which I'm planning to write, except I've just received a quite urgent call from nature. Seems my detoxification ritual is revving to be started.
God. Holding something in that is supposed to go OUT, is horrible.
Tunggu kejap. I datang balik selepas menyelesaikan businessku. thanks. byebye
selesai. Ahem . story telling.
Once upon a time, there lived a bubbly little girl who never grew up, named PRINCESS FIONA.
On the 8th of September, FIona celebrated her early...
Although FIona's birthday is on the 9th of September, FIona's great friend, Rachel, planned a surprise party the night before...
The birthday girl, who turned up with her boyfriend and brother, who were both in cahoots with Rachel, was successfully surprised..
Look at her. Beaming so happily with her two helium balloons...
actually...
I also want helium balloons...
but wo bu gan jiang...=,(
Many attended princess Fiona's surprise birthday bash...
(L-R) There was Shanghong the bulky, Germaine the model, Rachel the organizer, Mandy the sole dweller of MandyLALAland, EN Lin the Mon-Keh, Princess Fiona the birthday girl, Luyi the... birthday girl punya bf, Clarys the shoe fetish, Jia Wei the princess (shy), Ying Xian the longlegs, Justin the... justea. , Alia the sizzling, Sean the muscular, Senglee the p*t*t*, Yi Ming the giggly.
wah. susah nak think of names for all of them.
But I did it.
Cos I am Jia Wei.
The Great.
hahahahaha. not funny.
and why am I half bending my knees?? cos I arrived late , having rushed there striaght from French class, and had to pose awkwardly in front. super chou, like wanna shit only. En Lin too. haha.
btw, I'm gonna categorize everything I wear in pictures from now on. SO here goes..
Top: PInk tank top from VOIR. (approx RM 30)
Bottom: Skirt from some boutique (approx RM 30 also)
Shoes : ballerina flats from Topshop (RM 149.90, had to beg so long baru dapat)
bag : GUESS. (approx 350. )
not bad. I dress quite economically. I was going for the Boho look. hmm..
The guests mingled and the royalties of PL2 dominated Itallianies that night...
c'est (L-R), Clarys, Ying Xian, Germain, et moi.
omg. im shortest.
I really like these two pictures of Alia and Sean.. In the above, they look... très gai.
And below, Alia just looks.. so adorable. Like a little sleepeh kitteh.
I just noticed, in the above pic, Germaine's sexy toosh. (as Alia calls it). ok now u stop staring at my cousin's behind!
sleepeh kitteh. !
AH, the belles of PL2, with the birhday princèssese in the middle.
Fiona laugh laugh laugh until something plopped out, I'm assuming.. judging from Luyi's hand...
omg. Imagine..
Fiona laughing laughing AHAHAHAHHAHAHA , loud and carefree, the way she always does.. then out flies something, which Luyi skilfully catches with his palm.. With his other hand, he deftly snatches up a napkin and clamps it to Fiona's mouth, preventing further bits of food from flying out...
Luyi..
Food catcher...
coming to theatres soon.
harhar.
FIona and her helium balloons..
sniff..
helium balloons....
Wah wah wah. The princess collected a lot of gifts that night, and left a happy happy birthday girl! =)
and they lived happily ever after.
the end.
Pictures we took before leaving..
Look at my ugly scar.. yuck. like egg yolk gone wrong.
This is Clarys and En Lin.. Clarys is trying to tie a knot with the cherry stalk, but gagal.
She's the one to thank for all these photos here. Mérci banyak, mademoiselle Clarys.
Ah, French classes are paying off... After only... about 5 lessons, I now know the meaning of the crucial bit of lyric in Christina Aguilera's Lady Marmalade song...
"Voulez vous corcher avec moi, ce soir."
Lil' kim: Where's all mah soul sistas Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas
Mya: Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Mya: He met Marmalade down IN old Moulin Rouge Struttin' her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
Chorus: Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea) Creole lady Marmalade
Lil' Kim: What What, What what Mya: ooh oh
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Lil' Kim: yea yea yea yea
Pink: He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens yeah
Chorus: Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what) Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Lil' Kim: yea yea uh He come through with the money and the garter bags I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh We independent women, some mistake us for whores I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes 4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas We drink wine with diamonds in the glass bottle case the meaning of expensive taste if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya Mocha Chocalate-a what? Real Lady Marmalade One more time C'mon now
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
Christina: hey Hey Hey! Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more
Pink: Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
Mya: Sleepin' the grey flannel life Christina: But when he turns off to sleep memories creep, More-more-more
Chorus: Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea) Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon! uh)
WAHHH!!! BANGGA! soon I'll be watching sohisticated French films like La Vie en Rose in the original language and actually UNDERSTAND what they're saying!
btw la vie en rose = the life of a rose. (kebanggaan yang teramat)
ok, au revoir!
jwC
edit: amidst this haze of laziness, I'm looking forward to a lovely hot stone massage tmr! teehee. Imma do a post on it and it'll be my first post under Life's Little Luxuries!
btw.. do massages = exercise? cos I haven't been skating or going to ballet for months now and I have the feeling my muscles are turning to flab..
oh god.
PS: SEE LA. I try to insert category myself but it's just a stupid thing a the top of each post that says... [category] .
I've been on break for more than a week now. Before the start of this approximately 2 week long break, I told myself, very strictly, that I'll give myself until Sunday (which is last Sunday) to relax, then I'll haul myself back up on the studying wagon and get my brain buzzing with knowledge...
except that never happened.
3 days of relaxation turned to 4
which turned to 5
which turned to a week.
Which is why until today, I've done NOTHING productive. Nothing. NOTHING. It's like being an alcoholic and telling yourself, after so many years of not drinking, that one little sip can't hurt...
But then the sip turns to a gulp which turns to a glass which turns to a bottle which turns to a carton.. and so on.
If only they have a rehab centre for the lazy, whereby you check yourself in and they somehow MAKE you study. By electrocuting your brains, by torture, by hypnotising you. I don't really care. SO long as I study, cos AS finals are in... appoximately a month. And there really IS NO TIME LEFT.
If anyone of you reading this have any good advice for me to study and stop being the lazy bum that I've become, please do enlighten me.
For a further emphasis on just how lazy I am now, here's a list.
1. The amount of time I spend asleep far surpasses the amount of time I spend awake. And I wake up around noon daily. And fall back asleep in the afternoon all the way till dinner. The only time I don't sleep like a pig, is when I...
2. Spend whole days out. Ever since the holidays started, I've been going out almost everyday and can now formally announce that I am broke. Broke. BROKE.
3. Sometimes,... I forget if I've taken my bath that day.. or if I've performed any vital detoxification rituals (also known as shitting). Also, I forget what day of the week it is... That's how far gone my mind is.
4. I'm just too lazy. TOO LAZY. I realy hate myself for being like this, but when I make up my mind to actually DO SOMETHING USEFUL, a wave of lethargy envelopes me and I end up sleeping... =.=
somebody, please kindly knock me out of the realm of the supreme sloth.
On to happier things, we celebrated two very significant birthdays this past week, the first being that of my cousin, Germaine.
I don't wanna eleborate too much, cos it might get boring, but here're the brief details and accompanying pictures.
Place: Victoria Station, TAIPAN.
Date: 11th September 2008
Event: Germaine's 18th birthday.
Back row (L-R) : Izzat, Max, Yee Lian, En Lin
Front row (L-R) : Clarys, moi, the birthday girl looking every bit the model, and shang hong, who was a major contributor to the whole planning of Germaine's birthday (correct spelling ah?)
This picture is blurred, sampai my own face looks like a watercolour painting, but I put it up cos at the right hand corner of the picture, two very adorable people are striking very adorable poses =)
again, blur, but Germaine is smiling realy happily.
Blur, but I'm smiling realy happily. harhar.
I look funny here and so does Izzat. it's like the camera knows whose birthday it is and specifically focused on that person =)
I look like a possessed person (my eyes!), but Germaine is all sorts of glam here and Izzat is putting on his sexaay eyes.
More pics in En Lin's canggih camera to be up soon =)
Also, FIona's 18th Birthday..
Alex's 18th Birthday..
And I wonder why I'm broke..
now , I shall try to get my ass to sit still and study.
toodles!
jwC
note: all photos are credited to CLARYS, the one in the sexy turqoise top . Link on your left, click!
PS: DOes anybody have any idea how to insert a "categories" template into my blog main template?? please do lend a helping hand! thanks!!!
I always wanted to try lying on the road... But somehow it's just not he same doing it in the parking lot in college. No thrill. tsk.
Look at my fringe wei, some 60's big hair thing going on there.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with Ying Xian. It just deals me a harsh blow to my ego every time I look up to see her towering over me and walking with that sexy stride like some Gisele Bunchen of the East. alangkah malangnya, ku.
When I try to act super yeng, I end up losing my balance. The above is me, losing my balance. Not some canggih pose.
When SHE poses, she looks like the cover of MAXIM or CLEO.
This, is Ying Xian LongLegs. Ya, I know. You feel like your legs are tree stumps now hor. Bayangkan I feel like that every single day. Imagine my ego starting out as a hot air balloon. Now it's roughly the size of... a dented ping pong ball.
keGORGEOUSan yang teramat mulia.
She was really talking on the phone, but managed to look like she's posing for Samsung or Nokia...
Ya Tuhan. WHY???? WHY ME!!!
my godilocks...
I look fondly at the pictures, and I miss you more than ever.
goodbye, my lover.
Goodbye my crowning glory.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me .
You made me appear like SOME SORT of glam. But now you're gone.. AM I destined to be a bag lady now? AM I DESTINED TO HAVE UNRULY HAIR YANG SEMACAM THE THING in THE ADDAM FAMILY?????
Don't answer me, Lord. thanks.
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Lord, a bird shat on my head. I take it you deigned it necessary to answer anyways. Thanks.
okla, not funny. dont laugh.
Marilyn Monroe wannabe but fail. This looks like an ad for a constipation cure.
Drink gopoopoo, and your poo poo will slide right out!! or sth like that.
FAIL.
I look busty wei.....
HAHAHHAHAHHAA.
Optical Illusion.
yang ini, i suka.
and here i sit, just reminiscing, of my locks, all dead on the floor.
My head looking like a mop as I walked out the saloon door.
Why the hell did I went do that for?
Chopped off my locks and now, my hair, I wish I had more.
It's Sunday, and for the first time in so long.. I feel so relaxed, not having to worry about anything but what to eat for lunch...
It's also..
GERMAINE ONG JIA MIN's 18th BIRTHDAY TODAY.
to all of you reading this. GERMAINE is my FAVOURITE BESTEST COUSIN and Imma have a special day all planned out for her. THANK YOU to all who contributed. SPECIAL thanks to SHANG HONG. I'm sorry you're still listed as GerGuy in my handphone contact list. And i'm sorry I laughed at your name.
EVERYBODY MUST WISH MY COUSIN HAPPY BIRTHDAY OKAY! MUST!!!
LEAVE UR WISHES IN THE COMMENT BOX. I've set up a tracker device to monitor every IP address viewing this page. If you don't leave a message, a small but all the same potentially harmful virus will start downloading and your computer will shut down automatically. SO DO IT. I'm serious...
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hahaha. Like I even know what an IP address is. harharhar. but just do it all the same.
.... are two guys whom I know and have known for some years, and they are going off to become PILOTS!!! canggih! off to Melaka with their heads filled with dreams of one day captaining an airbus, of flying off to exotic places where exotic people live (exotic people = exotic girls). To spend their days soaring above the clouds, to commandeer such a large machine, to be responsible for hundreds of lives...
fare you well!!! go be superb pilots and ...
