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today's tuesday.

Which means tomorrow's a wednesday, the day before thursday; and then friday, the next day before SATURDAY! hahaha

weekend!


and you, please get well soon! you know who you are.
say oink(:

Its been half a month since i last posted. Oh well. I'm not a habitual blogger so it depends on my mood, or laziness level really.

Day One of eating healthy is going smoothly; for now.
Usually dependant on uber unhealthy but uber delicious awesome prawn kuehs or similar foods for breakfast, i started off with an apple today.

Green apple.

Sour.

So i had a sour start to a sour monday but hopefully it won't be a sour week.

Maintaining this for two months will be my aim, but maintaining it for two weeks i'll be happy as a baby. Well,babies always seem happy.

Also, money saving plans have to be made because i just tore open the envelope containing my phone bills.

One word to describe.

Insane.

So yea, i'll be devising my own savings plan, and hopefully carry it out smoothly.

Lastly, funny people was a crude show, but still funny. Except the theatre was like a huge sauna and making us both grumpy!

And that meatballs movie was funny too!

So catch it, i recommend both.





The bells of knowing chimed away,
as the twinkle of hints flew.
Alas the wings were spread so even,
They each don't have a clue.

Simply do not judge a book by its cover.

How many times have we all been guilty of labelling somebody a misfit of something, and in the end that particular person proves us wrong, usually in an impeccable and mind blowing style?

Be it an autistic child, or a tattered novel with the covers lost through time, something wonderful within is always awaiting to be tapped and unleashed.

I admire these people. Who shock and awe with deception, in a good way of course. Deception as in they fool people with how they look, and then transpiring to elevate themselves into a world of sensationalism.

Nonetheless, the world is a mixture of everything nice and everything bad. If only each one of us could see just that hidden spark or flame inside nondescript looking people, there would be so much more positivity in their souls.

A memorable and wonderful day,
of laughter, joy and fun.
amongst the creations of God,
of greenery and splendid sun!


Didn't know squirrels and otters were so uber cute!

And its fun to take candid shots of vain people. erhem(:







if ever there was a choice,
to spend it all eternity.
it will to be with peace,
and non so animosity.


heard this child singing...

if your happy and you know you clap your hands(:

There once lived a mighty piglet,
who ruled the seven seas.
No its not a male piglet,
but a female one with fleas.

in the turn of an eye,
the music flutters through and sigh.
of careful mingling and dancing,
with a smile so faint and wry.

why oh why there exists,
a main cast of bridging characters.
that seeks of tampered dreams,
and broken last gasp endeavours.

of solitude which blends companionship,
of a simple metaphoric phrase.
of impending storms and stuttering future,
of a deep and soulful gaze.

Sometimes in life there will be someone, something, or somewhere which will influence the way you live your life, the directions in which you will take, or perhaps the distance you will walk, run, or even crawl. Be it fictitious or real life characters, everyone has to go through some altercations, to expect alterations to their daily life, and therefore gain extensive invaluable experience to lead a more fulfilling life.

The reason why there is an inner urge within us to expect better, to know we can be better, is because there really is such opportunity available to us, even in the most harshest and desolate of situations.

Sometimes really, you see no end of sorrows, you see no light at the end of the freaking long tunnel, you see no end to the endless incessant screams and yells of unjustifiable repercussions cause by the works of others.

You want peace, but you get pissed. You want hope, but you get bundled up and thrown onto the road.


So what is left for me, or even for us, for all who tasted the air of this world, when all seem lost and hopeless?





God(:

Standing by the deserted road, cut a forlorn figure of a man.
He turned around and gave a snare,
and looked at me with a forbidden glare.

I threw a rock at him,
he ducked and sang.
"You little wimpish boy,
come taste my little fangs"

I sought out help from an old woman,
who gladly decided to help.
She took out her umbrella,
and hit him till he yelped.

I smiled and hugged her tight.
Thanking her for doing right.
She turned around and looked at me,
"Now your mine, my food, my pride"



Disclaimer: i was writing this outta boredom. No malice intended. heh

I already knew what i wanted to write about. Cause i miss her so much.






The sun lightly painted,
and shaded those wrinkles sleeker.
As her hair became greying permutations,
the spirit alas had a seeker.

As the years start to wind,
on the fragility of it all.
She made her way through life,
and darkness, would arrive and crawl.

Nothing could be more painful,
to see the torment of ageing.
For it lights a tearful purpose,
which speaks of a heart; so bleeding.

As easily as I know she could,
protect me from growing harms.
All that was left for me to remember,
were yellow pictures and her charm.

Time has proven elusive,
to keep and for some; forget.
But in a capsule of memory and love,
she will always, always be kept.

Nothing  much to write about recently. Just waiting for words to come and form little alliances with each other.
But then again, they get capricious sometimes.



And so within me arose a thorn,
which pricked and deceived;
and made a song.

Alas the world has gone so deep,
to arrest the hurt which conveyed;
and seeped.

