Maybe. Maybe not.

I feel like blogging. Then I don't.
Oh well...
I'll post a short one today.

I spent my first day of my holiday at Peter's house.
Pearly I know what you're going to say and I know what you did.
Yu Kit and I are going to get you (Pearly) back. *rubs hands in glee* *adds evil laughter*
I can't believe you dared to suggest all those "plans" *speaking to Pearly*
Unbelievable. Unfathomable.
Who knew all of those came from you? Peter must have taught you.
I better find a good hiding place first in case Pearly comes after me with a parang.
Anyway, we didn't do anything that you told Peter. You must be devastated but live up to it. Don't be sad.

Since Pearly couldn't come, it was just Yu Kit, Peter and me. And Fluffy and Pearly. (Peter's sister)
We were suppose to practise but we ended up doing other non-practice related activities. DON'T think dirty. Especially YOU! Yes, you Pearly. I ended up reading Doremon and Shin Chan comics and watching videos on Yu Kit's phone while the both of them watched videos and their private stuff which I won't mention. But it doesn't include me. So off with you're dirty thoughts. Bah...

We watched a movie. Half a movie actually. Night Museum. YK said it was a horrow movie and tried to scare me. Got me totally off-guard but I did not scream. I bet they would have loved it if I did. Then we went to eat our lunch, came back, practised for a while and watched kiddy movies. After that we went back. Long story short.

It was supposed to be a short post but ended up being a not-so-short-one.
I had fun so no regrets except that I wished Pearly was there too so we can have double the fun.
Next time, Pearly, you better make it. Someone wished you were there too. No surprise who that someone was. *winks*

Gotta ciao. Toodles.

Till I post again.

Nerd's read. Storybooks.

Looks like I'm still alive.
No one seems to have updated their blogs. I'm in the no ones' too.
Not anymore.
I'm a little hyper and over the edge thanks to Chris who got it from Vick.
I believe it's contagious. It's called the be-super-duper-hyper syndrome.
Originated from unknown. But Vick caught it from who knows where and passed it to Chris who passed it to me. So there you go. TA-DA!

I'm really tired these days. Not to mention LAZY. Really lazy.
My teacher said I've gone shorter. Is it possible?
All I know is that I've gained weight. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep. That became my daily routine.
I don't want to but I'm so lethargic.

Anyone wants to know how to be smart? It's really easy. I watched Vicki doing it.
Okay, first you need a workbook. Any workbook. Preferably on the subject that's coming out in the exams. Then open the book and put it on your head. Leave it there for as long as you like. You're brain will slowly absorb the questions and answers. Ask Vicki if it works. ROFL.
I just wasted my time writing all that crap. But it was real funny when Vicki did it. Chris and I rubbed the book on her head so she could absorb knowledge faster. Smart, hey?

We're not acquainted no more. Sorry to say. But I can't stand it anymore.

It's a short post but I

Actually it's when I'm free. Or feel like posting which I don't feel like these days.

I rather be hyper-super-duper-happy then depressed and emo.
I'm sick of everyone asking that question. What if I said I wasn't fine. What would you do?
Might as well go with the "I'm fine" answer.
I'm like an emotional wreck. Totally absurd. That coming from a girl who's lost most of the time.
Figures.

I like it when you try to make me happy. I like it when you sing. It makes me happier bit by bit.
Smile. And it passes. So make my day. SMILE. =3

Toodles.

P.S. Thanks for making me feel better. You know who you are. =]
P.P.S. Aina, nak gambar!!

Rants for rats.

I know what to get Chrissy for her birthday.

SANDPAPER and CHALK.

Lots and lots of them.
I bet she'll love them. Think of it as a childhood gift though you're still in your childhood. =]
So Chrissy, how about it?

I knew it would be mind-boggling. It was. It is. That book takes a long time to read. I don't know why. It just does. I usually finish a book in a day. Got so used to it that it feels weird to not finish a book in a day.

I got so sick of it that I don't bother anymore. Why can't you guys just get straight to the damn point? What's the use of twisting and turning the whole thing when you freaking know that you're going to end up hurting her? You won't know how it feels till the same thing occurs to you. You wouldn't want it.

PP, I don't agree with what you did. But you simply wrote what I felt about her. Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks the same way. Every time she does it, I forgive her or should I say them but it doesn't mean I forget about it. I just don't dwell on it. What's the use of reminiscing the past, especially something that makes you angry and frustrated?

I'm becoming very emotional these days. No one knows the whole story.
I just can't seem to say it out. So I'm using this blog as a vent. To keep me sane.
Someday I won't be able to contain it anymore and just burst out crying.
I suggest you to stop reading cause these are all rantings. Nothing but rantings.

We, as in my school, have no cheer team anymore. Thinking of it, it's seems really sadistic.
Obviously I had hoped for something better. I mean come on, performances are a blast but I doubt we'll be going for any this year at the rate we're going. Such a waste. I've gone really rusty.
Back pains are a sore. Refrains you from doing anything.
Pray that I'll heal from the back pains sooner than soon.

I did say earlier in my post that I had a story to tell but I'll keep it for later.

Till happy days come passing by.

P.S. I will talk to you. It's been what, a month?

Plain.

The post before this is very disturbing.
I admit.
My fingers hover over the delete button to delete the post but I'm going to leave it there.
As a reminder to me.

I'm all choked up inside.
It's hard. And it's getting harder. And harder as the days passes by.

Actually I do have a story to post about but someone's pestering me to get off the computer though I just got on it. So I'll keep it short.

My blog is plain. Really plain. And boring. Not to mention. One look at it and you feel the urge to yawn and lay on the bed. Will anyone help me to bring life to it? Say teach me to use blog skins, modify them, make it more lively? I would love to give it a try.

Till the next post.

All's out after all.

Your statement isn’t true. You said an outright lie. And you down right knew it.

Atrociously, you even said it with a cheerful sing-song cheerful voice and added a smirk in the end. What a ravishing end. To me, it was as though you just spewed profanities right in my face.

If I could only shove a pipe down your throat, then you wouldn’t be able to repeat those insulting, hurting, self-inflicting words again. But what’s done is already done. You can’t undo the past. What’s said has already been said.

It's hard to stand on shifting sand
It's hard to shine in the shadows of the night
You can't be free if you don't reach for help
You cant love if you don’t love yourself

I know your intentions. It doesn’t hurt anymore to be left out. ‘Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim’ Besides, three’s a crowd. Three people with strong personalities will just end up frequently clashing into one another. Sure, you two merged into one. I don’t mind. I don’t envy you guys. I don’t feel a thing. I respected you two. But I think you’re going way overboard with you’re inconsiderate, thoughtless talks. I often pondered, you two had each other throughout the tough and challenging process. You two were often one. I had two more other with me. We were a trio while you both were twins. But now I’m left alone. It feels so vulnerable. It’s like being stripped of everything, standing in the dark with no one there to comfort you or tell you that everything is going to be all right.

I don’t need your pity. And I don’t want it. None. Nada. Glitch. If only the other two had pass. We’ll be having tons of fun now. But who am I to complain? I’ve learn so much.

It's like the sun is shining when the rain is pouring down
It's like my soul is flying though my feet are on the ground
Its like the world is silent though I know it isnt true
Its like the breath of Jesus right here in this room

To be tougher. To not mind your insulting retorts. To keep my mouth shut cause you don’t deserve my breath. I’ll just be wasting it. To learn to be on my own. To count on my own abilities. To think. Hard. To learn to forgive you. To smile as though it doesn’t mean the world to me. To be tough. To stop the tears from flowing. To learn to trust in God. To learn to seek Him. To sum it all, God is always there for me as long as I have faith in him so I should SMILE for whatever’s worth. Why bother worrying.

Whew, all’s out. Don’t I feel relieved. Everyone I mentioned above is going to remain anonymous. I like it that way. Then everyone can go on thinking or believing that everyone lives their happy, peaceful blissful life. Or that maybe Kelly needs some counseling. Oh well… Shucks. I’m perfectly fine, emotionally. The same can’t be said physically. But I’m healing. So smile. *Trust me, you’ll get sick of this word, thanks to me. =]

P.S. Hey KH, I should have bought you the pink one. Then you can show all the girls you’re gayness. ROFL.

P.P.S. That was Latin. If you want to know what it means. Ask me.

Blank. Or not.

There’s a lot going on my mind right now. I don’t know where to start.

I skipped school today. Not the first.
Oh well.. I had fun NOT going to school for a change.
I went to the chiropractor to treat my back. It still hurts a little and I have to go back again.
But I can still jump and prance around like a bunny. The pangs of pain comes and goes.
The treating process was pain. At the beginning.

I went to KLCC after going to the chiropractic and my mum did some chores.
We went with two of my aunt's friends from Greece. As usual, we walked.
Whenever my aunt returns from England the whole household becomes happy, agitated and excited. I absolutely love the atmosphere. It's the time when you get to see smiles lighting up the faces of my family members.
I asked Maria and her sister whose name I can't remember, it's complicating questions about Greece and the traditions, culture and weather. Mostly I listen to the adults talking. You get to learn a lot just by listening.
I bought books too. Hard to resist. So I have lots of distraction now.

I'm going to try. It's hard I know. But you told me it's always hard at the beginning. Ain't it.
It keeps getting harder and harder. Maybe it's cause I'm not passionate about it anymore. But I still enjoy playing. So that counts for something. I should spent more time practicing.

HAC is limited to 4 people per centre. So it means I can't go. Cause the main priority are new people. Sheesh. I want to meet back all the friends I made last year. And now I can't. Unless I help out. That is only if they need help. But since they already have a HAC committee, my help won't be needed. Shucks.

Being happy ain't hard. It just counts on your perspective of life. She makes happy really easy. It makes you want to smile along. Why not?

So I'm going to smile for whatever's worth.

Toodles. For now.

Till I post again. =]

Petrify.

When you were inflicted by the similar incident,

My head went whirring rekindling the past.

An unpleasant memory comes hitting me hard.
It hadn't been long when it occurred.
I went on thinking uncontrollably.
Mind thinking, thoughts racing.
I refused to dwell on it but my head had other opinions.
Slowly, painfully it seeps into my mind.
As night came, nightmares creep into my dreams.
Hard as I try to not think about it, I couldn't.
I just had to.
You reminded me of it.
Nightmares terrify me in my sleep.
I want them to stop.
But I can't.
Till I learn to let go of the past.
And head on to the future.
Just as the nightmares began to fade away.
The same incident strikes you.
And I saw how it affected you.
Then, I knew the nightmare would be back again.
More horrifying and terrifying.

It's not really a post.
This suddenly came to me when I heard what happened to her.
It just brought back these horrible truths.
I'll blog a long post next time. Soon. I hope.
Oh, my phone's working again.
Got to go.
Toodles.