Contradictary.

Dear Sloo,
I was walking with Germaine today, and all of a sudden, I muttered,
"Hey Germaine, I miss Sloo." ):
And I know I say it so often, I know LoveLove, Mucho and Wonderwoman are just words. But they're your words and I don't know exactly what, who or why when my red framed glasses covering my blurred vision eyes, scanned those words.
But, if it is- it's good to know. Awesome, Superb, Amazing to know.
That you'll always be closer than just around my neck somehow.
Thank you love.
I L Y. No wait, I L L L L L L L you.
Because you're sincere, you understand, you care, because you're Sloo. (:
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I know I haven't been updating, but I realised I really don't have that much to say lately.
It's either that or there's too much stuff bouncing in my brain that it doesn't come out the way I want it too. Therefore, I shut it up inside and it results in a throbbing pain due to the continuous bouncing of, 'things'.
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Sarah : You knowww, I don't think I'll be able to handle teenage girls when I grow up and get kids. I mean, I don't know how you guys handle us sometimes honestly (:
Mummy and Daddy : It's what parents do, Sarah. By God's grace (:
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I hate, reflections, I might just crack a mirror, and myself one day.
URGH ):
Oh wait, but I'm happy now. Seriously, I'm good (:
Or maybe, I'm just terribly mood swinging.
Anywho, I live.
'Taa lovelies.
Oh mannn- I just swung again?

Too often, one off thing;

; it becomes so tiring :/
I hate, going to shopping malls sometimes.
I hate, consuming 'energy'. Because when I am consuming, I'm not expanding 'energy'.
I hate mirrors, to the point I can use the word- detest.
I hate, posters. Topshop, Forever 21, whatever has tall leggy models on 'em.
I hate, the upper society-ish people said by mummy which you can just "tell by looking."
The body conscious ones who think that- it's important.
I'm sorry then- because I think it's important. VERY, important.
I'm sorry I compare to ever single person, despite the difference in age, gender, race, size.
Don't give me the "Why can't you just stop comparing" speech because it doesn't work and I don't like hearing it.
I'm comparing because my face is way too round, my waist is, not small enough and my cheekbones and neck don't- show.
I'm not as tall as Gisele, never will be and next to her, I will look like a midget.
Next to a long bean, a grape, as 'healthy' as it is, looks pathetic.
Did I mention I hate big banners, with picture of model on 'em? I hate the fact that as much as it is intended to reflect the flawlessness of the garments, the model outshines it all. The model that made the cut because she was that size, that height, that looking.
I hate the fact I look this way, the fact I'm not that size, the size I used to have.
I hate that I know what to do, how to do it and how to act when questions come up. But I hate the fact that I know the consequences and the requirements to achieve it.
It's so, bittersweet, you could die from the adrenalin of it all.
The pulsating sensation when you think of the end result, either good or bad, depending on what your mind tells you to think, makes you cringe, shudder, tear and frown.
It makes you shed tears in the car with Mummy next to you, and wonder if she took it in, actually embraced and thought about it, when the words, "I hate, this body." Is uttered.
Didn't take that much, just a few familiar faces, familiar venue, familiar requests- for the tape recorded and analyser to start working all over again.
I like hearing the word "Perfectionist." Because as imperfect as it feels all the time, that means it still has some relation. I want that relation, and I don't know why. I have, been thinking about it. And the answer, is because I'm too afraid of -Sarah.
Today, lunch was, scary. And posters and people like they dropped out of magazine covers all around, didn't help. So to me, comparing today was acceptable. Wait, it's always supposed to be.
I'm not happy, I'm terrified.
URGHHHH.
And guess what, the sky decided to just turn on me, and it's going to rain, I think.
POOOOOOO ):

I found a frangipani.
"Look Mummy, just like Colbie Caillat (:"
I love frangipanis sooo much now.
Just like I love you, Sloo (:-Less than ten minutes ):

Breakfast was a little scary. But then, I guess I realised it was Special-K, Nestle wasn't a bad manufacturer for dairy products, and Mummy, was fortunately standing in front of me making her, tea. So as scary as it started out to be, it turned out, acceptable okay after.
The triplets came over to swim in their little plastic pool and I remembered how we used to do that when I was five. Joanne's birthday had a pool and JoelLee, stepped on the fragile plastic sides, causing the water to sweep out in a gush. The pool was left, nearly half empty and I saw grass inside.
Ashley was stunning today. She came and sat by me on the stairs and I held her when she was afraid of Romeo. She even kissed me goodbye when I left the house to go for tuition and said my name. And usually on Sundays, she's the more conserved, careful one with whom she lets hold her.

I actually solved a bit of AddMath on my own when Mummy was downstairs and despite the small errors that led to huge frustrated sighs, I did one part, of my alot of homework.
Lunch was; LUNCH.
Physics tuition for once, was actually bearable. I managed to draw a pathetic looking graph and the numbers which I usually hate, turned out to be correct in significance. Kieron was hilarious.
Teacher : So, How do you pronounce your name? Umm, Kie-RON, Kay-Ren, Ky-Ron, Ky-Ran?
Kieron : Teacher, that's okay. You can just call me, Karen. (:
He gets fidgety after a while and just as that happens, the girl in front of him gets dozy and falls asleep. He takes out a camera phone and snaps silent pictures of her; blackmail. I see him and start laughing and he looks at me, asks me, "She's sleeping- right?"
I laugh and think to myself, "Just doing Physics, Kieron. Just doing Physics (:"
Minor slip, on olive oil.
Swimming was beautiful, defined as tolerably, untorturing. 24 today (:
I overheard three little boys talking about their ow fantasy land, filled with Pokemons and underwater hospitals, considering one of them injures the other in their game of "Bsssssh, BANG!"
"If I get hurt, you have to take me to the underwater hospital."
I smiled and thought of saying to them- "You have no idea how I wish that could actually happen. A hospital, underwater. (:"
I saw the sun go down and for a moment, I actually wished it would freeze there, for just a bit more. because I didn't want this day to end just yet because it had been, bearable. And it hit me, that that thought hadn't passed my grey matter, in a long time. I can't remember the last time, it had. -Today, was okay (:

“Hello?”
“Hey Slee, it’s Sloo”
“… Hello? Hello?…”
“Hey Slee, do you know who this is?”
“OhMyGawsh. Is this that pig lady?”
“…”
“Hello?”
“Hey Slee, it’s Sloo”
“OHMYGAWSHHHH…” (: (: (: (: (: (: (:
Sloo decided to call and I couldn't hear her because of all the noise in church.
I thought she was someone else, hence reffering to her as the 'pig' lady.
You rock my socks so mucho, they come off and get sent all the way to afarawayplace.
I Love You, Sloo.
And you, so totally make my day super woman (:
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The bimbo;
I feel something in my bag vibrating and I panicked, rush to get it, thinking it's my phone and Daddy is calling to see where I am.
I panic even more, when I can't find it. Anderson, who's standing beside me, gets a,
"Oh My Gawsh, I can't find my phoneeeeee ):"
But before he answers and asks me to come down, he gives me this stare. This 'what in the world are you doing' stare.
And I looks in my hands, realise my handphone is there, it didn't even ring and go,
"OHHHHHH (:"

Received.

The clocked had passed twelve and I remembered what my teacher had told me when I was in standard five. That sometimes, in funerals when people could cry no more- their tears had 'finished', they would hire people to cry, for them. It felt like my tap had leaked and there was no more super glue left in the world to fix it up. I touched my eyes and they felt swollen, and I thought, "Yeah, I've cried my eyes dry. How cool is that."
Instead of sheep passing through my brain, questions substituted the white balls of fur. Too many questions that the field started getting cramped up and the questions ended up in a huge stack, left unanswered. Because, there were just too many to handle and the green grass that helped compensate for the dullness before, had already been grazed up by the sheep. Idiotic, pointless sheep.
Apparently, advice is easier to give, than to take in. It's easier to tell someone how precious life is, tell him that hard times will eventually pass and that he just has to hang in there and not do anything stupid. But when you're rained on and your umbrella had a hole right in the middle, it seems much easier to throw it down and just drench yourself, than to take cover under the little parts which are still, okay.
It seemed natural to tell you that God allows things which He knows we can bear, that He knows how much we can take. But when the time comes to do it and be patient through the trial, it doesn't seem to make much sense at all. Or, it seems too hard to do.
Doubt was like the fire extinguisher you take when there's a fire, it seemed necessary. But I didn't allow myself to grab it. Maybe I could escape the fire, right? Maybe I was stronger. But the tap was still leaking, and I still couldn't find my super glue.
The rain eventually stopped, but the ground was still soaking and my feet got wet in my I-Panemas. Then you left, I made my green tea and fell asleep on my Physics book.
I woke up the next morning and remembered the list I had made and told myself I would complete the day before, when I had woken up. I didn't make a list today, I just prayed a minuscule prayer, I don't know if it even was considered a prayer, then remembered- true, admirable, noble, right, pure, lovely. It was more of a, hope.
I wasn't as late for school. The universe seemed that much more interesting, amazing, uncomprehendingly undeniable. The little embryo everyone had originated from seemed that much more special, amazing. It seemed so special, hearing the numerous numbers that were so big, and how small everything was compared to God. You know those huge LCD screens? You can't compare a needle pin dot on it, with the vast difference between the size of the Earth, in the universe. And imagine how you compare that, with one little human being. Awesome. Lunch with Mummy was good, exceptionally good today. I didn't understand my Chemistry in tuition, asked my teacher and she explained. She even described it to me and drew a small stick figure of me, on the white board -Yay (:
The sky looked a little cloudy and I started muttering to myself under my breath, hoping it wouldn't rain. I know, as ironic as that seems, I didn't want H20 to fall from the sky, just quite yet.
I love Maths. Sometimes though, I just detest numbers. Because they're so final, constant, fixed. So powerful because they set limits for you, they give you targets, the cage you and don't let you go. Wait, I don't hate them. Maybe, I just don't handle them too well, I don't have control over them.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 .. 26- Done.
I glanced up numerous times and watched the ripples on the water blow in a certain direction and saw the clouds too move. Coming towards me, then moving over me. Just slightly, missing me. I finished counting and submerged my whole head in, breathed out and saw a frangipani. I remembered taking a picture of that a few months back when it in the morning and sunny. And the pool was still here now, wasn't it? Despite the cloudy afternoon which contrasted the picture I had taken before, it was still there.
I lifted my right foot out and just as I did so, a huge drop off water fell from the sky. And more and more, and more followed. Just as I had got up and I'm not exaggerating, at all. Awesome (:
".. I guess, he knows how much we can bear and He understands, knows our limits."
And I thought to myself, that as untrue, false and distant as that might seem when there are hard bouts, it really is true.
It stormed yesterday, today even. But then, it started to just rain -the perfect amount.

Sunday.

Sunday was supposed to be, happy day. But I decided not to wear my Little Miss Sunshine tee.
Sunday was supposed to be Easter. But I cried, and lost alot of white blood cells. It felt more than the usual lost somehow.
'People pleasing' day, but turned out, people are harder to please than I think sometimes.
Sunday was supposed to be quiet day. I acted as a bimbo- ".. the Malaysian Paris Hilton, yeah Sarah?"
Sunday was supposed to be calm day. I fell asleep, and I hate naps.
It was supposed to be my 'clean' day. But it was humid, and I sweated. (Okay I don't know if 'sweated' is a word but yeah.)
Sunday was swimming day, the additional swimming day which would 'do good' but it rained, and it didn't stop. It isn't supposed to rain on Easter. Because, it's only supposed to on Good Friday ):
Sunday was supposed to be family day. Daddy left for Korea at night with a peck on the cheek.
Sunday was planned out on Saturday. But the plan failed miserably, and I couldn't take it.
So apparently, you took over.
Sunday, wasn't a very good day.

Ironic, mucho.

The YES and NO Game.
Kissed someone on your email list?
NO, I'm saving my first kiss for the altar. I said so in the tag below so I'm not elaborating, again.
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?
YES, I had a crush on this guy from kindergarten who pulled my chair so I could sit down. And I think that was so sweet. Wait, that counts right?

Been arrested?
Weeeell, if you count getting stopped by the prefects numerous times for being late and having 'too short socks', YES.
Kissed someone you didn't like?
YES, I've kissed my Westlife poster. And after they broke up, I really didn't like them that much.
Slept in until 5 PM?
I actually have to say, NO (:
Yeah, as messed up as my biological clock may be, I haven't programmed it to haywire till 5 pm.
Held a snake?
No, I was this close to doing so when I was seven, but that had to be the time when girls and snaked were like mixing oranges and lowfat milk. But now, I think it would be pretty cool (:
Ran a red light?
YES, at the age of sixteen, I drive around on streets. How logical right?
Been suspended from school?
NO, and I hope I don't ever.
Bad records aren't my target point.
Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident?
YES, like I said; I'm sixteen and I drive.
How logical -____-
Been fired from a job?
NO, because sadly, I've never gotten one.
I know I tried to sweep the floor before when I was little and Mummy didn't think I did I thorough job, and she stopped me.

Sang karaoke?
YES, I don't really like the whole karaoke atmosphere though.
Very, beer and peanut-y eek.
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
YES, I told myself I wouldn't swim if I could get out of it when I was younger. I hated wearing swimsuits, I actually still do.
But now, take my H20 away and I'll wallow in sorrow.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
OMGGGG, YESSS, just two nights ago actually, Taufoooo.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
YES, I've made a snowman and a snow angel too.
I like snow, do you? (:
Kissed in the rain?
NO, but I think that would be so romantic.
That was so cliche come to think of it. But yeah, kissing under H20? Sounds tolerat-able (:
Sang in the shower?
YES, I do it all the time.
Sandra even knows what songs I sing apparently she can hear them.
Sat on a rooftop?
YES, and I watched the sun go down (:
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes?
YES, numerous times.
I wouldn't mind it a bit now though, I think.
Broken a bone?
NO, never want to if i can't walk I'd break myself.
Shaved your head?
NO, but I think shaving it for a cause would be pretty awesome. And I think those who have done it for a reasonable cause are really brave so, kudos to you.
Blacked out from drinking?
YES, all the time man, All the time.
-____-
Played a prank on someone?
YES, I've painted JoelLee's toes when he was sleeping.
The next day I found a waterballoon and toothpaste on my door.
Felt like killing someone?
YES.
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry?
NO, because I've been a singleton my whole life.
But like I said, "No worries, I'm happy (:"
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets?
UHHHH, is that really possible? Are those really animals?
I'm asking seriously because I really don't know, mind you.
Been in a band?
NO, but I think I wouldn't mind if the band was a good one (:
Shot a gun?
NO, I don't trust myself too, ever.
Tripped on mushrooms?
NO (: I've tripped on a gazillion other things though (:
I'll add mushrooms to my list, don't worry- soon.
Donated Blood?
NO, but I would like to some day.
I'm O type, which means I'm a universal donor (:
Eaten alligator meat?
I have this thing, where I only will eat seafood, lean chicken and lean beef. Other meats, are off my list. Strictly, off.
Eaten cheesecake?
YES, I have.
Still love someone you shouldn't?
NO, I don't think so because I think I choose the people I love quite carefully.
I don't believe in loving without thinking thoroughly.
Think about the future?
YES, nearly every second.
Believe in love?
YES, I really do.
I don't believe in love at first sight but I do believe in love and I think it's veryveryvery important.
Sleep on a certain side of the bed?
YES, I do I have a certain space in which I've tuned my body to be positioned in.
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I walked passed two people who were having this conversation and overheard a lady asking her friend, where she would like to eat.
Jokingly, they both couldn't decide on a particular place and pretending to be frustrated, her friend said this.
"I don't know la. Nevermind don't need to eat, I'm anorexic."
They started laughing like it was some kinda of lame ass joke.
And I walked away, pissed off.
IDIOTS, think before you speak.
Because comments like that are just so, nonsensical they hurt.

Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.
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1. Who is your all-time inspiration?
It think I don't have an all time inspiration. It's more of special people you meet along the way that help you see things in a different perspective. And the ones that help you grow along the way.
2. Have you given your first kiss away?
Nope, I haven't and I'm only planning to give it away when I stand on the altar and make my wedding vows.
And I want to do it in a wedding dress I've designed myself, and lovely flowers all around. A beach would be awesome too, with a sunset in the background (:
3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?
Three blog buddies? I actually have a long list in my head, from all over but since it states blog, I'll just say the first three that comes to my mind.
Sloo; because I know she'll swim with me all day long in H20 and build sandcastles with the lovely seashells we would have collected.
Joanne; because we won't get tired of watching the sunset day after day, right? (:
Nicole; because we'd do yoga on the beach all day long huh :P But yeah, cause she's awesome.
Come to think of it every single blog persons name I read, I wouldn't mind being stranded with.
Ask me personally and I will give you a reason, really (: So to the names I didn't mention, please don't take it to heart okay?
4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
The beach.
But other than that it'd be South Africa, Greece, Melbourne or anywhere with a beautiful beach (:
5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
I know this sounds not too good right now but it was the first thing that popped into my head; skinny.
MM, but if I were to put a little more sane thinking into it, I guess I wouldn't mind EVERYBODY being the same size, then there just wouldn't need to be any comparing at all.
6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
Yes, and everytime it rains I look out for one, no kidding.
I loooove rainbows.
7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?
My stationary and patterned notebook. I just lost it and I got it back though, so that's not counted!
But I guess either my eyesight or my ability to use my feet, and draw. Yeah, I think either one of those senses. I think they're really crucial in life but they're really easy to take for granted.
And I'm afraind to lose my ability to go to the pool so convieniently now.
8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
As of now, I would buy and SLR , a poloroid and my own photo printer that never runs out of ink.
Or, I could buy a genie lamp that actually works (:
9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
I don't believe in love at first sight to be honest.
But if I am really interested and serious about the person, I would let him/her know.
I think.
10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.
She knows how to choose amazing braclets like the one she got me (: Beaded and multicoloured, its ohsopretty (: I'll post a picture of it soon.
She has the neatest handwritting ever (:
And she's funny, sweet and sarchastic to certain teachers in the best ways. Yay (:
11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
He has to be able to tolerate and love me for all my flaws. which is quite a far bit if you ask me.
Wouldn't hurt if he's good looking, sweet and makes me see him as completely awesome too (:
12. Which type of person do you hate the most?
Apparently, it states in the Bible, to hate someone is to have commited murder. And I don't think I hate anyone more of dislike.
I don't like people who are insensitive.
13. What is your ambition?
Become a Mummy (:
Psychology, or designing would be pretty superb.
14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
I think pointing it out, quietly and not harshly would be good.
15. Are you a shopaholic or not?
I am when I get a sudden urge to buy stuff.
Other than that I think I'm pretty mellow.
Daddy, you tell me (:
16. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.
Sugar sweet.
17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?
And if I start, we'll be here forever.
MM, maybe I'd like to change that part. I'm not too sure yet though still working on it.
18. What's the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?
Romeo, go crazy over himself.
He started barking and running wildly, then banged into the wall.
What a lovely, idiot (:
19. Dream prom date?
You.
20. If you had to chew sugar-free bubblegum for the rest of your life, what flavour would it be?
Mint and dark chocolate chip, zero calories.
Yeap, that would be my pick right now. But you know it can vary from second to second.
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I am tagging;
Sara Loo.
Yi Lin.
Joanne, Zoe, Cassie. -I'm listing you three as one, okay? (:
Eugene and Missa- I know you both don't have a blog but do it and send it to me if you have time just for kicks k?
WenSze and Gabriel.
Phye Beng.
(Rachel, you already got tagged by PauLing so I won't tag you okay?)
I actually tagged people, and they're not the usually tagged people, some of them so yes, do it if you have time okay (:

Displaced, all over the place.

It's Good Friday and it rained.
I'm forgiven, because you were forsaken,
I'm accepted, you were condemned,
I'm alive and well, your spirit lives within me,
Because you died and rose again.
-'felt' it.I think, my brain is actually quite weighed down with alot of stuff right now.
I don't think, I actually know.
I just don't know where to begin and what to say.
But there are things thoughts and trials all in my brain, they're just tangled like a portion of wholewheat spaggheti now.
Ughhh, I don't do stress too well, wait I don't do stress well AT ALL.
- whatever is true, admirable, noble, right, pure, lovely.
Certain people, blood relation, comparison.
Work and mess, not understanding and being left behind.
A reflection in the mirror, tears and a tablet- and yet, still not happy.
I'm tired, exhausted, nearly 'wornout'. Because I don't know how much longer I can handle all this.
I seriously don't think, that as much hopefullymusclemass I've gotten back, I'm confident enough to let myself be, confident.
I've got alot in my mind now, and I don't know how to say it all.
And it hurts, it really hurts ):
URGHHHH.

