There's a first time for everything It's definitely one of them nights I knew when I looked in his eyes That he was gonna be trouble for me
I never wanted to lie I knew that my baby would cry If he knew what we were doing
But if his love don't pass the test I gotta get it from somewhere else When I'm gone and I need a man Hope he understands, forgive me baby
I gotta take a chance tonight So I'm doing me, myself and I Can wait no more, sitting all alone Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
Oh oh, hope you forgive me Oh oh, hope you forgive me Oh oh, I can wait no more Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
Been a long time since I Did something good for myself But why should I be put through hell? He's doing what he wanna do
I finally found somebody else Who really wants to make me feel Things that I've been missing so long
And his love always passed the test It's a shame I had to look somewhere else When I'm gone and I need a man I just hope that he understands (Forgive me baby)
I gotta take a chance tonight So I'm doing me, myself and I Can wait no more, sitting all alone Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
Oh oh, hope you forgive me Oh oh, hope you forgive me Oh oh, I can wait no more Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
Forgive me but I need to be loved too Forgive me but I can't wait around for you Forgive me if I found a man Who understands just what I need
Forgive me but I need to be loved too Forgive me if I can't wait around for you Forgive me if I found a man who understands Forgive me baby
I gotta take a chance tonight So I'm doing me, myself and I Can wait no more, sitting all alone Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
Oh oh, hope you forgive me Oh oh, hope you forgive me Oh oh, I can wait no more Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
I gotta take a chance tonight So I'm doing me, myself and I Can wait no more, sitting all alone Man, I really hope, hope you forgive me
...it rippled through the once closely-chained community, evoking gasps from everyone it reaches...
Yes. The invitable, or rather, the impossible had happened.
Ping bought herself a skirt, yes, a SKIRT and wore it when going out and about London.
What intensify the shock is the fact that she wore boots to go with the skirt. Woo. Going chic.
And so, Mr my-name-is-officially-SKY Solon, your opinion of me *loud, tomboyish, pretty (seriously...), can sound quite lady-like when lower the voice, no lady sense* kinda don't apply anymore. People changes. And UK has so far forced me to change a lot, mostly good ways. To modify my fashion style (I go shopping here...shopping is, hey, not as bad as I thought it was!), to speak out my thoughts (my Chemistry tutor, Mr Brown, had tried killing me on several occasions for giving stupid answers), to ask for help when in trouble and not just keep quiet...the things the teachers back in Brunei had tried to get everyone to be like, but in vain, because there just isn't any reasons to change. Spoon-feeding teaching is just not the way here, and I'm glad it is so.
And wearing a skirt maybe isn't as bad as I think it is, I have to wear opaque tights and stockings to cover my scars and it isn't that cold. Kinda nice. Make me feel more human, even. For once I feel myself.
Maybe my tomboy-ism will fade and disappear forever, or maybe it will return when I'm back in my sunny hot home-country. That I'm not sure. But I know one thing - I like wearing skirts.
There is a rumour going around saying YUI's song LOVE & TRUTH, famously known for being featured in the Japanese movie CLOSED NOTE, will be used as an opening song for the famous ninja anime Naruto: Shippuden.
This is however just a rumour, although convincing videos on YouTube seemed to say otherwise. At the time the videos on YouTube was posted up, the part portrayed in the videos (Uchiha Sasuke killed Uchiha Itachi) was not yet out as an episode in Naruto: Shippuden.
The videos are fan-made and YUI's LOVE & TRUTH is never used as an opening in Naruto: Shippuden. Take a look for yourself and you decide:
I have been waiting for someone to tag me for soooo long, so when Yeet Yang told me I am tagged, I yelled "Yeah!!" and jumped around my hostel room (my room mate Nurizzah Hani was staring at me). Anyways thanks Yeet Yang! Woo-hoo! On we go!
Tagged by Yeet Yang @ Ian
Instructions: Remove any number of questions from below, and add in your personal questions, then tag any number of people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. A word of advice: do not tag Yeet Yang. He will probably send some ninjas after you or something.
1. What do you do most for the time being? Reading. I am currently reading this book called "Eats, Shoots and Leaves" which is all about punctuation. Yeah, very exciting...