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give me free tickets, please thank you. kemurahan hatimu didahului jutaan terima kasih.
There was a farewell dinner held for them on Monday at the new Pizza Uno! in Taipan, the one facing the main road, on the same row as KFC. And... pictures.
starting off with me. harharhar. ya tuhan, rambut memang thin sangat.
I tried this fizzy apple thingy, and it was gOOD! RM9 of fizzy happiness!!! It's not too sickly sweet like those sparkling juices you find in shopping malls that cost only rM 6 for a big bottle. THIS bottle of juice only tastes like fruits! AUTHENTIC, GENUINE taste!
And it's non-alcoholic, but ...
(NOTE: At yesterday's french lesson, my teacher said that in ACTUAL FACT, there is no such word as NON in english. In French, non means no. But in english, there is no such word. so all the signs you see saying non-smoking area, are actually using the French word non. check in the dictionary, if you want . Interesting hor! )
makes you behave like this..
yang ini, En Lin suruh I act seductive... tak jadi. fail.
This is Jia Shen. He's one of my bestest guy friends. He is in the pursuit of leng-zhai ness.
SO he tries to find his BEST ANGLE..
Fail.
Lagi FAIL. Fail x2
SUCCESS.
Jia Shen: "When I cover my face like this, my eye looks like Brad Pitt hor.!!"
nola. Actually Jia Shen is very sexy. Why? cos he knows me. HAHAH
This is moi et En Lin (me and En Lin)
EN LIN is the person to credit for all these pictures you're looking at. He's really a nice person and will only charge a minimum rate if you would like to hire him as a photographer for any function. DO let me know =). Or, visit his blog at http://nzboy.blogspot.com.
C'est moi, tres gai.!
(this is me, very happy)
yala, my French sangat minimal vocab.
Moi et QI Hong, who's one of the guys who will dole out free first class tickets to me in future. Thank You. I must be nicer to you, ya?
C'est moi, unhappy.
C'est moi, gai! (and yes, gai is actually the gay as in happy in English)
C'est Moi et Cherly.
(L-R) C'est Joann et moi et Cherly. Nous sommes belle! (we are beautiful) hahaha.
and poor jia shen, who wanted to be in the picture, tetapi cut off by the photographer. Kesian. FAIL!
Jia Shen's second attempt. Better, but still...
FAIL
ah! vous etes tres belles!
(ah! they are very beautiful!)
Jia Shen gave up. kesian, tetapi masih..
FAIL.
I reprimand Jia shen for trying to stick his face in all out pictures, to which he replied...
"All I wanted was a picture with you... =( "
kesian. So I took pictures with him and only charged him RM 5 per picture.
This, I put up cos i think I look nice. (RM5)
This, cos we were both smiling. (RM 5 x 2)
and This, to show that Jia Shen is actually VERY TAALLL, which is why ladies, try to grab ahold of this fella! There are scarcely any tall guys like HIM around anymore.
advertisement tamat.
HAHAHAHHA
ok, to clear Jia Shen's name... He is actually a superb friend and a wonderful person to hang out with cos everything just sounds funny. He is also single and available. Not for rent.
hahahahhahaha. SORRY JIA SHEN. He's actually quite handsome loh. alot of my friends say he's hot.
EN LIn panas juga.
saya paling panas.
hahahahaha.
ok byebye !!
off to Yi Ming's house for a scream fiesta! a marathon of scary movies!!! teehee.
These are a few of the pictures I took wayyy back and never got the chance to post up.
getting sick of my face hor. I see also sien. hahahah.
Last one
now I feel super tak glam with my short hair. pfft.
my knee feels like it's suffering from a battle-inflicted wound. everybody must be extra nice to me. Even my trial papers for today were more difficult. super malang. Last paper tomorrow! =) Who wants to go out?
