“The greatest irony of love;
loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life.
And sometimes, you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again.
For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else.
Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It’s just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little.
As we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right.
Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger.
So here’s a piece of advice;
let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more.”
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Walk Away – Vanessa Hudgens from High School Musical 3
Vocalizing: Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.
I guess I should’ve known better,
to believe I’m a lucky chain, Oh.
I lent my heart out forever,
and finally learned each other’s names.
I tell myself, “this time it’s different.”
No goodbyes, cause eyes can’t bear to say it.
“I’ll never survive on one that’s coming”,
If I stay, Ooh!
Just Walk Away! Ooh, and don’t look back.
Cause if my heart breaks, It’s gonna hurt so bad.
You know I’m strong, but I can’t take that.
Before It’s too late. Oh, just Walk Away!
(Walk, Walk, Walk Away) Ooh, just Walk Away!
(Walk, Walk, Walk) Away-aye-aye, yeah.
I really wish I could blame you, but I know
That it’s no one’s fault. No, No. No, No
Cinderella with no shoe, and
the prince that doesn’t know he’s lost.
He says that her face is so familiar, and
Goodbye with just the same old song.
But this time I will not surrender!
‘Cause I’m gone, Ooh, yeah!
Just Walk Away! Ooh, and don’t look back.
Cause if my heart breaks, It’s gonna hurt so bad.
You know I’m strong, but I can’t take that.
Before It’s too late. Oh, just Walk Away!
(Walk, Walk, Walk Away) Ooh, just Walk Away!
(Walk, Walk, Walk) Away-aye-aye, yeah.
Ooh, I’ve got to let it go.
Start protecting my heart and soul.
Cause I don’t think I’ll survive a goodbye again.
Not again!
Just Walk Away! Ooh, and don’t look back.
Cause if my heart breaks, It’s gonna hurt so bad.
You know I’m strong, but I can’t take that.
Before It’s too late. (Before It’s Too Late!)
Oh, just Walk Away!
(Walk, Walk, Walk Away) Walk Away, Walk Away, yeah!
(Walk, Walk, Walk Away!) Walk Away, Walk Away, All right!
(Walk Away, Walk Away, Yeah, Walk Away!) Walk Away, Walk Away.
(Oh, Walk, Walk, Walk Away!) Walk Away, Walk Away, Ooh..
Ooh..
I’m angry, i’m disappointed, i’m sad. But most importantly i’m numb, of all the crap you put me through, or rather, i chose to put myself through. I don’t believe and i choose not to believe anything that you say/said, or do/did. And i’m really disgusted at myself because it’s my own wishful thinking to start with, once again.
If i can’t even have you as a friend, then i rather not have you at all.
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It’s a really really ironic world. I cannot emphasise this enough. Just when i have stopped looking, there you appear. I dont know why things work this way, seek and you shall find is rubbish come to think of it, well at least it doesn’t work for me. Yesterday, was the day, i finally stopped looking. I finally stopped looking for your face in the crowd. And just when i’ve finally rest my heart, the heavens just dont think i should rest it just yet.
Oh well, speaking of meeting people i shouldn’t meet, or rather, very coincidentally meet. HAHA and it forever happens when i’m with lala. (: everytime, and i mean EVERYTIME i’m with her, i always bump into ALOT of people, it’s scary. Like today, i bumped into you, and sandra, and jane kuan, and ms tan, and ms lin, and adilah, within a short short span of 3hours, stoning and chatting very happily at raffles city’s ben and jerry’s.
