Re(s) III

@JoleneLeong
lol.. that was deep for something that was only skin deep... yes... minor word play! booyahahahaha 
Well, I quote 'True Beauty' "There's something more than it meets the eye."

@Big D.
hey im anonymous acidently press send without writing my nick name heh sorry...hmm i think i know who your talking abt on this one..reall deep but its good 
You just made me sad :( thanks :D

@DragonSlayer
well, I think that being a critic, one must muster a lot, lot, lot of courage. Being booed at is definitely not FUN! That 'Like' box may be of little help for those who runs out of words/comments, e.g. ME! TEEHEE! Well, maybe people will just start liking the post instead of commenting, so make up your mind about it.
Well, you just can't seem to please everyone, don't you? OK! Will set it up soon! Tho, I do prefer comments than likes.
P.S. Nice choice in name ;)

@FarhaA
Well written! :) 
Thanks!


@FarhaA
'But for some reasons the person who counselled me not to fall for the ‘dark age’ is becoming one of them, crawling and fighting to climb up the social stairs.' I have to agree with this! 
Another reason why it was there

@FarhaA
I'd like to use your bathroom someday! xD Hahaha. 
Permission granted! Come over ny day!

@Big D
really deep and good with emotion
I tried not to put in so much h8 in it, so yeah, hope it's mostly +positive!

The Crowd with the Critics

                Sometimes, I consider-

                Have you ever experienced a little situation where you need advices but what the rest do is causing you more problems, headaches and a little comments way past the limit.

To you readers who won’t read, rate or comment,

                Should I add a ‘Like’ box? So you all could just click for my sake?

                If being critical is the chance of improving, then what about being a critic to allow someone to grow? Will they blossom or buried underneath within?

                You look around you and an inner voice whispers, A, A, D, B, A, C, F! You judge the outlook from hairstyles to shoe brands while you put on the expensive dress you bought from starving yourself so the others will smile and put you in the A box. Right, or wrong?

                There’s a reason why  I do not like publishing or spreading the existence of this blog. A blog is just like a MySpace page, everything about you that is either acceptable or disapproved by community, it’s all there. A friend or stranger, there’s always something to hate, which would be the reason why from the very beginning.

                Simon Cowell, a famous critic, has discovered many talented artists like Westlife, Kelly Clarkson and other American Idol stars. Yet, he has certainly been the man who crushed many’s dreams and for some reason, he’s still being put as a peddle stone??

               

                After many drafts and cut outs, I sometimes think the worst critic in my life might just be myself.

               

The Crowd with their Ghost from the Past

                You see an old friend who you never ended the friendship the way you wanted, it was all typical with the common phase: Stop talking to each other. She was with the group of people you knew for years but never liked yet you greet time with courtesy. Here and then she smiles or the others, she won’t be bothered. Before you don’t really care but now, you realize everything is just a stupid game that everybody’s in it, but there’s no one to play. So as you were reaching out for her, trying to get her attention, she looks straight up and walked off with another jerk you always thought was, a jerk.

                Then you tilt your head and say, “Hey, that was me.”

On Wednesday, a friend of mine, AL got offended when I clarified myself that I only forgive but never forget. Although the tone was all pure and nothing sarcastic, it reminded her of someone and to her, same line, same bitch to the words. Then, it got me into thinking, wondering that even though that was said some time last year, is the past still in the present?

                One of the friends I lost after New Year’s was the one friendship that swept past my feet the whole year without me realizing. I was younger, more reckless, bolder in anyway and truthfully, I would have hated myself then. Sometimes being immature is something, and being over confident is another. At that age of 14, I thought I was a little caught in between. So here’s two years later, do she still hate that bitch who never stopped complaining, talking and being a complete fool of herself?

                I always loved looking back at the photographs that were taken back then and my whole past come flowing in front of my eyes. So there were the old friendships, the bitches who made me who I am today, the guys I used to have a crush on and my favorite, the enemies. Yet as time passes and people change, if things happen once again, will it ever be the same?

                How can we hold onto grudges that happened so long ago? Should we continue bitching and passing out the past when it should be long gone? And how long until a new drama comes to kick off the anecdotes of many years? Could we for once, forgive and start over?

                Stating many lies and through everything, everyone will have new friends, new people to back stab and old ones you forget. Let’s just say it’s a new year and everything else should be too, should we swim into a sea of memories then pull out the plug to flush them all down the drain?

                How long is it for you to move one and how long more for you to fall back into the ones who made you shed a tear?

                Leave a comment, and until next time, I’ll continue with The Crowd with their Ghost of the Present.

The Crowd with their Bras

                Just as you are talking to your boyfriend who says you are the only girl for him and he only sets his eyes on you, but just as you start onto the topic of the day, his eyes suddenly twitch to the door and just as you wonder, a strong scent of Lovely by Sarah Jessica Parker is slowly absorbed by you and goes right up to your mind. Before you know it, your boyfriend’s eyes follow her double-D boobs that is enhanced by her slutty silk corset top and her mini tight black shorts followed by the stockings and pump boots. Lust follows her to the bar as she asks for a drink then she slowly turns around to spot the one she thinks she could fool for the night, then she goes for it and have everything free for the night, easily just like herself.

                With that, big tits, presentable body shape and perfect legs that could seduce any horny men, is that the fantasy of men these days?

                I honestly don’t mind when people mock my boobs or even laugh after they ask me for my cup size. If I’m an A, I’d rather go all the way. Why be shy when I know there are so much more that I have and why should I mind if I know they will not magically grow big into the size that society accepts? I’d rather have that as my only flaw and have something better than tits- brains.

                I don’t mean that no one can have both, beauty and brains. I know many people who have both and both of them are equally. Rebecca is the best example I have, beautiful, talented and achieved great results from both sports and studies. Sometimes I wonder how could such a great person she is, she never brags but in a way, she knows the best way to present her gifts which I think, is her best gift she ever gotten.

                Or maybe I can be wrong; sometimes beauty is part of life. I never blame those young teenagers who are desperate to get over the 1- sign on their age. They bitch, backstab and seduce at such young age with the acted out innocence just to get whatever they want just like how they are going to do for the next thirty year, except it will change from men to rich men then old billionaires. If you think you want to earn your own money and get everything by being the woman among the men then you’re wrong, you’ll be a business woman not a socialite. You do not need the plastic surgeries or neither the botox nor you need to fake the inner self just to get a little spot in society. All you need is the right mind within you, and could you ever accomplish when you’ve never done something right for the best future?

                I know someone who once knew what she wanted and I thought maybe at some point she will know what to do. If your future is all about the social, always make sure you know what you’re dealing with. I never seem to find smoking could uplift your social status nor screwing every guy in town could make you any better. But for some reason the person who counselled me not to fall for the ‘dark age’ is becoming one of them, crawling and fighting to climb up the social stairs.

                If everyone in the world uses others’ point of beauty to define how they really look, then what’s the point of having the freedom to voice out the inner you? And ironically, we tend to ignore the beauty praised and agreed by others.

                So you will find yourself asking your reflection in the mirror, are you really beautiful?

I believe that everyone have a moment of life that they will find their beauty before they die. Some are proudly presented on the outside while some are still hiding within, waiting for the right person and the right moment to spread its wings to fly. I believe it too, that someday I will find the inner beauty. Maybe I have to wait for the inner bitch of me to die off and welcome the new character that will make my life a lot happier with gleeful people around me.

                So, have you found your beauty?

Re(s) II

@ Big D
i think its great
and i like how its put haha
but columnists dont use foul words lehh heh 
Thanks&& I will bear it in mind ;)

@Ron Stoppable
As i last recalled, I AM RON. NO ONE ELSE IS RON. KAPISH?
You'll be a great columnist, trust me. 
Si, Si, Ron. Thanks Ronnie!

@anonymous
my favourite one so far =] 
Thanks! You made my week! But if possible, please use a nickname :)

@Yao
your bathroom is NOT magical!
Yes, it is. You've just never been there.

The Crowd with the Wonders

                This morning, as I shut my alarm one more time after the other six attempts half an hour ago, I finally dragged myself to the bathroom as I used my secret weapon- icy cold water to freeze my face from falling back to sleep. I was numb at the moment, yet I said to myself, hey, I could write this in my column.

