you know when things like this happens, the first person i would turn to, is God.
Secondly, it would be lesbo, S, or my great bestfriend. But in this case, i chose God.
In times like this, i am definite God would always be my pillar of strength, showering me with his unfailing love and protecting me from all forms of danger.
Whenever i think over, i felt that i have to need to love God more and more.
Not once he had given up on me, though my prayers are not answered occasionally but still, without him, i wouldnt be ME, now.
I wouldnt have the strength to pull myself through all these.....things.
i am dead beat.
I guess like what my teachers all said : Do your best, and trust God to do the rest.
Well, i trust God now, more than anyone else.
Amen.

Love Fool

Some reaasurance would be ideal.
Some love would be delightful.
No ruse, or regrets.
Would be supreme.

I dont wanna appeared to be emotional cos i know i dont go with the word "emo".
I've lots of friends and things to look forward to.
But why do i always run back to you?

listening to this blog song of mine,

brought back many wonderful yet lamentful memories.

Was talking t S and caught up with one another. Could almost felt like she's just beside me and i'm talking t her. Its true that, if friends were meant t be, we're meant t be.

I know you know that we werent as close as before but we still cared for each other right? :)

We could still relate t each other about almost anything.

Well, i would say, that you're the first friend that has ever been thr for me 24/7 and i thank god for that :)

Shit, i think...think..i..saw....

shucks get away you stupid tear bug.

Somebody pls help me?

I almost died from packing my room(or throwing notes) for the past 3 hours.

i shouldnt have asked for cupboards and drawers cos i have many things t clear and yep, now i have t bear the consequences.

(sigh)

Right so i have to get back to packing o'else my mum will start up the "jukebox" again.

Well well, will blog later.

Back in a jiffy!

Twilight Gets Lampooned

In Los Angeles, strange things happen when a book series sells 70 million copies. Fan sites are built, only t crash with an onslaught of visitors. Movies are made, drawing unruly mobs of screaming fans.

Now, just weeks before New Moon, the second film in Stephanie Meyer's best selling Twilight saga hits cinemas, Nightlight has landed in bookstores.

It is a parody written by Harvard Lampoon, an ever changing group of Ivy League undergrads who have been skewering populist literature since 1876.

Penned by 4 Harvard students- two sophomore women and two senior men -the book is a quick reading, comedic send up of the 544 page tome that has grown in2 a cultural phenomenon. Its 154 pages follow the Twilight template but change every detail, from the glossy black cover with a chewed to the core apple to the come hither copy on the back jacket which reads :

" About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Edward was most likely my soul mate, maybe. "

A computer geek with an awful name and eve worse affliction - nosebleeds- Edwart Mullen is not a vampire, much as his classmates and wannabe love interest would like to believe.

The U-Haul- driving Belle Goose is a recent transplant to the incredibly soggy Oregon town of Switchblade. An epic klutz who regularly knocks over her classmates from the mailman to the IRS agent to the entire male population of Switchblade High is in love with her, she is nevertheless " in the deepest love that has ever occurred in the history of the world" with Edwart.

"Looking in2 his eyes, i felt waves of electricity, currents of electrons charging towards me. Was this how it felt to be in love....for robots?"

The freckled and red haired Edwart, she is convinced, is irresistibly attracted to the scent of her blood, which she describes as " grapefruit". While hardcore Twilight fans may not appreciate Harvard Lampoon humour, anyone who has enjoyed the books but questioned the series' cult status is likely to be highly entertained.

Can New Spoons be far behind?

:)

was thinking about blogging after o's.

now that i'm here, i dont feel like blogging much anymore.

people dont always cherish what they have, do they?

:)

must have some fun after O's.

i deserve some indulgence.

HEH.

its just about 15 days to o level and yet i'm still unable to keep myself focus.

both love popped over for some studying session and yes we did study, till 12.30 am then we decided t cut ourselves some slack. Amaths is no easy pea. Been entering door of wonders at 3 everynight. Not studying, but just plain tossing about on my bed, thinking bout what would it be like if the first day of O's actually come knocking at my door. I have weak will power and i am no disciplined enough. But EVERYONE around are just the opposite of me.

and i have a bump on my head.

like that'll solve my stupidity problem.

Right.

the cracks on the concrete,

are just reminders that you'll fall apart no matter how strong you are.

i miss my peg.

See little missy peg, i post a pic t commemorate you in my heart ):

Gave you one missed call yet you dont bother t call back ok fine.

am not planning t study for tmrw's double science paper 1 oh well, cant wait for the o's to be over so i can plunder into the heap of clothes i'm gonna buy !!!!!!!!

Mick can never stop flooding me with piano videos on Youtube and i cannot stop myself from taking bites of snacks crap! Oh and i cant wait t crash little pieg's crib tmrw, snacks and Sex In The City?

One day it all catches up with you, every ended relationship, every tear shed, every broken heart, you pick up the pieces , you brush them off, and you put them back together, only each time you need a little more glue, then, just like that, the glue’s not enough anymore, the cracks, the holes, the shattered dreams, they’re a part of you, and try as you might, you can’t fix what’s been broken, you can’t mend what’s been torn, you’re downtrodden, pathetic, unable to go on, or so you think. Then he walks into your life, and with a smile, a whisper, and a kiss, you’re no longer broken, your world of gray becomes a little brighter, a little more colorful, the more time you spend with him, the more complete your once fragile, shattered heart becomes, until one morning you wake up and just like that, you’re in love, and the grass is greener, and the sky is bluer, and the past, is the past. You are no longer consumed with regret, remorse, and pain, but yet in the back of your mind, in the depths of your heart, one thing lingers — fear. Fear of what you’re risking, fear of going back, fear of being broken again, this time, forever. Then he smiles and says the three words you’ve been longing to hear, and nothing else matters.