i really really love catching up with my friends. (: i’d always get this warm fuzzy feeling every time i meet someone whom i haven’t met for long, for lala, it was like 1 month i think. haha but the previous time wasn’t counted because i met her at like her school gate to get history notes. if not, the last time we sat down properly to talk, was like i think 6 months ago. And once we start, we just dont stop! And you can say it’s rather magical, because i’ve only known her this year, like in SA. and we’ve only spent a month together, and yet we have never ending things to talk about, reminiscing about the good old SA days which we all miss, laughing at people we shouldn’t be laughing at, and doing bimbotic stuff together. I bet sandra and jane must had been very amused, to keep walking past ben and jerry’s and we’re still there!! like forever! Sat down there from 2pm till 5+ i think, until this group of jap exchange students came and filled the whole place with their noise. Haha. (: We talked about everything under the sun, even like taboo topics, until this point where she was like “i wonder what the people eavesdropping on us would think, like why these girls talking about these things”. HAHA lala is so cute, i love her la. :D
PRISCILLA GAN IS THE BOMB.
Can’t wait to meet the whole a05 during our class chalet (which i’ve yet to book) frm 28 to 30 dec. :D :D :D :D we can do crazy stuff once more! i swear a05 is the most bonded class i’ve ever ever had in my entire life. it’s like i can relate to EVERY SINGLE PERSON. and i can talk to them about anything under the sun. Although we only spent a month together, but the memories are like priceless. and the friendships forged, can last for an eternity.
Anyhows, something random to add here: i hope you really like your surprise pokpok! (:
Can’t wait for PW and shitty higher chinese to be over so that i can meet up with pokpok, and yiwei! (whom i haven’t seen for soooo long!), and yuqi & carina (to plan for i&e training), before heading off for like SLC from 10-14 nov, and i&e camp from 18-20 nov, before flying off to taiwan on the 22nd until the 9th, and bangkok from 12th to 15th. oh man, i really want more time to catch up with my pals ):
Anyhows, here’s something inspired from angel’s post about her inspiration from this post from: http://www.darrenbarefoot.com/archives/2007/09/55-more-blog-posts-i-hope-you-write.html which has a whole list of things for you to blog about, should you run out of blog topics, or are sick of the usual ranty-filled posts. And hopefully from these topics which i’d randomly post, you’d get to see the other side of me.
Warning: Recommendation form style of writing ahead.
There isn’t really a specific person that i admire the most, but if you want to talk about admiration, then i guess as cliche as it seems, they go out to the ones who “mould the future generation” and “make an impact in the lives of others”, yes, teachers. I’ve never admired celebrities or like famous people because firstly, i never thought that they were real, and secondly, i’d rather look up to, and try to be like someone whom i’ve met before, and know. At least, i won’t be perceiving the wrong thing, and i know they are real. And that makes them easier “good examples”.
And for the teachers that i really admire the most (not say the others didnt make a great impact, they all did, and i thank each and everyone of them for that), it’d have to go out to mr casey leong, and ms tan. it’s just the way they are, the way they do things, the way the capture the class’ attention, the way they get the respect they deserve, their personality, that i truly admire. And this, is what probably sparked off my little childhood dream to be a teacher. Haha, like in primary 1 i swear i totally wanted to be like my form teacher man. I would go home, and pretend to teach my soft toys, which was quite dumb, but i guess my interests sparked off from there. Mr leong in his very quirky manner, made me really really really enjoy ki. i wouldn’t dare pon a single lesson of his, and i’d like so diligently try to research on his Descarte and Hagel. (: and under that very mean and “i will bite you anytime” outlook, lies this very gentle, understanding and nice man. Oh well, and then ms tan, enough said, she’s more than a teacher to me. She’s like a friend. I really really admire the way she handles relationship issues, the way she treats other people and all. And the best of all: she gives the best advices. And, she really fun to be around as well. (: i love my teachers so much.
well, actually i kindda admire ms lin and ms goh as well. their patience to get me, this very very “i dont like the subject therefore i dont study” girl to actually like the subject, is amazing. and without them, i wont be where i am today. (:
(okay, i know this isn’t teachers’ day, but teachers, are afterall, as cliche as it seems, the ones i truly admire)
*we lose some, and we gain some. and i guess today’s the day i lose, much more than i gain. losing it.
