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Deal with the Devil if the Devil has a constituency - and don't complain about the heat.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010 @ 8:40 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Daddy.Thank you for chidding and prohibiting me to do almost everything. I know very well, now, that your over-protectiveness usually spans from being overly concerned. I just want to say that, without your presence, i'd feel lost. Very lost. Because I'm used to having you around and i can't imagine life without you. Thank you for your guidance these sixteen years of my very existence. You're my guiding light and even though i know i'll never ever say these three words out loud, i love you.
Pure Hearts and stumble
In my hands they crumble
And fragile and stripped to the core
I can't hurt you anymore
Loved by numbers
You loosing, life's wonder
And touch like strangers detached
I can feel you anymore
And sunshine, trapped in our hearts
It could rise again, but I'm lost
And crushed
I'm cold and confused with no guiding light left inside
You were guiding, light
Aside from sentiments, i'm here with official news.
NEWS OF THE DAY: I've started dating andddd I've also found a new BFF. (In case you don't know, BFF stands for Best-Friend-Forever.)
My dearest bunk bed is my boyfriend and google has became my bestfriend of the year. (And following years to come.)
I love my bed, totally.
I would give my life, heart and soul in exchange to be with it for a minute.
Just
one minute.
Just
that minute more would do.
I would also gladly spend my last few dying moments lying on it.
I'm lacking in sleep and this sleep deprivation process is killing me.
Its probably due to all the draining physical training that lasts throughout the entire week. The dreaded process is also a non-stop, continuous cycle that repeats itself, every single day.
You might be thinking that i'm a complain queen or what have you, but i don't give a shit man. I'm rly damn tired and the only way to release my pent-up desperation for sleep is to allow myself to bemoan, fuss, grumble, protest, whine, yak, and bitch non-stop about how tired i am until its to my satisfaction.
Currently, i'm exploring the idea of rewinding my bodyclock. That means to say that upon reaching home after lifeguards, i sleep from 9pm onwards all the way to 3am, wake up and start on a madrush to finish my homework till 6am. After that, its off for school. Therefore, instead of the usual 12am-6am or 1am-6am sleepless nights, i get the same amount of sleep, BUT, here's the catch. I'm sleeping during the 'golden hour', which is the period whereby scientists think is the time at which your body rests and repairs itself best. This theory was tested by me and it truly works. Somehow, whenever i sleep at 9pm, i'll wake up at exactly 1am in the morning and feel like i've slept 12 hours straight, when in actual fact, it was just four.
Okay, that's enough complaining for the day.
I'm tired of complaining already.
Even though i slept an hour just now, i'm still feeling dreary.
WAKE UP WAKE UPPPPP WAKE UP.
Crap. This is most self-deprecating.
Off to decorate my father's birthday cake.
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.