IM BORED.

Don't you agree that blogging can be so boring sometimes?
GAH.
Then why bother updating?



CAUSE IM BORED.

DEAR BABYMAN

I love you hubby:]

My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah

another shot of kk

another shot of kk.

(retarded)

beautiful kk
(finally the GIF work)

do we look alike?

fuck it fuck it fuck it.
godamnit.
life sucks.

LALALA.
Im boreeeeeed.
I seriously need to start planning on my holidays.
ASAP!

oh shit i just realised.
there's lots of memories i had with this blog.
damnit.
why did i actually moved in the first place?
oh yeah cause to me uploading pictures here sucks.

but oh well.
at least i dont need to upload pictures here.
i can just do it in xanga.
but still that can't stop me from using blogspot right?

new skin people:]

xanga

I HAVE MOVED.
goodbye blogspot.

clickhereclickhereclickhere

I'm thinking of quitting blogspot and go with my livejournal.
I'll link you when i exist again.
(cause for now i don't.)

i cant live without you.

i feel so shitty now.

have you ever felt like everything is just so wrong in your life right now?i'm in that shit.

Happy Idulfitri.

So raya was a couple days back.
Hectic i tell you.
It's been a while since i've blogged anyways.
Ever since exams, i got busy and now i've gotten lazy to update. HAHA.

Well, had my open house on sunday.
Aarieff, Luke, Meera, Ann, Ralph, Raul, Chong and Chyna came over.
We had gazillions of fun.

Went over to Ameera's place on Monday and Chong came over at Tuesday.
Got invited to Farah's house this saturday.
Busy schedule? Nah. Not one bit.

So yeah. Just wanna update on that one.
And now picture time!

Nobody wants to admit this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that's because it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone's ear and it all comes out wrong in the end.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

PMR'S FRIGGIN OVER

PMRS OVERRR BITCH!
Let's go celebrate.

PMS

PMR's a week away.
GAH.
Cant't wait for freedom.

HUHOHSNALlkhlhIHO: Love.

&& i'll be waiting for that day.
The day you promised me you'll be my
foreverly prince charming:]

you're crazy; && you're beautiful

You can be anywhere where when your life begins.
You meet the right person and anything is possible.
The future opens up in front of you.
And you may not even realize it at first, but it's already happening.
When it's real.
When it's right.
Don't let anything stand in your way.
There are millions of people in this world.
But in the end, it all comes down to one.

is love over rated?

So anyways, i haven't been updating. I've noticed.
There are alot of things that has been happening lately.
I just got too lazy:D

installation pictures

he's
my friend .
my lover .
my world.
my everything.

PMR sucks.

i've just got this terrific idea!:D

Is this right?

I hate that i love you so much.
I wish i didn't.
Maybe that's the right thing.
To just take things how it is.
To not let our hopes too high,
And not every word that is said.

I have never felt that before.
In my whole entire life.
You made me feel that way.
A part of me, can't take that.
Can't take the fact on what just happened last night.

Maybe what we have landed ourselves in this situation is for the best.
For now.




Now i know.

i have this awesome secret i wanna share with you but not now:D

birthday girl

i'll update more on my birthday later.



he gave me that teddy:]
i think i'll call it babybaby.

SISTERHOOD

Hey, it's me, Bailey. You don't have to use this in your movie or anything, although now that I think of it, fainting in Wallman's does kind of qualify me as a loser. But then again, wearing a price sticker on your forehead probably makes you one, too. Ya know, I don't know, Tibby, maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us, ya know? Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things like wearing these pants or getting to a new level of Dragon's Lair - making those count for more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it... and that's all we can ask for.

In this life, family is the most precious gift we are given, the most sacred. Turn your back on them and that is when you truly have nothing.

Kostos: Some people show off their beauty because they want the world to see it. Others try to hide their beauty because they want the world to see something else.
Lena: And what do you see?
Kostos: Everything.

Lena: [in her letter, after Kostas accuses her of being afraid to love him] He's right, Car. I am afraid. There's a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don't understand why. Maybe that's what strikes me most about Kostas: that despite everything he's suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I've never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love... while I, who have lost nothing, am not.

presenting..