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Got this off Caroline’s note on facebook. :D
The Turtles
A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. The turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last! For about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left.
Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years…six years… then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, ‘See! I knew you wouldn’t wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt.’
Some of us waste our time waiting for people to live up to our expectations. We are so concerned about what others are doing that we don’t do anything ourselves.
The Frogs
A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could use a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer replied, ‘There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs – millions of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me crazy!’ So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a time for the next several weeks.
The first week, the farmer returned to the restaurant looking rather sheepish, with two scrawny little frogs. The restaurant owner said, ‘Well… where are all the frogs?’ The farmer said, ‘I was mistaken. There were only these two frogs in the pond. But they sure were making a lot of noise!’
Next time you hear somebody criticizing or making fun of you, remember, it’s probably just a couple of noisy frogs. Also remember that problems always seem bigger in the dark. Have you ever laid in your bed at night worrying about things which seem almost overwhelming like a million frogs croaking? Chances are pretty good that when the morning comes, and you take a closer look, you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.
The Pretty Lady
Once upon a time a big monk and a little monk were traveling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river. There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn’t cross the river. The big monk offered to carry her across the river on his back. The lady accepted. The little monk was shocked by the move of the big monk. ‘How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?’ thought the little monk. But he kept quiet. The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her.
All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation. Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the big monk. ‘How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty? All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite The big monk looked surprised and said, ‘I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?’
This very old Chinese Zen story reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life, they irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt, sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous .. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away.We keep on carrying the baggage of the ‘pretty lady’ with us. We let them keep on coming back to hurt us, make us angry, make us bitter and cause us a lot of agony. Why? Simply because we are not willing to put down or let go of the baggage of the ‘pretty lady’. We should let go of the pretty lady immediately after crossing the river, that is after the unpleasant event is over. This will immediately remove all our agonies. There is no need to be further hurt by the unpleasant event after it is over.
Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.
The 3 stories above just gave me this epiphany: Let go and let live. How very true, many times we are the ones who create the sorrows for ourselves. It may just be a very small issue, but we (who think too much) would perceive it to be the end of the world, when most of the time is not the case. So, just dont regret, live life as it is, do whatever you want to do, and don’t look back.
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And i wont tell you.
So stop asking.
And leave me alone.
Grrr.
@$^&*(*&^%$##$%^&**&^%$#$%^&*
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1. I really agree with this: “For someone who can’t remember much, there seems to be a lot i can’t forget”.
2. I’ve decided, francesca. (:
3. I was on the bus to church today, and out of nowhere, i’ve decided on the list of names of people, whom i want to be my bridesmaid and jiemei to sabo my husband, on my wedding (if i ever get married that is). :D haha. they come from like all the different parts of my life, which is really really cool. (: and i hope things remain like this, so that this dream would come true. currently, there’s like 4 people on the list. And then, thinking of bridesmaids, made me think of the people to invite to my wedding. And, surprise surprise i couldn’t think of any ): except mt and jim. HAHA WTH RIGHT. oh well, but as i’ve said many many many times, if i dont get married by 40, i’m so gonna be a nun. (: and fly to africa and look after black kids.
