Never give up
Never give in
Dreams do come true
And this is what they said on the cover of a book called "How to make it in Hollywood"
Two more years
I have big dreams, and sometimes I think they're to big
But it's okay, because i'l rather be ambitions than have no ambition at all
I like perezhilton.com
People hate him, but I think he's nice
And Britney, and Paris
China was nice
And my foster family were really good to me
The scenery at West Lake, the mountain we climed whose name I cannot remember
And dangling my legs over the waters near broken bridge
Althoguh, I did'nt get to see the Great Wall
Or pandas:(
And musical evening was brilliant
All the work we had put in for three months paid off
And I think we did excellent
I really love this CCA, more than I could say
But I could'nt imagine being in any other
I though during the holidays
I would be a complete log
Sitting at home sleeping all day, getting bored
But it seems ike i'm running around all over the place with no rest
But i'm not complaining
I would rather run around all over the place with no rest than have nothing to do
And, since I'm running around the palce with no rest
I won't blog as much
Thus my blog was'nt updated for a long time
But it is now, so it's okay
And now i'll watch Sweeney Todd
Übers Ende Der Welt
Wir sind durch die Stadt gerannt,
ham keinen Ort mehr erkannt,
an dem wir nicht schon einmal waren.
Wir ham alles ausprobiert,
die Freiheit endet hier,
wir müssen jetzt durch diese Wand.
Verlager dein Gewicht,
den Abgrund siehst du nicht.
Achtug, fertig, los und lauf,
vor uns bricht der Himmel auf.
Wir schaffen es zusammen,
Übers Ende dieser Welt,
die hinter uns zerfällt.
Wir schauen nochmal zurück,
es ist der letzte Blick,
auf alles, was für immer war.
Komm, atme noch mal ein,
es kann der Anfang sein,
der Morgen ist zum greifen nah.
Verlager dein Gewicht,
den Abgrund siehst du nicht.
Achtug, fertig, los und lauf,
vor uns bricht der Himmel auf.
Wir schaffen es zusammen,
Übers Ende dieser Welt,
die hinter uns zerfällt.
Lass es alles hinter dir,
Es gibt nichts mehr zu verlier'n.
Alles hinter dir und mir,
hält uns nicht mehr auf.
Verlager dein Gewicht,
Guck mir ins Gesicht.
Achtug, fertig, los und lauf,
vor uns bricht der Himmel auf.
Wir schaffen es zusammen,
Übers Ende dieser Welt,
die hinter uns zerfällt.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Don't look at me, I'm a complete mess
Don't speak to me, I only have one thing to say
Don't touch me, I cannot bear to feel you
Don't think of me, I will know if you did
Don't talk about me, I will know what you said
I will forget you
But don't you ever forget me
The time is up, just the one night we needed
Don't speak to me, I only have one thing to say
Don't touch me, I cannot bear to feel you
Don't think of me, I will know if you did
Don't talk about me, I will know what you said
I will forget you
But don't you ever forget me
The time is up, just the one night we needed
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I've been thinking of someone, alot
Too much
Writing this is a way of saying, "I'm still not over you".
And that's the saddest thought ever because i'll never have you
And if it seems sick and twisted
Then so be it, i'm sick and twisted
I walked along the shoreline, late at night. Such a foolish thing to do, particularly alone. I feared robbers and thieves, as the freezing sea breeze whipped my hair around my face. I hugged my black shawl tighter around myself, closed my eyes, and breathed in the scent of the ocean as a wave crashed at my feet, drawing back into the sea and leaving behind smooth sand. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper, yellowed and stale with age.
I opened it and read the message it held for the last time.
Dear Alice,
I won't be coming back for a long time, but I assure you, I will think of you every day. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and though I've loved you to the fullest, I will love you even more on my return.
But it wouldn't be fair for you if I didn't tell you that this path I'm taking is bleak and unclear, and I might not come back. If I don't, Alice, you must continue living. Marry another, and lead a happy life with children, and your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren. But I hope you will never forget me, as I will never forget you.
Love,
Calvin
This was the last thing he ever sent me. I waited, months, seasons. And soon, two entire years had passed before I heard that he had died in battle, wounded and weak. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, refusing to cry. But I did anyway, still clutching that letter. Kneeling and sobbing on the cold sand, I stretched out the hand and prepared to do what I came here for.
I let go.
The sea breeze brought it out to the ocean and I couldn't see it any more. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be gone, it was the only thing I had left of him, except for my memories. I didn't even have a picture.
I stood up quickly and rushed into the water, wading out into open sea, not knowing where I was or where I was going. I just wanted that letter back. Cries came from behind me
"She'll drown!"
I want to drown. What would a woman like me live for, with no real love, or no genuine happiness in her life? I want to kill myself, and end this misery. And I would see Calvin again. My heart lifted at the thought of being held close to his chest in a warm embrace. A wave hit me, and I stumbled and fell.
I didn't know where left or right was, all I knew was my struggle for air. I fought frantically. A doctor would tell you that the more you struggled, the less time you had, but I was no doctor. Everything became blur and fuzzy, and the cold seawater suddenly held a strange warmth. Was this death?
No, it wasn't. I knew, because I woke up minutes later on the beach, with the man I was arranged to be wed to at my side, sobbing almost as hard as I did. He saw me open my eyes, and pulled me into a hug.
"How could you even think of-," but his words were cut off by cries. I pulled away gently. I didn't love this man as much as I loved Calvin, I could never. But I cared about him enough to not want him hurt.
"I..I lost my earring." He looked at me as though in disbelief, and then kissed me on the lips.
"I would get you all the earrings in the world, if it meant a choice between that, or losing you."
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be," and we held each other tight on that beach. He grieved over the thought of ever losing me, but I only could think of Calvin. The way he would throw his head back and laugh, the way he could make me feel perfect by putting his hands around me, the way he made the world so much brighter, just by looking into my eyes. I loved him, I still did.
Too much
Writing this is a way of saying, "I'm still not over you".
And that's the saddest thought ever because i'll never have you
And if it seems sick and twisted
Then so be it, i'm sick and twisted
I walked along the shoreline, late at night. Such a foolish thing to do, particularly alone. I feared robbers and thieves, as the freezing sea breeze whipped my hair around my face. I hugged my black shawl tighter around myself, closed my eyes, and breathed in the scent of the ocean as a wave crashed at my feet, drawing back into the sea and leaving behind smooth sand. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper, yellowed and stale with age.
I opened it and read the message it held for the last time.
Dear Alice,
I won't be coming back for a long time, but I assure you, I will think of you every day. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and though I've loved you to the fullest, I will love you even more on my return.
But it wouldn't be fair for you if I didn't tell you that this path I'm taking is bleak and unclear, and I might not come back. If I don't, Alice, you must continue living. Marry another, and lead a happy life with children, and your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren. But I hope you will never forget me, as I will never forget you.
Love,
Calvin
This was the last thing he ever sent me. I waited, months, seasons. And soon, two entire years had passed before I heard that he had died in battle, wounded and weak. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, refusing to cry. But I did anyway, still clutching that letter. Kneeling and sobbing on the cold sand, I stretched out the hand and prepared to do what I came here for.
I let go.
The sea breeze brought it out to the ocean and I couldn't see it any more. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be gone, it was the only thing I had left of him, except for my memories. I didn't even have a picture.
I stood up quickly and rushed into the water, wading out into open sea, not knowing where I was or where I was going. I just wanted that letter back. Cries came from behind me
"She'll drown!"
I want to drown. What would a woman like me live for, with no real love, or no genuine happiness in her life? I want to kill myself, and end this misery. And I would see Calvin again. My heart lifted at the thought of being held close to his chest in a warm embrace. A wave hit me, and I stumbled and fell.
I didn't know where left or right was, all I knew was my struggle for air. I fought frantically. A doctor would tell you that the more you struggled, the less time you had, but I was no doctor. Everything became blur and fuzzy, and the cold seawater suddenly held a strange warmth. Was this death?
No, it wasn't. I knew, because I woke up minutes later on the beach, with the man I was arranged to be wed to at my side, sobbing almost as hard as I did. He saw me open my eyes, and pulled me into a hug.
"How could you even think of-," but his words were cut off by cries. I pulled away gently. I didn't love this man as much as I loved Calvin, I could never. But I cared about him enough to not want him hurt.
"I..I lost my earring." He looked at me as though in disbelief, and then kissed me on the lips.
"I would get you all the earrings in the world, if it meant a choice between that, or losing you."
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be," and we held each other tight on that beach. He grieved over the thought of ever losing me, but I only could think of Calvin. The way he would throw his head back and laugh, the way he could make me feel perfect by putting his hands around me, the way he made the world so much brighter, just by looking into my eyes. I loved him, I still did.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Something fell from the top of my wardrobe
And I woke up, and it's 7.22 am
I've been sleeping since 6 pm yesterday
I only get woken up because of things around me
And people too, and if no one woke me up
I think I could sleep for the rest of my life
And, I'm already eating cornflakes
Or, waiting for them to get soggy in the milk
Because I don't like hard cornflakes
And yes, I've brushed my teeth
And I haven't taken my vitamin C tablet
Because I'm lazy to go open the bottle, take out the pill, and swallow it
Stupid, stupid tablets
There's angklung later at 10
I think it's at 10
But I don't know
So I set an sms to Geraldine
She probably hasn't even woken up yet, sleepy woman
Speaking of smses, Playback Theatre was very nice
For those who are not familiar, it's a form of theatre
Where instead of reading from scripts, you get audience members to say things
And you perform a fluid, or flash where you act out the feelings
It's almost like therapy, because they say out their problems and you act them out
Although, for me the first time was quite hard
And, I always thought theatre as musicals, or reading from scripts
So it was a bit of a surprise for me
But overall, it went really well
And, Anne, Jerry, Renee and Michael were really nice people
And Renee knows Mr Rei:D
And they've been at it for years, and are really good
And really funny:)
It's important for Playback Theatre to be publicised
So if you want to come, please do
You can just ask me:D
And if your mother doesn't allow you to
Sneak out of the house, do what you have to do, I won't tell anybody
But if you want me to talk to her, bring her here right now
I'll have a word with mom
You there mom?
Yeah, your son or daughter want to come to playback theatre what'cha gonna do about it. Let them go unless you want your son or daughter to not get any hobbies and become a hooker so they have something to do.You don't want your son or daughter to be sleeping around because they're bored do you? No. So send them here, hoe.
I solemnly swear, that Chris Crocker knows everything about this
And I woke up, and it's 7.22 am
I've been sleeping since 6 pm yesterday
I only get woken up because of things around me
And people too, and if no one woke me up
I think I could sleep for the rest of my life
And, I'm already eating cornflakes
Or, waiting for them to get soggy in the milk
Because I don't like hard cornflakes
And yes, I've brushed my teeth
And I haven't taken my vitamin C tablet
Because I'm lazy to go open the bottle, take out the pill, and swallow it
Stupid, stupid tablets
There's angklung later at 10
I think it's at 10
But I don't know
So I set an sms to Geraldine
She probably hasn't even woken up yet, sleepy woman
Speaking of smses, Playback Theatre was very nice
For those who are not familiar, it's a form of theatre
Where instead of reading from scripts, you get audience members to say things
And you perform a fluid, or flash where you act out the feelings
It's almost like therapy, because they say out their problems and you act them out
Although, for me the first time was quite hard
And, I always thought theatre as musicals, or reading from scripts
So it was a bit of a surprise for me
But overall, it went really well
And, Anne, Jerry, Renee and Michael were really nice people
And Renee knows Mr Rei:D
And they've been at it for years, and are really good
And really funny:)
It's important for Playback Theatre to be publicised
So if you want to come, please do
You can just ask me:D
And if your mother doesn't allow you to
Sneak out of the house, do what you have to do, I won't tell anybody
But if you want me to talk to her, bring her here right now
I'll have a word with mom
You there mom?
Yeah, your son or daughter want to come to playback theatre what'cha gonna do about it. Let them go unless you want your son or daughter to not get any hobbies and become a hooker so they have something to do.You don't want your son or daughter to be sleeping around because they're bored do you? No. So send them here, hoe.
I solemnly swear, that Chris Crocker knows everything about this
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I just woke up
But don't blame me, I've been out all day yesterday, and yesternight
Shopping in the afternoon with Nive, and Halloween at night
And another event today in the evening
Yes, I'm going out too much nowadays
Nive was so cute
She's my shopping advisor now
And it's good, because out of the things I bought was a new black dress, a blue pearl necklace, and a belt
And she helped me chose them out
If I saw something I liked, I would pull her into the shop
And, she ate at Subway for the first time yesterday
So basically we went to every shopping centre in Jurong East
And every clothing and accessory shop there was
The dress did fit me nicely
But I think if I grew any fatter, I couldn't fit into it any more
So, yes, I'm still on a diet
On a diet, yes, a diet
It's going very well, thank you
I did a little of the Maths Holiday Assignment
Which makes me feel very accomplished, although I'm only halfway there
And I revised indices
And I've got 1 hour before I have to get ready
So for now, a story
There was a girl who lived on the fifteenth floor of her HDB flat. She was out one day, and only came home late at night, which was why she was surprised to see her mother sitting down at the void deck, waiting for her. She went to meet her mother, and was talking to her as they both walked to the lift. She was the only one talking. Her mother just listened, and looked the other way so she didn't see her face.
They both got into the lift, and her mother pressed the button leading to the 13th floor. The girl realised what happened and asked her other if she had forgotton they lived on the 15th floor, but the mother didn't reply.
When they came to the 13th floor, the mother made to exit the lift, but the girl shouted "Mom!". The woman turned around, and asked her "Do I look like your mother to you?". The girl screamed and fainted.
But don't blame me, I've been out all day yesterday, and yesternight
Shopping in the afternoon with Nive, and Halloween at night
And another event today in the evening
Yes, I'm going out too much nowadays
Nive was so cute
She's my shopping advisor now
And it's good, because out of the things I bought was a new black dress, a blue pearl necklace, and a belt
And she helped me chose them out
If I saw something I liked, I would pull her into the shop
And, she ate at Subway for the first time yesterday
So basically we went to every shopping centre in Jurong East
And every clothing and accessory shop there was
The dress did fit me nicely
But I think if I grew any fatter, I couldn't fit into it any more
So, yes, I'm still on a diet
On a diet, yes, a diet
It's going very well, thank you
I did a little of the Maths Holiday Assignment
Which makes me feel very accomplished, although I'm only halfway there
And I revised indices
And I've got 1 hour before I have to get ready
So for now, a story
There was a girl who lived on the fifteenth floor of her HDB flat. She was out one day, and only came home late at night, which was why she was surprised to see her mother sitting down at the void deck, waiting for her. She went to meet her mother, and was talking to her as they both walked to the lift. She was the only one talking. Her mother just listened, and looked the other way so she didn't see her face.
They both got into the lift, and her mother pressed the button leading to the 13th floor. The girl realised what happened and asked her other if she had forgotton they lived on the 15th floor, but the mother didn't reply.
When they came to the 13th floor, the mother made to exit the lift, but the girl shouted "Mom!". The woman turned around, and asked her "Do I look like your mother to you?". The girl screamed and fainted.
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