eyes like sunsets

bought a pair of skinny jeans today! why do i feel like my blood circulation is not thanking me for this?
why does everyone say skinny jeans are soooo comfortable? stretch! stretch! stretch!

my mother is right, i buy too many clothes. resolution 2010: buy good pieces! keep a diary! and your promises! be pretty!




be humanistic! focus on the present and future instead of the past!

my mother also said that my mind is too "closed" but i don't really know, is knowing too much such a good thing?

PERHAPS I AM A FASCIST

the sun rises
the sun sets
i become saddened by the sunset glow
the moon rises
the moon sets
i become dull, too, as life passes by

the sun rises
the sun sets
i become saddened by the sunset glow
the moon rises
the moon falls
and memories of you fade

HAPPY (belated)  BIRTHDAY NICOLETTE
technically over there in singapore i'm still on time \m/

anyway anthea posted this on fb so hello anthea if you read this which you prolly don't but i just wanted to share this with you guise cos like. it makes me feel better abt myself and for all you mg gurlz out thar i'm sure it'll be nice remembering those good old daze with ms kon and her accent

Those of you from MG may remember this from Ms. Kon's morning devotions, but even if you're not from MG, it's a good story nonetheless.

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.

Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots.

Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn’t want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. “He deserves lots of dots,” the wooden people would agree with one another. “He’s not a good wooden person.”

After a while Punchinello believed them. “I’m not a good Wemmick,” he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he’d ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It wasn’t that people didn’t try to give her stickers; it’s just that the stickers didn’t stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn’t stay either. ‘That’s the way I want to be,’thought Punchinello. ‘I don’t want anyone’s marks.’ So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. “It’s easy,” Lucia replied. “every day I go see Eli.”

“Eli?” “Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him.” “Why?” “Why don’t you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He’s there.”

And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. “But he won’t want to see me!” Punchinello cried out. Lucia didn’t hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. “It’s not right,” he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. “I’m not staying here!” and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.

“Punchinello?” The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. “Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you.” Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. “You know my name?” the little Wemmick asked.

“Of course I do. I made you.” Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. “Hmm,” the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. “Looks like you’ve been given some bad marks.” “I didn’t mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.” “Oh, you don’t have to defend yourself to me, child. I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think.” “You don’t?”

No, and you shouldn’t either. Who are they to give stars or dots?
They’re Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn’t matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.”
Punchinello laughed. “Me, special? Why? I can’t walk fast. I can’t jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?”

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. “Because you’re mine. That’s why you matter to me.”
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this–much less his maker. He didn’t know what to say.
“Every day I’ve been hoping you’d come,” Eli explained.
“I came because I met someone who had no marks.”
“I know. She told me about you.”
“Why don’t the stickers stay on her?”
“Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them.”

“What?”
“The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“You will, but it will take time. You’ve got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care.” Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. “Remember,” Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. “You are special because I made you. And I don’t make mistakes.”

Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, “I think he really means it.”
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.

May all your dots fall silently to the ground, for if given by man, they matter only to other men, if given by the Gods, no one questions, the scars that make up our lives. (when given the choice, pass out stars, drop the dots in the trash.)

Max Lucado

and i think it's quite funny how ms kon was tagged and this girlw as like THAT'S NOT THE REAL MS KON but like srsly who even knows???

OMG WTF I HAVE DIMPLES

Sometimes in our relentless effort to find the person we love, we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who love us.  We miss out on so many beautiful things simply because we allow ourselves to be enslaved by our own selfish concerns.

Go for the man/woman of deeds and not for the man/woman of words, for you will find rewarding happiness, not with the man/woman you love but with the man/woman who loves you more.

The best lovers are those capable of loving from a distance far enough to allow the person to grow but never too far to feel the love within your being.

To let go of someone doesn’t mean you have to stop loving; it only means that you allow that person to find his/her own happiness without expecting him/her to come back.  Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart.  Do not let the bitterness take away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you; but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it.

You may find peace in loving someone from a distance not expecting something in return.  But be careful, for this can sustain life but can never give enough room for us to grow.  We can all survive with just beautiful memories of the past, but real peace and happiness come only with open acceptance of what reality is today.

There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves so intensely attracted to that person.  This feeling soon becomes a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions.  The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than just a friendship.  We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer, but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves.  You don’t have to forget someone you love.  What you need to learn is how to accept the verdict of reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself.  Believe me, you would be better off giving that dedication and love to someone more deserving.

Don’t let your heart run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself.  Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well.

Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow.  If you lose love, that doesn’t mean you failed in love.

Cry if you have to, but make sure that tears wash away the hurt and the bitterness that the past has left with you.  Let go of yesterday and love will find its way back to you.  And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime.

There are two ways to live your life: One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

There is no mistake so painful that love cannot forgive, no past so bitter that love cannot accept, and no love so little that we cannot start all over with.

Gap - The Kooks
Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Everything Disappears When You Come Around- Of Montreal
Bruises- Chairlift
Fix You- Coldplay
Lloyd I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken- Camera Obscura
Other Side of The World - KT Tunstall
Not For All The Love In The World- The Thrills
Lonely For Her- Jack's Mannequin
Talk- Coldplay

Requiem for O.M.M - Of Montreal
Silvery Sleds- Army Navy
Judy And The Dream Of Horses- Belle and Sebastian
Ottoman- Vampire Weekend
Suddenly Everything Happens- California Snow Story
Tears For Affairs- Camera Obscura
Warning Sign- Coldplay
Stars and Boulevards- Augustana
Hey Jude- The Beatles
Maps- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Lloyd, I'm Read To Be Heartbroken- Camera Obscura
Walcott- Vampire Weekend


this was on repeat for like the whole of LAST week
regardless these are such kickass songs

HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

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hey, it's pretty fun

8.30 P.M. - 9.30 P.M.
LIGHTS OFF
VOTE EARTH
PEACE!

WHY DO I SOUND SO GAY

I still think Christmas is worse than CNY because at least at CNY you can look stoned and just sit around and eat free food and there's not that much pressure to look like you're occupied with something. (e.g. carving turkey, arranging presents, asking about background music etc)





cannot believe that in less than three weeks i'm going tobe in orientation AGAIN
cannot believe that no one wants to eat prata for supper
cannot believe that i have to do school hw (by do i mean copy)
cannot believe that i have memorised the mark hoppus part of "feeling this" by Blink 182
(this place was never the same again after you came and went etc etc i'm showing off)
cannot believe that pastamania doesn't deliver to bukit timah OR commonwealth AND the minimum order has to be $15
cannot believe i have nothing to wear for cny

If you had never been born, would you mind? maybe not.
Are you a virgin? Yes? No? Maybe?
Do you play an instrument? Guitar, recorder, triangle
Do you have a bf/gf? nope
Are you okay with that? YES! single is jingle! And boys my age are gross!
Have you ever found a song that completely and utterly describes you? yes. That I'm A Bitch song.
Do you watch South Park? SHHH 'yeah!
Halo or COD 4? COD 4! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS.
Do you genuinely like the song Crank Dat by Soulja Boy?Hmm. Yes.
Do you have a younger sibling? No.
Are soccer players 'foot fairies', in your opinion?Hmm. Yes
How old are you? 16
What is your favorite name for a girl? Jacqueline (cos' of Franz)
What sports do you play? Swimming. :)/:(
Have you ever said lol in a real conversation? hahah! Yes. Oh wait.
If you could make a movie, what would the genre be? Quirky and Sad.
Have you ever been alone in a closet with the opposite sex? yes. I think?
Why are therapists bad? Because you're paying them to do stuff that you can do for free!
Have you ever been to pen island? HAHAH! Unlike Cher, I don't know what this question mean.s
Were the previous two questions offensive to you? no
Are your parents together? yes
Do you own a knife of any kind? No. Fruit knife belongs to my mom.
Have you ever hurt your friend in a fit of rage? yes, i believe so
Did you feel sorry afterwards? obv.
Do you own an iPod? hahaha. Yes.
Would you consider this quiz random? Yes, but this is fun. it's like mindless self indulgence.
What color hair do you have? black
Have you ever played World of Warcraft? never.
Do you believe in God? I do.
How would you describe your social status? non-existent.
Do you wear glasses, contacts or neither? glasses
Do kids consider themselves your friends because you were nice to them? No. They hate me.
Are you in any advanced placement classes? No.
Do you enjoy monopoly? When I'm winning
Cats or Dogs? Dogs
Lions or Tigers?Lions
Ligers or Tigons? Ligers OBV!!!!
Would you jump in front of a bullet for someone? Hmm. No.
Who? That doesn't apply right?
Do you have a subscription to Sports Illustrated? HARHAR. No.
What is your favorite color? Green.
Do you like Disturbed? I don't know what that is.
Have you ever gone out with someone other than because you liked them? Probably.
Do you think you are attractive? No.
Have you ever felt an inexplicable urge to have sex with someone? Hmm. :) Yes.
Do your friends like you for who you are? I like to think so.
What is your favorite movie? Right now- The History Boys :)
Snowboarding or skiing? Skiing. More control.
Can you whistle? Yes, without retainers.
Do you know Demetri Martin?no
Have you ever broken a bone?no
Can you sing? I better be able to.
Why is your relationship the way it is? Because I am in denial.
Have you ever fallen asleep in class? yes
Did you know that butter sounds like pancakes if you say it real slow? It doesn't.
Do you feel like a gullible retard now?Yes.
Can you raise one eyebrow? yes!
Have you ever downloaded a virus? Yes.
Lacrosse or Football? Lacrosse!
iPod or Zune? ipod.
How many questions so far had nothing to do with you? I cannot be bothered to count.

(wishes straight from kyoto)

"You know what this is all about, Nick?"

 

"What what's all about?"

 

"It, Nick. What it's all about."

 

"No."

 

"The Beatles."

 

"What about The Beatles?"

 

"They nailed it."

 

"Nailed what?"

 

"Everything."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

Dev takes his arm and puts it right against mine, skin to skin, sweat on sweat, touch on touch. Then he glides his hand into mine and intertwines our fingers.

 

"This," he says. "This is why The Beatles got it."

 

"I'm afraid I'm not following..."

 

"Other bands, it's about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles, they knew what they were doing. You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?"

 

"What?"

 

"'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No.  They wanna hold your hand. That have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every successful love song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding. Trust me.

"'I Wanna Hold Your Hand,'" I repeat.

 

 
HEY SON!

SORRY I'M LATE! BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY! SORRY I COULDN'T BE THERE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!! )))))): SUUPER SADD YOOOO. 

HERE'S TO MORE CRAZY TIMES AND LOUD TALKING AND BIG SMILING AND AND AND HAHAHAHAH NVM
LOVE YA DUDEEE