To hear is evil, to listen is doom.
for people who matter;
it is just to make them swoon.



have a great night.

I realised one thing. Whenever i post something, i don't give it a title first. I just let my mind wander throughout the whole writing process and let it just flow... its not a good thing if your someone who likes things to be structured, to stay structured. Which i'm really not actually. I write what i feel, how i feel at that moment, how i wish to express myself at that very particular perculiar scene.

So basically, i follow no rules. Its either i write crap, or i deliver sensibility. But i think more of the former.
Anyway, its such a blanked day today. As in, tired, smouldered, and wrapped in a cocoon of haze and fog.
No, its nothing to do with the weather, just my fatigue settling comfortably inside my body.

All i need is sleep really. Just some good old sleep underneath my comforter and the silent whirring sound of the air conditioner. I'm sorry but my fan broke down. heh.

Sleep. I'm gonna catch you.



And because i'm gonna visit my grandparents tmr, i'm uber happy(:
 

After all, is it just a masquerade? The limitless knows no limits, the strong knows no weakness. How apt. I don't know what i'm saying but i'm just speaking like how my mind tells me to. I don't care if it sounds cliched, don't care if my blog stains of emotional rants and periodical monologues or even reek of inky shrouds of survivability.
Yes, i survived.
The darkest day of someone's life is probably the most life threatening, be it physically or mentally.
Thank God for pulling me out of the doldrums and introducing me to a new road, a new path...

Driving test was a breeze because God made it seem like a breeze.
 It was like 10 - 15 minutes? Was feeling pretty nervous cause he thought it was gonna be an immediate failure for doing something that he may not have realised!
But whatever, its over, done and dusted, period.

And now for the Saab(:

Hamsters make the world go round.
So if you lose one, it means the wheel will never turn that often anymore, the ball will never roll that much anymore, and the little ball bearing at the tip of the water bottle will never tinkle that loudly anymore.

I'm gonna miss you so much furry one. I'm sorry if i wasn't a good owner but yea, you were utterly beautiful and brilliant and cute.

People might call me crazy since your just a hamster. But hell no, you ain't just a hamster. Sick as you were, weak as you may seem, you still had that fighting essence in you. So yea, rest well(:

In any case, i'm trying to get tickets for the july 25th hillsong concert!!!

Anybody out there who can sell some tickets to me???

Freaked out at the sight of my hamster turning white. And my sister said its getting old. Really? Probably.

Okay, its time i posted something. So probably, as usual, a poem!

 

 

You left me with something,
seemingly ingrained and seamless.
Of tragic pretence and fatigue,
which left me, motionless.

I saw hatred that seeped in,
consuming, reducing, persuading.
To people that commits and craves,
for nothing but innocent waves.

Like a glass broken by impact,
it didn't break, no, it shattered.
The bits of silver shimmery,
plunged and cut with thorough dignity.

My mind jolted from sleep,
sensing a freedom to enlist.
To rescuscitate this lifeless form,
and banish the protruding beast.




ROAR. (okay, lame)



ps: my poems sometimes really mean nothing, just train of words that happen to be pieced together(:

Okay. I'm supposed to try to make this blog a happier place for all of us to live in. But how? LOL. its one of the mysteries of my twenty two years of life because i have always been kind of an emotional freak. roar.

Anyway, i'm seriously happy. Happy to have friends who love and support me, happy to have family members who give me what i can only hope for, and happy to have a new chapter in life which kinda already began.

After all the things that have happened to me, i know myself that i have grown and changed for the better. Now i see things in a different light, now i learn to take things easier and let God take control. No amount of unjustice can undo the delightful strings in my heart and tug it into the sad and crappy zone, that's for the faithless.

I still have faith. Perhaps even stronger because dreadful things can only strengthen a person.
And dreadful things which i can't even speak of are so dreadful that it is dreadfully sad that it even happened but dreadful enough to make me give thanks for going through such a dreadful period that make me a person who doesn't dread challenges anymore(:

haha, did i confuse anybody above?

so yea, when i face challenges, i turn to God. Nobody else but Him.
Because He delivered me from all those crappy and disastrous situations and put me into flowery and warm and fluffy zones of comfort and healing.

Good things can only happen when you face bad stuff. Just remember that(:

Okay, i don't know what i'm gonna write but probably, a poem may suit me now.


The incitations of the world,
may seem to generate.
A host of superficialdom,
of malice and suspended hate.

So what comes next i ask myself,
after all that God has healed.
Of unforeseen circumstances,
which left the bottle filled.

Like the colours of a rainbow dear,
that speaks of measured tones.
Of faint and dark and forlorn years,
like a multi faceted cone.

So the next time there is pain,
rid it and make amends.
For pain gives you the space to cope,
thus better things will come to plan.




Everything really happens for a reason. Everything. And every bad thing that goes your way, take it with style and panache cause something good and better will always happen after that(:

Everything's happened like a dream.

But if everything's God sent, i'm really blessed(: