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About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com

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[[I give up!]]

When something's mended, there'll always be cracks. The only way is to break it completely, grind it into powder and then make a new one. It must not remain cracked.

Why should I allow myself to roll around in shit all day long?

31.12.06 7:02 PM

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Misery

Last day of 2006. What do I have to do to make it alright again? How long is this going to take, I was asked today. Shrug.

If you don't know what it's like, stand aside and don't pretend to know what it's like. Let's just put it this way. You're all in denial, you don't know what it's like, you give me politically correct answers. You care not about feelings but about reputations. I'm not so interested in right and wrong, who should be shot for the crime. I'm more interested in how I can make myself hurt less, to be oblivous to whatever's going on around me. To get on with my life properly.

Everytime you ask me for a solution, when is it going to end, why do you think it's happening or anything along those lines, I only have one answer:
I don't know because if I knew, I'd be busy working on it and not sitting here, immersed in so much misery. Why would anyone enjoy feeling miserable?

12:13 AM

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When will the charade end?

Everything's horrible, am going back to my autistic self again. It's not the unwillingness to tell everyone what's going on, it's the inability to do so. It's not the lack of thoughts or emotions but the lack of words to describe them.

The emotional detachment that no one else can feel. The invisible barrier between you and me that I'm feeling while you're talking and laughing to me as per normal. To be unsure of what you're supposed to feel, how you're supposed to react. I laugh and smile anyway.

What do you think clowns really feel? Behind the happy faces and bright coloured clothings?

30.12.06 11:31 PM

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A lovely surprise

I've lost the mood for X mas or New year. It's just not the same anymore. I don't feel like giving out presents, neither do I feel like receiving them and getting excited over them. It's not that I don't like the givers, it's just that I can't seem to get all happy and excited over presents anymore.

When I received Xue's present in the mailbox today, I felt a bit like a kid again. I knew it was a pencil, because she can't be sending me a straw right? But I don't know, I just put off tearing the envelope open, I wanted the excitement to go on a little longer and remember what it's like to be surprised. When I tore open the envelope, I found myself excited over the fact that the pencil has my name on it. I don't really know how it's done, but don't tell me, let it be a mystery forever. :p

The last present that really amused me were my sea monkeys. I like them because no matter what I tell them, they get on with their lives happily, reminding me of the simple fact that life must go on. This cute pencil from xue amused me because I was finding my sharpener to sharpen it when something told me to press the rubber, that's how I found out it was a mechanical pencil. It's telling me that things aren't always what it seems and that you shouldn't believe in something so readily just because it fits perfectly into your narrow little mind.

Anyway, another person that has been giving me surprises yearly is Candice. She'd always send me X mas cards and she's writing more and more into those cards now, maybe cos she can't see my lovely face daily and nag at me. I should plan my next surprise soon, these darlings deserve one good one. :p

29.12.06 11:14 PM

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My Thailand trip

The Gatekeeper is back from her Thailand trip. I meant to update a few days back. But my comp caused a power trip and miraculously, it's working fine now.

Besides buying nearly the whole of Thailand home, I gained new insights. I did not waste food there. Simply because of the stuff I saw there. Every 10 steps you find a beggar, so much so that after a while, you become almost numb to that sight. But there is this beggar I'd never forget. He had both legs amputated and was lying on his belly, his bowl in front of him. He'd push the bowl forward with his hands than crawl after it on his belly. He did this all, in a crowded and dirty marketplace with uneven roads where I found it difficult walking on two legs. He could have just remained outside the marketplace and wait for people to throw a few coins into his bowl. But would anyone notice? As my dad said,
"The worst of all humiliation-to make someone crawl like that for a few cents."

The hotel restaurant was facing this building. Dirty and black, I suppose 10 coats of fresh paint cannot revive the building. The roof top's used for drying their clothes I suppose, since there were like so many laundry stands around. The rusty railings of the roof top were used to hang potted plants. I don't know why they bother about plants when they have nothing to eat, but it could be chilli plants or some other plants they can use for cooking. Anyway, the railings look like they're going to give way any moment, raining potted plants on the pedestrians' heads. Either that or the building might just crumble under the weight of the roof, there were just too many things on the roof!

So while I was enjoying my buffet breakfast, I thought about those people in that run-down building, fretting about their next meal. The beggars on the streets who have no shoes to wear while I bought something like 15 pairs of shoes in 5 days.

If it's of any comfort to you, my parents said it reminded them of their kampung days, when they were poor but happy. I only have one thing to say, they were happy because they didn't know what it is like to live so comfortably in a beautiful house, with more than enough to eat and wear. But if I were to pluck them out of their comfort zone and dump them into that slum like place, I don't think they'd be very happy. I guess you'd only feel the loss if you once owned it. If you had nothing to start with, than you won't know what you're missing out. My mum was silent, still enjoying her breakfast. My dad said he'd still be happy but there was this uncertainty in his voice...

It opened my eyes and I'm proud to be born Singaporean. Because although we're one kiasu nation, who's striving to be a gracious society but whose people litter all over the place and have foreigners cleaning up after us, at least most of us have more than enough to eat and wear. Really, never mind if angmohs laugh at the way we rush for free stuff and lack of table manners. Never mind if we speak Singlish and don't stress on the correct syllable. When I was on the plane and they were giving out some embarkment card to fill in, they had to ask who's Singaporean, 'cos only foreigners need to fill in those cards. I was filled with so much pride for my country when the air steward asked, "do you hold a Singapore passport?" I felt like jumping up and proudly declaring my nationality.

Then at the checkpoint, when someone from customs said, "if you hold a Singapore passport, you can use the machines instead of queuing in front of the custom officer." I looked at the long queue in front of the counters and although they were clearing very quickly, who likes queuing right? So I tried out the new machines and cleared customs in less than 1 minute. Muahahaha I think it's cool, am going to use those machines often now!

But I didn't really like the airline. It was not SQ, some foreign airline, a rather well developed country too. When I asked for more chocs 'cos I flew back on X mas day itself, and it was their X mas gift, they gave me this strange look. A polite look that seemed to say, "never had chocs before." I don't think it's nice to take ONE choc when the air steward said "have SOME chocolates." So when they said "some" I presumed you had to take 2 and above right? Ok, I was being greedy but if you wanted me to take only one, say "have A chocolate" instead.

Geez, it's bad enough they confine their customers to a small space that when the person in front of you leans back fully, your tray of food threatens to fall on you. Now they try to redeem themselves with a few miserable chocolates and when people take more than one, they give you that strange look. The family in front of me with an irritating kid took something like 7 chocs and didn't get the strange look. What does that irritating brat know about fine chocs? Hey, I behaved better than that brat! How come I don't get more chocs than her?! If I had my way, I'd have locked her up in the overhead compartment with the hand luggages so that the rest of us could get some peace. No prizes for guessing, the kid belonged to a Singaporean couple with no guts to slap her to shut her up.

But seriously, I'm still happy with Singapore. Even if I breathe the same air with people who get 7 chocs for misbehaving on an airplane...

28.12.06 3:17 PM

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Surprise Xue!

I'd never forget the look on Xue's face yesterday, she was honestly surprised by our belated birthday celebration. It all started with Candice and Jo forgetting her b'day so they wanted to surprise her. The idea was just to get the cake and shut up. But how can you call it a surprise?

Anyway, I decided to dump the cake with the counter staff and told them to bring it out when we ask for it. Who's to know that they'll have a whole group of people singing Happy birthday and we were sitted right smack in the middle of the restaurant. Xue's face went for confusion to surprise to glee. Felt like crying when I saw her face, it's been a long time since I planned a surprise like this and watched the reaction. It used to be my full time job.

So yea, the pizza hut staff were cool too. They were the ones who were singing so loudly. Maybe if they'd depended on us, we might just go, "yea, hehe, Happy b'day Xue. "

20.12.06 12:20 AM

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do we dare cross that line, between your heart and mine?

The title came from a song. I stumbled upon it while checking out some webpage. Now I kinda of like it, don't you think it's so suitable for a wet and rainy day like today?

What if I told you what if I said that I love you
How would you feel what would you think
What would we do
Do we dare to cross that line between your heart and mine
Or would I lose a friend or find a love that would never end
What if I said...

18.12.06 12:15 PM

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yet another day

What's the world coming to?! There are very few people who can make me laugh by saying something smart, I mean something REALLY smart. Very few people who can make me think about what they'd just said.

When you feel like giving up, just remember all the reasons why you held on to begin with.

Do they still exist anyway? All of them?

12:15 PM

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What's the world coming to?!

17th Dec 2006
I realised the nation is short of babies. But still, there is no need for little kids, still undergoing puberty to be preparing for parenthood. Like the guy's voice is still high and squeaky, the girl's boobs look like little longans and they're out hugging and kissing one another.

I know kids these days mature a lot faster, but why go into relationships when you're physically, mentally and emotionally not ready? Why don't you enjoy your teenage years properly, develop into emotionally stable people before attempting to love another person?

I think it's just another tragedy waiting to happen. I'm hoping not to see "Baby flushed down toilet bowl" again. Just so sad that this child has to be sacrificed because of his/her parents selfish deeds.

17.12.06 8:55 PM

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ahhh

Headache. Am tired. The best kind of friends are those that accept you for who you are and allow you to speak your mind. You feel comfortable around them, with no fear of being judged. Such are the friends I'm afraid to lose.

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

I guess the above is good enough reason to explain why sometimes we lose people "for no good reason."

16.12.06 10:24 PM

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emo

Feeling kinda of emo recently. I've been holding back so many things, now I feel like I should open up a bit more. It'll be really unfair and unbalanced if people are opening up and I remain clamed up. What do I want?

Words are failing me. I wish someone would just invent a mind reading machine to process my thoughts and find the correct words for them. Whatever happened to my eloquence? Whatever happened to my ability to accurately describe what I'm feeling exactly?

I'm standing here shouting, hoping someone would hear my muffled cries for help. From your confused faces, I gather that no one can hear.

15.12.06 11:12 PM

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Arrgh! The ridiculous things women do

Why the hell do we need to pay over $80 for a bra?! Yes, why pay so much for a bra when no one can see it anyway? Well, if you wanna walk around without a blouse, no one will stop you, I suppose.

Sorry, I never saw the stupid logic. Ok, some push your breasts and make them look prettier. But what about the rest? Some are paying for the brand, or the pretty designs. No one's going to see the stupid design!!!

The next time you see someone walking around without a shirt, know that it's us. :p

8:26 PM

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Learn to thank

I didn't want to post today. But seriously, learn to thank. How many times do you see parents smack their children because the kid was trying to help but made a mess instead.

I mean what the fuck was the parent even thinking? Do they have any idea how much damage they've done by that simple act? Is helping wrong? Yes, the idiot made a mistake, but if the idiot's not helpful enough, why would he/she give a fuck? If you have the good cheek to scold a child for helping, out of his own free will, then don't go around demanding that the child help out with household chores.

People make mistakes and must learn from them. Is it wrong to make mistakes? Is it wrong to be imperfect? No. So why punish an imperfect child?

So I rejoice in the fact that the child would've learnt, "I'm an idiot, I can't do a simple thing properly. My mummy is a genius because she seems to know everything. If she knows everything, I should just let her work to death." Congratulations, you've proven beyond reasonable doubt that your child is an idiot, worse than a pig and you, the genius must live for all eternity so that you can look after him/her.

And the next time you decide to compare kids, just remember that they could well be comparing parents. Your kids pick up everything from you. If Mummy the genius compares people, then comparing people must be right, so it's only right that the kid learns how to compare, and do a damn good job.

14.12.06 8:56 PM

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I don't have a proper post today. What I really wanted to write is very private and will never ever be posted or mentioned. Those who needs to know will know.

13.12.06 9:15 PM

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12 more days to X mas...

12 more days to X mas. I guess if either one of them's still here I won't be in such a state today. Then looking back, I don't think I'm in such a bad state after all. I will survive all of it and come out a stronger person.

We can moan and groan away. What's important is that we come out of it all, stronger than ever, determined to bomb the next person who makes our life hell up with a nuclear bomb. If that's not enough, we'll throw knives, daggers, chairs and whatever else we can find in their direction. We will make them regret even coming into the world and crossing our paths.

Recently, I've been doing a lot of thinking, hence the more serious look. I really feel very lucky. Sometimes, when I look around me, I'd be thinking that I've got more/bigger problems than others. But when I look deeper, I see that it's because I've got so much more love and support. I ought to be thankful for them.

I've just decided to try blogging everyday. This will probably reduce the stress level of the people who have to hear me moan and groan about life. Hopefully, it'll free up my ears a bit more so I listen more.

12.12.06 11:00 PM

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Ironic isn't it?

When a girl's in love, she becomes prettier. When she's prettier, more people like her, when more people like her, she gets prettier and happier because she gets more to choose from. When she has so many to choose from, she becomes a more confident and lovable person. And it all started from one person. The joker who made her prettier in the first place.

But by then, the joker who made her prettier in the first place starts losing confidence in himself and his ability to make her the best she can be. And do you think the girl cares if she has so many others to choose from? It's like going on Prozac. One of the side effects is weight gain. Now, if you're a stick thin person who could do with some weight gain, of course you'll be happy with the weight gain. Then you're gaining more weight than you should, pimples are popping out all over your face, do you think you'd still be happy?

A girl in love's prettier than usual but what's the stupid point if the intended party does not notice and she attracts a whole lot of houseflies instead? Oh the irony of life...

11.12.06 10:25 PM

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Zombie like state

I don't really know what to say. I'm really tired, really tired. Dragged myself to school and back home.

Have you ever hurt so much, you don't really know what to do. Outside is this subdued, calm look while inside you're really screaming for help.Like you're being smothered, deprived of fresh air.

I need chocolates and ice cream now. I need a big warm hug. I need to take my mind off things. But all in all, I think sleep's most important, because all things are possible when you're in lala land.

9:27 PM

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hmmm

10th Dec 2006
Back from my outing, the sea breeze did a bit of good. It was not much of a scenary but still...

I kinda of enjoyed sitting there, letting the breeze blow away my troubles. I typed these in my hp. "The sea, no matter how violent is giving me some form of comfort and solace now. All things come from God, why do some offer comfort while others hurt?"

You know why I like working with kids? 'cos they seem to be able to detect your sadness and give you a hug when you need one. Ok, the way I looked and behaved today, only an idiot would say I'm happy. But the difference between their hug and others is that... You may be a stranger to them, but it doesn't really matter, you still can find comfort, love and warmth from them.

I don't need to be judged but to be loved. Why does it matter how I decide to deal with things? I wish I could cry without scaring anyone, to be left alone. Today when I sat in the warm afternoon sun for a while, its heat comforted me a bit. It was almost as if someone was sitting close to you and you're feeling his body heat. And frankly, that's enough. To walk away from things knowing that at least you're not alone.

10.12.06 7:16 PM

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Woke up on the wrong side of the bed again. Actually, I woke up hearing things I don't wanna hear. I went back to bed, trying to escape reality. My mom woke me up to face reality. I don't think all of you get it. I wanna hide my head in the sand like the ostrich.

Silence. Speaks volumes of what I'm actually feeling inside. "What's wrong?" you're asking me what's wrong?? Hahaha "nothing" would be my reply. I'm not lying. What's so wrong about it? It's been my life for the last I-dont-know-how-many-years.

What do you want me to do? Would it be better if I go around looking like crap, looking so sorrowful, giving you that pitiful look? Would everyone prefer that? I laugh not because I'm really happy, it's because people cope with that better than crying. To cry in front of the world requires some courage, because I feel you'd be judged. Even those who do not judge and try to comfort, sometimes, it doesn't really help. But why I walk away happy is 'cos I walked away knowing someone cares enough.

