I guess it must be kinda funny 'cause it's the first time I have my girl friends over for sleepover. I mean, I've shared rooms before, in camps and stuff but it is the first time I have my friends over... =) Pammie always wanted to do this since like 2 years ago...lol. Only the time did not allow until we found a great reason to finally get a real slumber party. But...I am not sure if you call it a slumber party or a sleepover 'cause we honestly didn't do much of sleeping nor did we slumber for that long.
It was lots of fun, really, we watched a super nice movie which we all screamed hell lot and had pizza and chips. The Secret was the best movie that you would wanna watch with your girlfriends in sleepovers even though the subtitle sucked as much as Shrek 3's subtitles on my birthday, no matter...it's good that my banana girlfriends managed to finish watching actually screamed and laugh at the joke. How cool was that?! XD With those skills, I guess my earlier judgement on Jay Chou is somewhat biased...hmm...=)
Oh and we had this really tiring 'photo session'...er...I mean, I should've saw it coming. Nobody, I repeat, NOBODY can ever escape one of those with my dear Pam Pam around. Especially with her new handphone...we pretty much had to. But hey, we gotta take some for memories sake. And we would grow old as twins and sisters and one day we would look back at the bashful Shuang Ling, cheery Sera, outta control Pammie and awkward me one day..*deep sigh* nothing beats a sisterhood like that.
The best thing about sleepovers aren't even about the sleeping part. It's the chatty part. Girls have to chat.. If we don't, we'll go to our Father much sooner than the guys. If you think it's unrealistic and childish of us then you might have established your prejudice too early, girls' thoughts maybe as deep as any guy's but it's crucial for us to share. I guess it is too much for some to take...fragile. We are made strong because of our bonds. If not strong..at least helped us to survive those miserable days. A hug and a few words would be enough..simple enough. It's your presence that matters. =) But do remember, promises are made to be kept.
Hmm..I do love having you girls around...it's soo..soo...erm...sleepy! XD neh, it was the one of the best parts of sleepovers. The super random acts and chitter-chattery. It's all laugh and giggles and tears and hugs and comfort and sisterhood. Ooo..we should really do it again sometime...*starry eyes* and funny funny Pam refused to sleep...doink...hahhhahahaaaa yoiiii...Loveee uuu laaa Pammmm~~~
BUT..it's kinda expected that we would all wake up late the next day...me being totally glued to my blankie...more like super-glued to it...XD XD XD LOL....But we managed to get to church for music practice - which is the initial excuse that we have to sleepover so that we won't be late the next day - of course we did managed..kind of. Muahahahaa...sorry Fu...Oh yea, I was really wobbly on heels...probably because it was the combination of the lack of sleep and my un-skillfulness on walking in heels. hahaa~~
Well...I don't wanna hang out too long around here, gotta get some recovery sleep...will get the pictures up soon though..after some editting =). Love y'all *huggies*
-va-
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
sistery love
This is what my sis did for me tru webcam just now...a kinda motivation for tomorrow's last exam...econs is very much hard work... and I am really grateful, honestly how many sisters would do cute stuff like that considering
she's wayy overage for that XD, but I love my kah che for that...she's more like a lil' sis sometimes. very manja...
I just printscreened everything and did a lil editing, putting all lil pieces into one. =) no worries it took less than 15mins, so I didn't exactly neglected my studies. XD
Love you che~
-va-
she's wayy overage for that XD, but I love my kah che for that...she's more like a lil' sis sometimes. very manja...
I just printscreened everything and did a lil editing, putting all lil pieces into one. =) no worries it took less than 15mins, so I didn't exactly neglected my studies. XDLove you che~
-va-
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
A detour into memories
I would not have address myself as romantic until someone reminded me of that earlier. I hate the cliche-ness in the word. But what then form the beauty in romanticizing about the past, the beauty and the memories.. If anything of the present time is folly and mortal, then am I wrong to think that the past would be exempted from time? It has passed time, thus immobile and eternal. History could not be changed, time made present temporary but he was not aware that he accidentally made the past eternal. careless, careless time.
It was probably after I start driving Pam home from Yan's when I accidentally ventured into the past again. Was it that time tried to punish me for the insulting remark, or was it mere accidental that I crossed over just as I always wished I can re-live those moments. Indolence and freedom. Warmth and emotions. Distance and the air. Night and the sweet touch of the wind from the nearby but out of sight dark sea. Lights that sparkled in distance and my immature side-parking skills.
I drove with the person that remained through the time and we did the things we would have done just as if we were in those days. They reconciled. Just like they did loved and the lights of their innocent hopes that they love and always will love. Through the ways and routes and streets and road, all of which we would travel, with voices and silences and soft music playing, just as they always could. The good-byes and good nights and the serenity of sisterhood.
I drove on the way just as I would, the way home, both old and new. And so at the junction I made an impulsive move, my driving skills instantly inadequate again and my nerves as young and anxious as I would be. pass the flyover overlooking the highways and lights and cars and my last night of independence days. Down and turned at the place which I once walked and drove and not noticed of and I parked my car at the space which the old me would consider good, with skills just as bad as I once had. I could not help smiling, though I did not know I've ventured through time, I thought it was too good, too close, too warm, to be true.
