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Fairytale
'cause I don't care for your fairytales You're so worried about the maiden though you know She's only waiting on the next best thing Snow White is doing dishes again cause What else can you do With seven itty-bitty men? Sends them to bed and calls up a friend Says will you meet me at midnight? The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows

Hello there, all you have to know is that I'm going on seventeen and that I bite.
I like school a lot because of my very hyper/funny classmates, tablemates especially.
Flipping and being out of gravity's reach momentarily gives me a thrill sometimes.
I love being in planes too cause its something I rarely experience.
And I've figured that though the Earth may be trembling, all is fine.
So, there's enough rambling.
I hope you have something to tag about with regards to my posts!

And love me,
for I am phenomenal. ♥

Saturday, December 26, 2009,1:50 am

Still trying to figure out that very moment my life got so messed up.

I don't understand why I feel guilty not blogging, when there's obviously no one visiting this place. Probably because I'm trying to deceive myself that there are people reading. Hur. Regardless, I think I have a responsibility towards this site. After all, its my blog, meant to record down different stages of my life.

So, I think I've been completely moody and different this holiday. Things with family, and school, and myself just start to get clearer once you get the opportunity and time to stop and look around, you know? I'm not gonna say what things are screwing my life and myself up, but they are really, really crucial to me right now. Maybe a passer-by can go, 'hey, I thought this is easy to settle. And by telling others, you can get help.' But whatever, one of the many things I've pretty much decided and figured by myself is that keeping things of yourself from others is still the best way to protect me.

School's starting in mid-Jan, which is totally later than usual, so this Christmas didn't feel like one at all. We had a family dinner, thus my facebook status. I've just been staying at home rotting, reading books, trying to get myself to go out and exercise + study for SMTP tryouts in hcjc next year, but failing miserably. Late nights are of course, one of the reasons why I am not waking up early to jog/walk/swim/go to the library to study. Still, this is one of the many holidays where I've been able to do so many things without feeling the numerous emotions that come along with it. At least I went for training, and am planning to continue to train hard for A div next year. Being forced to wake up (sort of) is a refreshing experience after 1 month plus of sleeping till 12pm in the afternoon.

//rant over.
I suspect that I may sound incoherent, mental and all fed up in the above paragraphs, but that was the raw, unadulterated emotions that I have kept pent up in me for long. Just being able to type what I feel (even now) does not make anything feel easier, but sort of liberated. Maybe just the fake impression I give myself that there is someone whom I can talk to and get solutions from, you know? -inserts weak smile-

Merry Christmas everyone.