I hope I got the correct, allowed pictures up (:
It was fun with both of you!
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Swimming, with Rachel-Archuleta-Ho, and Yi Lin the inspirational one.
We walked under the trees, and made it there in one piece (:
-That sentence actually rhymes.Camwhored under water with out feet because somehow, despite the numerous times we tried to click a picture, it never turned out all that good.See, this was a close one we got to capturing the three of us but the string blocked it.
Daaang, right across Yi Lin's eyes too.And this is the closest we got.Gave up and decided to take ABOVE, the water shots instead and turned out alot more succesful.
Our three faces actually got captured onto the screen, and no half faces (:Found our hair veryyy amusing.And it started to rain, so we came up and got a 'final' picture, which didn't live up to what it was called at all.
Because when we went inside, we discovered a sauna and a bubble bath, also known as a jaccuzzi and got more shots.
(:The bubble bath (:
Which was steamy, literally that after a while it was hard to breath.The 'too common but lets do it anyway' pose.And we tried to get dry, in the sauna (:
But ended up coming out, just as wet, and with a few more pictures than before.The Oops, Can't See, and Huh?And that, sums up the holiday we got off on Thursday.
I actually, don't have that much to say now.
MM, this feels insecure somehow.
'Taa pretties.

I have a 'Little Miss Scatterbrain' shirt, you know?

You're just too good to be true.
And that doesn't make me all that happy.
"I don't like letting people in because I'd rather not take the chance of getting hurt."
I think I'm getting geng-ing-v-itis (and I know Eugene is going to correct me for a spelling error here) but my teeth somehow feel kinda, numb.
I'm going to go to sleep with a eucalyptus oil smelling handkerchief because my nose is blocked; I can't smell a thing. Hopefully I can when I wake up (:
Colbie has been playing me to sleep for the past two nights and tonight isn't going to be any different.
I think lately, I've been quite, all over the place. Like little ants that crawl all over the jungle floor, waiting for you to squash them eventually with your cross trainers. It's like bursting their miniscule bubbles, when they find a sugar cube and know at the back of their brains, they have to be extra careful still, to not let you step on them.
My tummy has been getting sudden cramps between 10-12 in the mornings lately. it's 1:30 am and it just cramped again, oh noooo! Rachel said, "Can you feel the baby kicking?"
I stuck my hand under my uniform and pushed my fist out, like a 'baby', started moving my fingers and told her, "Look, it's moving, it's moving!" (:
Sticking a paper bag and cutting two holes over your eyes, is lame.
I miss my Aussies ):
I miss, you.
I just wrote an utterly non-sensical, non-benefitial to anyone whosoever, post.
'Toorah now.

Poof- she's gone!

This is Romeo in pigtails (:
I didn't do it mind you, Sandra tied his hair and his male ego was kind of destructed for a few seconds. Nonetheless, he looked adorable and I took it for my advantage.
Half way through, he started chewing a rubberband and in the midst of taking it away from him, I stung his face.
Apparently, he didn't like it and he hit me back soon after.
You can hear short bouts in the video of me telling Daddy, "WAAAAIT!" and I think I was slightly disorientated at that moment.
Proves I can't multitask, again and talking to people, and my Romeo at the same time is hard to do.
HAHAHA.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHYE BENG!
I have yet to send you an eyesore on Facebook because like I said, my Facebook account is being messy and like a cloud of dust, the eyesore application has vanished.
Anywho, it's been really fun (:
I remember you telling me that Rachel yawned in your class, me and Germaine would call you Pie and somehow find it very amusing (actually we still do)- we even determined what type of pie you were by the colour shirt you were wearing, remember?, Your camwhoring moments and every so original 'kung-fu' pose, Up and Down the river!, Weird conversations online, I remember we composed a senseless song this once.
So yeah, Happy Birthday, God Bless and don't worry, you don't look the age you are!
More to come!And just this once-
Love, 'Smelly'.
HAHAHA- That's been on for ages maaaan.
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I've listened to Colbie Caillat's album three times.
I lovelovelove Colbie Caillat now.
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I'm not sure how the internet connection is going to work this week, but have a great week everyone.
Don't fall down or hurt yourself in anyway and remember, brush your teeth two times a day.
'Taataa.

I love my, LoveLove.

Dear WonderWoman,
Belle thanks you for being so thoughtful.
Mummy told me you called when I got back, I had just missed you after I left the house and I wasn't happy because I really miss you.
PhyeBeng told me that you were worried on MSN and I felt like crying all over again.
Because it's Saturday tomorrow and I knew I wouldn't be seeing you in Youth and as much as wearing you helps, it's just not exactly the same I guess.
Sunday would come after and I knew that if it was as tough as the week before, noone would be there to make funny faces at me throughout the service.
I haven't talked to you for the longest time yet it really touches me to see how you still care so sincerely.
I think bout you everyday, even when I don't see you on my desk because you're on my neck or I'm away from home. Because, "..we're special"- You're special (:
Picture taking just isn't the same and as many pictures as we have together, it's starting to get really old already, come back soon so we can take more?
I haven't talked to you in ages, yet I love the fact that I'm still on your blog. I really do, Sloo.
I think I'm okay, no worries just yet. I feel better already.
Slee loves you always. Sarah, loves her Wonderwoman (:- mucho..
If you were observant, you'd notice that I when I ponytail my hair, I clip it and it kind of forms a 'X'. And I noticed, that if birds were smart and intelectual enouogh, they would mistake it as a target sign for them to empty the lower part of their bodies. If you know what I mean.
How disturbing. Thank God birds are somewhat, idiotic.

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The triplets came over today and they increased the happy level in the house, tremendously.
Mummy commented about how she remembered the first time they came and how they were crawling about, now they were saying full sentences and responding to what we asked them to do. Amazing, really (:
Carolyn,Ashley,and Ryan.*melts*
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Colbie Caillat was awesome.
Thank you for the ticket!
I have this thing somehow, about going to concerts and only knowing less than half of the songs played and I guess this wasn't an exception. But nonetheless, her voice was amazing, she looked stunning and I could actually see between the gaps of peoples heads despite my tall camera holder not being there (:
Did I mention, she doesn't lip-sing and is gorgeous?
Go, Go Colbie! (:Ironically, I got her CD in my hands after the concert, big whoopdeedoo!
Starting tommorow, she's going to be playing while I'm in the shower.Meet LiLing.
The person who lined up with me in a pit of sticky people so we could see Colbie face to face.
The person who tapped me on the shoulder halfway through a song and flash a picture together with me.
The sexy nerd who has an umbrella-ella-ella, EYH (:
Dang, I miss you. Meet Tsen.
The one who called me three times when I was standing right in front of her (:
The one who made a call half way through the concert.
-Tsen, I really think what you did was so sweet.
The one I've known since, seven! (:
Speaking about age, I'm sixteen soon * squeals* (:
And us, missing a fourth wheels.
Technically speaking, that actually resembles us to a tricycle, right?Sarah, JuLi, and the selfproclaimed, SexyNerd (:
*note the sexy braces and glasses.Meet Shivani.
The one I took six pictures with till we settled for this one. Wait, I think it was this one.
"Okay la, as long as there's cleavage!"
You still crack me up since Form One, golly.Juli (oh wait, what's your name again? :P) , Brindha and Sarah.