I walked in the street, dark and somewhat creepy, passed the guards all of whom seem somewhat sleepy. And so I walked and down near the pool and to the place where I would walk home through. My pace were light and soon turned slow, from the cheerfulness of a girl to the gentle press on the walkway. There it is, as it always had been, where I would look at from 5 floors above. Through that curtains which i would wonder and there came my words and mt thoughts. I looked briefly at the places it had been, my emotion, my inspiration, my idle days. A slight glimpse of disappoinment, could I have expected?
Then off home my feet steps, by the poolside and out again, into the streets and soon in my car and in a way I would drive, as my brother said, a naughty driver I am, off on the road I headed home. The old metal piece which swims, under the flickering lights like those shimmer in the streams. As I had not notice the way in, I ventured out in a way unnoticed. The turns and the curves, driving all alone, I finally got home.
I guess in this post you would not see a clear shadow of him, it is more of my detour than his. But I still somehow missed, the pieces and bits, those nights and my silly dreams.
-va-
It was probably after I start driving Pam home from Yan's when I accidentally ventured into the past again. Was it that time tried to punish me for the insulting remark, or was it mere accidental that I crossed over just as I always wished I can re-live those moments. Indolence and freedom. Warmth and emotions. Distance and the air. Night and the sweet touch of the wind from the nearby but out of sight dark sea. Lights that sparkled in distance and my immature side-parking skills.
I drove with the person that remained through the time and we did the things we would have done just as if we were in those days. They reconciled. Just like they did loved and the lights of their innocent hopes that they love and always will love. Through the ways and routes and streets and road, all of which we would travel, with voices and silences and soft music playing, just as they always could. The good-byes and good nights and the serenity of sisterhood.
I drove on the way just as I would, the way home, both old and new. And so at the junction I made an impulsive move, my driving skills instantly inadequate again and my nerves as young and anxious as I would be. pass the flyover overlooking the highways and lights and cars and my last night of independence days. Down and turned at the place which I once walked and drove and not noticed of and I parked my car at the space which the old me would consider good, with skills just as bad as I once had. I could not help smiling, though I did not know I've ventured through time, I thought it was too good, too close, too warm, to be true.
I walked in the street, dark and somewhat creepy, passed the guards all of whom seem somewhat sleepy. And so I walked and down near the pool and to the place where I would walk home through. My pace were light and soon turned slow, from the cheerfulness of a girl to the gentle press on the walkway. There it is, as it always had been, where I would look at from 5 floors above. Through that curtains which i would wonder and there came my words and mt thoughts. I looked briefly at the places it had been, my emotion, my inspiration, my idle days. A slight glimpse of disappoinment, could I have expected?
Then off home my feet steps, by the poolside and out again, into the streets and soon in my car and in a way I would drive, as my brother said, a naughty driver I am, off on the road I headed home. The old metal piece which swims, under the flickering lights like those shimmer in the streams. As I had not notice the way in, I ventured out in a way unnoticed. The turns and the curves, driving all alone, I finally got home.
I guess in this post you would not see a clear shadow of him, it is more of my detour than his. But I still somehow missed, the pieces and bits, those nights and my silly dreams.
-va-
intended intelligence ( I I )
I do not intend this post to be long. It is late and I am tired. Even if I may not be physically - as I'm not the eaily worn out type- my mental state simpy does not allow me to go too far in this post. I am still having my exams 2 1/2 down, 1 1/2 to go. Subjects, that is. Yes, I can still afford the luxury of naps and study only after 10 everyday, with in between chitter chattery and some food fight in facebook.
At first I wanted to blog about my detour and all those romantic stuff again. I guess it is the first time I would address myself to be romantic, probably more of the I-miss-the-old-days romantic and not the lovey dovey romantic too. These facts and history and statistic and quotes.
By the way, I just discovered that I can still do stuff in a highly efficient state even when my brain and body is in a semi-conscious status. I guess I discovered it in college's early classes. Since high school I was not able to be physically conscious before 10 in the morn. And even if I can manage, it would be temporary. I guess it really explains why I got a C for my biology paper in SPM. wow....biology seems so far away now. Anyhow, I still could take down notes and answer questions. I couldn't remember the details as well though. But I probably shouldn't ask too much too as my super memory system only work when I am in the mood, you know? which barely happen in high school but thank God, I am more interested in A levels than my 5th form text books. I guess all the time I was expecting that people are just as smart 'cause I rather thought intelligence is a choice and not a talent or hardwork or anything of that sort. People are just borned with it, common sense and basic general knowledge. I guess I musthave thought all the less smart people out there chose not to excercise their intelligent or something like that.
Okay, this post ended up as a pointless one, simple bragging about my tired lazy exam-y days...so I'm just gonna write another one, hope it would be as what I intended it to be.
-va-
At first I wanted to blog about my detour and all those romantic stuff again. I guess it is the first time I would address myself to be romantic, probably more of the I-miss-the-old-days romantic and not the lovey dovey romantic too. These facts and history and statistic and quotes.
