You know something is wrong with your hands when you hold the PS2 controller and it spoils; you hold the remote control and it spoils; you can see sweat droplets forming on your hands; you hold your phone and water drips from the cover.
DAmn this palmer hyperhydrosis.~.~
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
another one.
you know something is wrong with the tray you're holding when the $4.30 Deliciously Scrumciously Aromatically Beautifully made Koi Vanila Milk Bubble Tea drops off from your mc'donalds' tray.
Oh no I'm getting into the you know something is wrong syndrome again...
You know something is wrong with that guy when you dribble the ball away from him, and he tackles you with his blubber, causing you to strain your tigh. It's not a joke, he whose name starts with a J and ends with orim.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
"WHAT EACH KISS MEANS"
- Kiss on the Forehead: We're cute together .
- Kiss on the Cheek: We're friends.
- Kiss on the Hand: I adore you.
- Kiss on the Neck: I want you, now.
- Kiss on the Shoulder: Your perfect.
- Kiss on the Lips: I LOVE YOU...
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WHAT EACH GESTURE MEANS:
- Holding Hands: We definitely like each other.
- Holding you tight pressed against each other: I want you.
- Looking into each other's Eyes: I like you, for who you are.
- Playing with Hair: Let's fool around.
- Arms around the Waist: I like you too much to let go.
- Laughing while Kissing: I am completely comfortable with you.
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ADVICE:
- If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you're definitely
in Love.
- Kiss on the Forehead: We're cute together .
- Kiss on the Cheek: We're friends.
- Kiss on the Hand: I adore you.
- Kiss on the Neck: I want you, now.
- Kiss on the Shoulder: Your perfect.
- Kiss on the Lips: I LOVE YOU...
____________________________________________________
WHAT EACH GESTURE MEANS:
- Holding Hands: We definitely like each other.
- Holding you tight pressed against each other: I want you.
- Looking into each other's Eyes: I like you, for who you are.
- Playing with Hair: Let's fool around.
- Arms around the Waist: I like you too much to let go.
- Laughing while Kissing: I am completely comfortable with you.
____________________________________________________
ADVICE:
- If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you're definitely
in Love.
diary of her
sec 1
As I sat there in in class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
sec 2
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one stay home movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
sec 4
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in sec 1, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
As I sat there in in class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
sec 2
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one stay home movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
sec 4
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in sec 1, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Life's Woes ( 4th entry )
If life is like a cup of coffee, then the coffee is the problems we face and the sugar added is love, and the creamer is friends and family. In the end, the cup of coffee is bittersweet.
To keep my mind of life's woes, i spend time with my family and friends. And even though sometimes i would forget to balance my work with my playtime, and get scolded for obvious reasons, I would almost always get back on my feet and take the setbacks with a pinch of salt. Well, when times are too bad for my will to take, I find hope in my family and spending time with them brings me joy and relief.
When I was young, my parents would almost always read books to me, fly kites and play board games. However, as I grew slowly into the introvert I am now, the time we spend every week is greatly reduced.
One of the most memorable times I had with my family, namely my older brother, father, and mother, was that time we played basketball. If I'm not mistaken, it was just last Saturday.
Zooming in towards the hoop, my father thew the ball with awesome force against the hoop, leapt up, caught the rebound and slammed the ball down for 2 points. We could only watch and see him own the battlefield with his muscular stature and enormous strength. Mother, who was waiting for us at the nearby angsana, prepared our picnic lunch as we rushed with famished stomachs upwards the tree. It was such a memorable day!
I feel that it was very fulfilling to have a family outing once in a while to help us bond. However, I know that my parents are working and it would be long before we can go out together again
To keep my mind of life's woes, i spend time with my family and friends. And even though sometimes i would forget to balance my work with my playtime, and get scolded for obvious reasons, I would almost always get back on my feet and take the setbacks with a pinch of salt. Well, when times are too bad for my will to take, I find hope in my family and spending time with them brings me joy and relief.
When I was young, my parents would almost always read books to me, fly kites and play board games. However, as I grew slowly into the introvert I am now, the time we spend every week is greatly reduced.
One of the most memorable times I had with my family, namely my older brother, father, and mother, was that time we played basketball. If I'm not mistaken, it was just last Saturday.
Zooming in towards the hoop, my father thew the ball with awesome force against the hoop, leapt up, caught the rebound and slammed the ball down for 2 points. We could only watch and see him own the battlefield with his muscular stature and enormous strength. Mother, who was waiting for us at the nearby angsana, prepared our picnic lunch as we rushed with famished stomachs upwards the tree. It was such a memorable day!
I feel that it was very fulfilling to have a family outing once in a while to help us bond. However, I know that my parents are working and it would be long before we can go out together again
Friday, January 21, 2011
Cello is not pronounced SELOH ( third entry )
It has been so long since I realised my love for dear Leiza. Well, it couldn't be sadder to say that nothing has progressed since our first date. Class has been class and dates have been...ordinary dates. I'm so accustomed to my daily routine of walking her to school, talking senseless matters in class and walking her back home, it's almost boring. It didn't take long for me to start playing my cello again. After all, I had learnt to cope with the not-so-new daily tasks.
I have always wondered why people played the cello, have checked it on Wikipedia and, have not been satisfied by their answers, even though I cannot even think of a single plausible answer to that question. I only know one thing, the cello is a beautiful instrument. To me, every part of the cello is perfect. From the scroll, to the neck, to the four strings which allowed me to play a vast spread of melodious tunes, to the body and to the end pin. The wonderful sound of the cello, is a replica of my character. I feel melancholy at times and play mellow, slow songs, or I can be beaming with happiness, and play excellent, bright pieces. I will always make time to expand my reservoir of pieces and master songs which I feel I could one day play for Leiza to hear. I feel that learning the cello was the right choice as it had exposed me to the extraordinary musical world.
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