SAVE ME; someone's bound to hear my cries.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Oh welps. I guess i had a good day. Was supposed to be in school by 12pm for beyourselfday meeting. (forget the morning shit. i dont even want to mention it anymore.) But haha when shalu called at 11.55am, i was still asleep. lol. So yeas she woke up up yadah yadah i took my time and i was oh 1 hr late. ok maybe more but whatever. when i reach there, shalu was not in sch. so annoying seh. lol. met feeza and naz. oh feeza, everytime we touch! -no pun intended! (: Ok so shalu came. meeting. yaadah yuudah yeedah. Ok so after went to meet shishi at tampines with feeza.

We took a cab there. and while we were searching for toilet, we told shishi we were still on the train. lol. Ok crap. But anyway met her. Went to toilet! Eh, got sofa! WOW! lol. andd then we went to starrbucks. caramel frap! (: talked. talked. talked. arrrrr. so funneh. lol. i love shishi and feeza! ok not like its a surprise. then we walked around. looking at clothes. ah. feeza found her beyourself day GOWN already! very the cute! haha. And then we went off. shishi went home. we took the train. bedok. then went to buy food for people in my house. and then feeza walked home. i took my bus. lol so boring. i know. haha. i think i've forgotten how to blog properly. this entry is so dumb and superficial. Ok im going to make some coffee. and im going to study!

maybe if you are still there, things would be different.
Cause then you'll see my heart in the saddest state it's ever been.
you'll dry my tears and make me laugh again.
i know you would.
you've done it times and times before.
but you keep leaving me for more.

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
11:15 AM

this pain is just too real

so down so out.

no place to run

& nowhere to hide

where'd everyone go?

Fear

Hope

Faith

there's just too much that time cannot erase.

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
12:43 AM

Sunday, June 18, 2006

something about you.

i think after a while of getting to know someone, the conversation gets rather mundane and boring. like whats there left to talk about right. ok maybe not. but maybe, just maybe ive lost my talkingcrap ability. ok whatever. Anyway ive got a problem with my sleeping habit. i sleep to much la fuck. and i feel terrible. i have nt been able to concentrate well cus of it too. and online world is an addiction. oh bleh. maybe i should start coffee-ing soon. maybe now. and i hate f&n. i hate f&n. ok wtfh.

Either im going to study, or im going to sleep. maybe after some coffee the former would be ideal. but the latter always fails me. hoho.

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Don't know what you do to me
but Every time I'm with you its a natural high
its like re-discovering Eden
with chocolate-coated rainbows and cotton candy skies
And every time you look my way I wish i had the guts to say:
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me want to sing
Make me want to dance
Make me want to cry
I'm falling in love with you.

Much love, kisses and faiydust.
nunu
xoxo

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
1:30 PM

I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way u wanted them to, is the measure of a successful. Then some would say I'm a failure. The important thing is, not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. I recognize that everyday won't be sunny. And when u find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it's only in the black of night you can see the stars, and those stars will lead u back home. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, stumble, and fall, because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for, maybe you'll get more than you ever could imagine. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.

"Remember that you're perfect. God makes no mistakes."

Well, right. But let me ask you this. Who is god to you?

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
12:17 PM

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Check out my Cascada video! OMFG. Its the techno version but wtfh. I love the song. hoho!

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
3:36 PM

its different when you're me.

Did anyone read page 14 of the newspaper, dated 12th june? No? Bleh you.

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One evening a couple of weeks ago, my daughter told me her 27-yr old girlfriend died in an accident. Jane was riding her motorcycle, possibly lost control of it, and rammed against a lamp post and...I could not help but feel pain for my daughter and the young girl's rugby friends, but most of all, for her loved onces - her brothers and parents. -By colin chee

How does one cope with such loss? How do describe the excruciating hurt that wrenches deeps inside you?

A gentle life crushed before its time. A fleeting memory. A shy smile. Snatches of fun. Happy laughter. Kindness. Honesty. Warmth. A hand to reach out to.

Someone in her prime.

My quiet prayer is that she lived life to its fullest: Each moment a fullfied promise, each step a celebration, each breath a defiance of death.

Dylan Thomas wrote in a poem:

Let me escape,
Be free, (wind for my tree and water for my flower)
Live self for self,
And drown the gods in me...
I'll cut through your dark cloud
To see the sun myself...

