Friday, March 30, 2007

Lean on me.

Want to get into my head? Try these, for starters.

In times like these,
I wished he were here,
To hold, to comfort;
Just carress me dear.

In times like these,
The tears that pains,
From the heart it came,
Wipe them away,
And not let your feelings sway.

In times like these,
I wished he were here,
To be the one that ceases;
Let the bad disappear,
And not do as they please.

In times like these,
I wished he were here,
To hug, hold tight;
And love unconditionally.

In times like these,
I wished his hand laid on mine,
Making sure I was alright,
Setting
my heart alight.

In times like these,
I wished he were here,
To stare into the night,
And tell me:
"You're a better sight".

In times like these,
I wished he were here,
Not to bring in fear,
Or tell me clear,
What I need and what not,
Because all I needed-
It's just that hand slot.

In times like these,
I wished he were here,
Just so he knows,
That I carry this love alone,
Unable to share them wholly,
The heroin that breaks,
But stands up again,
With nothing else to gain.

In times like these,
I wished I didn't have to be the one,
To hold out a hand,
Instead, a welcoming gesture,
From him to me,
Which says "Lean on me."

That's all I need.
Would you be my steed?

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The night was dark. It was already past midnight. Her heart grew uneasy, and a little wary. What was she to do? The clock was ticking.
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She sat down with her friends. One she loved. Yes, he was one of them. They drank and some ate. But her mind was wondering off. Earlier on, a civil war had aroused. Puzzled, not knowing what she should do, she said nothing.
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By now, she would think that some had seen her frown. She didn't try to hide them, as she couldn't. For once, she felt that she deserved to be unhappy. At times like these, she wished he was there, to hold that cold hand. Ironicly, he was there. But only in her mind, he was able to make that gesture.
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She often questioned. Civil wars come and go. But where does that extra pain come from? Why does it interfere with the rest of her? She soon found her answer, as easily as the questions came. She misses him. She knows he's there but there was naught that could be done. She cried that night. And there he was. But she couldn't lean on him.
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Crying through the night. She wondered, who could have actually read her thoughts there and then. The only answer she came up with is, His truly - The God. There he was sitting beside her. So close as he was, but that was it. She couldn't bring herself to lean on him.
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Lean on him, lean on him, her heart whispered. But she sustained them inside. You can cry on his shoulders, go ahead...go, her heart whispered once more. But she restrained from doing so. She didn't know why, but when she finally got home, all she felt was the emptiness that overwhelmed her mind and soul.
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She needed him to tell her it was alright to cry. Alright to lean on him. Alright to show vulnerabilities. She needed for him to say those magic words, Don't cry. Once again, she felt that pang in her heart. That pang of missing someone's touch, eventhough, there they were, right beside you. His touch.

This was part of her diary. Her every word. At the bottom of the page she wrote "dedicated to you." xo.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Brain freeze

Do you know what will happen to you when you try and attempt this impossibly possible feat?

Times 2 of this. Bigger diameter. Pounds of ice. Oh, and yes, it was orange juice.
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Do'h. You get a brain freeze la, stew-pid.

Just for the sake of updating this boring bloggerin. *Smack*! Who says it's boring?! Who?! Huh? You? *points finger* Come here !

*Bash*

*Mash*
*Trash*
*Dash*
*Crash*
*Slash*
*lash*
*whip!

Piak. Piak. There. You've learnt your lesson now?

*Nods head vigorously*

That's a good dodgie. Now scram!

*Runs of hysterically, banging trees in the way*

Evil laughs.

Puts on a scary face like above ^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^

Shhh... don't tell no one about this. Do you hear?!

*Yes, ma'am. I mean MISS! Miss...miss..mis..s.*

Shows a satisfied grin.

And they say, "violence solves nothing."
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Probably.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Cheeky. Sensual. Romantic. Dinner.

The whole family walked out of the penthouse. They were dressed in many layers of clothes. Underclothes to windbreakers. It was a cold night but they decided to take a stroll down the walk, to the nearby 'Pizza' alfresco dine.
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They laughed and talked as a family and it was probably one of the best moments of her life. She walked hand in hand with him and together they strolled the silent night that were filled with smiles. The strong cool wind blew at them and they felt warm because hand in hand, they were.
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Finally, they reached their destination. It was warmer and livelier. They each took their respective seats and started to look at the menus given. He shared one with her. After placing their order, she went from chilly to cheeky. Playfully, they tried to prank one another, but of course, to no avail :)
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While waiting for the food to be served, he took her pink gloves and refused to give them back. She smiled and tried to reach for them. Though, she wanted to stand up and playfully snatch it, she couldn't as she was embarassed to show her kidish side. But that didn't last long.
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A hungry boyfriend, and a playful girlfriend: together they make quite a racket. He took her gloves and put them over a burning candle. And guess what? He successfully burnt a hole in it.
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He said sorry but she burst out laughing like a kid. Then he joined in the fun too. It was surreal. It was as if, she and him were trapped inside this snowglobe that seemed to keep only fairytales.

*Highlights of the day weren't the food, environment or even the woman who was a beggar(walking back to the penthouse). It was the pink glove and the hole that burnt eternal flames.

"Precious memories like these, will not be forgotten. Even in a lifetime."

Friday, March 23, 2007

Guanno is down ya'll!

Alrite, here's the shiz.
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The shizz is here!
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Alrite, alrite...It's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Happy 18th Birthday Guann0! *cue applause*

The first time I met you, I really thought you looked like a turtle. But you're all grown up now! 18 dude! First off, I want to wish you a very sweet and wild 18 yr :) Praise God even more and bless be. Haha.

You know what! You actually got promoted to a 'prefect' status quicker than me! Man, I would have loved to abuse my prefect powers. (evil laughs). *oh well, must'tha been your outstanding academic results that came quite close to Leen's standard! :p Whaahahaa.. yes, only close. Anyway, school days were never fun without you and Leen fighting over that notebook. Remember, or you just don't want to huh ! x) Lol.

Remember... drawing *censored*. Writting *censored* stuff. Ahahahaha!! Don't want me to reveal? Well, it's best that I've refreshed your memory ;)

Do well in college; live your dreams with music.

I'm glad that you were always a friend: Not judging me for who I am. Thank you for the times you listened to me ramblings and whinnings. Thank you for laughing with me, not at me. You are a true friend.

And I would want to wish you all the best in whatever you do, in life.

Happy Birthday once more Guann0/Andrew ;)


Rocker chic is the new chocolatte.

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!

I could be your girlfriend

Hey! Hey! You! You!

I know that you like me
No way! No way!

No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend


You're so fine

I want you mine
You're so delicious

I think about ya all the time
You're so addictive
Don't you know what I could do to make you feel alright?
(alright alright alright alright)
Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious
Hell yeah

I'm the motherfuckin' princess
I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right
(I'm right I'm right I'm right)

She's like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!


[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!

No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend


Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend

I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
(and again and again and again)
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear

Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don't want to hear you say her name ever again
(And again and again and again!)

She's like so whatever

You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!

No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!

I want to be your girlfriend

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There's no other
So when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger

Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There's no other
So when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?

[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!

No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!

I could be your girlfriend

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend..

The lighter version of the chic ;)

Allure.

She's one rocker chic :)

Love her song, love her and love the new 'girlfriend'. Just plain chic.

Hey, hey, you, you,
Please just go to bed now,
Stop it, stop it,
Stop reading this avril post,
Go now, go now,
I want you right beside me,
Hey, hey, you, you,
Just come and keep it real kewl :)

Haha, stewpid. It's just me crappin random bullshiz. So now, please, without further ado, get some shut eye or you'll become like me- a walking, talking, blogging, cheeky zombie :p Nya-ha-ha-ha. Scared now? Yeah, I figured :P lol, wtf?

Chocolattes is gonna crash the sack ya'll ;)
Don't miss me too much :p
Mwah*mwah.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Tech or crack

She prespired profusely in an air conditioned room. Although she had done this almost all her life; ever since that incident, it has grown more difficult to adapt.
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"Why do I feel the adrenalin pumping and also as if my head has no blood or oxygen?", she thought to herself, unaware that she actually knew the answer.
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"I'm sure that many others feel this way to. I'm sure they feel the anxiety and blood pumping through their delicate brains. Right?", she tried to convince herself.
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She disliked having this feeling. The feeling of not knowing what's installed for her today. What dreadful impact she was about to be pounded upon. The feeling of ignorance and denial mixed.
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It has affected her health. Insomnia was developed. Nightmares roused from the dark side. Worry overcomes her decision making. And just thinking about them, makes her nauseated. She threw up several times due to all the stress. And it wasn't a pretty sight. It was her body, and she couldn't control the side effects. It was really frustrating.
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What was she to do? Broken and fallen, who was she to turn to if not her loved one. Sadly, she couldn't do it. She couldn't face another period of uncertainties and emotions of destruction. So, she carries her burden, all alone.
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And, all she wanted was:
To be able to look at the computer monitor and not shed a tear.

