It all happened 13 years ago when my dad knew my mum was pregnant and bought a "20, 0001 names for a baby" book. He flipped through it for ages, finding a name that's unique and at the same time utterly meaningful.
Until today I've been skimming through each page repeatedly, and in a scrunched up paper holds the many names I want to name my future kids. If this goes on, my daughter will probably end up with a name that goes like, "Joey Ariel Joeline (surname) Dana Jo Mel Jie Yi".
I've found out that "Cullen" means "Handsome".
Now we all know how Edward Cullen got his name.

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There are people on Earth whom when you praise them, get shy and turn humble.

There are others who will go, "Of course, of course" but it's merely at the tip of the tongue, not actually meaning it.

There are some, who thinks highly of themselves and is never ready to take others' comments, instead try to succeed on their own.
Some, who always wants help to be constantly improving, but never eager to help others in need.
Some, who has much pride in themselves, fighting for the best, never pausing to reflect on their mistakes, wants to strive for excellence, achieving the top positions, but yet does not give a damn on who they're trampling on.

"Talent is God given, Be humble. Fame is Man given, be grateful. Conceit is You given, be careful."

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I've got good news & bad news.
Good news: My sore throat is cured! :D *clap for me!*
Bad news: I'm sneezing every nano second.


Y'know as I see people's wishlist and get taken aback by the number of bags / skirts / shirts they yearn for, I compare them with mine and realise that I do not have them.
That's partly because when I want something, I buy it. But later I chuck it somewhere, buried in my wardrobe and forget about it.
I start to reflect on this and I start wondering if what my mum said is right... That because I spend too much, I may not have savings next time when I go out to the working life.
I'm afraid. Really. It's like, when I go out with my friends and thus I don't have that much cash with me, I don't manage to buy. And when I get home, I totally forgot that I wanted to buy it.
If I stopped to think whether I need the stuff even when I have the cash, I will save loads on things that I actually don't really want.
And with the current ongoing economic recession... I should help my parents save money.
Yes, so from today onwards, I will buy stuff that I need! :D


Okay that's it, I'm deluded.
Being sick makes my mind go crazy.
Of course I'm still going to buy that nike bag :D

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ARGHH THERE'S SOMETHING MAJORLY WRONG WITH MY BLOGGG!
HTML pros, you're in for a job.
(of course, it must be FOC lah.)

-xx-
Where have you gone,
in your place instead,
stood a stranger I can't recognise.

Your mouth starts to form words I can't comprehense,
your thoughts mixed me up.
Your fists of fights for the academy of high-ranking positions left me stupified,
does being at the top carry that much importance to you?

Self-centered, that's the kind of people you've used to gossip and bicker about,
but look where you're heading.
Where have the other priorities like friendship gone to?
Or is competing the only thing that you see in your eyes.
-xx-

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Stella sent me new songs which are melodious and beautiful, gently wrapped with meanings. I feel obliged to sing along, to let the melody ring in my mind and run through every blood vessel in my soul.
But some stupid thing in my throat made it sore, thus I could only manage an indistinct croak.
Note to it: Just because you're unbearably hurting me, it doesn't mean that you can obstruct my singing.
And anyway, I can still swallow with a pathetic dot like you in my throat.

Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
I just realised that I couldn't eat chocolates with you little wimppy ball in my throat.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Here's a joke which my mum shared with me:
Finding a love partner is just like finding a parking lot in a shopping mall that's always mulling with shoppers.
Because when you finally found a lot...
it's a handicapped.

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I need a break omgosh.
Life is peeing into my coffee and stepping on my toes.

Jodi Picoult's Mercy is excellent.

AND D'YOU KNOW THAT CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC IS IN THE NEWSPAPERS!!!
:D :D
& it hasn't come to Singapore, damnit.
WHO WANTS TO GO WATCH WITH MEEE!
So far Eunice's coming! [:
Who else who elseee.
IT'S A GOOD SHOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

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You gave me a hint, I eased into it.
It was you & me against the world.
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I did?

Even so, I did it so to open up, the smiles were a hidden note to pretend.
I was stuck onto you, your endless words flooded my mind, leaving no space for the rest.
Yours was the first name that popped into my mind when I needed a leaning shoulder.
I was told, what's done can't be undone.
I told myself to forget, but somehow fighting it does no good.

Or did you lie from the start?
Was I a fool, thinking of the better?
Was it just a damned implication,
was it a joke I was supposed to fall into?

I almost accepted, but you suddenly disappeared.
You left, leaving me to figure how I was supposed to piece the broken shards together,
without giving me the model example.
Those mid sentences, are you going to finish it?
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I did?
'Cos I gotta know what made me unbeautiful.

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THIS HAS BEEN A HORRIBLE WEEK (with the exception of wednesday) !
Cum last week.
URGHHHHHHHH D:
2009 ain't looking bright enough for me to look forward to the next day.
Being supertitious doesn't help either. I've been avoiding no. 4 (apparently it's my unlucky no.) even to the extent that my music volume must be either 3 / 5 regardless of if it's too soft / too loud.
Call me crazy, but I want a better year.

Nonetheless I still have my amazing family & friends whom all in my opinion should be in the Mental Institute receiving aid to cure their illness. They're a bunch of sot people, but they never fail to make me smile. (:
I love you all ! <3

Then again, I don't see why not-so-nice people should interfere and causing my brain wires to disconnect.
I have a weakness - I can't say no.
I bet that if a terrorist whom bombed some country comes up to me and asks for $100 to pay for his daughter's school fees, forbid me but I would still give it to him.
God knows why.
It's infurating but yet at the same time blissful.
Unfortunately, it's more of infurating.
I don't particularly like people who come to me when they need help but suprisingly when I need their help they turn their backs.
I don't like people who duplicate my ideas and pass them off as their own, thus getting the exact same kind of credit which I deserved.
To sum them up all, I don't like self-centered people.

I hope that what Dr. Martin Luther King had said will come true: That others-centered people will cover up for those self-centered ones. That one day there would be a million helping hands reaching out, eager to help someone who's desperate.

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You spend 5 mins of your life reading my post.
Pulling out a kopitiam chair takes 2 secs of your life. Sitting down takes another 2.
You spend 10 mins carving out a schedule which you never got down to follow.
Yet we never paused to think about what we would have done in place of these minatures - saving the world, helping people, doing something important.
Because when you got right down to it, we lived for the sake of living.

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Whenever my day is getting rotten, I read. Reading gets my mind off things, when I read I can pretend that the world is heavenly but with a beep, I can get wrenched out of my thoughts and brought back to reality. Normally reading sob stories would cheer me up, because it feels good to know that there's always someone worse off than me in this world, a human trying to figure out if her existance would really matter, period.
After all, what's the point of digesting when you're going to pass it all out; what's the point of remembering when you're not going to forget.

Adults always say that they want to be fifteen again, because then they only needed to worry if the drop-dead gorgeous guy or the girl with the radiant smile fancied them and their algebra homework.
Lucky for them, they weren't born in the 20th century.

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