And i remember that time I fell as we were walking to the bus stop, right there on the sidewalk. My heels got caught in the hem of my jeans and I fell forward, landing on both knees. Not hesitating, you swooped down to help me up and my first instinct was to cry, which I did.
I was wearing the same pair of heels today. And I fell again. The heel got caught in the hem of my stretchy pants. Again. I landed on both knees. Again...
Judging my the much bigger wound to my right knee and approximating my weight at 48 Kg, I'd say my right knee took 40 Kgs and the left a meagre 8 Kgs.
...Except it was worse this time around. My initial response was to cry. But then, who'll be the one making jokes and laughing at me, "so careless loh you, by. haih, lai, guai la hm.. bu yao ku liao." hahaha. telling me I'm careless and can't even walk straight, brush off my knees and make cooing noises even though it's just a small thing. No one. So I pushed the cry baby thoughts away and laughed sardonically at my own stupidity and my amazing capability of falling even when I'm walking on flat ground.
ouch, though.
fyi, presents make me feel better, I'm just saying wtg.
jwC
edit: and someone just reminded me.. of the time i fell in the mud, and sat there looking up at you, tears already creeping into my eyes, my uniform stained with mud, all over my bottom. I just sat there, waiting for you to turn back, looked at you walk toward me, waited til you picked me up.
got to stand up on my own now. That's what my feet are for.. to slip, fall, and stand again. over and over.
no questions, please. much appreciated. thanks.
Ode to A Nightingale - Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, - That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?
... with it's mellow music, trickling so delicately out of hidden speakers, with the calm ambience, the soft, soft, shades of yellow lamps. the friendly smiles of people greeting you from behind the counter. And you're surprised at how a total stranger can appear so friendly (where are your friends?) , and yet people you thought you knew best, and who knew you best in return, could be anything but friendly at times. again, again, again, end.
Ji Herng's laptop, a paper cup of hot chocolate to soothe the nerves,my calculator and math papers, shouting for me to pay attention to them. Kenny strolls in, unkempt, his hair wet from the shower, grinning like a guilty kid because he was playing games early in the morning instead of coming here to do his maths. My topshop flats and the sweet medicine of a strawberry lollipop, the aftertaste still lingering on my tongue. The jazz tunes stroking every bruise, my hair no longer sweeping down my back, tangles in its ends, masked by a false facade of glamorous curls... it frames my bone structure now. Tickles my shoulders, but wanders not beyond that.
The remnants of the artwork someone drew on my hand with liquidpaper still etched on the skin on the back of my hand...
I sit on the forest green couch, inside starbucks. A couple o' guys wave from outside the glass. why, hello there. I recognise you and you, but you over there with the golden hair and the bigass smile. who are you?
calm, calm, soothe.
I am not perfect, but look, the cracks in the porcelain are healing. Beautiful, fragile porcelain. Be whole again. Day by day, time wll retrace the spiderweb of cruel lines on your smooth surface, and lo and behold, before you even know it, you're whole. Can't say there will be no miniscule reminders of your once imperfect visage. But it'll be so small, nothing but a gentle reminder, with no more impact on you whatsoever. Like a stray crouton in your soup, a passing be in your blooming garden.
My hot chocolate begs to be consumed before it turns cold. Kenny's funny child-like face is tempting me to laugh out loud.
love
jwC
ps: if anyone wants to entertain me and drop by, harhar, it's the starbucks in SS15 =)
I chopped it all off today. The first thing I thought off as i woke up was "it has to go. All of it". And so I did it.
I suppose this brings some sort of significance to me.. A new beginning, a shedding of the past. But then again, it might be nothing at all.