Otanjoubi ni omedetou gozaimasu, okasan.

Just when I thought that my life was over (ooooh, so drama), I found something to laugh about. Even just for the moment, that one hour; it seemed to make me feel a lot better.

*cue inspirational song.

Ahem, so now I'm sure you're all wondering what was that one small gesture that made Sarah happy? I'll let you in on it now.

*cue drumroll.
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It's my Mommie's burfday. Pardon the hardcore spelling error, but that's what it was...I mean is. On this very auspicious 21st of March, I'm glad to announce that my mommie has grown a year younger. (In my eyes. Lol, no I'm not sucking up, so shaddap).

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She is a superwoman. Can you name any other woman that you know who could do all these? Let me list them down for you.

- Cook (scrumptious meals. I remember tw couldn't get his hands off them)
- Bake (forevermore experimenting her kitchen "lab")
- Play badminton, squash, swim and jog.
- Wrestle (Sorry, not with me, but my brother because he's such an ass)
- Work for herself (own business la, stewpid) hahaha.
- Hang clothes
- Fold clothes
- Mop floor
- Vaccum
- Wash clothes and every other chore you can think of.
- Computer savvy
- Do grocery shopping
- Go pasar malam (alone, sadly. Coz most of the time, she goes at the wrong time)
- All the business required skills
- Fly (Drive like a mad woman la, doink)
- Super strength (can carry bigger box than me)
- Laser eye (Hoho, this one you don't wanna see. You can lose your head, literally)
- Rushed home when I accidentaly sent this message while sleeping "I'm in trouble. Please help me."
- Elasticgirl. (In other words, a multi-multi tasker) She can nag at my brother while scolding me and yet cook a delicious meal.

*there are loads more, but it'll just take up too much space. So, that's the summary I'll give you ;)

And there is one of the top 3 things that I admire about her: she can pound chillis. Do you know that is not a freakin easy job? If you don't believe me, one day I'll make you do it =3

It don't matter how old she is (coz I'm not sure also), kidding :p

So what happened @ 0000 hours (in case you're wonderin, it means 12am, no?)? My brother and I actually co-operated for once. We went up like spies hoping that my parents couldn't hear those heavy footsteps, and barged into their room. Tadaa!

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you...
Happy birthday to mommieeee...
*pause*
Happy. Birth. Day. To. YOU.

Then we gave our handmade cards (btw, mine was so much more beautiful hahahaah! tough luck D :p). Yeah, so anyway, after the hoo-haa suprise, we dashed out because mom was starting to read the contents. So we freaked. (Yeah, we wrote some stupid things in there).

All in all, I could only say...

For all the times you:
> nagged at me
> whacked me
> throw words at me
> curse at me
> raised your voice at me
> punished me
> grounded me
> locked me out of the house
> made me finish my food
> made me go for mandarin classes
> made me cry
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forgive you. Haha! Nola. Am I that bad of a daughter. Please :p
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I still<3 you.

Happy Birthday once more mommie :)

Monday, March 19, 2007

It's coming back

"Shhhh..", he said softly.

She started crying. Intense but not hysterical.

"Don't cry darling", he consoled.
"I won't be gone for long", he added.

She paused, trying to catch her breath. She was reduced to sobs. She tried to look normal once again. She really tried.

"You promised me that you'll never leave", she said between sobs.

"But I'm not leaving, baby. I'll always be here with you, for you and together we'll be inseperable", he said.

"But you're leaving. Even for a while, do you know how much it hurts inside? How much I'll miss you, how much I want to call you or how much I'd suffer without your stupid random rants?", she said on the verge of crying once more.

"Shh. Come on dear. You know I love you, and we love each other. You know I'll always be here for you no matter how far I am. If you were ever in danger, I would be the one to rescue you. If you need to talk, I'll always be here; no matter how harsh it may seem", he said with passion.

"But how can you do this to me? How can you think of doing this to me? To us? Don't 'we' matter anymore", she stammered.

*he sighs*

"Baby, believe in me. Do you trust me?", he asked.

"I do", she answered.

"Then stop crying alright babe. Everything will be fine. I promise", he said with a firmness in his voice.

"That's another promise. You better keep 'em or else... or else..."

"Alright baby, say no more", he concluded.

He took her hand in his; wiped away those pure tears and hugged her. She starting sobbing once more, but this time, with a smile.

