Parachutes

Hari Kamu Jadi

2009-11-18T08:21:00.000-08:00

Today is my friend Bella's birthday. I am sorry if I can't call him and wish him because I'm in Thailand and it's really expensive. He'll understand. I guess I should write some nice things on here. Somehow I find it hard, and I keep backspacing. Maybe cause there's to many nice things to write!Bella's always really nice to me, eventhough I always break promises and act all cocky. Sometimes I wish he'll be meaner to me. He also apologises for little things even if he does nothing wrong which is a really good thing. More men should be like that.:D I think I'll just make it short and sweet and say Happy Birthday, have fun.. oh and make sure you eat lots and lots and lots of cake :)
You'll get your present.

by the way, happy birthday as well to Jia En and my sister :)

You asked for an update

2009-11-16T01:33:00.000-08:00

I went to school today.
I am dreading the thought of going for a tournament in thailand
I bought a goldfish.
I am quite sleepy.
New Moon is coming out in 5 days.
I will not post anything further.
This is because I have nothing to say.
I can't just post like how I normally post if I'm not in the mood.
Okay?
:

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2009-11-11T08:47:00.001-08:00

To be or not to be

2009-11-09T05:20:00.000-08:00

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual.And no this was not just a crush.Because i would not have felt JUST that way.
Just the sight of him.. Heart pounding, Throat thickening, Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

But those days have passed, I HOPE.. I've somewhat grown up from the person I was several months ago and I am much more realistic now..

He's a vampire. and I am human.. I don't want to waste my humanity on a guy.

My Favourite

2009-10-09T00:28:00.000-07:00

I hope that I've healed during our year apart, and that I'm sitting with you while you read this. But if I'm not, it's not because I don't love you... Because I do. And it's not because I don't miss you, because I miss you already. It'll just mean that I'm not better. And the story isn't over yet...

You're wrong. Because time will pass and she'll be fine.

told you i'd meet a man from the future

The Diary of Jane

2009-10-04T02:28:00.000-07:00

when you're parents tell you to stay away from boys and don't go fall in love cause you're a teenager.. PLEASE LISTEN TO THEM. there's a reason why they say it.. i unfortunately did not have my parents tell me such things because, well, i'm not really the type. Quite of a good kid and doesn't really get involved in things but now i'm beginning to suspect that i may quite possibly be Bi-Polar. Sometimes, i become another person but i don't know. Won't dwell on this cause i have exams to study for. In between study breaks i managed to finish reading eclipse. I couldn't help but feel for the character of Jacob Black , as if we were going through the same things. Except that my arch enemy was not a vampire.

I am listening to Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.

I quite like it.

Sometimes, i regret things I've done..
Lies I've told.
I discovered something. But wait, i don't think i'll say it here.. god knows who reads this blog

I watched My Sassy Girl a while ago and then as I walked across the tv area, i saw that my sister was watching it. I couldn't sit down and watch with her as i had work to do but then i remembered. The last time i watched this movie i cried my eyes out. Even my BROTHER, who for all thoughts and purposes to me, is a girl . It's a really really good movie. Walk to remember better watch out x). There are so many versions of this movie but the original one is the Korean version. The Korean ones better than the Hollywood version. It's based on a true story told in a series of love letters writen by a man named Kim Ho Sik, who initially posted them on the internet and then adapted them into a novel.
My fingers are tired, my mind is wandering
and i'm still enjoying clair de lune

Screaming Blue Murder

2009-09-26T11:55:00.000-07:00

I have no idea what that means, but it looks cool.
I'm writing not because I have something to write about, but simply for the sake of it.Yesterday, while I was on MSN, I saw something about a thirteen-year-old blogger who was famous and being invited to all sorts of fashion shows and blah. Apparently some fashion people saw her blog, which reviews, I think, the clothes that wacky fashion designers come up with. One thing's for sure: if we ever met, we would never see eye to eye.First of all, the fact that she likes, and keeps up with, trends of the day. Call me old, stiff, close-minded, whatever you like, but I simply cannot understand modern fashion. Just like abstract art. Who in the real world actually keeps up with these things? Seriously. In my opinion, if it's not your job to critique or design or model, and you're not a celebrity, then why do you bloody care?
(I'm not criticising her, actually, since it is her job now. I think.)Then the way her blog is written. Okay, I know, I know, she's not a writer, but just reading it makes me feel frivolous and rather groupie-like. Of course, it doesn't matter, since she's a critic and not an author. Just sayin'.My dad said I should start commenting on books, but most unfortunately,i haven't read in ages. So bluek. I don't think I wanna be the next great book critic prodigy or whatever, anyway.

Golf is going pretty well.Losing to Miss.Bitch was quite a horrible experience
School is okay and I am quite excited for school to re-open.PMR in 11 days :(
After PMR there's entrance exams . Yes, damn!
but after that it's ireland so i don't exactly have that much time to laze around after exams

Won't blog for another million years or so. It's break time now, so i'm just burning some time.
54 days to new moon [20.11.09]
and i've decided no more twilight movie's with the parents. I'm going to ask someone, if he's free. Or maybe he'll ask me. hope it works out this time and i would like to say that i'm not so much of a clutz anymore. I think.

My head is throbbing, my vision is splotching, my temper is irritable and I gotta go.

My best friend's wedding

2009-09-19T05:06:00.000-07:00

i know.. ELVIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS
but his hair reminds me of a chocolate brownie

LETS LEAVE IT AT THAT..
YOU'LL LIVE,
IT'S ME I'M WORRIED ABOUT

Next Destination Please

2009-09-19T01:41:00.002-07:00

Hello..

it's been a while hasn't it. I think it's the PMR blues. I just have no mood to blog/facebook or twitter. Since holidays have started, i thought maybe i should post something. The most recent good thing which i did was watching Final Destination 4.