2. What is your favourite animal(s)? Penguins! Well it start off minor but have now developed into a fetish. Gahh. Blame Farhan Nuradli, PTEB's very own koala lookalike.
3. What is your one regret in life? Rejecting the teaching scheme scholarship. I feel very insercure right now, not even knowing what I will be doing in the future.
4. Who inspires you? In terms of keeping me going on to study the crazy subject of Geography, Mr Govin, my P4 - 6 Geography teacher. I had no idea where he is right now but still want to say thank you to him for making me fall in love with Geography.
5. Tell me something I don't know about your family background. People who know the full facts of my family background will go crazy. Let's just say I'm related to a dozen of people who didn't even know they are related to me.
6. Do you believe you can survive without money? Not here in UK, no. Money is almost everything here.
7. What are you afraid to lose the most? I have answered this question before but this time I'm giving a different answer. My debit card.
8. What can cheer you up from sadness? Well-told lame jokes. Doesn't work everytime though, sometimes people get wounded.
9. Have you ever fall madly in love? Yes. It was crazy at that time, my whole world pratically revolved around him, so when he broke up with me, I was devastated. However, I had gotten over him now.
10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you. Funny, weird and sleeper.
11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half? Must be half-crazy, have two personalities and able to deal with half-crazed people.
What is the crappiest book you ever read? A book I picked up at Waterstone's called "Who Wrote This Crap?".
13. What is your ambition? To die early so mom will never have the chance to nag me about marriage. Oh, and not on a hospital bed.
14. Describe your life in one word. Ironic.
15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick? Happy. What's the use of riches if it can't buy you happiness?
If you are told you can enter any university in this world, Oxbridge excluded, what university will you enter? University of Leicester. It's the best university for Geology.
17. Who is the persons (peoples) that you can share all your problems with? No such person exist yet in my life.
18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time? Can't imagine. No, actually I don't want to think about it.
19. You accidentally deleted this question. What do you do? Crap, delete it again.
20. What is your dream job? Vocanogeologist. Judging by the fact that Brunei will never have a volcano within its 20km radius in the future, this is another daydream.
Tagging to: Liyana Ili Aqilah Saidi Kuo Hong (hehehe) Siew Leing
For the past few days I had come across some uncomfortably close shaves. No, I haven't been doing dangerous things (even though my MSN nickname may suggest otherwise). Well, I just found out my cheerful distant cousin Lorene Anne is engaged to Caesar's half brother. Caesar is a senior I respect very much cos he somehow can manage to score good grades while having a life. Me? More an anti-social bookworm...
I nearly got run down by a car in London haha. The reason I'm not dead yet is because Wafi saved me...though barely. When we were going to Trafalgar Square.
I had a dream last night. In my dream, Maryam is sitting in front of me and she is crying...and I can't do anything because although she didn't know it, part of her tears is because of me. Selfish me, who had taken her Wafi away. Unconsciously. I am sorry but I didn't find out until later, after we kissed and he is mine and I am his. I don't know how I will face Maryam from now on. I am happy to be with him, but I wish Maryam won't have to be hurt in the process.
Silly really, because I know exactly how Maryam feel. When I heard that my so-called best friend is going out with my ex-boyfriend, I never feel so betrayed in my life. How could she do this to me? Did I do something wrong? How long has this been happening? I felt like my world had ended. So suicidal. Then I met Wafi. He saved me, not only from being hit by the car, but from self-destruction. He is my everything.
On a Monday, I am waiting Tuesday, I am fading And by Wednesday, I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the darkness is a clear view Cuz you've come to rescue me
Fall... With you, I fall so fast I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts
[Chorus] Ohhhhh It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real I like the way that feels Ohhhhh It's as if you've known me better than I ever knew myself I love how you can tell All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
I am moody, messy I get restless, and it's senseless How you never seem to care When I'm angry, you listen When youre happy, it's a mission And you wont stop 'til I'm there
Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast Well, I hit that bottom Crash, you're all I have
[Chorus] Ohhhhh It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real I like the way that feels Ohhhhh It's as if you known me better than I ever knew myself I love how you can tell All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
How do you know everything I'm about to say? Am I that obvious? And if it's written on my face... I hope it never goes away... yeah
On a Monday, I am waiting And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms... So I can breathe
[Chorus] Ohhhhh It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real I like the way that feels Ohhhhh It's as if you've know me better than I ever knew myself I love how you can tell Ohhhhh I love how you can tell Ohhhhh I love how you can tell All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me...
This is my entry for the short story competiton. It is a modification of what I wrote for Write On last year, titled The Serial Killer at that time, so it is longer and injected with more crap. Maybe it's less scary too. I'm really nervous. I hope they will at least read it. So here goes.
When I woke up it was still dark and I knew straightaway that everything was different. I got up from the sofa I had been sleeping on and was startled when Fish jumped onto my lap, even more so when the grandfather clock started its hourly call. I looked around the living room, stroking Fish and laughed nervously. My favourite place was giving me the creeps. It felt strange to know I was now alone in this world, when less than a week ago I was still living happily with my family.
The grandfather clock struck for the forth time and fell silent. Fish turned its head and looked at me with its feline eyes, as if it was trying to comfort me, to tell that everything was all right despite what had happened, that it will always be there for me. I reached for it and stroked it again, slowly this time. Fish purred and rolled over, a look of contentment on its face. Something about Fish’s posture reminded me of that day. I continued stroking, thinking back...
"Cynthia, open the door this instant!"
I sat on my bed, holding onto my giant teddy bear, pouting. In a corner of the room, Fish was washing itself. It looked up at the door when Stan banged on it again, as if it was analysing the situation, then lose interest and went back to its ritual of licking itself clean. I still remember I had on Stan’s favourite shirt at that time, a black oversize with swear words in red across it. Stan was mad at me, not because I was wearing his favourite shirt, but because I had just bluntly refused his ‘tiny, little request’, or so he put it, and promptly locked myself in my room.
"Come on, Cynthia, it can’t be that embarrassing!" Stan pleaded again.
"It IS embarrassing, you weirdo!" I screamed across the room at the door. No way was I going to accept his so-called request. It was simply out of the question. Trick and treat on Christmas Eve, when it was freezing outside? What on earth was he thinking?
"Cynthia..."
I opened my bedroom door than, catching him by surprise. He stumbled backwards, cross-eyed and amazingly still had the daze expression on his face from my refusal earlier. I ran down the stairs before he had the chance to try his puppy eyes on me. Mom screamed at me from the kitchen, something about me demolishing the house one day with the amount of pressure I exert on the floor.
Then the doorbell rang.
Just as the doorbell rang, the grandfather clock went off. Dong...dong...dong...dong. It was four in the afternoon. I ran to answer the door, not bothering to look through the peephole. I wasn’t expecting any friends of mine, nor was Stan and mom; but I wasn’t thinking straight at that time.
An old man was standing on the porch, looking very pale. I noticed he had no scarf or gloves on him, and he was asking me if it was possible for him to seek refuge from the cold. Just for a while, he said. I was rooted to the spot. Something in his eyes said otherwise, but I didn’t understand what it meant. Mom and Stan came along, Stan pushing me out of the way to let the old man in. Mom cooked up a bowl of hot porridge just for him, and Stan hung around to hear the old man talking about his son who apparently used to live around here, but had moved without telling him.
When dad got home, Stan made the old man repeat his sob story, and to my horror, my parents then proceed to ask him to stay for Christmas, since he had nowhere to go. What were they thinking! Nowhere to go or not, they shouldn’t invite a complete stranger to stay over. And for Christmas too! I wasn’t happy about it, and tried to tell my parents, even Stan, but they won’t hear anything of it. Their minds were made up. I screamed something along the lines of “you’ll be taken advantage of!” at them but in vain. I was lucky I wasn’t grounded, but I ground myself anyway. The old man was disgusting. Making use of his fake fragility to wind Stan around his finger. What shocked me was that my parents fell for the same façade.
Not to my surprise at all, Stan accuse of being anti-elderly, ageism, bla bla bla. I kept up my rebellion, insisting the old man should be sent on his way. I refused to talk to him and would lock myself in my room the whole time he was in the living room, laughing away at some memories with my family. I could not forget the look in his eyes when I answer the door that day. It seemed to harbour nothing but evil.
Christmas came and went, and the old man still lingered. I was not on speaking terms with that old man, no, but I tried several times to politely ask him to get out of my home, only to be politely refused – the nerve indeed! Stan caught me asking him to leave once, and we got into this huge fight. Stan and I had never fought with that much intensity before, and I felt really guilty afterwards, but I wasn’t wrong. I was sure about that.
A few days after the fight, I was returning home after buying pizzas, another of Stan’s ridiculous ideas, and found the front door locked. I searched my pockets and found no key. Darn. Slightly miffed with myself, I walked round my house to the back, where the kitchen door was. Mom would be there, and she would let me in. I quickened my pace and in a few moments found myself in front of the door. I looked through the glass, expecting to see mom at the sink – but no. Instead I saw my family sitting at the kitchen table, blood gusting out from their stomach and heads, the old man standing over mom, still hacking at her with a pickaxe. I turned around and ran...
It had been a week since then, but the police still had not found the old man – the murderer – yet. I had insisted staying in my house, avoiding the kitchen, living off potato chips, salad and coke. Suddenly Fish leapt off the sofa, its eyes staring at something, someone behind me. The grandfather clock struck four, the last sound I heard as the murderer bought down the still blood-stained pickaxe...I was not wrong, after all...
The Creative Writing Club teacher: Violent! Are you sure you want to enter this? Me: (gulp) Yes, I'm sure, Mrs Nicholls.
So she sent if off. And that is it. Gyaa...I'm on nerves...
I like hymns. They are so beautifully sung and the words are simply wow. So here is the hymn we sang on Rememberance Day, 11/11. It was the 20th Rememberance Day since the First World War, or so they said. Here goes.
O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, our shelter from the stormy blast, and our eternal home.
Beneath the shadow of thy throne thy saints have dwelt secure; sufficient is thine arm alone, and our defence is sure.
Before the hills in order stood, or earth received her frame, from everlasting thou art God, to endless years the same.
A thousand years in thy sight are like an evening gone; short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly, forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day.
O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, be thou our guard while troubles last, and our eternal home.
I especially love the fifth verse...it's so poetic!! Kyaa!! The hymns actually inspire me to work harder on my studies, and to write, write and write! Though all I write is crap now...
If you are reading this post, congratulations! You are one of the very few people informed about this switch, and you should feel previledged - what the heck?
Please do visit my blog again for more not-so-informative posts! Stay tuned~!
After being given the green light, I, xinping2o16, immediately set off to buy a contract mobile phone!!
It was a miserable misty day. Autumn is here and in ways that I couldn't believe, a bit of winter had seeped in as well. (Refer to last post.) Back in Salisbury where it isn't as cold as London, I am wearing two layers of clothing + jacket. Stress had began to creep in as well, as us lower six geographers waited for the results to our Human Geography test. Well, I have a feeling I'm not able to pass it. Best not to think about it too much. *shudders*
I notice my writing style is changing as well. Adapting and evolving, to put it in a more technical way. It's a good thing for me, but I don't know about my blog visitors. Are you guys having a hard time figuring out what I am talking about half the time?
OK, onto more important things. Yes, I got myself a contract mobile phone. Have to pay a helluva lot of money (to me anyway), deposit, insurance (Yeah cool isn't it? They actually give you insurance for your mobile phone here...no kidding...but of course you have to pay. In my case, every three months.), not to mention the pay monthly stuff. In the end, I spent over £160 on the phone alone. I said 'over' because even though I check my receipt, I'm still not sure of the exact amount. The deposit is £150 though. I'll get it back three months later.
All right, I'll stop beating about the bush and tell you guys what mobile phone I'd got myself. My dream mobile phone, the Samsung i8510 of course! (Scroll down to see one of my past posts.) Click on the picture to view the mobile phone's features!!
It's pretty much a cool phone. 8 GB internal memory, 8 megapix camera, WiFi, bluetooth, Java, GPS positioning (I will never, ever, get lost in London again) and easy to use. Have a feel of Nokia N95 and it looks like a Nokia anyway. Nokia is expensive here.
front and back of Samsung i8510
Anyways! End of my announcement. In another words, habis kambang-kambang pasal mobile baru...yatta!! Jangan jeles ya!! ^_<.
![[click to view its features]](http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/01/03/2/1332/13325541/c7/samsung-i8510.jpg)
