I'm starting to think, maybe it's just another hoodwink.

"Get over yourself girl; not everything is about you."

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In the lines of loving you, the many things I had to sacrifice for your unreasonable nonsense; countless times you apologize, seeking forgiveness, but in the end you couldn't repent.

Now, I ask you again: why am I seeing such painful sights of things that you promised not to let me ever set my eyes on again? "I love you honestly, so let me do the worrying."
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"He pleaded her to stay; bonds by love, and commitment by blood. Each time she slips away, he calls her back, and then the comforts. He's written about her, but does he really mean her, or another person? He made himself hard to read, and he knew she did no wrong. But now, does it matter, that she is crying, and throwing herself submissively unconscious to the blades of hell? What's right, what's wrong and what's credible matters not when there isn't something justifiable in the first place. 'There isn't a case because there isn't anyone who's worthy of judgment, but yourself'."

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Does fairytale love exist?
24th May 08 @ CHCPastor Kevin gave an encouraging talk on love and marriage whose points I agreed on most of the time. It was enlightening and humorous to see how he portrayed the arts of a couple fighting. I am totally convinced today that men and women are dissimilar, but yet it is not enough a reason for any man or woman to not connect.

His sermon showed me hope and granted me free of myself; as I thought not many people understood the authenticity of every committed relationship. My thoughts and many of others don't cross a neutral understanding which made it hard to talk to anyone. Pastor Kevin acted out scenes of couples which were so common and easy to relate to. Looking back at it now, it is funny how we pick on the smallest things to argue about. They say they've matured, but it is indeed childish.

I would love to share this with someone who wants to know what Pastor talked about instead of summarizing it here. It's just too much and wasted to be written but instead if shared through the wonders of our voices and speech, it would be a lesson learned.

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You, speak of rubbish, and selfish matters. You pass your disdain onto others as if it is only you that matters. But you are wrong; because of your narrow mind, and two faced chameleon.
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"She asked for death; Death showed itself."

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私の王子に:

私が愛するかどの位わからない。 私はことを知っている。 今夜、私は一部には、許す。 私は私を私の敵の前に見苦しく立つことを許可するための憎む。 私は明確ではないことのための憎む。 しかし、私はまだそう多くの事のための愛する。 私にあなたおよび私が私達の生命を判断している他の人々なしに住むことができる道を示しなさい。

最も大きい後悔とのそしてまた多分取り替えられる愛する喜びと。

"He came close in an amorous seduction. Against the wall, our sexy drama started."

P.s: Story continuation coming up next.
P.s.s: Any title suggestions for the story?, anyone? :)

Sarcasm so boundless, it terrifies me.


Mock trial @ JPS

It was definitely an experience one should add to their list of "must dos/see". Although, the arguments were flawed, the entertainment was enjoyable. It must have been hard work coming up with a storyline, plot, questions, etc in a month. I was most surprised that the witnesses and accused came in costumes. Oh, and not to mention the judge too.

I'm glad I became a jury (not to mention it gave me some motivation to pay attention to the case being brought forth). I'm sure a real court wouldn't have been humorous at any point but this- it was definitely entertaining.

Good job and well done to attempt the first mock trial of the JPS club :)

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Surprised as I was, I knew it meant nothing, because you just weren't fearful.

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EYAA's award ceremony is coming up and I'm so screwed. To stop or not to stop?

Alter ego ;


"feeling flushed and hot, she begins to wonder..."
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Her flawless cream colored skin brushed against the silk comforter. "Wow, this gentleman must have elegant taste, to afford such comfort." Well, it isn't as if she wasn't one herself. She slept on a King sized, extra soft mattress, with a comforter made from the finest Siamese silk and two maids to attend to her every need. Ironically, who'd have known that she would end up in a place with such similarities, half dressed and lavender scented.

She stood up for the first time ever since she woke up, and placed her feet gracefully on the white marble platform. The cold ground refreshed her senses and she tingled all over her body. It felt as if she had jump into a freezing cold pool.

She looked around and found something odd about it's living premises; no pictures were found anywhere, be it a picture frame or even an artistic piece. Gone, the chance to denude this gentleman's mystery. That aside, her throat thirst for anything that could quench her thirst, and so, she walked to the kitchen. Assuming that this gentleman was a bachelor, the kitchen was well maintained, plus it was spotless unsullied. Everything, everywhere was in tip top condition. That made her even more curious about this man. Who is he and why isn't he here?

While helping herself to a glass of water, she saw a note. It was addressed to her. How did he know my name? It read:

Dear Miss Anelya,

Pardon my lack of etiquette for not formally introducing myself but I had to rush off for an important errand today. I'm terribly sorry that I had to leave you all alone this beautiful morning. You were drunk and collapsed in my arms last night, therefore, I have brought you my humble home. I hope I have not startled you in any way. I would like us to formally introduce ourselves tonight if you do not mind, so feel free to call Edward; he is my butler and will attend to your every need today. Be well, and have a good day. The limo shall be here at 7pm tonight.

P.s: You looked pain painstakingly beautiful when you were flushed and asleep.

Yours sincerely,
Asriel

How bold.

She was falling for this man's boldness and charm. I think I'll meet him tonight. Asriel, what a beautiful name for a man. With her mind imagining what Asriel might be like, she began to feel a soft growl coming from within her stomach. Edward, the butler eh?

Picking up the phone, she dialed the speed number given and a mellow voice answered on the other side.

"Good morning Miss Anelya. I hope you are well this morning. I'm Edward; how may I be of assistance?"

"Yes, good morning Edward. I'd like a fruit platter and a favor. I need a dress for tonight's occasion, if you've been informed. Could you please get a ride ready for me?"

"Definitely, miss. I shall bring your breakfast up immediately. Is there anything else you need?"

"Not at the moment. Thank you very much."

"It is my pleasure, miss. Then, I shall bring the platter up immediately."

The conversation ended. Funny though, it did not sound awkward. This could be the change in my life. This could open a totally unfamiliar chapter in my life. Excitement overwhelmed her, and she was ready to face whatever this man has got up his sleeve. For a moment, she smiled, and her cheeks blushed cherry pink, and for that moment, she was free from the chains of her austere past.

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After CHC's dance practice, I visited Tim at the church and saw something fascinating. This ;

It comes in 3 colors!
Everyone say "wah!"
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Kira, kira ni narimashita! :)
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*Squeals like a small kid*

Unique right?
Sorry la, if it actually existed long before I've known about it. But it was my first time, witnessing such a mouse in action. Awed.

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"He played his classical guitar up on that intense stage. Displaying the wonders of his fingers; he caught my eye and I could only stare in admiration. The vibe unknown as to whether shot at me, was mysterious and heart throbbing. Was it the music, was it the pumped up atmosphere, or was it just a moment of eye contact? Either way, he has left me distracted, and warm."

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Hey there stranger, if you don't mind, I'd like to know you.

If he serenaded me within the depths of his soul, there is no doubt, I would savor the emotions felt, and sob with a smile on my face.
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It's out of control, but I can't it let go. I'm a house of cards in the hurricane; a reckless ride in the pouring rain; he cuts me, and the pain is all I feel.

`bloodstain.

Your actions outspoke your words.


*clears throat*
(Been shouting/laughing/screaming/singing, too much lately :p)

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Before I continue the story (read last post), I'd like to share this :)

These people, they roam the streets. Own it, some people say; terrorize it some others speak of, but do we really know their stories? Tatter clothing, dirty faces, unhealthy addictions, wearied complexions, oppressive exteriors, and unattended sympathies. Yes, they are homeless, poor and unfortunate.

It was a great experience participating in the soup kitchen event, as it opened my eyes to see the environment I've never set eyes upon before. The strict yet carefree culture, mixed with racial diverseness made me understand that not all underprivileged people are harmful. It felt fulfilling and comforting that I could offer my services to those who need them.

Mind you, they have a decent courtesy for saying thanks. These are people who truly appreciate things they are short of.

I could say, conclusively, that it was an achievement, in abundance.
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THIS picture was displayed on purpose to see how refined our kitchen was. I expected our jobs to be more dirty, but hey, who's complaining? :)
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Results of our dutiful fingers scooping freshed cooked HOT rice.
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Our civilized area of distribution.
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Diligently at work. Haha.
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He, who is, the scooper of gravy. His right hand was showered with muscle pain after scooping for over 100 people.
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KL streets; the walk back to the LRT station.
There were 3 policemen walking behind me, and I didn't even notice! Maybe they thought I was smuggling in something. :D (Yeah la, I was smuggling in illegal pads -.-)
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SUBWAY
I have finally, rewarded my taste buds and appetite with this delectable meal!
For RM12.80; this was all worth the moolah. Gawd, it was tastylicious! *drool
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The long and windy and shaky road home.

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Scenic panorama.

Of the one day, that I walked the pavement at the park alone, enjoying the morning sun on my cheeks, and refreshing breeze blown against my body;

You, who know me best, still, would never know what prompt me to snap the dazzling sunlight.
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Calm and collected; these greens represent the sincerity of my heart.
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But then again, even in light, darkness dawns upon her silhouette, bringing confusing inequity at her feet.

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I know I'm a little late but -

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to ALL MUMMYKINS :D
[ red represents hot-ness mmkay *wink ]

May all your daughters/sons/adopted children/relatives give you more massages, shopping sprees, happiness and LESS pain in ass moments :)

xX.

His fingers&lips; I feel the betrayal touching

She first set her eyes on him whilst he was walking back to his hotel. Golden brown hair, enthralling eyes, magisterial sense of presence and a graceful strut. Even as a man, any other males could have easily fallen for this beautiful creature.

The moment she wanted to look away, he gazed at her with a smile and walked towards her. That night, she was slightly drunk, and lonely; needless to say, she was still aware of this man pacing himself towards her. She clutched on her handbag, and cling ed onto a wall nearby. With each step the man took, her heart skipped a beat. What would he want with me? Who is this mysterious person? Am I in danger?

Questions overflowing her mind; she started to waver and couldn't stand upright. Her legs finally gave up on her and she was falling, falling, falling... and then there was a hand. A hand which held her with conviction. Looks like he made it on time. It was strange, really strange, to not feel any menace emitting from this gentleman. She felt safe, and protected, unlike what she was supposed to feel; fear and awkwardness. Then she thought, maybe this is how it all starts. They will look as pure as an angel before they turn over unveiling their dirty true colors.

She blushed, and he beamed. It was as if an introduction was taking place in silence. He let go of her and she looked at him with drowsy eyes. Maybe, just maybe, she had too much to drink and the after effects were taking a heavy toll on her. "Why should I care; it isn't as if I have anyone to go home to..." With that last thought, she collapsed, unable to withstand anymore mind games.

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She awoke to a few periods of churning in her system and ended up throwing up. "Damn hangovers", she said with remorse. She tried to recall what it was that happened before realizing that she wasn't in her own bed, in her home. White sheets, with lavender scents, and dozens of items which would have symbolized a suite fit for a goddess. Shocked and amazed, she thought to herself, "I'm still dressed, but what is this feeling; as though a night of gratification had occurred..."

Flashes of a gentleman;

Feeling flushed, and hot, she begins to wonder.

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to be resumed, awaiting it's next existence on a page yet to be written.