Colbie, singing- Realise;

Colbie, singing- Bubbly;
OOH, and when I got back, Daddy asked me
"So Sarah did she sing Bubble?"
Sandra and me both glared at him with the huhhhh-fied face and went, "It's Bubblyyy."
-____-"

You might have to turn your head ninety degrees to watch the videos.
I'm sorry, go on- Stretch those neck muscles!
GoodNight, pretties (:
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Aaaand I realised that;
1 My video skills are horible, hence the up and down movement in the Bubbly video.
2 My mouth looks like I'm baring all my teeth because, I had an ulcer hence, the weird smile which had to be done at a certain angle, or I would have been screaming in pain.
Yep (:

And this, is the psychological.

It's like words just bounce of normal people but they hit and knock me down like a giant rock.
It's like simple comments just go out through the other ear of everyone else but for me they stick and go around in circles.
It's like how a polaroid fades away when people see things, but for me it's embellished permanently inside my brain and it takes much more that acid to remove it completely.
And all because for me, ".. it's different."
I told you last night that God doesn't allow things we can't handle to happen. But I'm kind of doubting what I said now. Am I blaspheming? Because it kind of sounds like I am, but it kind of feels like I'm in the electric games that kids have.
You know the one where you hold a small metal piece and navigate your way through the electric walls, aiming to not touch them because if you do, a loud buzz sounds and that means you lose? Problem is the atmosphere in between the electric walls I'm in kind of seems to have a force and I get pulled to ring the buzz sound anyway.
I can't sound happy, because I'm not.
I can't go, because I don't trust myself.
I can't smile, because I'm confused.
And I can't move on, because I don't know if I'm ready to see Sarah.
I'm not ready to accept her because I don't like her.
I'm crying because I didn't sound and live up to that certain expectation.
I'm raining from my eyes because I'm, 'spoilt, self-centered, having things too good'.
I'm losing white blood cells because you haven't texted me back. And I'm scared that you've moved on before me and I've not been making enough steps to catch up and have you by me anymore. And it's not very near now, is it? Here and there.
I'm sobbing because I'm scared what you all see, isn't really there at all, and what's left is, this.
And ultimately, I'm crying because I don't know how much more I'll be able to bear with it.
This isn't; perfect.
I don't want it to slip away because the last couple of months have been, bearable. Good even perhaps. But I can't control it anymore.
Because it seems like someone has smothered me with olive oil and I didn't even realise.
And what happens if every opportunity I get doesn't turn out the way it's supposed to? What happens if every step that has to be made, comes with help yet I can't live up to the expectations just then? The next time, I'll be stranded alone and have to climb the ladder without an anchoring base?
I don't think I can do that. But then again, neither can I do it now.
Help, please? ):

Then, so how?

"I rest assured you're going there as a tough smiling girl, yeah?"
"I don't think I went there feeling that tough and smiling but I'm coming back, okay I guess."
"I'm sure you won't intimidate anyone. That's the caring side of you that shows."
But what happens if I'm not, not scary. What happens if I can't be all that tough, what happens if that's just not me?
It was raining and I didn't know what to make out of it. I could have seen it as a good sign, and I could have looked at it as a bad one. I love H20, but raining usually is associated with gloominess. So I walked inside and somewhat shielded myself from the atmosphere outside.
I didn't know if 845 went well or not. Because these things are hard to predict. It seemed harder this time because I was in the middle of good and bad. I don't think I was seeing that clearly. The two sides drew their tiny swords out and played around with the grey matter in my brain and it was chaotic. Not quite as chaotic as before, but close. Denial, refusal, confusion.
"That's distortion, Sarah. It's not being able to see what's really there."
"Because it's not ):"
It's confusing hearing the two syllable, two lettered word. Confusing hearing you repeat it like it was something entirely different from the person sitting in front of you when I felt like it was what shaped her.
You saw the difference between a lamb and a sheep. But I just saw it as a fleecy white, animal. No difference whatsoever, right? They're both, just white, fleecy animals.
I wanted to see the detail the way you were able to when I glanced up and saw you sitting so confidently in your chair. Because you looked, certain, sure. Exactly what I wasn't feeling at all.
But it was scary. Scary because I don't think I was ready to feel, what was beneath everything just yet. Not ready for, Sarah.
"The physical part is over. Now it's the psychological part, Sarah. And I know that's the toughest."
I snuffed inside and wished that somehow everyone could see that.
I heard my name being repeated over and over but only after certain replies I gave. Two syllables defining the type of person replying. Sarah only referring to the one you wanted to talk to. The one that I had no confidence in.
"It's evidently still strong. Very strong."
And hearing the word, 'it' stunned me again. Because it was mixed feelings, like it had been blended over and over again. That 'it' part rejoiced because it was being refered too. 'It' still had its definition, identity, presence.
I questioned though. I questioned, wondered and felt lost and then I started crying, the hardest I think I've ever cried in your room. I used five tissues, I counted. I felt lost because that meant it wasn't over. It meant that I needed to put in somemore work, effort after the notsohard part had passed. The phase was over and sadly, that was the phase I had worked the hardest at, yet was the phase that was the easiest to overcome'. It wasn't fair, at all- and frankly speaking I didn't feel as strong as I had before, despite the muscle loss.
"Are you ready, to let it go, completely?"
I couldn't answer because like gravitational force, it pulls you down yet allows a certain amount to stand up. It balanced itself out perfectly and I couldn't make a choice because they both, looked equally, beneficial. So much so that I cried somemore because I didn't know, yet felt I should. Then I realised, that it just can't work both ways. And that's just not the way the game is played. It's not accomadative, it allows only, one benefit. And the problem is, they both looked equally welcoming then. Sickly, both did.
I saw the tear drop literally like my eyes were raining a thunderstorm. I was wearing my contacts and prayed it wouldn't get dislodged, nor would it pop out and thankfully it didn't. I just saw everything as a blur for about ten minutes.
"I don't see what you are all doing this for. There's no point."
"You might not, but we do."
I don't want to choose because I can't. I'm not ready to make the decision. Neither do I want it to be made for me, at all.
"Everyone feels that way at one point, Sarah. But for you- it's different."
And now, I realised how hard it is to be certain of the choice I want to make. I'm aware of the pros and cons of both decisions. And I'm too chicken to pick one, because I'm not sure of Sarah. I don't know how ready I am to see her, and I don't know how willing I am to accept her. Because I don't really know how she is.
I realised what you stated actually means I haven't really made my choice yet. And that really, really scares me..
-Maybe that's why we use metaphors, because the reality of it all is just too scary to handle.

Laalaa.

My legs are soaking in a foot salt bath as I'm typing this. How amusing, right.
My second toe on my right foot is swollen and I have no idea how that happened.
I finished tuition class, got out of the car and felt a sharp pain only to realise that it was somehow, sprained.
And noo, they don't sell toe guards like they do for fingers okay? :p
I examined and compared my sprained toe to the alright one, realised it was slightly disfigured and panicked then rushed down to Mummy, "OhMyGawsh, Mummy my toe is swollen."
Okay maybe more of hobbled considering there's a throbbing pain everytime I put pressure on it.
I claim that my feet are retarded. Because they are either getting cuts, blisters or now, sprains.
Always, AAAAALWAYS ):
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Nonetheless, I had fun in the rain today so I guess that kinnnnnnnd of compensates for it.
Ironically speaking, I took the pictures after I had just showered and yeah, that makes the whole shower pretty pointless considering the umbrealla I used to shield myself was, not covering my head half the time. I told you, I don't do the multitasking thing too well.
Here goes;
Subject : Mummy's pretty umbrella-hhhh.
Victim : Me- I wasted a handful of shampoo and lovely smelling soap. But it was soooo fun (:
You

Can

Stand

Under

My

Umbrella-

Ella-ella, Eyh, eyh,


EYHHHH (:

"I drew a picture today SarahLee. I drew a girl under an umbrella. And I thought, God is like the umbrella and he protects me from the rain (:"
I L Y, Sloo.
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It's down to Singapore tomorrow. And I'm scared.
This, situation doesn't help that much either. But it's okay- ".. you have to learn to just deal with it."
Fine then, I am. Because you once told me ANYbody, can let you down.
I just never thought it would be you.

Zooop.

So today, Lauren, Cassie and I decided to wear our Little Miss Tee's together (:
Lauren- Little Miss Chatterbox.
Sarah- Little Miss Whoops.
Cassie- Little Miss Naughty.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with my arms below, but yeah.

And we even made a story.
Lauren I think you look absolutely adorable in your picture (: She's the one in white in case you didn't know.

Little Miss Chatterbox and Little Miss Naughty, weren't friends.
Little Miss Whoops, being the middle person,

decided to do something about it

and introduced them to each other.But suddenly, she say Little Miss Chatterbox's hands. The hands that come out everytime she starts to talk! And she knew they wouldn't stop!She started talking to Little Miss Naughty who unfortunately had a very short temper too, and this annoyed Little Miss Naughty. She couldn't take it for very long,and her temper got out of controlLittle Miss Whoops, being the middle person, suffered her wrath and got kicked by Little Miss Naughty. Oh NOOOO!The end (: Man, I just wrote a story (:
Roger Hargeaves and me should collaborate to write a novel or something, yeah?
And then, me and Cassie started getting a little whacky, Lauren couldn't take it,and she left the picture.Man, you guys are sooo fun!
Love, Love. .
I have a friend named Jack.
Jack lost his rubber and asked his mum for a new one.
She asked him to look in the cupboard and he found a Faber castle one with a fairy on it and decided to be manly, and use it (:
During Chemistry, "Look Sarah! Isn't my rubber way too cool!" He shows me his fairy rubber and I start laughing.
I decided to name her Emily! Man, Jack has a rubber named Emily with a fairy on it thanks to me.
He talks to her and asks her questions! Omg, so funny. And yes don't worry I really think it's manly and no sarchasm there Jack.
'Taa pretties.
-And thanks for asking.

Diversion.

It's not that I don't care.
It's not that I don't love youuuu anymore, or actually never did.
It's not that I'm not making an effort, although I think it feels right now I don't want to at all.
And I sure hope it's not me just being self-centered.
It's just the spark of motivation is gone. The wanting something for youuuu more than something I want for myself, has gone.
I never wanted it for myself just to let you know. And I think you have her to thank, because if she never had said those five words, I don't know what would have kicked started the journey.
It's the seeminglylack of words maybe.
It's the seemingly lack of time.
It's the lack of presence, and I mean that vertain kind of presence.
One word answers and monotone replies just don't do if it hasn't hit youu yet. And when I tell youu something impotant, I don't seem to get the answer I want. I don't seem to get that care, that attention, that feeling.
I'm have this need of the superficial to happen. Need of the perfection to take place. Or else, I don't like it. And right now, I hate it.
Don't get me wrong, I love youuuu, I really do. Maybe till the extent it's become very, exhausting. Very, unsettling, nerve-wrecking, uncertain.
Because I don't think I'm doing this for myself, I don't trust myself.
And that feeling, doesn't come from myself, ever. It always originates from other people.
So maybe, I'm really self-centered. Maybe I'm overly perfectionist. Maybe, I'm twisted like a ball of string in a knot, wait I know I am for that one. Or maybe, I've just given up because there hasn't been enough motivation.
And I don't blame youuuu, don't worry.
I'm just fed up, and not seeing things straight.
But right now, it's more of a You Pis* Me off feeling.
I really do love youuuu. And I'm sorry.
Yeah, sorry.
And no, I'm not talking about a guy, really.

Unlucky, seven.

7 Deadly Sins
Gluttony
1. Do you think you eat more than you should?
I know I think I'm fat.
Yeah I don't know if that has any relevance to that question, but I know I think I'm fat.

2. What is your favorite meal?
Good protein, Good veggie and Okayokay certain carbs.
Balanced and low fat.
And within the calorie range.
Yeah, sue me I'm fussy.

3. What did you have for dinner today (or yesterday)?
I had Yong Tau Foo (:
Mummy calls it beancurd and I think that actually sounds a little more sophisticated- I had beancurd (:
4. What is your favorite dessert?
As of what i can think of right now, Mummy's triffle.
And guess what she uses less whipped cream and less custard, for me (:
5. Can you cook well?
I think I make good toast because I like it looking pretty. Basically when the colour brown is just right I know when to take it out (:
I know how to scramble, boil and omelette-fy an egg.
I know how to pour pancake mix and flip it over (: -with a wooden spoon not with the cool flipping method though.
I know how to wash and then boil rice, I think.
I'm a professional at making instant noodles.
And apparently, I get a 'not that bad' when I bake, considering that someone else needs to add in the oil. Oh, and I'm quite against baking items containing, butter.
Other than that, I'm not allowed into the kitchen (: Really.
6. Are you a fruit or veggie person?
I'm a both.
Does that make me a Fr-eggie? or a V-uit?
Haha, I actually just tickled myself (:

7. What is your favorite restaurant to go to?
I don't think I have a favourite. More of places I feel comfortable in (:
8. Do you feel comfortable with your weight?
NoNoNoNoNoNoNo.
Oh, I'm actually not allowed to know my weight. But if I did, I still wouldn't.
I k-NO-w.

9. Are you vegetarian or vegan?
Nope I'm not.
Oh wait, Ian, "Yes I am (:"
10. Describe your normal eating habits.
Abnormally, interesting.
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Lust
1. How much do you find yourself thinking about sex?
Eew, I'm actually think I'm reasonably pure thankyouverymuch.

2. Are you a virgin?
Yeah, DUHHH.

3. If not, who did you lose your virginity to and when?
Uhh, *queasyyyyyyy*
4. Do you believe you should be in love to have sex?
Yes, you do need to be in love.
And it's the 'I Love You eventhough you kick me off the bed and leave me with a bruised ugly face in the morning', love.
(Ehh, I realised I'm never going to sleep with anyone then HAHA)
And I believe you don't sleep nakedly with someone unless you plan to reproduce.
5. Have you ever cheated on your significant other?
I've never had a significant other, and that doesn't really bother me right now(:
And I don't think I would have a significant other unless I'm ready. and when I am ready i guess that means I'll try not to cheat.
Or something like that. This is confusing.

6. What the first thing you look for in a boy/girl?
Personality, and looks count too to a certain extent as shallow as that sounds ):
But no doubt, personality is wayyy more important.
(I nearly wrote importantER) (:

7. Do you have any special fantasies?
Yes (:

8. Have you been in lust more than love?
Err, nope don't think so.

9. Would you have sex with more than one person?
Nooooooo. This is not very comfortable.
How about 10?
PPFT.
10. Who have you lust for? I'll keep this to myself.
I think lust is a queasy word.
I lust for this part of the survey to be over now.
(Haha, and we move on!)
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Greed
1. What do you want more than anything right now?
Perfection.
Dear God, please don't strike me if this is blasphemy.

2. Does money play an important part of your life?
No, I don't think so.

3. What are your goals for the future?
To complete my list of 100 this to do.
And be happy, genuinely (:

4. Do you think money is more important than love?
My stinky foot, NOOOO.

5. If you were given one million dollars right now, what would you do with it?
I probably would save it and use that bit to buy a DSLR, talking in terms of right now.
But then again, I can't be too sure. So why don't you just try giving me a million dollars? (:
6. Has anyone ever called you spoiled or greedy?
Mm, I've been called spoiled by Mummy and Daddy, heh.
Other than that I really hope not ): I actually feel a little paranoid now, gasp.

7. Do your parents have a lot of money?
I think that everything comes from upupup there, so it's sufficient (:

8. How much money do you spend in one week?
I have noo idea. But I've been saving money by bringing two bottled to hydrate my shrunken bladder body instead of buying H20 from the canteen!

9. Do/would you share with people that are less fortunate?
I would if the need arises I think.
10. Have you ever robbed someone?
Yeah, I rob banks all the time!
And snatch handbags from cutesy old ladies.
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Sloth
1. Have many people called you lazy?
Daaang, I hope not.
2. How much sleep do you get at night?
On weekdays it's about five to six.
On weekend, it depends how effectively I get waken up by.

3. Do you often take naps in the middle of the day?
Nope! (:

4. What was the most depressing time of your life?
2006.

5. What is the best way to relax?
By being, happy (:
And swimming.
And being and feeling loooved.
(Omg, I sound like a overly happy person in a field of sunflowers.)

6. Would you consider yourself more of a follower or leader?
I don't know I think more of a follower?
You tell me.

7. Would you consider yourself a caring person?
I really really really hope so.
8. What time do you go to bed at night?
12/1/2/3 am.

9. What do you waste most of your time doing?
Wasting time (:
10. Would you rather go out somewhere or stay home?
It really depends on the who, what, where and when.
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*Diversing for no apparent reason, I suddenly feel like trying on Crocs.*
My attention span is horrendous.
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Wrath
1. Who was the last person you were upset with?
Youuu ):

2. What is the meanest thing you’ve ever done to someone?
As of now, it's accidentally hitting JoelLee in the stomach when I was stretching my arm.
Haha, that's actually so hilarious.
3. Do you hate anyone?
Nope, I don't think so.
We should all, make love. Not war!
4. Are you angry a lot?
Yeah, I'm like a diet Coke can waiting to explode.
But yeah, I have my moments.
5. What was the last thing that made you mad?
Youuu ):

6. Have you even been in a physical fight with someone?
OhMyGawsh, actually yes.

7. Has there been a time that you wanted to seek revenge?
I remember this time, when I was in std four and just discovered that you were able to download songs from the internet, JoelLee accidentally removed all of them and I plotted to not talk to him till he felt guilty.
Haha, hilarious again (:
I L Y sexayyy.
8. What is your biggest pet peeve?

9. How do you express your anger and frustration?
I swim.
I run.
I hit.
I cry.
10. Is it easy for you to forgive?
It depends on how bad the damage is done.
I don't think it's that easy actually.
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Envy
1. Who are you most jealous of?
Gisele Bundchen.

2. What is something you want that your best friend has?
Now don't you get me started.
I don't think it's a best friend though. It's more of a onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten (...) thing.

3. What is one thing you think you are lacking in life?
Self-Esteem.
4. Do you think of yourself as an envious person?
More of a lack of self confidence type of thing?

5. How would you consider yourself lucky?
I have an awesome family and awesome friends.
And I have this awesome abundance of H20, for now (:
6. Unlucky?
MM, it'll take quite a while.
But, apparently, you shorten your life by ten years if you're a pessimist.
7. Have you ever felt sorry for yourself?
Pathetic-fied with myself, if that counts?
8. Overall, do you think you have everything you need?
Yes, I actually think I do (:
But I guess sometimes need, gets mixed up with want.

9. Is there anyone that has been envious of you?
I don't know?
10. Do you want a better life than what you have?
I don't want a better life. I think it's more of a better perspective and how I see things in life.
Yeah, I need to work on the optimistic thing, Mummy and Daddy tell me (:
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Pride
1. What is your best physical feature?
Nothing.
2. What do you like most about your personality?
Mmmph ):
3. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning?
I actually timed myself on this one before!
I take approximately half an hour :D

4. Do you wear a lot of make-up?
I wear make up to weddings and occasionally out.
I don't think I cake it up though. So no, I don't wear alot of makeup.
Ohh, and I've made myself look like I got punched in the face before due to an unsteady hand and a mascara brush (:
5. How often do you go shopping?
Whenever we're down in Singapore!
Yeah mannnn.
6. Are your looks very important to you?
In a twisted way, yes.
7. Would you ever like to be a model?
I wouldn't mind. But then again, I would need to be of a certain height and have a notSarah body, so daaang, there goes my fantasy. PPFT.
8. What could be improved about your body?
Everything, everything.

9. Do you think that you’re better than others?
No.
10. What is your most embarrassing moment?
From what I can think of now, it would have to be the time I walked into a guys toilet and actually used it. But it was the, ahem squatting one so don't worry ladies, I didn't contaminate myself that horrendously.
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I tag;
Everyone who reads this.
And I mean it, do it.
Don't give me the, 'Oh she's just saying it because she can't be bothered to list down a name' thing. Everyone who reads this, does it, okay? (:
I am going to ask you, HEH.
And to JoelLee, aww.
Thank you (:

TickTock.