Time seemed to pass slowly within their embrace.

Then he whispered in her ears "I love you. I will always love you. Don't worry. We'll always be one another's to keep".

She actually felt loved. And happy. And contented. And the euphoria that overwhelmed her. It was as if nothing else could come in between this happiness.

But behind it all, the fates behind the wheel were executing an evil game. A game to destroy this poor girl.

Though, who knows, like he said before: "If you're ever in trouble, I'll be the one there to rescue you".

Will he make the promise happen? Or was it just a word.

*If I really want to continue writting random stories like these, I'll post them up. For now, I'll label this as Chapter I*

Mwuah! Oyasumi :)

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Kotoba

Words that are hurtful.

Words that sounded real, for a second.

Words that blinds the eye.

Words that seem like nothing but mean something.

Words that aren't kept.

Words that are just said for the sake of saying.

Words that show no mercy.

Words that pierces through the eye and into the brain.

Words that are harsh.

Words you have no choice but to come in terms with.

Words that could lift up spirits.

Words that could drown you.

Words that holds nothing of significance.

Words that make you believe.

Words that contradicts.
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Pain is a word.

Loss is a word.

Care is word.

Do is a word.

Deceit is a word.

Trust is a word.

Love is a word.
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Words that comes with thoughts or just plain words?
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Words, words, words... they show no mercy but mercy shows no words.

Tick, tock, tick, tock

When was the last time you screamed out of happiness and joy?

When was the last time, you told your parents that you love them?

When was the last time you offered a hand to a disabled person?

When was the last time, you woke up early just to cook breakfast?

When was the last time you got to make a gift for someone?

When was the last time you actually told someone you loved them from the bottom of your heart?

When was the last time happiness reduced you to tears?

When was the last time you were on the spot?

When was the last time you bought a friend medicine?

When was the last time you lied?

When was the last time you learnt from mistakes and vowed them to never to happen again?

When was the last time you were inspired?

When was the last time that you felt a silent conversation going on with your loved one?

When was the last time you felt awkward?

When was the last time you got betrayed or betrayed someone?

When was the last time you suprised someone with a meal?

When was the last time you woke up with a smile on your face?

When was the last time you felt at peace?

When was the last time you had the best sleep of life?

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The clock is ticking. As the seconds pass by everyday, I only feel not the distance but the bond. Sometimes desires seems so far away; untangible. But you'd never know, just because it's presently not moving towards you. Faith and believe and the love nurtured will come through all the obstacles in between.

Tick tock, tick tock; the time is running out. Would you know that you've been carrying a disease all this while? Would you know that an old friend has passed away on this very day? Would you be able to cope with disappointment, fear and pressure? "Do you feel the burden. Do you feel the pain. Have you been feeling what I felt?"

Dong. Dong. The time has run out. Acting on what's importantly urgent is a higher priority than what is urgently important. I poured out my soul. I tried my best. I confronted the worse and maybe the worse yet to come. I feared the loss. I sacrificed time. But in all sincerity.

I might just pass out and go into a coma tomorrow. I might just die in a car accident tomorrow. I might just regret what hurt I've done to people. I might just disappear. I might.

But the clock's ticking...ticking.

And it never stops.

Tick, tock, tick...tock.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Plagiarism

...or something like that.

Maybe it's a harsher word to use but who cares ;p

I know how that feels, I know I did it before, maybe more than once, and it's really annoying, frustrating, and disgusting.

Much vulgarity you would desire to express but the disdain, is just so overwhelming that, you become speechless. But somehow, it's a laughable matter. You laugh at the people who try to become you, and act as if it was original. Hell yeah, it does much humor for the victim. It's just so stupid and childish.

Flattering as it may be, it may not seem so to the plagiarism-er who did it.

I've not only learnt what I did before was wrong, but feel it as a whole package. Now, I know what emotions get pent up inside. Then again, I'm the kind who doesn't even bother when I feel that it's not worth attending to. So bombs away.

And while dealing with this kind of matters, you must have the right mind set. Contradiction is of no use; it'll backfire. Denial is a cowardly attitude. So make sure you know how to come in terms with the emotion called "disgust".

Though I'm not ranting all these as a general matter. But I think you get the drift. Names shan't be stated as I'm quite reasonable. Lol. Okay topic ends here. Next!

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Too much salt gives me a headache. Blardy salts. They are neccessary seasonings for almost all humans on this planet but yet, I find that too much of them at one period spells "I've had enough salt for a month. Switch to overdoses of sugar, please."