I have to go now. Smile and the world would smile back at you. Hopefully, I can smile beautifully enough. :p

12:34 PM

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The lady at the hawker center

The lady at the hawker centre pissed me off and destroyed my dinner. She obviously doesn't know me. It all started because we forgot to bring our wallets down for dinner. Minutes before the food arrived, we realised that. My sister ran all the way upstairs to get money. When the lady came, I wanted to tell her to add on to my order and explain the situation nicely to her. She kept going "$6" in Mandarin. I told her, "ok, I want to add on to my order." She said, "ok, then like that will be $6.50" I said ok and wanted to explain the situation to her. She kept telling me it's $6.50 and refused to budge to go get my extra order. Irritated, I told her, "ok, my sister has the money and she's not here yet." Only then did she move.

I caught her standing at her stall with my order and looking in my direction. Anyway, I didn't start eating. I just sat there waiting for her to come with the food. She just kept looking and looking and refusing to budge. She didn't even care that I was staring back at her. I was already cursing under my breath and fuming with anger. What the hell is wrong with her? She think I cannot pay or what? It's only when my sister appeared that she delivered my food. Even the way she collected my money just shows how kiasu she is. She practically grabbed the note from me after muttering "$6.50!"

I was sitting right in front of the shop. If I don't intend to pay, would I sit right in front of the shop for you to watch me run away? I'm quite a regular customer there, obviously she must be a small fry, which is why she doesn't know me. Go ask her boss if he knows me.

The bottom line is, my dad was there. I suppose if it had been my mom she wouldn't stare too hard. Yea ok, maybe if my dad had dyed his hair like I asked him too and worn a coat and tie with 20 bodyguards surrounding us she wouldn't stare so hard. Just because he's of a different colour doesn't mean he can't pay.

And before you criticise me, just remember that half of me is Chinese. Try being me and you'll know what it's like, being ostracised by your own kind. Try facing your relatives and hear them criticise half of you. Try not fitting in anywhere. I think you shouldn't criticise another race/culture if you don't know what it's like being someone from that race/culture. You like your own race? Good for you. I like mine too, even if it's complicated. So to all those who love judging others based on race, you really should consider stopping. It's not a nice feeling, esp since SG is a multi-racial country and the people you criticise might understand your language.

9.12.06 3:00 PM

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Geez!

Am not really in the mood to blog. Because of the free Starbucks coffee I got, I couldn't sleep until 1.30 a.m. Woke up about 6 a.m. from a nightmare. It wasn't a nightmare of a monster chasing me or any of those childish nightmares. I'd say the person's facial expression scared me a bit.

All I want to do is sit around and stone. I realised I'm not too abnormal after all. For me, if you don't like me, it's your loss. Too bad for you if you don't know me well enough to like me. Seriously, why do I care if you want your stupid hair like some Afro monkey? Don't make use of MY friends to get that stupid Afro look of yours.

I seriously cannot stand some people's face. Do they have the characteristics that I couldn't overcome and regard as weaknesses? I don't know. Maybe 'cos I never had my hair in that Afro style before. Maybe when I was younger, all I wanted was that hairdo and my mother thought it was unhygienic to not wash your hair for days so she didn't let me do it. I grew up unbalanced 'cos I couldn't get the Afro hairdo and hated everyone who had that hairdo. In the end, I'd marry a guy with that hairdo, even though he has a pot belly, is ugly and has stinky hair. That is, if I follow Freud's theory.

Back to why I cannot stand some people's face. I seriously don't know. It's not that I cannot get along with people who're different from me. My best friends do not always agree with me, we have our differences but we still get along. Esp some people who can disagree with me and risk getting their head chewed off. Seriously, I don't tear people apart because they don't think like me. I also don't grind their bones just because they don't agree with me. Neither do I mash their brains if they tell me they don't agree with me and want me to look at things from their point of view. I look like I might, but I DON'T!

For me, I'm not really concerned if a bunch of strangers like me. If you don't like me, you gotta remember this. "If I don't like her, it's probably mutual." Yea, chant this 50 times a day so you'd get it through your thick skull!

