always.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Alrightyy

Let's just do this post Q & A method.

1. So how is life these days?

- Yeah totally fine, expanding my growing list of books to-read and reading plus being my own embarrassing self.

2. How's school?

- Please. Don't. Ask.

3. You like anyone?

- If a book passes as a person, hell yeah.

4. How's social life?

- *laughs* Like. I. Careeee

5. Dreams for the future?

- Read books, travel the world, help the world, and being able to cook good.

6. What do you think of yourself today?

- A procrastinator. I need to be hard-working!!

enough self-interviewing! I'm donee

PEACE

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Argh!

2012 didn't start with a bang!

well who cares if it starts with a bang or not >.>

I made a new friend in my new class (God, i sound like a child telling her mom this)

yup thats the cool thing

Everything else is crap

The whole class is STILL NOISY :(

im trapped in the nerd-class! (now i have to seriously do my homework)

I scored 7/20 for my chemistry test! (didn't study that one so whatever)

crappy malay class

the guy who sits beside me is crap (not really, i just don't like sitting beside with strangers)

chemistry class is intense

and we have to read mother tongue books on thursdays and fridays for silent reading!

No more western delights stall

and people in my school still act like rude jerks around teachers

Oh how my ears bleed

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Oh my gosh

YEAH, oh my gosh.

I can't believe it, a few more days and I have to start going to school again.... what have i even achieved through the holidays?

NOTHING!!!

It'll be 2012 next year and I can just feel it already, remedials, homework and more homework. I hope choosing physics was a good choice, because well... i'd hate it if the subject isn't going well with me. Yeah, i never was good at choosing :s

So basically, I'll be having to look forward at my new classmates I have. Which is like a quarter and a half of the other class from my stream. :< It will never be the same again.

but you know what? Whatever, cause' maybe next year my brain will make up its mind to finally study properly :P but seriously, what are the chances?

I just cannot wait for next year, and I hope my who procrastination-nesss inside me will be gone.

Ugh yeah, and I hate those times where I have to like get home late and all. >.>
so not awesome.

xD

okayy, well next year i will totally read twice as more books as last year

All i can say

BRING IT ON 2012.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

I like to write *shrug*

Oh yeah, I'm just gonna post this cause i wanna show off what I wrote. This is like some random story I came up with.

----

“Kiara.” His warm longing voice enters my ears. I felt his warm breath against me. Kiara. Kiara. Kiara. He’s speaking my name so softly and gentle I can imagine my name forming on his lips. Kiara. I curl up my lips at his voice, my father’s voice. His voice was like a gentle breeze that ruffles your hair in the summer, his voice was like the warm gust of wind embracing you in autumn, the happiness of spring and the strong heart of winter that runs deep. I inhaled a deep breath and imagine his scent, but I’m unable to grasp it, relieve it. His scent is thrown far away from me inside an ocean, washing his smell away. The smell of home is diminished without him because he was my home. He was the home I returned to everyday in school, the home I returned to from summer camp. He was the home I returned to from anywhere. He’s standing over my bed in my room, stroking my hair gently. I shifted my head towards him and I met his bottomless emerald eyes that I had missed for what seemed to be centuries to me. My heart swelled slowly like waves lapping on the shore in the beach and then furling itself to a flower blossoming, expanding into a crimson rose. My heart thrummed carelessly inside me as I feel the glow on my cheeks. I’ve left the world and returned to my father. This time I really believed that wherever I am, I will find myself walking to him, my home. His grin spread reaching his eyes glinting and he chuckled softly instantly reminding the whisper of a silent forest that seemed peaceful. Everything about my father can be defined into my world. “Dad.” I whispered to him softly. A look of confusion had crossed his face then. Brows furrowed, lips twisting into a frown. “Kiara, it’s me. Johnny.” He said ruefully and stroking my hair once again.

My eyes flit open and I met Johnny’s deep blue eyes. His face had the same expression my dad had. Confusion. Apparently, I must have dreamt my dad thinking my eyes are open and that I finally moved on into a new life. “I’m not dead yet?” I ask Johnny, my breath feeling shallow and overwhelmed. I eyed him carefully wondering if he was real or not. His hand froze where he stroked my hair that was splayed all across the pillow in a mess. I shifted my eyes above me where his hands rested on the crown of my head and he reluctantly fell his arms uselessly on his sides when he saw me staring at it. The silence thickens the atmosphere that was clouding my bedroom and all I could see right now was his blue eyes that seemed awfully familiar like my dad’s, bottomless and deep. My heart clenches itself as I remind myself: Dad died. Get over it. You’re not dead yet. “You passed out.” He simply said. I stare at him in confusion. He ran his fingers over his gold wavy hair nervously. I glanced at his hair where it’s curling when the length reaches just below his ears. “Really Kiara? You don’t remember us blocking the door?” his eyes peering into me, trying to tell me something that only could be understood if you learnt eye language. Then it comes flooding back, his words making sense. I bolted upright on my bed and looked at him bewilderedly. “It’s you! Marcie. Blocking the door, you got there before me and I ran first towards the door! What did you just do? You’re demons! I knew they existed!” I started on him, my voice rising. I don’t know how my mind could conclude them to be demons but my mind was grappling to what I knew and what I sorta-maybe-believe. What I saw just now was abnormal, so them being demons wouldn’t be any different. I stare at him, expecting for an answer but his mouth perked upward smiling or maybe smirking at me. A hint of amusement played across his lips as he smiled at me. “Wait, why were you stroking my hair? Are you molesting me?” I gasped aloud shifting away from him cautiously.