By the way, I just discovered that I can still do stuff in a highly efficient state even when my brain and body is in a semi-conscious status. I guess I discovered it in college's early classes. Since high school I was not able to be physically conscious before 10 in the morn. And even if I can manage, it would be temporary. I guess it really explains why I got a C for my biology paper in SPM. wow....biology seems so far away now. Anyhow, I still could take down notes and answer questions. I couldn't remember the details as well though. But I probably shouldn't ask too much too as my super memory system only work when I am in the mood, you know? which barely happen in high school but thank God, I am more interested in A levels than my 5th form text books. I guess all the time I was expecting that people are just as smart 'cause I rather thought intelligence is a choice and not a talent or hardwork or anything of that sort. People are just borned with it, common sense and basic general knowledge. I guess I musthave thought all the less smart people out there chose not to excercise their intelligent or something like that.
Okay, this post ended up as a pointless one, simple bragging about my tired lazy exam-y days...so I'm just gonna write another one, hope it would be as what I intended it to be.
-va-
Thursday, September 6, 2007
confession of pain
After I sinned against God. I sat there, feeling hopeless and worn out...like a man going crazy, slowly losing my mind. Thinking how God would hate me. despise me.
He sat beside me, touched my hand, with a broken heart and said "Poor dear, what had the world done to you."
Suddenly I felt tired and beaten up.
He still loves me.
-retrieved-
He sat beside me, touched my hand, with a broken heart and said "Poor dear, what had the world done to you."
Suddenly I felt tired and beaten up.
He still loves me.
-retrieved-
Sunday, September 2, 2007
the real deal
a primary school mate added me in Friendster. no, nothing special. its normal that i failed to recognise her. i am never good with names and looks, esp new looks. it was exceptionally hard for me when i got transferred into a girl school in high school. everyone seems to have the same face and the same names. and for your information, it was a controlled school meaning girls with short hair, uniform and 60% of them wear glasses 'cause they had to handicap their eyes to get in.
back to my point, it was kinda hard, considering people love to use cutie names and some editted the photo so much their dog barks at it 'cause the dog have no idea that's its master/mistress. hmm...don't take it as an insult, 'cause it's not. i do agree that it is their right and of course if they desire to do so editting to flatter themselves is totally to their own interest and people like me, meaning not-so-beautiful people, have absolutely no stand in criticizing them. those oh-i'm-so-hot-i'm-sizzling photos, go ahead. go get 'em gurl~! mm..*cough*
at least it's better than getting a plastic surgery right? those computer effects, goodness, they can make you look like you just got a nose job and make ur skin look shades fairer. "Computer, computer, on my desk, who's the fairest of them all?" cute. and i know i totally have no right whatsoever to judge those who pop their eyes, pump those lips in the photos. yea yea, those peace sign and shhh...signs. hmm...its fine with me really. *choke on my own saliva*
well. err, i guess if people can't afford real jewellery they can, erm, you know, stick a crown thingy from the clip-arts and put it in their pics. who can blame those people, come'on. diamonds are a girl's best friend, ain't it? even those computer, erm, pixelize ones. Oh yea, and those blinking lights and Japanese words that no one in their friendlist understand, they're totally cool to me. honestly. it's an...an...erm...a culture exchange thingy, isn't it?
Oh and honestly if one looks so bad, or you simply have self esteem so low you can't bear looking at your own photo or to share it with the rest of the world, you can simply google-image one of those famous hotties/honeys/hunks photo and put it in your profile instead. No worries man, we understand. we gotcha back.
nuff said. XD
-va-
back to my point, it was kinda hard, considering people love to use cutie names and some editted the photo so much their dog barks at it 'cause the dog have no idea that's its master/mistress. hmm...don't take it as an insult, 'cause it's not. i do agree that it is their right and of course if they desire to do so editting to flatter themselves is totally to their own interest and people like me, meaning not-so-beautiful people, have absolutely no stand in criticizing them. those oh-i'm-so-hot-i'm-sizzling photos, go ahead. go get 'em gurl~! mm..*cough*
at least it's better than getting a plastic surgery right? those computer effects, goodness, they can make you look like you just got a nose job and make ur skin look shades fairer. "Computer, computer, on my desk, who's the fairest of them all?" cute. and i know i totally have no right whatsoever to judge those who pop their eyes, pump those lips in the photos. yea yea, those peace sign and shhh...signs. hmm...its fine with me really. *choke on my own saliva*
well. err, i guess if people can't afford real jewellery they can, erm, you know, stick a crown thingy from the clip-arts and put it in their pics. who can blame those people, come'on. diamonds are a girl's best friend, ain't it? even those computer, erm, pixelize ones. Oh yea, and those blinking lights and Japanese words that no one in their friendlist understand, they're totally cool to me. honestly. it's an...an...erm...a culture exchange thingy, isn't it?
Oh and honestly if one looks so bad, or you simply have self esteem so low you can't bear looking at your own photo or to share it with the rest of the world, you can simply google-image one of those famous hotties/honeys/hunks photo and put it in your profile instead. No worries man, we understand. we gotcha back.
nuff said. XD
-va-
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