I've been hesitant about cutting my hair short for a long time. But then now, there's nothing holding me back, is there? And I WANT to get rid of it. It's all split ends and frizzled strands anyways. And i dont need those. Sure, there was a touch of the glam factor about having long, wavy hair. And I'll surely miss those.. but I'm good now, too. Or I will be, as soon as I get over it and adapt to this new concept.
it was time anyways. at least now I don't have to keep mending my ends. Again and again, day after day, painstakingly snipping off the twig-like ends with a scissors after scissors (I've lost so many pairs)
...Including the first-felt passion and the feeling of being engulfed by the person you felt, and told, was the sun to your milky way, the cheese to your macaroni, the salami to your sushi, your "love" , "one and only", "forever and ever".
I suppose there IS no such thing as forever? Forever is the unattainable, but remains the one thing that all of us hope is not fiction and strive to attain. But why? It's like camping in the forest night after night, awaiting the white unicorn you saw in a dream to appear and speak to you in French. Tu et tres morsche. (You are bloody ugly )
( and yes , i finally took up French, after blabbing about it for so long. The first word I made the teacher teach me was bitch. Which he refused to.)
Deceit , lies and manipulation are common human traits, I think. I admit to having used those before, many times. But to have it used on you is a real kick in the rump, huh? bitter laughter. "Do not unto others what you do not wish others to do to you." - Confucius? Wise words. And yet we blame those who toy with us the way we toy with others. how ironic.
If honesty is the best policy, and I almost fully agree with this, it should be delivered smack on time. If you think so and so is ugly like an ogre, tell so and so the minute you lay eyes on his/her face, not after being his/her friend for years , always denying , saying 'nola, you're pretty' when they ask you about their fugness and out of nowhere, hit them at point blank with a blunt "yalah. you're fucking ugly I wanna puke my dinner and yesterday's breakfast"
To think one is important in another person's life is a wonderful feeling, no? You walk around everyday thinking "i am the mOST IMPORTANT PERSON in "so and so" 's life! HAHAHAHA SO HAPPY"
and then one day you realise that the raised dais with it's ornamented gold decorations and exotic flowers upon which you thought you stood upon is all a huge, big , ugly, farce, And you mentally kick yourself over and over for never really LOOKING to SEE that what you're standing on is in fact a big pile of manure, honey. Smell the cowed coffee, sweetie. Take a nice, deep breath.
TO think you were a favourite companion, the Bonnie to his/her Clyde, the B1 to his/her B2. (Hi B1! Hello B2) for tHIS LONG. and suddenly realise that OH MY GAWD I am the genuine chicken poop fertiliser to your blooming orchid, the stubborn gum stuck that moved from the pavement to your shoe. wow. harhar. SMILE, your face is priceless.
TO think "so and so" actually enjoyed YOUR company above all others and that YOU are the 1st on "so and so" 's LIST OF MY FAVOURITEST, MOST LOVED PEOPLE . And the last, cos there're no others. haha.
Only to realise that the list you're on is "WARINING!!! VERY ANNOYING!!! A PEST!!! GET INTO CONTACT RANGE ONLY WHEN ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY OR WHEN FULFILLING YOUR RESPONSIBILITY". And you look around you and realise that the person next to you on that list is the dandruff king of the century and the ugly girl who thinks she's Adriana Lima.
You thought you were the sun and though "so and So" has many other friends, they are nothing but passing bits of rock known as meteorites when compared to you, the ever blazing, ever magnificent STAR.
Knock Knock. You're the meteorite, yo.
KICK. IN. THE. FACE. haha. Accept with RELISH.
highly fictional, and is only something I thought off. Since this post may stir up some unwanted, prying, questions, asking me to explain a problem that is non-existent, comments are allowed, but I won't answer the nosy ones. hahaha.
that be all .
jwc
ps : So, really, does time erase all? Make the once wonderful seem wilted and dull? make the once powerful Kings nothing but ash and dust? Make passion and love become an overwhelming responsibility and annoyance?
yes.
pps: and seriously, this is nothing to do with my personal life or love life or lackthereof or whatever. ESPECIALLY the DOT ah, confirm wanna ask what's wrong. hahaha. but nothing, seriously. okbyebye.
toodles!