SISTERHOOD

It would be easy to say that the pants changed everything that summer. But looking back now I feel like our lives changed because they had to, and that the real magic of the pants was in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again. Some things never would be. But we know now that no matter how far we traveled on our own separate paths... Somehow we would always find out way back to each other. And with that, we could get through anything. To us. Who we were, and who we are. And who we'll be. To the pants. And the sisterhood. And this moment, and the rest of our lives. Together and apart.

fuck yourself up you fuggly mean makes no sense bitch.

i have to be honest.
i wasn't ready for trials. not at all.
and pmr is drawing NEARER.
concluding to 59 more days!

and as for that *oh-i-think-i'm-so-hot-so-bow-down-to-me* girl,
pfft, you seriously need a life woman.
its you who loses in the end.
and i'm not gonna waste my time being all immature.
so get a hold of your vagina bitch.

oh by the way, thank god i don't speak like you do, cause what the hell are you talking fuck ass?
WE DO NOT SPEAK PYLAKS HERE.
you and your "jo" crap shit.
if you're seriously thinking of becoming one,be one don't act one.
it ruins your whole IM-SO-HOT image.

a walk to remember

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

a walk to remember

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Prologue

When i was 17, my life changed forever.
I know that there are people who wonder about me when i say this. They look at me strangely as if trying to fathom what could have happened back then. though i seldom bother to explain. Because I've lived here for most of my life, I don't feel that i have to unless it's on my terms, and that would take more time than most people are willing to give me. My story can't be summed up in two or three sentences; it can't be packaged into something neat and simple that people would immediately understand. Despite the passage of forty years, the people still living here who knew me that year accept my lack of explanation without question. My story in some ways is their story because it was something that all of us lived through.

It was I, however who was closest to it.
I'm 57 years old, but even now i can remember everything from that year, down to the smallest details. I relive that year often in my mind, bringing it back to life, and i realize that when i do, i always feel a strange combination of sadness and joy. There are moments when i wish i could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but i have the feeling that if i did, the joy would be gone as well. So i take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever i can. This happens more than i let on.

It is April 12, in the last year before the millennium, and as i leave my house, i glanced around. The sky is overcast and gray but as i moved down the street, i noticed that the woods and azaleas are blooming. I zip my jacket just a little. The temperature is cool, though i know it's only a matter of weeks before it will settle into something comfortable and the gray skies give away to the kind of days that makes North Carolina one of the most beautiful places in the world.

With a sigh, i feel it all coming back to me as i close my eyes and the years begin to move in reverse, slowly ticking backward, like the hands of a clock rotating the wrong direction. As if through someone else's eyes, i watch myself grow younger; i see my hair changing from gray to brown, i feel the wrinkles around my eyes begin to smooth, my arms and legs grow sinewy. Lessons i've learned with age grow dimmer, and my innocence returns as that eventful year approaches.

Then, like me, the world begins to change: roads narrow and some become gravel, suburban sprawl has been replaced with farmland, downtown streets teem with people, looking in windows as they pass Sweeney's bakery and Palka's meat shop. Men wear hats, women wear dresses. At the courthouse up the street, the bell tower rings..

I open my eyes and pause. I am standing outside the Baptist church and when i sate at the grable, I know exactly who i am.

My name is Landon Carter, and i'm seventeen years old.

This is my story; I promise to lave nothing out.

First you will smile, and then you will cry- don't say you haven't been warned.

pmr

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could things get anymore pressuring?

spent my early morning in sutera's gym and tennis court.
made friends with this dude who works in the gym.
haha. he's sweet.

thank god some inspiration came along and i even had my parents giving out their opinions on my designs!heh. elaine told me a few things on swishmax. i would be google-ing tutorials on handling the software any sooner.

didn't had time to even read a word from the book "a walk to remember" and i haven't picked up my deathly shallows book.ralph had his yesterday.dang that guy.

so yeah, didn't get to do any shopping but i attended dinner just now.
evan's one month old. nigel and kimmie was there. so was abigail.

so yeah, hey it's getting late.i better turn in soon. i need to call my one and only again:P :D

goodnight bitches.

sylvia orly is innocent.

ellen was the whole bad person.
i've finally finished pretty little devils yesterday.
an extraordinary book i must say.

sarah cut her hair.
its very spunky looking and hot.

christines daydreaming of carradine the whole time
i'm not sure if its a double r or just a single.

debra is hopelessly in love with adam.

michelle is ever the same.

iris and anna are such dears.

jeshi is getting all crazier every second.

last but not least, chong sleeping in class.

ahahah:D


my day so far today was very static.
i've been spending my whole time surfing the net looking up materials and inspiration.
yes sad to say i had none.
had dinner late cause mummy was too tired to cook so i had to order pizza.

anyways,its 11.07 and i wanna read a few pages of a walk to remember before sleeping.
maybe one of these days, i'll post up a part of the prologue i love best.

goodnight bitches

dont you agree?

the first cut is indeed the deepest.

miss nugget

it was right in front of my eyes.
took me a hell of a time to realize i've been wasting my time.
shit.

now i'm taking the plunge to stop.
yes no more those tuesday nights and thursday afternoons.
i see no point.
there was never a point.
it was always just for him.
whatever.

sometimes, i find myself thanking his mom and teacher for doing it.
otherwise, i may not be where i am now.
but where i am now is also a total shit hole.
"to chase your dreams, sometimes you got to sacrifice those things you love most".

i'm still deciding though.
but i can say 60% i'm sticking to what i've decided.

PLD.

my weekend:]
watched harry potter last night and trials are seriously coming near.
have you ever heard "so much to do,so little time"?
yes,i know its cliche. but i'm feeling it you know.

its rather disturbing. yes it.but whatever. i took this path and i'm not gonna regret it.
he's not gonna make me regret. it was the past. i wanted this. i'm over it a long time ago. so why the fuss now?

i'm hooked up with PLDS. seriously. thanks to sarah though! hweh. anyways, i better start searching for the perfect sample to show teacher anna. later babes.

PLDS

penny and me

it feels much better blogging with this personal notebook than the not private computer.

so today, nothing much happened. had the whole prefect rehearsal thing going on just now till 3. i've put anna in with me to help out with the whole competition thing. was planning to go out to starbucks this sunday with teacher gary and anna but teacher anna said it would be a problem for her and her car. so it all changed to penampangs library. i didn't really mind cause i wanted to check out susan jeffers books. i saw tracy reading it the other day and it's marvelous! if all else goes well, i'll be buying it online with MPH (my favourite bookstore).

alas the old cranky who wants me to rock out beruk,classical,romantic,modern type of songs is going away!embrace!i'm such a evil girl. oh whatever. i never wanted to continue studying there anyways. my whole plan was to continue with teacher yong over at her house after she resigned. but no, as usual parents.

jamilah's coming. yes i asked for a one hour lesson. gah.

trial's coming. whoodeedoo. oh well. i dont feel like updating about anything anymore.
i'll continue later. chao

start of something new

had tetanus jab today.
skipped basketball. (not intentionally. it was raining)

i need to start on the whole school competition thing.
i need to submit end of this month.
and i haven't started on a thing.
shit.

mr. lim's tonight.
another extra class this saturday
dang.
i need a go out time.

i love ryan:)

that so called charity run

7k was fun. at least better than last years.
debbies birthday was retarded but memorable!

debbies birthday
so yeah, it was held nearby magellan opposite the beach.
qay,adam chong, adams, becky, everyone was there except luke.
so, after debbie wished, we played smacking cakes on faces.
hahaha.
we were all running like ants.

me and birthday girl:D

shi shi and mo:D

debbie jiwaaang

nice view eh?

she's my lover.


with serr's hoodies.


i am loved.


this is what you get when serr + rachel

me and her.

my attempt to kiss her.


deb smacking qayyum


raul dead.


before the run


after the run


keshia and fays asses.


kissy wissy


loved!


peace people


with fay and jude


piggy ride.


with the australian dudes.

more pictures later:)