I'm very irritated now, please come back another day for a more polite post. Ok, I'm really trying to be polite, if you're smart, you'd arm yourself and back off slowly. :p

8.12.06 9:43 PM

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It would kill me if I lost your friendship

Interesting day. Got free Starbucks coffee. Not really free, had to donate something but it's much lesser than what you'd pay for on a normal day.

There was this weird fella on the train today. He scared me a bit. He was just weird, I didn't know if ignoring him was better or laughing was better.

The best part of the day was this interesting tutorial I had. Sort of like a therapy. The logic was that you need to be self aware and willing to open up before you can get people to open up. I suppose I was one of the girls that didn't cry. I don't think it's because I was unfeeling, it's just that I don't like crying in front of everyone. It's not because I cannot show my real character, what I'm really feeling inside. I've done it before and really felt better. Today's session was very rewarding, I really wanted an opportunity to clear things up with my group, to apologise sincerely for making their lives miserable for a whole 1.5 semester.

I also got the chance to thank the people who's been taking all my crap. I mean a lot of it. I'm really grateful for this bunch of friends, accepting and tolerant. They spoil me a lot...

I wish everyone I ever knew was there. Looking back, I just feel like an asshole sometimes. It seemed like all I ever did was to hurt and hurt more.

You're a very good listener and sometimes, I feel terrible putting you through all these. If anything, I don't think I've shown you enough appreciation for the stuff you've done, for the times you've been there and the support you've given me. It's not that I don't know what you've been doing but the very last thing I want for you is to be stifled by me. I know I tend to over protect the people I love and care for and it's going to be suffocating after some time. I wanted to give you space, I might have given you too much space it seems like I don't care.

When people laugh and smile, it might not be because it's funny. It might be because it hurts too much to talk about it seriously. I don't know when this charade's going to end.

7.12.06 9:17 PM

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Lost

I can't really describe what I'm feeling at the moment. It's just that, recently a lot of old memories, fond or otherwise come flooding back. Look back now, I've made a lot of stupid mistakes. Would I do anything differently if I could? Frankly, I don't know. After all, I wouldn't be me if not for those mistakes. I would have missed out on a lot, A LOT...

I'm sitting here while the music's just playing away. I really don't feel like thinking, 'cos I feel like going on one day, in my own little world. I don't feel like thinking when talking to people, but how many people can take it when I just talk without thinking? How many people would feel like they've just been snubbed if I don't say hi or smile at them along the corridors?

Sometimes, I feel like I've been taking you for granted. You'd be there to take my nonsense, so much so that sometimes, I take everything for granted. I only see what's not done and not what has been done. Haha what took me so long to realise? Let's just say, the lecture the other day brought me out of denial. I'd tell you if I could, but by the time I could, I'd probably have other random things to blabber about, so I might just forget about it. But whatever, you know how many lives you've saved just by taking my crap right?

6.12.06 9:49 PM

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What is love anyway?

Are we in love with the idea of being in love or the person we supposedly love? I am an emotional girl who grew up listening to "happily ever after" stories. When I was younger, all I wanted to be was some princess in some lala castle, waiting for her knight in shining armour. That idea still exists to some extent.

I don't want to be a princess in lala castle anymore. But neither do I expect to see mind games in love. I dream of the ideal relationship where boy meets girl and lives happily ever after. Instead of a couple madly in love, I'm seeing mind games and power struggles.

Love become very stifling when we love and are afraid to lose. Instead of giving the other person the happy feeling he/she is supposed to get, you make them feel suffocated. Loving someone means giving them their happiness, even if you're not part of it. Love and let yourself be loved too, you can only be loved if you LET someone love you.

5.12.06 11:05 PM

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My new blog

Geez! I'm finally done with the layout. Why am I changing blogs? ~sighs~ Multiply does not have pretty skins like these...

BTW, layout was done by someone else, I replaced the pic, tweaked with the font style and positions a bit. I love the look of this, it'll be here for some time. Tata for now! :)

4.12.06 8:48 PM

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