Shockingly i enjoyed every bit of all the gruesome killings despite me wanting to leave before the movie even started.

It's was quite exciting. Although i did close my eyes for the bits which were.. well, let's say too much for a 15 year old girl to handle.

This is Bobby Campo, who plays Nick
i think he is very well, uhm
Gorgeous (:

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random

you're yawning like the b word
im yawning like a bitch?
no..bitches can't yawn
yes they can
you've seen a female dog yawn?
no, but i've seen a very rude girl yawn before
LOL

and if you guys don't know what b word i was referring to, it was Baby
not Barney

Time to crack open the Sejarah Books

My Mixed Tape (:

2009-09-01T00:48:00.000-07:00

Well, currently my top songs are

Fix You- Coldplay

Anyone Else but You- The Moldy Peaches

Anything But Ordinary- Avril Lavigne

I'm With You- Avril Lavigne

Sugar Mouse- Oh! Atoms

Ultraviolet- Stiff Dylans

Forever- Chris Brown

There She Goes- The La's

Clocks- Coldplay

Here comes The Sun- The Beatles

Man In The Mirror- MJ/Leehom

Fly With Me- Jonas Brothers (Don't judge me)

Tree Swing- Kimya Dawson

Black or White- Michael Jackson

Summer of 69- Bryan Adams

Lay My Love On You- Westlife

Great DJ- The Ting Tings

*there's more actually and this is in no specific order but since people always ask me when i'm listening to my ipod, "what are you listening to?" i hope this answers your question

by the way
i like to dress up only for special occasions
my idea of what you guys call fashion is
shorts, a t-shirt with something weird on it and sneakers..

ALSO,
Is it normal to feel like you want everyone to know what you are intent on keeping secret?
For example, say you bought a new dress or shirt for your friend.
You want to keep it a surprise but find, at the same time, that you simply can't resist dropping numerous, less-than-subtle hints so he or she finds out in the end.
And it seems hard to stop short of telling him or her outright. Or, another more common example is that you heard a secret from someone and can't wait to tell your besties.
Perhaps, you might have a crush on someone but feel too shy to tell your friends in case they disapprove, yet you say lots of things to make them guess it.
Whatever it is, I'm trying to find out if this sort of feeling has been identified and named.
If possible, I'd like to know what region of the brain it is associated with. Actually, does anyone else ever feel it?
Am I just weird?
I think this is a kind of thing is intended to let others on without outright telling, to see their reactions and figure out if you should tell them. I'll call it the gouge-out.

Not that any of those examples include me - trust me, secrets you confide in me are stored in very secluded parts of my mind that I rarely think of telling anyone else. It's MY OWN secrets I feel like telling. I don't think I'm famous for ratting out people.
Or am I?
Maybe I just don't know it. But I'm rambling.Anyway, I need someone to help me keep to my resolutions.

Ciao

Food for thought

2009-08-29T00:43:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's just me,
but it seems that things always seem better when you look back on them.
The present lays the facts down bare, clean and honest, but the past exaggerates them.
Another weird thing about life,
along with where the socks go after laundry is done.
I also see that the less you care about society, the better it treats you. Either that, or you just don't realise when you're being outcast. When I was ten and thought friends were life, pretty much everyone hated me, including myself. Now I'm 5 years older and couldn't care less who does. It feels gooood.
However, I'm still trying to unravel certain mysteries.
Like why most people instinctively fear facing the truth, or rational discussion.
Really.
Example: when you have a fight with your friend and he or she wants to talk about it, you dread the moment. Or when you know someone likes/hates you, and are scared that he or she wants to talk to you about the feelings between the both of you. It's strange.Also, I am adopting a new doctrine: to step in someone else's shoes.
When my teacher yells at the class, I won't blame her instantly. I'll try to understand why she's upset and attempt to remedy it.
If possible. Even though she isn't my favourite person
And I'll take a new motto I got from Anne of Windy Willows: "If you carry a smiling visage, to the glass you meet a smile." Although it won't be easy smiling at people all the time as i have weak smile bones.
Figures.
I think I should be more assertive.
Maybe I'm acting rather doormat-ish in my efforts to be a forgiving, diplomatic person.
Perhaps I'm too forgiving.

But blah.
I so need my sleep now.
I look like a god damn racoon

Raindrops are falling on my head

2009-08-23T00:41:00.000-07:00

Summer solstice has past, and the rain gods have decided, once again, that we are worthy enough to be watered; they are done with their tempting and taunting, done with greying the sky and shocking the Earth, only to leave without giving a drop of what they hold.

A.K.A, it's been raining at last.

I've kept to my promises, and the results have shown earlier than I expected. I hadn't even made them at the time.
Ever since I began with my resolutions, I've found that my memory, when it come to classes, is improving. Whoopee.

Anywhoodledoodle...

Today was productive, but in a rather boring way. I managed to get rid of my boredom, though, by writing a li'l.
Total randomness - it was pretty much make-it-up-as-I-go-along.

A writer, a travelling journalist
Penning his story in hues of acryllic.
Quilting the pieces of his hardship
With a thread of song.
Or a designer, perhaps an architect
Drawing the plans and schemes with a twitch of the reins.
Bending the laws of gravity,
To suit his taste.
But, for now, a child
An adult. Something in between.
A faithful friend, an eager pupil
Full of hopes and dreams.
That is who I am.
Who I am to be remains to be seen.

And!!

I think I'll write a poem on Michael Jackson. He's got a very poetic story. Mourning for him now.