So, what I'm trying to say is; cooking is all about measuring. But, it also has a tinge of passion. That is, if you would like to invent a scrumptious, delicious and mouth watering dish. *drool*

wtf.
what am I bullshitting about here..?
-.-"

Stress out. Peace in. "Panadol can close shop." This is the new painkiller. rawr.

Whoa, actually I have more topics to rant about. But the thing holding me back is that I don't have a solid backup. Cannot la like this. =3 A good debate or opinion should always have solid evidence. So therefore, I shall not post them, until it actually makes sense to me. Haha. This is called "prevention better than cure". wtf. lol

Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe the late nights side effects are kickin up a storm. I shall go before I drag you people in this whirl pool of bloodshed and tears. Yea right. NOT.

Tata :D God bless the people who eat cereals in the morning.
Loves,
chocollate -x0x0-

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Passion

The room brightly litted;
Our spirits lifted,
The words that rang in my ears,
Almost brought me to tears.
Joyful tears, as they were,
The question remains,
Was it sincere?
Anyhow, anyway,
It is but a question, and I chose not to answer,
For I know, it was real.

Did you see the fire burning in his eyes?
Did you see the passion in her eyes?
There is where the love resides,
Longing to hold one another,
But yet, holding back,
Letting the moment...linger.

The lights went out,
It was dark,
But there she could see,
Or so she thought she could,
But actually felt.
Warm, soft and manly,
She knew who it was,
She knew once it started,
There would be no pause.
Entwined in each others embrace,
He would have wanted to stay there forever,
She kissed his cheek;
Stroked his hair,
And saw the love that was once there,
Could it have been?... aroused.

Though for a delicate moment,
Once seen, will be never forgotten.
Remember the words you speak of today,
For it does engrave itself onto her heart.
"I do love you", was all he said.

-x0x0-
<3<3>
Oyasuminasai, anata. Mata ao, assatte...tabun ne.

Monday, March 12, 2007

I want to be an Exorcist

Just because...

1) They're so cool.
2) I get to kick some badass Akuma.
3) I can transform.
4) I would want an eye like Allen.
5) I think the eye is really cool.
6) I want to say this line "Innocence, activate."[..and actually activate somethin]
7) I feel the outfit is kinda cool.
8) The stupid supervisor, Komui-san is ridiculously stupid and dumb but funny -.-
9) Did I mention the eye was kewl?
10) Tincampy is so adorable! :) [it's a golden bird btw]
11) Master Cross is... intelligent in a dumb way :p
12) Allen Walker is, childish but he's the ultimate weapon ya'll! lol
13) Oh! I get to join the Black Order! Sounds damn high tech right ;p

Okay, let's see some proof!

First up, the main character. Atarimai ja. Allen Walker; Cross's apprentice; Exorcist. Not to mention, a worthy sight of the eye.
Look at the eye!

Red and dangerous ;)

"Innocence, hatsudo!"

The golden thing is 'Tincampy' :)

Allen & Lenalee. I hope they end up together ;)

His upgraded eye. Though, I prefer the older one. Maybe this
one will change in the near future ;)

And then, you know there's Lenalee. Komui's sister.
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In both of these episodes, she tries to convince Allen not to go into the cafeteria. Want to know why? Go and watch ;p

Some say she's cute. I say she's lethal! So, it's "Dangerously cute".
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And then, there's the goofy one. Meet Lavi.Yup, one good look at that face, you know he was freakin out :p

Fighting the vamp, ep 21+22.

Dumbass. Oggling at some woman he just met.

Another freaked out face :p Man, u're never serious!
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And finally, meet the lazy, over-protective, obsessive inventor cum supervisor-Komui.
If you're wondering who invented that double octopus hat; you guessed it right. It's komui.

Komui gone stupidly crazed.

Those bunnies, yeah; it's his invention. And take a guess of what they really are. Bombs -.-"
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So there you have it, preview of D.Gray man. I thought it was boring at first but it has a great original storyline. I hope 23 comes out soon :)

It is an anime worthy of the word awesomely awesome! =>

Till I blog again, toodles ;)
13th - 'twas a special day. And a fun day it had been.

*Huggles, Kissles, *private* Hahahaha !! :p nite nite.

Loves,
ChiQaz

Thursday, March 08, 2007

I'm not afraid of death

He, who created the universe.
He, who made us who we are.
He, who developed beliefs.
He, who created emotions.