4. a lot a lot of random thoughts had been flooding my head these days, and i really want to type them out in this point form manner, but once i found the time to blog, i cannot remember a single thing. See what i mean by i cannot remember a lot of things! ):
5. My arm’s getting better, thanks so much everyone for all the care and love (: Now it’s just bandaged and very very not movable. Anw, the stupid doctor yesterday gave me a sling to wear, which was really really fun. (: and the whole experience of trying to get the stupid letter for time extension for my higher chinese paper is plain stupid. My family doctor was closed (my mummy scolded me like forever about this, because i refused to go home and see the doctor on friday), so we went to the other clinic instead. And the doctor there refused to give the letter unless he saw the xray film, so we had to cab down to the xray place and queue like forever to register, get the xray and wait for like forever to get the results, and cab all the way back again. ): It burned a hole in my mummy’s pocket, and im really sorry for it. ):
6. i regret. (and whenever i think of this R word, ms lin’s words would replay and replay in my head) ):
7. Going off to malaysia later to import gum and pirated stuff! :D :D :D and eat my long awaited favourite dish of the century from my favourite restaurant in malaysia: salad youtiao! (:
8. Oh oh and did i mention, i love the area which my grandma’s house is located at. No, not the little india side, the jalan besar side. (: It felt like i was brought back into time yesterday, because at the small alley behind my grandma’s house, mediacorp was filming this olden days nonya show, with like jeanette aw and chen liping. They had all the olden days props which was really cool, like the old pushcarts where they sold food, the bao machine, and wooden tables and chairs and all. (: but the director kept cutting and cutting, which was getting quite annoying. Behind all the glamour and all, i guess acting, is hard work.
9. brain block now. shall edit when i think of more later. (:
Barry Louis Polisar - All I Want Is You
If i was a flower growing wild and free
All i’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if i was a tree growing tall and greeen
All i’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves
If i was a flower growing wild and free
All i’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if i was a tree growing tall and greeen
All i’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All i want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All i want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, i know i’d be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow
All i want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All i want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a wink, i’d be a nod
If you were a seed, well i’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, i’d wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, i know i’d be a hug
All i want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All i want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were the wood, i’d be the fire.
If you were the love, i’d be the desire.
If you were a castle, i’d be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, i’d learn to float.
All i want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All i want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
juno soundtrack has sweet songs. (:
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I cannot believe how true this is. My mummy brought me to the chinese sinseh (think: TCM = Complementary and Alternative medicine) today in a hopeful attempt to fix my arm, because according to her chinese roots and beliefs and experience, chinese sinseh is so much better at fixing broken body parts as compared to x-rays, because x-rays cannot do anything but scan and see, where as the chinese sinseh can pull out the bone and push it back (and that’s what she did).
It’s so ironic. Because my shitass PW topic is called: “Back to our roots: Modernisation of Complementary and Alternative Medicine”. I neverrr ever thought that i would ever ever EVER use TCM, but ta-da, i’m wrong (yet again). i really cannot believe how coincidental it can get. And come to think of it, that dream that day of me dying = something bad’s gonna happen to me = THIS)
Warning: gross scenes ahead
Anyhows, we took a cab down to the sinseh (cause’ we were late), and then the woman was like, okay look the other side, and she PULLED out my lower arm and twist a bit, and then PUSH it back into the joint. i swear i nearly died. not because of the pain, but because it was so ticklish, and i was like squirming around the bed where she made me lie on. And then, she totally bent my whole arm backwards, and i could hear the “clark clark” sounds. GROSS. ): and then in another attempt to fix my wrist and fingers, she took a towel, and wrapped it around my fingers, pressing on to some point in the center of my palm, and she PULLED EVERY SINGLE finger. i swear i could hear sooo many cracking sounds. and it was pain like shit. ): but anyhows, surprisingly, my fingers are fully recovered (: now it’s left with the elbow, which she totally wrapped this very smelly medicated bandage over. ): i swear i stank up singapore today ):
But but but, to make the pain a teeeny weeny bit better, i met up with ms goh and eddy and peiting and aaron allan today :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D had a really really great time catching up and doing crazy stuff, and laughing at my hand, and taking insane pictures. (: i miss everyone of them so much ): shall upload the pictures when i get them (:
meanwhile, i hope that my hand will get okay really really soon. and that you will pull through (: no matter what. because you won’t be going through it alone! (:
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yes, it’s true.
i feel so weak and useless man,
1) need my mother to bathe me
2) cannot wipe my butt
3) typing & smsing with my left hand
4) cannot brush teeth
5) cannot comb hair
URGH. ): and im disfigured for life ):