Jane is free - from all envy, backstabbing, anger, the forever bitchy snide asides, the dark side. In a few years. Jane will ebb in memory.
The pain will go away, though it will linger on like a tear stain on a shirt sleeve, and the mere mention of her name may bring on a smile.

Life snuffed out like a light star in a midnight sky.

When i was young, i had no sense of my own mortality. Death visits only others.

I was invincible.
The world was mine to conquer.
Life was to be lived for the moment.

Yes, there were the jobless many. There was the occasional dinner of rice with dark soya sauce. There were the distant romours of people killed in race riots.

But we were young and carefree.

Life's cycle has no limits, it seemed, until i experienced first-hand my uncle's death.

Acquaintances and friend-in-laws, some younger than i, have passed on unexpectedly. Several others have had intimate brushes with the Grim Reaper.

You hear stories about Jane and Joan and you read countless stories about how the young die before its time.

You ask: Is it enough to be living well or having a job that pays well with status to boot? Is it enough to be a staight As student?

I really wonder.

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
3:32 PM

i just miss you people. much.

though nothing's going right.

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
2:43 PM

To every girl that dresses cute not skanky.

To every girl who wants to be called beautiful not hot.

To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present for you.

To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose that bitch instead.

To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.

To every girl who would just like once to be treated like a princess.

To every girl that cries at night because of another heartbreak.

To every girl that won't get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.

To every girl that just wants to hold hands.

To every girl that kisses him with meaning.

To every girl who just wishes he cared more.

To every girl who would just once want a guy to give their jacket up when they are cold.

To every girl who just wants him to call.

To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him.

To every girl that just wants to cuddle.

To every girl that just wants to sleep with him without having sex.

To every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again because she has been hurt too many times or so badly.

To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.

To every girl that thought maybe this one could be the one.

To every girl that believes in her dreams.

To every girl that would do anything so she could achieve those dreams.

To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually doesn't think it is funny.

To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.

To every girl that has been cheated on because she is not a slut who gives it up to any guy.

To every girl that doesnt want a guy who just plays with her emotions but actually cares about how she feels.

To every girl who wants words backed up with actions.

To every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end.

To every girl that gave her heart away only to have it shoved back in her face.

i am just like you.

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
1:26 PM

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

i'm blogging for the sake of blogging. lol. i've got nothing to blog about here. so quit telling me its time to blog. there's nothing u should know. Apart from i'm still alive, well and kicking. (YES, lynette!). And oh, pimple out break! ): HOHO. i love idah! and whoever else i should. lol.

ok bye. ((:

i'm somewhere there..love!

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
11:40 PM

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Forgive me my weakness,
But I dont know why,
Without you it's hard to survive.

Have you forgotten, just how hard it used to be?

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
9:15 PM

If no one has realised it yet, everything is just so weird. i dont want to rant about it all. but hey. someone has to stop this. why not me. haha. ok wtf. but anyway. i can very well say i feel so much hatred inside of me. isnt that weird. especially cus its towards people i've loved almost ~~all~~ half my life?

We all always end up in this same situation, dont we? And yet no one does anything to make it better. why? D

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
9:29 AM

Friday, June 02, 2006

i sat next to dhea and atiqa during yesterday's social studies tutorial. And hoho, it was riot! lol. and i sort of disturbed them alot. dhea was feeling nunu and atiqa stepped like she was concentrating. (believe me, it was mr wee speaking! hoho) and i wanted them to experience something new. -paper sex! LOL. like seriously, can u have sex through writing? i dunno. so i wanted dhea and atiqa to try it out with me. hoho! but they well, disappointed me. ):

at first, dhea was good. she DREW this:

[Boohoo is her. and nunu's yours truly!]

but then, atiqa practically broke my heart when she send me this:

WHAT AN INSULT.
So, i wrote them this:

And the reply:

And dhea once agen broke my already broken heart when she wrote this:

See, i've got every reason to be sad. :(

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
11:50 PM

i<3hoho! ((:
imisshim. ):

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
4:11 PM

You're the one mistake, i really did'nt mind.

somebody save me;
i'm not crazy or anything.
4:52 AM