But, He, wants to kill me. I seriously think so. He hurts me in every single way. So why did He create me? To watch me suffer and gasp for freedom?

I'm seriously not afraid of death. Someone, please come and kill me. I'll welcome you.

Monday, March 05, 2007

What fails and what not.

Words; they fail, me.

Words with actions seems to be so too.

The stabbing pain, after reading a personal note, I pictured the pain vividly inside my head. The questions are trailing along the surface, awaiting for its answers. But none could be heard, therefore answered. Or could it just be, that it was heard, but left to drift on its own? What was once said, were they lies? or just plain white lies to keep another happy.

The short essay written before my face, was something that could have killed me, if not, wounded me deep enough. Was it something I shouldn't have cared about, something I shouldn't have seen, or just something that should've been numb by now? Am I just helping myself to gain a little more sanity, see the reality or is it just plain stupidity?

Words; they will fail me, until one could say them without pretending. I might have lost my mind. Might have seen the fine line. Might have lost a part of me. Might have...

As the days pass by, the words I read, are my painkillers. I read them everyday, just so I don't stab myself anymore. I have failed my integrity, I have failed myself.

But as the pain resides, it all seems clearer. Maybe.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Things I do on sleepless nights

Cam-ho. What else? Read books? *read them all already* Please buy me new ones :( Neway, here's the poser doing poser's poses. *Does that even sound right?

Very random, almost candid pics :p Buat emo.
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Thoughts in a distance.
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Water overdose. *see how much se7en influenced me into wearing my pink cap again! ;p*
(Oh, the memories. The story behind the cap lol!)
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Poser #123456789... shameless -.-
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Sorry la, I was bored. Wait, I wasn't really all bored, I was restless. Couldn't sleep. But part of my boredom would have paid off if you didn't mind these pics. Lolz!! Just say you like them la k. Hahahah :p

Oh, McDonalds suck. Fries too salty, everything is overdosed; from cheese, to the sauce inside. :( What happened to the old times McD! *Protesting*

Nit3rz ;) .::No hugs but kisses only today::. *snicker

Thursday, March 01, 2007

1,2,3,4,5,6...Se7eN :)

Oh se7en, he's so fine.

Such a fine man. Ugh, where to find la you tell me :(

He fits almost all the qualities I want in a man:-
- Gentle but yet manly
- He can freaking dance his sexy ass off
- There is a charm about him
- He's definitely fun!
- Understanding
- Spontaneous!
- Did I mention fun?
- His voice...so endearing. So soft spoken. But there is a sense of authority
in it too!
- He looks mighty fine.
- Dance, dance, dance!
- He has a hip hoppish style but also an elegant gentleman style.
*Oh.My.God*
- His smile can melt me.
- He raps!
- He's oh so flexible.
- Great kisser too from what I've heard. HAHAHAH! :p
- He loves his hair loads.
- He can beatbox! How cool is that :D
- He's kiddish at times but he knows how to treat a lady.
- He's shy.
- Breakdance! Hawt! Pwee-weet!
- He's rugged at times.
- He likes to self-vidcam :)
- He's cute!
- He makes me laugh when I'm down. *If only I knew him*
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Love the way he dresses.
- Oh, he's fine AND he's smooth. How much better can it get?

Okie, nuff words. Let's cut to the chase.

Se7en. Album cover.

He likes the gloves I like :) Though there are many
more colors and designs. Fact is, we both like those gloves!

Did I mention he's cute? :D <3 ur cap ;)

So, so fine. Love the hair. <3<3

Random shot :) Still looks fine.

Aww, you poor darlin. Workin hard and stylin harder :D

He can dance! and I mean seriously *swoon*

Photoshoot =) Different look for his 4th album. Se7olution?

When he was much younger. His first debut period ;)
.::Smile, smile, smile and make my day::.

Somehow he looks girlish here, but still he's fine!

And he has very gentle hands.

Why can't I know someone like you :( Imagine you can make someone so happy, by just appearing on screen or self-caming while you're playing around :) So much joy and fun in what you do and say. I would <3 to dance like you one day. I'm sure it will happen! ;)

Well, just a lil insight on his life so far.

*Choi Dong Wook is his real name.
*He trained under the management agency, YG.
*He can speak Korean, Japanese, English.
*He has performed not only in Korea, but also in the U.S. (L.A, NYC & Washington D.C)
*All of his songs have dance included :)
*He has released 5 albums so far. 4 in Korean &amp; 1 in Jap.

Fighting! ;)