                School was different because for the first time in my life, I was excited. I was glad that it will my last ‘first’ day of school. I can’t stop myself from screaming ‘One more year!’ inside my head like Bellatrix Lestrange mock the rest with her epic line, ‘I killed Sirius Black!’. So I wondered, if I write this in my column, will it be any interesting?

                I slowly led myself to the beach hall where are the students, new or old, were waiting for the next instructions from Yao. I went to the parents and informed them to follow the big crowd to the English Garden after their children were in line. I thought my impression was great to the adults until I found two paper cups lying on the bench. I took the cups up, failed to find a dustbin then left them at the same spot. I saw frowns and disapprovals that I was sure I had to clarify myself here.

                Today, I did something I knew I would never have done the year before: I voted for the girl I dislike most in class for a position I thought she will suck at. She was alright in Form One but I was glad I never met her in class anymore for two years. Last year was dreadful whenever I had to sit with her for Chemistry. It wasn’t just the annoying tone in her high-low voice, the fact that she always answered questions by using the book in her hands every single lesson may have contributed to her irritating rate towards the class but the one I loathe her most, is every single inch I see of her from top to bottom, who bothers going inside out?

                As this year’s start of something new, I decided to do something that I wouldn’t, but I should. So when it was time to vote, I held my hand high but she didn’t get the job as she only had seven votes. So, I thought, if the small part of my never change, when will it ever do?

                Yet, from a small incident I released my temper on Doctor Master and Wendy, I immediately regretted because who was I to judge and help them decide? But I wanted them to know, the only competition you should have and the only one you should care is between you and yourself. Who cares if Belinda had a lesson more of Physics than you? Because in the end, after this phase, the only one who will be looking at the results are yourself.

                During the rain after school, and due to the guards who caused the massive jam, I wonder for the third time, what is the use of them to take care of traffic, rules and instructions or even traffic police to control the situation when none of us cooperate, compromise and even set up a plan to work together. How are things able to work out when they are a thing combined with others without the screws and equipments?

                Sometimes, I think my bathroom is a spiritual corner with God’s blessings. Nicole found her passion for Jewelery one day while bathing and today, I had a thought. How long more for the little incidents that I could insert will fade away? How long more will I have the time to type and think of what to say? How long more until I decided to give up?

                And when will be the last of everything until something new comes around?

The Crowd with Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice.

                A spell like any other needs different ingredients, for example, frog legs, an enemy’s pubic hair or even an elephant’s eyeball. The more it stinks, the more you know you’ll get your revenge; the more one lies, the more you win.

                3 years ago, I spent my new year’s eve with two friends from my primary school as we went to Gurney Drive and welcomed the coming of 2007. By the end of the year, our friendship ended as well. Yet, on the following year, I met a new friend. We spent most of our time together but after a little celebration before 2008, the year became a disaster. Life was good when I got closer to the people who were more than friends but by the end of 2009, nothing went right. On the 31^st of December, 2009, I celebrated my new year’s eve with my best friend since 2007 and her lovely family. And I did it again, this year.

                Three years’ a charm or karma’s coming back another way around, whatever you name it. Throughout the tears and fights, I stopped caring. Why bother about the people who don’t when the people you should love are just around you? Sometimes the lies you’re trapped in will sweep you away from reality and before you know it, you’re facing a great waterfall wave.

                As time passes, people grow but I wonder, if we live apart, how far do we go? The rate of maturing affects the egos while the love just gets lesser and lesser, and lesser. Is life good when all the trusts you get are the funds or the people other than your family are the ones you could also count on. How long could two people figure life out in peace and will it ever be the same when things change. Could it get any better than now or it’s just another phase to pass?

It took me three years to figure out that it’s most probably a curse that made those people leave my life but yesterday, it took a hug with my best friend after screaming ‘Happy New Year’ to each other to make me truly understand why she was still standing by my side after so long: Only someone so nice could have a true bitch as a best friend.

With the best friend and the others who stand by me, I understand life bit by bit as it just gets better because when you found the right one, you’ll never be wrong.