This is so belated.
But, happy Sweet Sixteenth Hui Ying (:
I still think it's so cool that I now know someone with a Feb 29th birthday.
I love your pictures on Flickr by the wayyy (: if you read this.

Sarah, Hui Ying, Rachel.

Apparently, if you blow an eyelash, you get a wish (:
and we then frantically pull bit by bit hoping our eyelahes come out.
Apparently though, it only works if it drops out, unintentionally.
OOH YiLinYiLin, lets get our fedoras!

I think we dropped an eyelash!
Oh NOOOOOOO (:
-I have actually no idea what's going on here. But it kinda looks like Yi Lin is opening those cans with spring snakes inside 'em, and I'm going, "Who touched me?"

Chow Ern waves with a ruler (:
Not her hands.
It's a very enthusiastic wave though!

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While flipping radio stations on the way to church Sunday, I looked out the window after changing another station from a Sean Kingston annoying song and saw a lady with a million things on her head.
I thought it was pretty cool. Considering that she only was using one hand to balance that whole load.

And then, in church itself.
See Joanne, noone for me to wiggle fingers at.
See Sloo, noone for me to make funny faces at.
And JoelLee, noone beside me to let me scribble on your book.

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Nic, lets go learn Muay Thai together babe.
Okay, I'm starting to waste time. I'mma do a senseless tag!
'Taa (:

Pinky.

You know when you make promises to fulfil something, to achieve a certain standard, to someone that you will complete something, and to yourself, you make it at that moment thinking you'll be able to fulfil it.
You're quite sure at that moment that you will fulfil it, because all the hype gets to you, all the emotional outburst of psych gets to you and, it just seems like the correct thing to do- 'make a promise I can keep.'
And then it starts to rain. It starts to rain and it starts of as a drizzle and I love cold drizzles. Then it gets heavier and the wind starts blowing and a few leaves get scattered on the ground. And I actually like cold wind blowing in my face and water vapour on my skin subtely.
But then it starts to pour. Rain cats and dogs and the alarm to sound that the pool isn't to be swam in because of the lightning and thunder goes of. And it sounds, so similiar to a car crash. Because familiarity just comes crashing down when the alarm sounds. Then I start to dislike the rain, I start to wish that it was sunny and there wasn't a rain cloud at all in the sky. at that moment, I decide I don't like the rain.
But then it starts to stop and the cats and dogs dissapear and the drizzle comes back after a while. The air smells clean and the water vapour on my skin is subtle enough to not feel like I'm drowning. And when the clouds clear and the sun come out throught peek in the cloud, I decide at that moemnt, that I don't mind the rain at all.
So, the hype's dissapeared, just like that?
When the dark clouds dissapeared, the hype vanishes too?
No, we made a promise remember. And it's seen on the glistening gold necklace hanging from my neck. I promised, okay?
I'm sorry for the ohsoshort conversation, yeah it wasn't good enough at all. But I made a promise and I'm aiming to keep it okay babe?
I hate confusion, it gets you dizzy and doesn't make you feel all that good, huh?
I Love You (:
And guess what, when I get my fedora you'll be on my head too.
Gasp, Lovelove, love.

Imagine me going, "UHH (:"

-because I don't know what else to say.
I have approximately forty-five minutes to sum up my last four days before my internet connection goes OFF. Mummy's disabled streamyx for the past half a week and after much persuading she allowed me to go on for a little while, because anymore longer will as she says, "Not be good for me."
So here it goes, in a jiffy. I love that word jiffy. Omg, I just wasted a few seconds typing something completely nonsensical.
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The Random.
I was putting on my socks in the car on my way to school when Mummy made a swerve and I slid to the other end of the car with a, "Whoaa." The it hit me (haha, get it?) that leather seats are generally more slippery than cloth ones (:
Also on my way to school, we passed by this huge bridge with a zillion posters of political stuff hanging and banners flapping around and I realised, that I have no idea whatsoever about anything, political. The most I know is that the weighing scale is for Barisan National and that's the ruling party now. And the rest, is like algebra to a toddler to me. Senseless. I don't think I'm ever, going to work in the political line. OHH, and I also know that on Friday, we get holidays because our school is being used as a voting station. See, I know two things (:
Back to the political posters, I realised that although EVERYone has eyes, a nose, a mouth and all the general features that look, alike. But somehow each one is very, different. When I mean alike, I mean that when you ask anyone to draw a pair of eyes, you basically get the same picture. But when you look at Gisele Bundchen and Christian Bale, although they have eyes, a nose and a mouth each, they don't look the same at all. You know? (:

Black Eyed Peas played on the radio and 'Where is the love' was ringing through my head for five minutes. Then I remembered how a few days ago, Will-I-Am played his 'I got it from my mama' song and disgusted, I switched it off after muttering, "Urgh". Then I got quite agitated, thinking that the people who sang a song about world unity and peace two years back, were now having videos with half naked women and fake plastic bodies. And my point is that, that is really, quite pointless. And has no relation whatsoever, ppft.
My soap slipped from my hands, and I caught it (: I caught, soap. (Squeaaaaaaaaaals)
The Fun.
I was outside walking up the road and it started to rain. I went back through my front gate got an unbrella and stood under the rain for fun, pointlessly. And I now have discovered that I looove, being under the rain, under an umbrella.
Stratified Squamous. Squamous Stratified (:
Rachel Archuleta Ho, good luck to the both of you tonight, I can imagine you squealing and covering your face with your sheepish grin (:
Germaine, I'm expecting a two am message tonight, yeah? :P
Hui Ying's birthday pictures haven't been uploaded to my computer yet but then again I didn't take that many. Her birthday was on the 29th and I think that's ohsocool. You're the first person I know with a birthdat on the 29th of Feb so you've made history in my book! (:
"He-lloooooooooo!"
I have discovered that you can play, 'Pepsi-Cola' with your fingers (:
The tough.
Hasn't been that easy a week overall.
The rain's been rainy and not all that soothing, and I out of all people am saying that, although I looove H20.
Hits, alot of decibles, tears and lost white blood cells. All at eleven.
Regret, guilt and distance. All seven hours away.
Flashes, pictures, magazines, more tears and less white blood cells.
JoelLee, I miss you.
Sloo and Kloo, I miss you both.
Joanne, you too.
And Nic, I hear Orchard calling us.
34 laps, 34 times feeling my muscles pull.
Love, Belle.
The bimbo.
Me and Yi Lin are talking about the number of places we want to go too.
Sarah : Oh, yeah in Scottland, you get to pick four leaf clovers! (:
Yi Lin : Uhh, no that's in Ireland.
Sarah : Ohh :/
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Back to the elections, somehow the topic of our past prime ministers come up. The sentence was uttered,
"Yeah (thefirstprimeministersname) was the first prime minister."
Sarah : NOO, wasn't he the first perdana menteri?
-All you people who can't speak Malay out there (coughAussies :P) it means prime minister in Malay.
"Uhh, yeaah that's what we said, right?"
Sarah : Ohh :/
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And that's about it. I have, five minutes left to spare.
OhMyGawsh, how cool.
'Taa pretties (: