Monday, October 30, 2006
11:52 PM
Hm.
As usual, much has transpired since I last blogged in this exciting event I call life.
For one, for all my tanning expliots, do read Soefie's journal because she's already humourously chronicled that afternoon's events.
I am red. And burnt. And that's about all I managed to get.
The most decent picture taken. Clear (fake) Sentosa water and least Lizzy-surface-area for viewership makes it look nice enough.
And another candid shot Dinah took.
OMG can. :
And this one MITHA! IS FOR YOU!
Woohoo! (:
And because I am forced to SUMMARIZE the exciting events that have transpired, I give you What Transpired During Pool Today. The Unreal Version.
Okay.. disclaimer before Neff comes after me. He did not get pwned by Shik. Well.. not all the time anyway. Except that 2nd game (We played in pairs, Ken and I, Shik and Mitha) when Shik totally cleared the table save for one ball and left Ken and I reeling from the indignity of it all.
I have more to say, but I'll leave it for tomorrow, given that tomorrow will bring opportunities for Lizzy given her current schedule.
She is now very, very sleepy, and finds sleep an entirely desirous state to be in.
So. Farewell and goodnight.
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
8:12 PM
Hmm.On the rare occasions when rain is pelting down your window, hammering rudely on your roof, flashing brightly and thundering monstrously outside, you'll always be glad to be sitting quite comfortably indoors, enjoying the self-satisfaction of being able to stay warm and dry.
It also provides an ambiance commonly associated with the process of self-reflection, for a rainy day is rather apt, I would think, as imagery for such thought to be carried out...
Liz was musing to herself, this wet evening, and reading some of her older blog entries. She most coincidentally, chanced upon an entry she wrote much earlier this year, and didn't know whether to be bemused, sad, or horrified at how much her ability to allow words to flow coherently has waned since her exit from That School In the West, You Know, The One That She Occasionally Finds Reason To Miss.
She must also learn, (after having found out the hard way) to write shorter sentences.
Concise.
Coherent.
They tell her.
So she shall try to go against the very grain of her usual unrestrained style, to embrace structure. A word most alien to her, for she had never needed, not in 10 years of receiving an education, found herself inclined or obliged to obey such rules.
She always thought to herself (but only at the very back of her mind) that one day, all the vastness of her wild and wandering thoughts must be consolidated, must be disciplined. She figured, idly, when she was 10, and again when she was 11, and 12, and most recently, 17, that she could not possibly evade having to mature in writing, in thought, forever.
She resigns herself, as her 18th birthday looms unassumingly in the not so distant future, to the fact that she has fought a good fight, and ran a good run, but the chase is over and the suffocating tendrils of disciplined writing has inevitably crept into her life. The choking vines overshadow (using necessity as an excuse) any other reason for her to even think about allowing her thoughts to remain unrestrained any longer.
She ponders over how much joy writing used to give her, and how the ideas used to come without her even having to give much consequence to what she was saying. She remembers the forced angst and gusto with which she used to allow to wash over her senses in order to spin what she would have once called Poetry.
And she also wonders...
What on God's green earth happened when she came to TJC.
COMPARE. The aformentioned entry in my Livejournal. And the current incoherency of my thoughts and words since I came to TJ.
When my Sis told me her inspiration totally ran dry and words became a difficult concept for her during her 3 years in this school, I scoffed slightly and was convinced that my inherent ability to write would overcome all odds. (HAH!)
Now I'm humbled. TJ has taught me things.. The Promos have taught me that my time is up. I cannot relish in allowing my jumble of thoughts to splay itself like splattered paint onto the pages of my essays. I cannot allow the madness of my mind to reveal itself in my admittably bad scrawly handwriting to be presented to my teachers on a silver platter for decoding.
Because this isn't Primary School. This isn't Secondary School. Mrs. Khoo is no longer around to praise the inventiveness of my 12 year-old plots, wrought with murder and mystery, guilt and shame, and pride. Ms. Ang is no longer around to dutifully praise the standard of my Literature analyses. Mr Ang is no longer the one looking to be proud of his model History student. Because that is the glory of a past that would mean nothing if I keep harping on how good I used to be if I cannot adapt to what is currently being asked of me.
Sure I may not like it. I detest structure. I hate the mechanics of writing a GP essay. I think many aspects of essay writing is bloody tedious and I dislike having to confine myself to that boxed up, calmly constructed coherency that is expected of me. I have it all strung out in my head. Ideas, shortcuts, analyses. But if I cannot execute them well, it will be little use to anyone with it all stuck where only I can understand it, non?
These months have been a journey for me. A trial, a position from which I can arise from. Arise. Rev. Col Stringer preached last week about arising. It is not merely standing up, rising from your seat, but moving from a level of spiritual authority to an even greater one. Likewise all these challenges are but bread for me. I eat giants for breakfast. Because I have a good God. Not only is He good, He is big. Bigger than all my difficulties in trying with great levels of frustration to master, and conquer, structure.
Because I know, and my teachers know, and God knows, that when I do, I will be a better writer. Structure will not destroy the overwhelming swarm of ideas that flutter wildly and are dying for escape from my cranium. It's like having a black, wild stallion. It is a good horse. But it is untamed. And as long as it is, no one can ride it. But once you conquer him, once you subdue him, he will be a very fine horse indeed.
This is my journey. My walk with God, my walk as a growing not-quite-adult. The parallels are striking. And I know that at the end of the day it shall all be well. I always believed God gave me a love for words for a reason. The only real sense of joy and contentment I recall as a child always came from reading or writing, from penning down short poems and proses, from coming up with elaborate plots for every single writing assignment I found myself tasked to complete.
Before I knew God for myself, I knew words. And before I knew words, God knew me. He knew me from my mother's womb. And I just know this desire to write wasn't granted to me for no good reason.
So God, I'm leaving this journey in your hands okay? It's too big for me to handle on my own. In vain I have struggled. This will not do. I'm just thankful, for my security in Him.
It's such a simple truth, you can hear it so many times, yet it is no use if it is merely a head revelation, and not something you know in your heart. Just knowing that sets me free from so many things, free from worry, free from fear, from embarassment... there is no cause for concern because Jesus has already died in your place, He took your shame! So, you don't need to carry it upon yourself anymore.
And above all things, above all that He's done for you, He's done it because He LOVES YOU.. He loves ME. He loves Lizzy. He's looking after Lizzy. And even if Lizzy didn't want Him to, she doesn't have much of a choice really, because He's never letting go of her anyway.
Sometimes I get so caught up in myself, in my own grades, in my own disappointment. Yes. I am disappointed that my ranking is now 106. I am disappointed that despite me studying so much harder for my Promos, despite thinking that I would completely pwnz my exams that I only got ACCBEE. I don't want to compare myself with people. I don't really care if you're better or worse than me, but I set out a target for myself and I obviously didn't hit it. And I was so weary by then that all I could do was cry out to God that I had already maxed out my ability, and that was all I got in return.
But you know, that is precisely the truth. I had maxed out my abilities. I swear I could not have studied anymore for the exams than I already had. Which just leaves me with no other alternative but to realize.. that I'm not that good after all. All my grades, all my skills, would be nothing, this is ALL I can achieve on my own. So.. time for God to work aye? (:
He can do so much better after all. And He will not get worn out like me, get burnt out, exhausted, or freeze during the exams the way I do.
Just great to know that all I am is found in Him, and not in myself, because if it were.. I would have A LOT to be embarassed about today.
Hahahaha.
Well, not that the Alpha house comm members (save for Shik) would actually be reading this, but I suppose my attitude was most uncalled for (as usual). I do realize my defense mechanism in most situations is to bite back rather scathingly. Liz has yet to learn to the art of being tactful and she apologizes for any pain, trauma or indignation that (probably) arose from her waspish comments during the OGL interview today. LOL.
Alright, Liz dearly loves to laugh, and cannot help but find the situation rather hilarious, even if she admits to being most socially improper.
Her uninhibited sarcasm sometimes gets the better of her without consideration for the nerves of others.
And so after much serious rambling, she now leaves you with a Bloggable Bit.
Soefie (after PE): There's something in my shoe!!!
Liz: *mutters* Yes.. it's called your foot.
So long and thanks for all the fish!
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Monday, October 23, 2006
6:14 PM
Just you and meNot saying much of anything
Sometimes could mean more
Than a thousand words
---
Though of course, it depends on what those thousand words are.
Yawnn. Just woke up from a nice nap in the midst of falling rain on our haze smothered island.
Feels sorta nice to be home, for once, on a Monday afternoon. Sleeping.
Even if the sleep was brought on by the headache inducing camera angles in Kingdom Hearts every single time I venture into the Deep Jungle.
Mmmmmmm. Okay, my brain is mush at the moment and I can't form intelligent sentences right now. So excuse me.
....
*totters off*
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Thursday, October 19, 2006
9:08 PM
Ladeedoo.New layout! :D
And before I continue, I guess I should give y'all the answers for the last entry, in case anyone was actually secretly interesting in knowing the (false) answers.
*drumroll*
2. My favourite books as a child were Narnia and A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Until the movies of these two popular children's series were released, I must admit to not having known of the existence of either Lemony Snicket nor CS Lewis, and to date, have not read any of their books, except The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe that Mel gave me for Christmas last year. xD
Honest. I grew up on Enid Blyton. I know the Five Find-outers inside out, the Secret Seven, the Famous Five, Malory Towers, The Naughtiest Girl, The Magic Faraway Tree, Cherrytree Farm... and the miscellaneous short stories with its array of clockwork toys, fairies and golliwogs. But never Snicket or Lewis. *affirmative nod*
4. I used to think N'sync were the greatest band in the world.
Please don't even give me a need to explain this. No.5 regarding a1 is true, but puh-leeze, no self respecting Backstreet Boys supporter then would ever think N'sync was the best.. right? Right? :P
7. My sister studied in Denmark in 2003, and we visited her during her school term.
Okay, Sissy studied in Norway in 2003, and we visited her after she finished her exchange stint and completed a budget, whirlwind backpacking tour of Europe. All I remember of this trip, was fjords, more fjords, even more fjords, churches, more churches, snow capped mountains, even more snow capped mountains, frozen lakes, steep winding roads... and LEGOLAND! Yes.
11. My favourite colour after green is yellow.
HAHA. Okay, it would be a sin if anyone actually believed this. After green comes orange. Kudos to Rene. :D
14. I have a particular stuffed toy that I must have with me everywhere I go, even when I travel.
Okay, I don't have a particular stuffed toy, but I do carry one of my stuffed toys with me when I travel. Sis has her travelling bear (she brings it every time she leaves the country), Liz has well.. Liz just has to bring one of 'em along la. For cuddling.
Yes, so that means everything else is true. Yes Soefie, I had chao ahbeng friends, with whom I still am loosely in contact with. And Cui, I'm sorry to have to admit that 19 really happened. And if you have any doubts about my handwriting, you should just try mentioning it to Mr. Rajesh or Ms. Nanci, who have gone to great lengths to inform me of how utterly illegible it has become. And Schwa, it must be a crime to not think dark chocolate was the best thing ever invented. *aghast* Lala.
So. Tuesday was VONNIEKIN'S birthday! (:
Celebrated with a bunch of ol' sixers. *LOVE*
(Check out the tangle of unidentifiable legs under the table on the right. Lol.)
Half the table...
The other half...
Yay! Birthday girl. ;)
HOPE YOU LIKE EVERYTHING WE BOUGHT YOOO.
Even though, you never actually told me what you thought of them. HAH.
*hugs*
It was fun, everyone came over after that, and it was just the old 4e6 vibe that tingled through the night. x) PLAYED BRIDGE. Lol.
And some random 33/06 LOVE.
Now there is a story for the bad cheesy want-to-be-kawaii-neh picture that you see before your very eyes.. Puh-leez huh, it was purely intentional. Don't look at it and go 'OMG, TJCians!' or something. If you get my drift.
To full comprehend this, one must watch the ending of this video. Now as they all say, no Lizzy doesn't have a penchant for trying to act cute. She realizes she does it when she wants to annoy Amitha.
*Beams*
So to add to it (might as well right...)
TRIBUTE.
Best photo of Kenneth I ever took! (And of mine and Sam's fingers, of course...)
Apart from this:
Sometimes the boys just want to look/act cool.
And this is the picture they took claiming that I looked like I was trying to break all the school rules in one sitting. Legs on the seats in front, chocolate in mouth, earphones plugged in, skirt that is dubiously proportioned, arms folded, handphone in lap....
Well, at least I'm still wearing my tie. *shrugs hopelessly*
By the way, to the owner of the chocolate (whoever it was...) - it was good chocolate.
Hee. And since I feel completely disinclined to talk about my grades at the moment, I'm just gonna savour whats left of my night and wait for Gen to send me our OP.
Would love to say more, but.. guess I could save it for another time. *watery smile*
GOODNIGHT.
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Sunday, October 15, 2006
11:10 AM
Okie.. Sunday morning. Whoopee........Soefie tagged me.
Even though I don't know very much about myself that is remarkably interesting, other than the little idiosyncracies that I don't quite recall until people point them out.
One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.
Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.
Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.
Four. Post them and let people guess which the five false ones are!
Five. Get 5 others to do the same.
1. My handwriting has tormented my teachers for many years. I was the last student in my Primary3/4 class to be allowed to switch to using a pen.
2. My favourite books as a child were Narnia and A Series of Unfortunate Events.
3. I used to own 4 entire shelves of hand-me-down books (mostly Enid Blyton! Woo!) that I finished reading before I reached Primary 3 because there wasn't very much else to do with your grandmother for company.
4. I used to think N'sync were the greatest band in the world.
5. I stalked A1 when I was in Primary Six.
6. I was so morbidly depressive as a Lower Sec student that my classmates couldn't quite bear to be my friend. Fortunately God came to my rescue as Sec 3 dawned upon my life.
7. My sister studied in Denmark in 2003, and we visited her during her school term.
8. I can successfully claim to have six variations of the same green stuffed turtle thing in my bedroom thanks to 2 individuals, one of whom amused herself by buying me five, and the other who amused himself after seeing the five by buying me another one.
9. I am a very bad liar. I used to be much better at it but for some reason as I grew older my conscience followed suit. Now I'm having a tough time trying to think of 5 things about myself that are not true.
10. I think Disneyland is the best place in the entire world. I love roller-coasters.
11. My favourite colour after green is yellow.
12. I keep all the flowers people gave me for my concerts in this corner of my bookshelf. It is highly dusty, crumbly, and I really don't dare to touch it anymore just in case it just completely disintegrates on me.
13. I own (still do) an entire town of Polly Pocket sets and I used to set them up on my bedroom floor and entertain myself fabricating stories for hours.
14. I have a particular stuffed toy that I must have with me everywhere I go, even when I travel.
15. When I was a kid, I got mowed down by a bicycle in East Coast Park.
16. My primary school clique used to be into yo-yos and we had this bunch of really weird ahbeng friends as well as an old guy who used to be rather chummy with us.
17. My sister and I are undeniably close, even though we're 9 years apart. Except for that brief interlude with that boyfriend of hers whom everyone didn't like anyway.
18. I can't seem to wear blue very well. Any shade of it. Everytime I try on a blue top I think I look utterly weird.
19. When I was ten I had a crush on a boy and I actually posted annonymous letters to his house with my friends' help. HAHA.
20. WAHLAU enough already or not? Er. I think dark chocolate is one of the best things ever invented. :D
And the five false ones are..................................
You have 48 hours to guess. So start cracking. xP
And I tag Schwa, Krys, Floss, Nicholas and Kitz. Just for the fun of it.
Speaking of Kitz, yesterday was the day we had to turn up in school uniform for Campus. I must admit it was strange to see everyone with their throng of piercings, coloured hair, and faces that looked way too old to be in secondary school uniforms milling around. But it was fun nevertheless. Kitz masqueraded as an SA student, and even though he proudly professed with an extensive array of vocabulary how much he loved it and how comfortable it was, his first appearance in it sent me and Cecilia into peals of laughter. (Mostly because he hadn't worn it properly and with his pants so high and the shirt so tucked it, couple with his hair and specs, the entire image just screamed CHINA SCHOLAR!)
But anyway. Yes. It was fun yesterday! And fellowshipped till pretty late, was totally exhausted by the time I got home, and woke up this morning predominantly thinking of Von's birthday. HAH! Unlike me.. you can't buy Von green stuffed toys, or any stuffed toy for that matter. So yes.. Going to head out now before 3rd to get her present. :P
Outta here, more later. Campus service yesterday was awesome. Can't wait to share it with all of you. (:
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Saturday, October 14, 2006
1:44 PM
ALRIGHT.Open House is over.
Time, after the Promos ended (at 11.00AM on Wednesday morning), was relatively.. well spent, and mostly enjoyable. Liz had a peaceful time painting her banner (except for the occasions when we quite nearly destroyed it and rendered it unfit for human eyes to lay upon).
Alternated between the banner and practicing for Open House.
The band room is filled with life again, after the promos, and the good old mood which was reminiscent of the days when we were prepping for Prelude 26 and nua-ing during Sports Carnival is back.
How lovely.
So anyway, in the spirit of randomness and having little to do to occupy our time after our 2, short, 10 minute performance sets, we set out to pwnz the school with a lil'... fun.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GCIFKqnuLu0
Went around school and stopped at 3 or 4 strategic locations to play our little ditty. Haha. 'Twas amusing.
Quite a number of sign-ups.. throngs from TKSS. A mere two from TKGS. A couple of saxists, I think.
And then almost got screwed upside down on the Creative Writing side.
And life is back to it's stretched out lull.
It is high time the layout of this blog changed. I swear I had more opportunities to change my layout last year in the midst of studying for my O' levels than I do now.
Need some fresh air. Need the SUN. The BEACH. The SEA.
Something.
No wait, more importantly. I need a TAN.
Yeah. Totally. I'm turning into the colour of my white-washed walls.
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
10:27 PM
Emotional Turmoil.My Freudian advisor isn't helping. :(
(In fact I just very probably pissed him off.)
What am I doing..
God give me strength for tomorrow's paper..
I don't think I'm in any state to face anything right now.
Stop pushing me.
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Monday, October 09, 2006
11:25 PM
Have I drifted that far from my friends?The Question: List cleaning up.. do you [me] want to remove me [him] from your [my] MSN list?
Am I that bad at keeping in contact with people? Or did I choose to distance myself from the very people who need God the most? The ones who are yearning and crying out to be loved, the people whom I used to be close to, the people whose incoherency I used to understand, the people who despite the fact that I used to the plagued by the same lonely grief as, have since returned home to Abba's arms, but in doing so I have abandoned them. I cannot understand the hurt behin their words anymore. I cannot see the sense in their ceaseless complains. I do not comprehend what it is they're saying as they continue to bitch about everyone else with such hateful vigour..
Why Lord? I know I went through all that bullshit for a reason.
I know those years spent right at the bottom wasn't for nothing.
I didn't go all the way to the edge of the world and back for nothing.
God why is it that I can no longer bear to look back? Because I needn't. Because you've saved me. You've brought me back. But I've left everyone else behind.
I don't understand them anymore.
Everytime I meet them I realize I don't understand.
Everytime I speak to them I realize I don't understand the insecurities, the loneliness, the cry of their hearts as they search for something that only You Lord, only YOU can fill.
Lord it's been long.
I've drifted so much from them.
I wish that just by reaching out my hand I could lift them up from where they are...
But it is not enough.
So many people who are yearning. So many people who are crying out for something more.
Because there IS something more. There is so much more to this life than what you can see in this world, than human affection, that that yearning for contact that so many of them search for, both consciously and unconsciously.
There's a Jesus-shaped vacuum in all of us that obviously.. only Jesus can fill.
Many a times we try to substitute it with so many other things. We try to fill it with people, with the acceptance of our peers, with the approval of friends, with everything else except the one thing that can fulfil the true requirement of that hole.
Alright.
After an interval of heart-stopping (literally) Grey's Anatomy...
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
whats wrong with beth
lizzy Where else could I go? says:
ew
lizzy Where else could I go? says:
doesnt suit me
lizzy Where else could I go? says:
pls
lizzy Where else could I go? says:
just LOOK at me. and imagine calling me beth
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
mcdonalds might name a meal after you
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
and call it MacBeth
lizzy Where else could I go? says:
omg lame
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
VAT
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
haha
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
lizzy
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
GHAHAHA
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
lizzy
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
lizzy
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
yeah la..
tjcab* [ ºchôpsº ] says:
it's the ONLY thing that fits you
---
Kenneth-y moment.
Anyway. Bets/Beth is terrible. Don't ever attempt to call me that. It's the stuffiest rendition of my name ever. And considering that most people stare blankly when you ask for 'Elizabeth', just don't even think about going into variations of my 4 syllable name. And no, 一立沙白 is by no means an improvement either. Ye Chinese Peeple of Tee Jay Cee.
Pride and Prejudice.
Spent hours today poring over those painful 61 chapters...
Okay painful because time kept moving forward and my neck as well, as I craned downwards at the book dutifully underlining key phrases.
So many beautiful words.
You envy the idealism of fiction. Even on a superficial level without even dissecting all that Austen is really saying.
You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out.
An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.
It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.
Pride and Prejudice overdose.
Tempest tomorrow. Whoopee.
...
Wonder.
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
12:47 AM
I'm not sure if I was even aware of the fact that it was Luther's birthday today..BUT DON'T GET TOO DEPRESSED THAT I DIDN'T OKAY!!!
Sorree. *sheepish expression*
Liz has a new tablet.
She hasn't actually done anything useful with it.
Except doodle.
Yes. Don't get pets on impulse. Says the AVA's new, eye-catching posters.
I like.
X)
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
Saturday, October 07, 2006
10:52 PM
Don't you just sometimes feel....Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line
And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes
And even when I'm scared I have to try to fly
Sometimes I fall
But I've seen it done before
I've got to step outside these walls
Teddy Geiger, These Walls
You know, I had a really good day, just relishing in God's love for me.. caregroup was great, Agnes shared on the Benjamin generation. It wasn't a new revelation. But it was a good reminder... Felt so secure, so held in His love. Then our usual ThaiExpress dinner. And Cheesecake Cafe for dessert. It was good. The sharing was good. The fellowship was good.
I need you Jesus
To come to my rescue
Where else could I go?
It's so hard to keep this balance.
It's so hard to walk the line.
When you start shifting your happiness and expectations onto another human being, the only thing you'll experience is disappointment when they fall short of these. When you start realizing how nothing else will satisfy.. because you've searched for it in this world and you couldn't find it.
Because you realize how only He can interpret your silence, your actions, and everything you're not saying. Because He knows your secrets, your mysteries, your emotions. He knows what it means when you smile in a certain manner, when your shoulders shrug in a certain way. When you mean when you don't reply. I don't need people to understand my words. But who else can understand what it is I'm not saying except for Him?
And that's why you've drawn closer into yourself because you realize He's the only one who knows, and there's no point telling anyone else because the only person who will let you continually run to is Him...
Because He sees me in these moments.
When I'm vulnerable.
When I don't get what is envisioned in my head.
When what I'm wishing for and what is really taking place in the context of my short sighted reality is two worlds apart.
I don't like this spiritual attack.
It's not going to take away my relevation of God's super abounding favour upon my life.
But it hurts to realize that once again, that being seventeen doesn't change the fact that you sometimes wished people reacted the way you wanted them to, this fleeting hope that real life would play out the same way it does in your head.
But there's a reason why it doesn't.
And I'm not saying it's bad that it doesn't.
Because the fact that it doesn't should be enough to tell me certain things.
Time to return to the Shepherd's arms...
0 comments.
Post a Comment
<< Home
12:55 AM
OKAY!I can breathe again...
The heavyweight papers are over... Lit is what's left.
Kino was good. Read some stuff, didn't buy anything.. yet. *beams*
Reminder to self, renew Kino card ASAP.
DAISO opened in Plaza Sing. Yay for Daiso. I love Daiso. 'Tis so lovely and random. xD
PLUGGING.
Teddy Geiger - Gentleman [lyrics]