beg for more.
She doesn't turn back. She doesn't fear her past - Guess she delivers that.
She believes in fairytales, miracles and happily-ever-afters.
Don’t say no to her because she’ll make you say yes.
If you don't want her to go, try to convice her that she should stay.
She dislikes things like parting ways and saying goodbyes. The next time you leave her, instead of saying ‘bye’, say ‘I’ll see you again.’
She disappears one day...If you miss her, she misses you.
Basic courtesy.
She wants you to know that she loves her family and friends dearly. So, if you’re one of the above, you’re blessed!
What more can I say? God has given her many stepping stones. Lucky? She knows she's more than just that.
This gemini is a go-getter and a professional hairstylist/manga artist/animator/coast lifeguard wannabe.
She believes in dreaming. She believes that her moment will come, and when it does, here in this spotlight, she'll shine like a superstar.
She already lost half her life to sleep. Yes, she only realises it after waking up.
But, she is determined that her other half will be filled with her dreams, and of course, a little magic.
Get to know her? Pick one:
Email/Msn/Friendster/Facebook/Fictionpress
blog|
profile|
etc
Hello. My name is liying, without any spacing in between.
