#7 Pearlyn’s Theory of Life

Bold the ones that apply to you.

I am 5′4″ or shorter.
I think I’m ugly.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color
I have a tattoo
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses sometimes.
I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
I have 2 piercings or more.
I have piercings in places besides my ears
I have freckles

family/home life.

I’ve sworn at my parents. 
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
My biological parents are together.
I have a sibling less than one year old
I want to have kids someday.
I have children.
I’ve lost a child.

embarrassment.

I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve snorted while laughing.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.

health.

I was born with a disease/impairment. 
I’ve had stitches.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I had a serious surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox.

travelling.

I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.
I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Europe.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to France.

experiences.

I’ve been lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve crashed a car
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play
I’ve met someone in person from the internet.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten Sushi.
I’ve been snowboarding.

relationships.

I’m single.
I’m in a relationship.
I’m available.
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve been divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

sexuality.

I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I’ve kissed a member of the same gender. 
I’ve had sex with someone of the opposite gender.
I’ve had sex with someone of the same gender.
I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve had sex outdoors.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.
I have had sex with a stranger.

honesty/crime.

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve cheated on a test.
I’ve run a red light.
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve shoplifted.

drugs/alcohol.

I’ve consumed alcohol.
I smoke cigarettes.
I smoke pot.
I regularly drink.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I’ve been addicted to an illegal substance.
I take cough meds when I’m not sick.
I can’t swallow pills.
I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

mental health.

I have been diagnosed with depression.
I shut others out when I’m depressed.
I take anti-depressants.
I have an eating disorder.
I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.
I’ve hurt myself on purpose.
I’m addicted to self harm.
I’ve woken up crying.

death.

I’m afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone dying.
I have attempted suicide. (Someone dared/forced me too. Does that count haha!)
Someone close to me has attempted suicide.
Someone close to me has committed suicide.

random.

I can sing well.
I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
I open up to others too easily.
I don’t kill bugs.
I curse regularly.
I sing in the shower.
I am a morning person.
I paid for my cell phone ring tone.
I’m a snob about grammar.
I am a sports fanatic.
I play with my hair.
I have/had “x”s in my screen name.
I love being neat.
I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day.
I bake well.
My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.
I don’t know how to shoot a gun.
I am in love with love.
I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
I laugh at my own jokes.
I eat fast food weekly.
I believe in ghosts.
I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
I am really ticklish.
I love white chocolate.
I bite my nails.
I play video games.
I’m good at remembering faces.
I’m good at remembering names.
I’m good at remembering dates.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I’ve been honest while filling out this.

 

to be continued..

#6 Secrets don’t last forever

was looking though POSTSECRET (one of my favourite websites -screams) just now, and chanced upon this comment:

I think that when we read other people’s secrets in your books, on your blog, or at your events, we read a secret we didn’t know we had or a new look on things and a greater understanding that we already have and it just takes someone else’s story to have it awakened.

We can look at people in the streets and see something we wouldn’t have and think, “Maybe it was that person’s secret.” and then we feel more connected to people by realizing that maybe we all carry the same secrets.

 

How true.

We all have secrets, it’s just a matter of how big or small it is, how many people know about it (but then, it won’t be called a secret anymore) (: haha my definition of secret = less than 2 people (including myself) knows about it. so, it doesn’t hurt to tell a friend right?

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#4 Liar Liar Pants On Fire and Random Musings

Penguins got no pants. 

 

It’s not as if we never lied before in our entire life. I’m quite sure everyone did, at least like once in their life. And for me, the case is getting really really bad. I thought it was still okay at first, but now, i dont know who i am. I think im suffering from an identity crisis. 

If you think lying once is bad enough, den i think i should be sent to hell already. What would you do, if i told you that i lied to you? What would you do, if you find out that everything, right from the start, wasn’t true? What would you do, if things are not actually the way they are? oh wells.

 

Anyhows, was hearing edweewee rant just now (: we’re all going through a really stressful period right now, and the worse thing that can ever happen is to see a friend cry. haha for her at least. (: being too much of a friend, everyone would naturally look for you, new people, new problems everyday. It gets to a point that one would natually snap/burst/whatever. I can understand, because for me, if my pals have problems, naturally i’d feel sad too. and that’s bad, because being a counsellor would so totally be the worse job for me. anyhows, i’ve come to know myself more today. (: it’s surprising in a way that when everyone comes to me with their probs, i wont exactly burst, i’d only do so when im overwhelmed with my own. but then, i wont really burst, i’ll just cry. (: and you, nagging at me every single day, isn’t helping. ): okay, this paragraph totally doesnt make sense, so just scrape it alrights. (:

 

31st august is 31/08’s class birthday. hahaha was talking about it during lunch today, that we should totally go out and celebrate. sigh sigh, i always thought that my class didnt like me or smth, some inferiority complex and all, but what wanting told me today totally shaped my life. (: i guess they just dont know me well enough, just like how i dont know them well enough too. 

And and and, a lesson learnt today: there’s a trade-off for everything in the world. For once, I finally knew what a trade-off was. (: HAHA beat that. we cannot have everything, and it’s like if we want more of something, we have to forgo the other. and that sucks. BUT BUT BUT that’s when friends come into the picture. like me and b is for big sister, hahaha, we can totally join lives, cause’ what i have she doesn’t, and what she has i don’t. (: I CANT WAIT FOR THE WEEKENDS! :D :D :D 

 

and it’s so freakin fustrating today, that i went all the way to east coast park to try and grab the toy from the machine for mt, and the machine spoilt. waste time. and i totally came up from the wrong underpass, so i had to walk alllllll the way back. waste more time. and when i reached the ntuc, i realised that they sold out on m&ms and lakerol. STUPID. so i gave up searching for all the sai teacher’s day gifts, and went to the airport in an attempt to mug. haha. and the ntuc there sold out on m&ms too. DAMMIT. but, at least they have lakerol (: HAHA. and and and, stitch came to join me later on. (: so i wont be alone. HAHAH. imagine, i think this is like the first time i’m going everywhere along. wow, i’m growing up. (: 

 

to the troubled souls out there (you know who you are), you know i’d always be here for you. i swear by these words. :D 

 

sometimes, some things are better left unsaid, unheard of, unwritten.

 

Something random i saw in an email, it was one of those forward to 10 people if not you will.. kind, and usually i wont open, and i have no clue what made me open it today, but yea, here it goes. really meaningful: 

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?
Saying something and wishing you hadn’t?, or
Saying nothing and wishing you had?

I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.Don’t be afraid to tell someone you love them. 
If you do, they might break your heart…if you don’t, you might break theirs.


Have u ever decided not 2 become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what youalready
had with that person?

Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn’t.
You can’t tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own……..when you least suspect it, or even when you don’t want it to.

Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you?

Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much…for fear that the other person does not
care as much, or even at all.

Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?

We tell lies when we are afraid… afraid of what we
don’t know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us.
But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.

Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.

Don’t be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had.

What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?

What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?

What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don’t care anymore)

What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn’t have them? 

What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?*

People live, but people die.  I want to tell you that
you are a friend.

If you died tomorrow (God Forbid)
you would bein my heart.
Would I be in yours?

#3 When you say nothing at all

hello, my head is in a whirl, i’m suffering from tons of mixed emotions. I feel this pain at my chest, this hurt near my heart. And, i think it’s just me thinking too much ): because, how can anyone make you feel happy, and yet sad at the same time? I think the world is crazy. and if it’s not for a sin to commit suicide, i totally would have done it a long time ago. screw the world.

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#1 Precise Polaroids

This being the first entry for precisepolaroids, just allow me to tell you why this random blog name (which i hope will be permanent for the years to come, unless instincts tells me to move somewhere else). (:

I’ve always wanted a blog which wouldn’t be a facade. The previous one (eyegummy-) wasn’t, but yet it wasn’t exactly the place where i could really be myself. I couldn’t post a lot of issues up, I couldn’t express fully what i wanted to say, without thinking of whether i would be hurting anyone, or whether anyone would be offended reading it. I was afraid of being judged by the world, yes, based on the few words that i string together to form the paragraphs on my blog. To me, a blog is like another world, a place where my thoughts run wild, where i can express my feelings be it happy or not, where i can really be myself. It shows the other side of me. The side which i’m afraid to show to the world.

Thus, precise polaroids. The camera snaps at moments we least expect it, and captures the most beautiful images. It shows the real side of human nature, and the polaroid camera, gives you instant prints. I cannot say that it produces the ones with the best quality, I never said it did. I’ve learnt throughout all these years, that we cannot have everything in life. For polaroids, it’s the instantness that matters. They would be the ones that show the visual side of my life. The real side that snaps when no one is watching. Precise, is not the same as perfect. At first, i wanted perfectpolaroids as the name for this blog, but look, life isn’t perfect, nothing is. Precisely, precise is the word that gives the details, the exact things that happens, not missing a single thing out.

PrecisePolaroids: the exact details of the other side of my life.

And I do hope, that you’d enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy painting out my life. (: Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. – Helen Keller. HAHA but but but however, sensitivity comes in, and some posts afterall, are just meant for my eyes only. (: and if you are the trusted few that i share the password to some of my posts with, please do not misplace the trust that i have in you. I trust that you won’t share the password with some tom, dick and harry. it is for your eyes only too. (:

This new journey, starts right here, right now.

p.s i’m really irritated with the way wordpress is, because i cannot seem to change the theme properly, but other than that, kudos to my new love (: