the best summer ever; because of you.
My first summer with you, was also the best.
For I learnt how to love, and how love feels like.
I had my first kiss, my first touch, my first hugs.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let them go.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let yourself go too; for them.
whispers of summer
her story
friends
birdsongs
memories
sunrays
sometimes what i want to say isn't apparent through what you just see(:
Friday, February 15, 2008
my happy valentine's..?
my happy valentine's..?what i wanted for valentine's definitely wasn't this.first thing in the morning, and my mum starts yelling at me to bug sam for math tuition notes. i told her tht's really not a nice thing to do, cuz sam's the one paying for tuition fees and not me. but she says sam borrowed my chem notes (and she wants to borrow bio notes too) so I should use that as a basis to get math notes from sam. and my mum insists tht if i don't get math notes from sam i can't lend her my bio notes either. and i know that's just horribly unfair and manipulative - i have my own principles, for goodness' sake! but i had to go anyway or i'd miss my bus so i just said bye and left.biiiig mistake. i just started talking to celene at the bus stop (she takes the same bus with me to school everyday), and my mum calls me and starts yelling, again, about what a horrible person i am because i don't even have the common sense to lock the door behind me. but the thing is that for every single day since secone, she's been saying tht she'll lock the door after i go, so i just tell her i'm going alr every morning and she'll lock the door. so i told her that. then she insists that i never told her at all that i was leaving the house. but i said bye, and it was definitely loud enough for her to hear, cuz i know just how loud i have to be so she'll hear me. after a while she says that she was so busy scolding me in the kitchen even after i left that she probably didn't hear me, which can't really be said to be my fault already, but i kept getting yelled at anyway. and i still don't understand why she's so manipulative. at least sch was great today. thanks stace&ruoxi for the hugs; lisa for the pretty note; and dr slatter, mr yeoh, fangyi, bella, jan &bea for the chocolates <3!went back home, got hungry at 5, as usual. somehow my natural dinner-time's at 5, even after the last 10+ years of eating dinner at 7 or later almost everyday. and because there's always this 2 hour interval between 5 and 7 and i can never stand not eating for so long i always eat something first and end up eating less later. anyway my dad was eating dinner with us for once, and he was bugging me about why i was eating so little. (i don't eat that little, actually - it's just that my brothers have humungous appetites and they make me look anorexic all the time) so i told him about the dinner-time problem with me, and i said dinner's never served at 5 so i have to eat other stuff first and then eat less of dinner later, and he accuses me of being terribly demanding. apparently he thinks that i was insinuating that dinner should be ready by 5 because i have to eat at 5 (which i wasn't!) and i get yelled at anyway through the whole of dinner. and of all days to get yelled at (twice, at that), it has to be on valentine's, when it's supposed to be a day of love&friendship. siiiiiigh. &all i wanted for valentine's was a Bible, so i'd have the faith that God loves me, at least. 1:55 am
Friday, February 15, 2008
my happy valentine's..? my happy valentine's..?what i wanted for valentine's definitely wasn't this.first thing in the morning, and my mum starts yelling at me to bug sam for math tuition notes. i told her tht's really not a nice thing to do, cuz sam's the one paying for tuition fees and not me. but she says sam borrowed my chem notes (and she wants to borrow bio notes too) so I should use that as a basis to get math notes from sam. and my mum insists tht if i don't get math notes from sam i can't lend her my bio notes either. and i know that's just horribly unfair and manipulative - i have my own principles, for goodness' sake! but i had to go anyway or i'd miss my bus so i just said bye and left.biiiig mistake. i just started talking to celene at the bus stop (she takes the same bus with me to school everyday), and my mum calls me and starts yelling, again, about what a horrible person i am because i don't even have the common sense to lock the door behind me. but the thing is that for every single day since secone, she's been saying tht she'll lock the door after i go, so i just tell her i'm going alr every morning and she'll lock the door. so i told her that. then she insists that i never told her at all that i was leaving the house. but i said bye, and it was definitely loud enough for her to hear, cuz i know just how loud i have to be so she'll hear me. after a while she says that she was so busy scolding me in the kitchen even after i left that she probably didn't hear me, which can't really be said to be my fault already, but i kept getting yelled at anyway. and i still don't understand why she's so manipulative. at least sch was great today. thanks stace&ruoxi for the hugs; lisa for the pretty note; and dr slatter, mr yeoh, fangyi, bella, jan &bea for the chocolates <3!went back home, got hungry at 5, as usual. somehow my natural dinner-time's at 5, even after the last 10+ years of eating dinner at 7 or later almost everyday. and because there's always this 2 hour interval between 5 and 7 and i can never stand not eating for so long i always eat something first and end up eating less later. anyway my dad was eating dinner with us for once, and he was bugging me about why i was eating so little. (i don't eat that little, actually - it's just that my brothers have humungous appetites and they make me look anorexic all the time) so i told him about the dinner-time problem with me, and i said dinner's never served at 5 so i have to eat other stuff first and then eat less of dinner later, and he accuses me of being terribly demanding. apparently he thinks that i was insinuating that dinner should be ready by 5 because i have to eat at 5 (which i wasn't!) and i get yelled at anyway through the whole of dinner. and of all days to get yelled at (twice, at that), it has to be on valentine's, when it's supposed to be a day of love&friendship. siiiiiigh. &all i wanted for valentine's was a Bible, so i'd have the faith that God loves me, at least.
i'm just the girl in the corner, the girl with the wistful eyes;
jiaying
seventeen! but that'll change on 220910 xD
rafflesian
113'05, 210'06, 315'07, 415'08 10S03P!
redcrosser passed out;
tribunist [vchair yay :D] said farewell;
but i'll never forget those days(:
archer! :D
still a writer, yep.
save me...
absolutely deranged
chocoholic
shopaholic
complete psychotic
stress-hater
panicky [i'm serious.]
unfortunately, more often than not, a broken rose.
... before i drive myself mad.
je t'aime;
rgsrcy
tribune
rj archery!
writers' guild!
reading! xD
dancing <3!
singing
going on facebook and playing random games there HAHA
grand pianos [oh, nothing beats a grand!]
black; pink; chocolate brown :D
astronomy; knitting; archeryyy(:
pool; bridge; mahjong! xD
chemistry! [favourite subject (:]
needless to say, we must never leave out the two essences of life, chocolate and shopping! i can never do without
them hahaha(x
for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams;
ra science nahh no chance alr. but nevermind(:
>3.6 gpa [HAHA YES I DID IT FOR SECTHREE!(:]
tribune chair vchair's good enough. and in any case, my term's over anyway.
>3.6 SECFOUR gpa! YES I DID IT AGAIN! :D
rj chem ra! thank God i got in! :D
or uwc nordic! didn't apply; decided that specialising in sciences was the wiser choice, given my inaptitude
for humanities ><
rj dance! street/intl also can :D :Dbut nevermind, because rj archery pwns all now!
not forgetting the typical wish for world peace, duh. (:
and i wish i could have him. or at least, if we're not meant to be, someone to love
and to love me back. &it's true that love ends up being a battlefield sometimes, but it's still love; blessed
love.
for we were meant to last forever;
i find my paradise when you look me in the eyes-
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