Destiny bit my ass today,
and made me happy.

You're right,sweetheart.
Everything happens for a reason.

I should constantly remind myself of why shit even happens.We're always taking things for granted (it is especially for matters pertaining to the heart and the people who love us),so it's time to treasure every single moment.

It was all so surreal.
The warmth against my skin.
The sincerity of your kiss.

No matter how much I've changed,you still know me best.There is no doubt you'll always be there,ever ready to put a smile on my face.You might be oblivious to it all,but this means alot to me.Thank you sweet love..for everything.



{p/s} My best friend's the bomb!
{p/ss} Hot shower against my naked body = Theraphy

this is better than love.

"Falling in love used to be fun.Now doctors are warning that the throes of passion should be seen as a potentially fatal medical disorder.Psychologists say that 'lovesickness' is a genuine disease that needs more awareness and diagnosis."

- extraction from "Up All Night" by Carmen Reid

Considering the turmoil that I've brought upon myself,the dreaded exams and that emoshit for the past week or so..

(I can't believe I was stuck in that phase,for what seemed like ages.All that time being all boo-hoo,wishing things would be like how it used to be.Could someone please enlighten me as to how I got myself so wrecked in the first place?Oh,boys.)

It's high time for a chill pill.

Time to let go,smell the fresh air and look at anything and everything beautiful.To meet the many people I've missed and let myself indulge in their silly jokes and retarded stories.To have many shots of caffeine,enjoy good food and (maybe) drags of fags for a touch.

Yours truly misses every one of you.
Her number's on your cell,you know what to do.
<3

Meen Erhabe (Who's the terrorist?)

The real truth about terrorism (or how Bush refers to it anyway).A music video by the Palestinian Hip Hop group,DAM.



And have I mention?
It gets tiring playing lampost.

epic battle.

In the end,it all falls down to this.
A battle of who cares the least.
Right now..

I think I'm on the losing end.



"I'm so tired.
I just wish you were around."

so set my mind straight.

Not much of a hiatus now but to just justify myself,this is written at "knife-point".

Besides my anus and bladder doing tricks at the oddest of times (me is sorry if this sounds gross),my gut's doing somersaults.

Something's just bloody wrong.

Besides the darn telly,there've been alot of short periods of concentration.It became to the extent that I had to force my ass to get out of the house (because at least I've got the tv out of the way).It has to conveniently happen now,with my exams next week and that MCQ re-test this Thursday.

You'd think that maybe one could pass that MCQ test simply by,burning midnight oil the night before and "tic-tac-toe-ing" their way through.YEAH RIGHT (because out of all my coursemates,only 1/6 passed).

That pilates class would do so much good right now.Or someone wrapping me with their warmth and sweet words (unfortunately,I'm unlike the best friend).



Anyway,I just needed this to be known.
I'm mentally unwell right now.

Before you know it,
I'd be right there in your arms.

let me move to the beat.

(Just one last post.)



I WANT TO DANCE LIKE THEM!

like children.

"Like children,we never give up hope."
-Meredith, Grey's Anatomy

do me some good.



My world's in circles,
it's at it again.
I can't take it anymore.
Please take the pain away.

My cheeks smooth and dry,
no longer are the tears.
But my mind's going insane,
for I'm filled with fears.

Please don't let me crumble.
Hold tight and never let me go.
Tell me you love me,
since that's all that I wanna know.

Somebody,please?

me,the patriot.

Oh,what the heck.
I'm a patriotic sucker.



HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!






AND I HAVE GIVEN UP ON WATCHING SG IDOL!

red and white.

Are we really embracing the nation's birthday today?It's suppose to be the last of NDP,or so Mum tells me (yes,I tend to listen to her most random and unnecessary).

So exactly why do I not feel the red and white in my veins?

{edit}I think Mum gives out wrong info.{/edit}

oh this is sorrow.

Before we all know it,the 7th's here.Which means 2days away from the nation's birthday..but more importantly,Sav has gone back to the land of President Bush.I'm pretty sure Eric's (her bf) a happy boy now,leaving us Sg girls sighing.

Now we'll go back to how it was before she came.Which also means,not meeting those who are around when she is.Another 12months or so before she'd be back again (I hope).




- - - -

On a bimbotic note..

I've been enslaved with one of the 7 deadly sins..
Envy.

Days pass and it's not one day that I look in the mirror,not feeling like the ugliest duckling of all ugly ducklings.Flawless stick humans with make up on the covers of CLEO and Seventeen (so much for "love yourself unconditionally"),makes me go insane.In fact,I don't even have to look further than my circle of friends.Shrek probably looks better than me,sitting next to them.

Media has stereotype what beauty is.It means having skinny limps and procelain skin,with specks of colour on your face.Not even Dove real beauty advert can salvage me from this misery.

I want to be like Maggie Q.
Yes,I'm a shallow bitch right now.

Saying that I don't like dealing these issues I have with myself,would be an understatement.I loathe it.It sucks to know that I don't love myself enough and I do not mean egotestical-loving.

It wouldn't hurt for some loving right now.


Here's something to bring a smile for awhile.
The reason why I never cease to laugh in school.

it didn't help after all.




HOW THE HELL DO YOU EVEN NOT THINK ABOUT IT?





{p/s}
I feel worse after Mum told me,that Ahmad Sheikh Deedat has passed away (about 2years back).

this is not happening.

You know how it sucks when you've got a gazillion things to do,but there are certain circumstances that don't allow you to?

My webpage's deadline is this Monday and Dreamweaver is being a bitch.The bloody programme has been installed but it just wouldn't open.If I was a genius at these things,I'd know why.

UGH.This sucks.

Alhamdullilah for kind classmates.They're actually willing to sacrifice their precious notes,thumbdrives,laptops and time.I think one of these days I'd have to treat them all to Seoul Garden.

I better draft out my webpage now,just so I won't waste anymore of anyone's time.

i'm okay.
or at least,i try to be.



All this while,my words have been a code of mambo jumbo to some.So to put in simple english..

I have broken ties with the ex boyfriend.

Right now,it's all about cruising through this phase.I don't want anyone asking me whether I'm alright,or whether it's because of him.

Because the issue really lies within me.It's not as if anyone's gonna be able to do anything about it.Everyone's got their way of dealing with issues and it doesn't necessarily have to be,talking to someone about it.So for my sake,be all ignorant at my well-being and assume that I wasn't in such a dilemma.

This is me settling the disputes within me.

i want to fly.

Today's one of those days where you sit at your computer,trying to complete or achieve something.It's also one of those days where you try to occupy your brain cells with something else.

Just so you won't end up breaking down,bawling your eyes out whilst thinking about some asshole.It's been pretty much been like that these days.Plus the frowning when I get home and pasting that plastic smile around everyone else.

You know you need someone,when you picture flying as jumping off the 12th floor.

so it died,
for her to live again.

The letter's out.I hope every word would make your heart ache from understanding my beautiful,disastrous thoughts.

Yet I think,we're still in the viscious cycle.

Either of us come back and start something.Then it all breaksdown and pauses before starting again.It's as if the letter was non-existent and that I didn't step out.And I feel no better with him around or not.Go figure.

Well,good luck to me then.
Because I know I'll miss him.




But here I am again,
with nothing left inside,
Know I don't wanna,
but I gotta let you go

- "Let go",Ashley Parker Angel

25o788;NP-HLM
[msn] silverbubble_gal@hotmail.com

-
I always wonder what it'd be like..
To be able to sleep amongst the clouds.

Destiny bit my ass today,
and made me happy.

You're right,sweetheart.
Everything happens for a reason.

I should constantly remind myself of why shit even happens.We're always taking things for granted (it is especially for matters pertaining to the heart and the people who love us),so it's time to treasure every single moment.

It was all so surreal.
The warmth against my skin.
The sincerity of your kiss.

No matter how much I've changed,you still know me best.There is no doubt you'll always be there,ever ready to put a smile on my face.You might be oblivious to it all,but this means alot to me.Thank you sweet love..for everything.



{p/s} My best friend's the bomb!
{p/ss} Hot shower against my naked body = Theraphy

this is better than love.

"Falling in love used to be fun.Now doctors are warning that the throes of passion should be seen as a potentially fatal medical disorder.Psychologists say that 'lovesickness' is a genuine disease that needs more awareness and diagnosis."

- extraction from "Up All Night" by Carmen Reid

Considering the turmoil that I've brought upon myself,the dreaded exams and that emoshit for the past week or so..

(I can't believe I was stuck in that phase,for what seemed like ages.All that time being all boo-hoo,wishing things would be like how it used to be.Could someone please enlighten me as to how I got myself so wrecked in the first place?Oh,boys.)

It's high time for a chill pill.

Time to let go,smell the fresh air and look at anything and everything beautiful.To meet the many people I've missed and let myself indulge in their silly jokes and retarded stories.To have many shots of caffeine,enjoy good food and (maybe) drags of fags for a touch.

Yours truly misses every one of you.
Her number's on your cell,you know what to do.
<3

Meen Erhabe (Who's the terrorist?)

The real truth about terrorism (or how Bush refers to it anyway).A music video by the Palestinian Hip Hop group,DAM.



And have I mention?
It gets tiring playing lampost.

epic battle.

In the end,it all falls down to this.
A battle of who cares the least.
Right now..

I think I'm on the losing end.



"I'm so tired.
I just wish you were around."

so set my mind straight.

Not much of a hiatus now but to just justify myself,this is written at "knife-point".

Besides my anus and bladder doing tricks at the oddest of times (me is sorry if this sounds gross),my gut's doing somersaults.

Something's just bloody wrong.

Besides the darn telly,there've been alot of short periods of concentration.It became to the extent that I had to force my ass to get out of the house (because at least I've got the tv out of the way).It has to conveniently happen now,with my exams next week and that MCQ re-test this Thursday.