----

Well this isn't exactly the WHOLE story, it's just like an excerpt from it, but this is what I do when I'm bored so what can I say, I like to write, shrug**

So what do you think about it? :)

I AM JUST BORED

I AM SO SORRY I LIED.

Alright, come on, like I would ditch writing posts, please! I was kinda emo when I typed that previous post.

:( My mom scolded me then, so I was all grumpy and sad and I had nothing to do but sit a far corner and cry my eyeballs out. Yeah, but the good thing about me that I cry really long, I cried for 2 hours that time and there was one time I was crying for 8 hours....i think, but my dad had to come personally at my room and say that crying isn't healthy, your eyes can get blind or something, then I stopped crying. Hahaha, but I was a kid then :'}

Well what I was saying is that I cry really long but the next day I completely move on and i'm like, "I cried, whoa why am I so happy now?" I don't hold grudges against me mom, I mean in the end we are all family and we're close and all so I don't want to waste time hating her. I mean, she has every right to scold me I guess, and I should know this coming except that my feelings sometimes can be such a freako and I start crying. And after that my brain feels so knocked up I have to cry at bed and wake up feeling all groggy like an old woman.

SOOO, now i'm completely fine.

And if you're wondering what does, "I should know this coming..." part mean, it means that me being a middle-child, it's like almost inevitable to leave this situation that i'm going to be stuck in between my siblings but not as in SPOTLIGHT middle but STUCK middle. And I will always get intensely scolded at, misunderstood blahblahblah. I will have to learn to deal with it, love my mom even though im like the last one in her mind probably ( i don't like assuming ), but still, i have to think of all the things she have done, and i actually owe it to her, I owe her to cast aside my stupid sad or ungrateful feelings and to deal with it.

Yeah, I deal with it good.

oookay, looks like i told to much about my life,

byeeee

World Peace~

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Well....

Sorry, but im going to ditch typing a post, so...well don't expect any posts from me until the next month.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Whoa.

I seriously do not know what the hell to do after watching 'lost in austen'

it's like a series, which is like really interesting.

Right now, i'm on my reading marathon (reading everyday, reading for long hours), and i don't think i feel like reading ANYTHING after watching that awesome show. Like seriously! That show was...so sweet.

This series is about a girl who LOVES Jane Austen's novel, Pride and Prejudice. Which I had attempted my BEST to read it, but fail very much to understand it's flourished language used. I mean because it's an old classic, so I kinda envy those people who can actually understand it, presumably the british people because Jane Austen was a british lady. Watching this show can be so funny and well....it makes me quite drawn to their culture..i mean look, i am literally being so careful at my language now! Well, i hope this doesn't wear off any sooner, it's very amusing to me. It makes me feel so intelligent. And for once, i don't feel embarrassed for babbling alot. Ahah.

well right now in my shelves, I have got a few books to finish reading by the end of the second week from now. I totally suggest you to read it too, because anything I read is highly interesting and I doubt you will hate it, but if you do, you are weak-minded.

No puns intended, but i certainly felt like I did intend so.

Righhhtttt.. Now i am acting all high-and-mighty. Sorry about that.

Well heres the list I have on my shelves right now to read! (and it should be on your shelves too!)

1. the book thief - marcus zusak

2. The iron king (it's a series) and I have the first three books of the series on my shelves.

3. Fallen -Lauren Kate. <-- (I heard so many praises for this book, so I had an urge to try this book)

I am soo excited to watch The Hunger Games movie next year. It completely blew my freaking pink brain mentally of my head. (not physically, oh dear not that happen)

I had only one friend to squeal with about this, so you know, I find many other bookworms that arn't from singapore to squeal with.

Seriously, i am going to scream at the cinema when I get in there. I couldn't contain myself after watching the trailer and I literally giggle myself until i get weird looks from my maid and my family.

So yes, after reading this post, you now have the knowledge and fact that i am a complete bookworm. If you have any inner voice in you saying, "Ugh this girl has no life at all" then damn you! Because reading is a good thing. And ya'll are missing out so much.

No puns intended. I am being so freaky again.

Bye

WorldPeace

Love

Light


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What do you think of yourself today? - A procrastinator. I need to be hard-working!! enough self-interviewing! I'm donee PEACE 4:19 AM · Thursday, January 12, 2012 Argh! 2012 didn't start with a bang! well who cares if it starts with a bang or not >.> I made a new friend in my new class (God, i sound like a child telling her mom this) yup thats the cool thing Everything else is crap The whole class is STILL NOISY :( im trapped in the nerd-class! (now i have to seriously do my homework) I scored 7/20 for my chemistry test! (didn't study that one so whatever) crappy malay class the guy who sits beside me is crap (not really, i just don't like sitting beside with strangers) chemistry class is intense and we have to read mother tongue books on thursdays and fridays for silent reading! No more western delights stall and people in my school still act like rude jerks around teachers Oh how my ears bleed 1:37 AM · Wednesday, December 21, 2011 Oh my gosh YEAH, oh my gosh. I can't believe it, a few more days and I have to start going to school again.... what have i even achieved through the holidays? NOTHING!!! It'll be 2012 next year and I can just feel it already, remedials, homework and more homework. I hope choosing physics was a good choice, because well... i'd hate it if the subject isn't going well with me. Yeah, i never was good at choosing :s So basically, I'll be having to look forward at my new classmates I have. Which is like a quarter and a half of the other class from my stream. :< It will never be the same again. but you know what? Whatever, cause' maybe next year my brain will make up its mind to finally study properly :P but seriously, what are the chances? I just cannot wait for next year, and I hope my who procrastination-nesss inside me will be gone. Ugh yeah, and I hate those times where I have to like get home late and all. >.> so not awesome. xD okayy, well next year i will totally read twice as more books as last year All i can say BRING IT ON 2012. 7:16 PM · Thursday, December 15, 2011 I like to write shrug Oh yeah, I'm just gonna post this cause i wanna show off what I wrote. This is like some random story I came up with. ---- “Kiara.” His warm longing voice enters my ears. I felt his warm breath against me. Kiara. Kiara. Kiara. He’s speaking my name so softly and gentle I can imagine my name forming on his lips. Kiara. I curl up my lips at his voice, my father’s voice. His voice was like a gentle breeze that ruffles your hair in the summer, his voice was like the warm gust of wind embracing you in autumn, the happiness of spring and the strong heart of winter that runs deep. I inhaled a deep breath and imagine his scent, but I’m unable to grasp it, relieve it. His scent is thrown far away from me inside an ocean, washing his smell away. The smell of home is diminished without him because he was my home. He was the home I returned to everyday in school, the home I returned to from summer camp. He was the home I returned to from anywhere. He’s standing over my bed in my room, stroking my hair gently. I shifted my head towards him and I met his bottomless emerald eyes that I had missed for what seemed to be centuries to me. My heart swelled slowly like waves lapping on the shore in the beach and then furling itself to a flower blossoming, expanding into a crimson rose. My heart thrummed carelessly inside me as I feel the glow on my cheeks. I’ve left the world and returned to my father. This time I really believed that wherever I am, I will find myself walking to him, my home. His grin spread reaching his eyes glinting and he chuckled softly instantly reminding the whisper of a silent forest that seemed peaceful. Everything about my father can be defined into my world. “Dad.” I whispered to him softly. A look of confusion had crossed his face then. Brows furrowed, lips twisting into a frown. “Kiara, it’s me. Johnny.” He said ruefully and stroking my hair once again. My eyes flit open and I met Johnny’s deep blue eyes. His face had the same expression my dad had. Confusion. Apparently, I must have dreamt my dad thinking my eyes are open and that I finally moved on into a new life. “I’m not dead yet?” I ask Johnny, my breath feeling shallow and overwhelmed. I eyed him carefully wondering if he was real or not. His hand froze where he stroked my hair that was splayed all across the pillow in a mess. I shifted my eyes above me where his hands rested on the crown of my head and he reluctantly fell his arms uselessly on his sides when he saw me staring at it. The silence thickens the atmosphere that was clouding my bedroom and all I could see right now was his blue eyes that seemed awfully familiar like my dad’s, bottomless and deep. My heart clenches itself as I remind myself: Dad died. Get over it. You’re not dead yet. “You passed out.” He simply said. I stare at him in confusion. He ran his fingers over his gold wavy hair nervously. I glanced at his hair where it’s curling when the length reaches just below his ears. “Really Kiara? You don’t remember us blocking the door?” his eyes peering into me, trying to tell me something that only could be understood if you learnt eye language. Then it comes flooding back, his words making sense. I bolted upright on my bed and looked at him bewilderedly. “It’s you! Marcie. Blocking the door, you got there before me and I ran first towards the door! What did you just do? You’re demons! I knew they existed!” I started on him, my voice rising. I don’t know how my mind could conclude them to be demons but my mind was grappling to what I knew and what I sorta-maybe-believe. What I saw just now was abnormal, so them being demons wouldn’t be any different. I stare at him, expecting for an answer but his mouth perked upward smiling or maybe smirking at me. A hint of amusement played across his lips as he smiled at me. “Wait, why were you stroking my hair? Are you molesting me?” I gasped aloud shifting away from him cautiously. ---- Well this isn't exactly the WHOLE story, it's just like an excerpt from it, but this is what I do when I'm bored so what can I say, I like to write, shrug So what do you think about it? :) 8:37 AM · I AM JUST BORED I AM SO SORRY I LIED. Alright, come on, like I would ditch writing posts, please! I was kinda emo when I typed that previous post. :( My mom scolded me then, so I was all grumpy and sad and I had nothing to do but sit a far corner and cry my eyeballs out. Yeah, but the good thing about me that I cry really long, I cried for 2 hours that time and there was one time I was crying for 8 hours....i think, but my dad had to come personally at my room and say that crying isn't healthy, your eyes can get blind or something, then I stopped crying. Hahaha, but I was a kid then :'} Well what I was saying is that I cry really long but the next day I completely move on and i'm like, "I cried, whoa why am I so happy now?" I don't hold grudges against me mom, I mean in the end we are all family and we're close and all so I don't want to waste time hating her. I mean, she has every right to scold me I guess, and I should know this coming except that my feelings sometimes can be such a freako and I start crying. And after that my brain feels so knocked up I have to cry at bed and wake up feeling all groggy like an old woman. SOOO, now i'm completely fine. And if you're wondering what does, "I should know this coming..." part mean, it means that me being a middle-child, it's like almost inevitable to leave this situation that i'm going to be stuck in between my siblings but not as in SPOTLIGHT middle but STUCK middle. And I will always get intensely scolded at, misunderstood blahblahblah. I will have to learn to deal with it, love my mom even though im like the last one in her mind probably ( i don't like assuming ), but still, i have to think of all the things she have done, and i actually owe it to her, I owe her to cast aside my stupid sad or ungrateful feelings and to deal with it. Yeah, I deal with it good. oookay, looks like i told to much about my life, byeeee World Peace~ 7:45 AM · Tuesday, December 13, 2011 Well.... Sorry, but im going to ditch typing a post, so...well don't expect any posts from me until the next month.** 8:14 AM · Friday, November 25, 2011 Whoa. I seriously do not know what the hell to do after watching 'lost in austen' it's like a series, which is like really interesting. Right now, i'm on my reading marathon (reading everyday, reading for long hours), and i don't think i feel like reading ANYTHING after watching that awesome show. Like seriously! That show was...so sweet. This series is about a girl who LOVES Jane Austen's novel, Pride and Prejudice. Which I had attempted my BEST to read it, but fail very much to understand it's flourished language used. I mean because it's an old classic, so I kinda envy those people who can actually understand it, presumably the british people because Jane Austen was a british lady. Watching this show can be so funny and well....it makes me quite drawn to their culture..i mean look, i am literally being so careful at my language now! Well, i hope this doesn't wear off any sooner, it's very amusing to me. It makes me feel so intelligent. And for once, i don't feel embarrassed for babbling alot. Ahah. well right now in my shelves, I have got a few books to finish reading by the end of the second week from now. I totally suggest you to read it too, because anything I read is highly interesting and I doubt you will hate it, but if you do, you are weak-minded. No puns intended, but i certainly felt like I did intend so. Righhhtttt.. Now i am acting all high-and-mighty. Sorry about that. Well heres the list I have on my shelves right now to read! (and it should be on your shelves too!) 1. the book thief - marcus zusak 2. The iron king (it's a series) and I have the first three books of the series on my shelves. 3. Fallen -Lauren Kate. <-- (I heard so many praises for this book, so I had an urge to try this book) I am soo excited to watch The Hunger Games movie next year. It completely blew my freaking pink brain mentally of my head. (not physically, oh dear not that happen) I had only one friend to squeal with about this, so you know, I find many other bookworms that arn't from singapore to squeal with. Seriously, i am going to scream at the cinema when I get in there. I couldn't contain myself after watching the trailer and I literally giggle myself until i get weird looks from my maid and my family. So yes, after reading this post, you now have the knowledge and fact that i am a complete bookworm. If you have any inner voice in you saying, "Ugh this girl has no life at all" then damn you! Because reading is a good thing. And ya'll are missing out so much. No puns intended. I am being so freaky again. Bye WorldPeace Love Light 6:31 AM ·