You'd think that maybe one could pass that MCQ test simply by,burning midnight oil the night before and "tic-tac-toe-ing" their way through.YEAH RIGHT (because out of all my coursemates,only 1/6 passed).

That pilates class would do so much good right now.Or someone wrapping me with their warmth and sweet words (unfortunately,I'm unlike the best friend).



Anyway,I just needed this to be known.
I'm mentally unwell right now.

Before you know it,
I'd be right there in your arms.

let me move to the beat.

(Just one last post.)



I WANT TO DANCE LIKE THEM!

like children.

"Like children,we never give up hope."
-Meredith, Grey's Anatomy

do me some good.



My world's in circles,
it's at it again.
I can't take it anymore.
Please take the pain away.

My cheeks smooth and dry,
no longer are the tears.
But my mind's going insane,
for I'm filled with fears.

Please don't let me crumble.
Hold tight and never let me go.
Tell me you love me,
since that's all that I wanna know.

Somebody,please?

me,the patriot.

Oh,what the heck.
I'm a patriotic sucker.



HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!






AND I HAVE GIVEN UP ON WATCHING SG IDOL!

red and white.

Are we really embracing the nation's birthday today?It's suppose to be the last of NDP,or so Mum tells me (yes,I tend to listen to her most random and unnecessary).

So exactly why do I not feel the red and white in my veins?

{edit}I think Mum gives out wrong info.{/edit}

oh this is sorrow.

Before we all know it,the 7th's here.Which means 2days away from the nation's birthday..but more importantly,Sav has gone back to the land of President Bush.I'm pretty sure Eric's (her bf) a happy boy now,leaving us Sg girls sighing.

Now we'll go back to how it was before she came.Which also means,not meeting those who are around when she is.Another 12months or so before she'd be back again (I hope).




- - - -

On a bimbotic note..

I've been enslaved with one of the 7 deadly sins..
Envy.

Days pass and it's not one day that I look in the mirror,not feeling like the ugliest duckling of all ugly ducklings.Flawless stick humans with make up on the covers of CLEO and Seventeen (so much for "love yourself unconditionally"),makes me go insane.In fact,I don't even have to look further than my circle of friends.Shrek probably looks better than me,sitting next to them.

Media has stereotype what beauty is.It means having skinny limps and procelain skin,with specks of colour on your face.Not even Dove real beauty advert can salvage me from this misery.

I want to be like Maggie Q.
Yes,I'm a shallow bitch right now.

Saying that I don't like dealing these issues I have with myself,would be an understatement.I loathe it.It sucks to know that I don't love myself enough and I do not mean egotestical-loving.

It wouldn't hurt for some loving right now.


Here's something to bring a smile for awhile.
The reason why I never cease to laugh in school.

it didn't help after all.




HOW THE HELL DO YOU EVEN NOT THINK ABOUT IT?





{p/s}
I feel worse after Mum told me,that Ahmad Sheikh Deedat has passed away (about 2years back).

this is not happening.

You know how it sucks when you've got a gazillion things to do,but there are certain circumstances that don't allow you to?

My webpage's deadline is this Monday and Dreamweaver is being a bitch.The bloody programme has been installed but it just wouldn't open.If I was a genius at these things,I'd know why.

UGH.This sucks.

Alhamdullilah for kind classmates.They're actually willing to sacrifice their precious notes,thumbdrives,laptops and time.I think one of these days I'd have to treat them all to Seoul Garden.

I better draft out my webpage now,just so I won't waste anymore of anyone's time.

i'm okay.
or at least,i try to be.



All this while,my words have been a code of mambo jumbo to some.So to put in simple english..

I have broken ties with the ex boyfriend.

Right now,it's all about cruising through this phase.I don't want anyone asking me whether I'm alright,or whether it's because of him.

Because the issue really lies within me.It's not as if anyone's gonna be able to do anything about it.Everyone's got their way of dealing with issues and it doesn't necessarily have to be,talking to someone about it.So for my sake,be all ignorant at my well-being and assume that I wasn't in such a dilemma.

This is me settling the disputes within me.

i want to fly.

Today's one of those days where you sit at your computer,trying to complete or achieve something.It's also one of those days where you try to occupy your brain cells with something else.

Just so you won't end up breaking down,bawling your eyes out whilst thinking about some asshole.It's been pretty much been like that these days.Plus the frowning when I get home and pasting that plastic smile around everyone else.

You know you need someone,when you picture flying as jumping off the 12th floor.

so it died,
for her to live again.

The letter's out.I hope every word would make your heart ache from understanding my beautiful,disastrous thoughts.

Yet I think,we're still in the viscious cycle.

Either of us come back and start something.Then it all breaksdown and pauses before starting again.It's as if the letter was non-existent and that I didn't step out.And I feel no better with him around or not.Go figure.

Well,good luck to me then.
Because I know I'll miss him.




But here I am again,
with nothing left inside,
Know I don't wanna,
but I gotta let you go

- "Let go",Ashley Parker Angel

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