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sing it out loud
So she said what's the problem, baby?.what's the problem, I don't know well maybe, I'm in love love. makes me wanna turn around and face it but I don't know nothin' 'bout love, woah~ |
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about this blog
This blog was opened by Anne Ng to accomodate her mind's silly musings and her daily rantings.Do enjoy your stay here, and don't take what's not yours! tagboard
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Nanyang.Past VERA! Laura/yabulollygabah Grace Shannon Baboonz.Present Rei's dead Ben's "coolness" Seth's Ego Eugene's Writing Raju.Past Nikki! Heidi Nurul Amanda Christina Princess Renee YiMin Dora RGS.Present Nadia Deepa Alch Charmaine Kimberley Heng Yeng! OMlettes.Forever Leti Ashlynna WINNIE!!! Jiao Odds and Ends KAM TING! Mirabel JTan Victoria(AVPA) Church.Forever Edna Melissa from Catechism CHEESEEEEEE Links to Happier Places the FAV site of FANFIC the official site of HAPLAND archives
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Design: doughnutcrazyIcon: morphine_kissed Do credit accordingly if you changed the icon. |
inspiration dawns in the darkest of times. The misery of Zack and Aerith's relationship hit home yesterday when I banged out a drabble/oneshot of angst and longing. I tried to, at least. It makes me pretty sad everytime I write/read one of those. Must be something to do with "that queer feeling" that me and Leti call the EMO feeling. I just keep writing, trying to write something happy for them, but I can't ever do that. So confusing. Stupid Love. Ah yes. I was commissioned by Eugene not to write a EMO POST persay. Which means I write about...? Hmm... happiness is a choice. when you're waiting for hours for parents to pick you up, and you're the last sorry person waiting with an impatient security guard, (but you don't call them, even if you're so veryveryvery hungry. Because they're your parents and they'll come, sooner or later.) when you're finding that everything that you thought beautiful and perfect becomes horrid and wrong each time you see it, and you're so veryveryvery angry with yourself, (still, you don't do anything but improve it. You know you won't ever be happy with your work, but you can always fool yourself by working on it more.) when you're with a gazillion Sec 1s who look lost, bratty and unbelievably conscious of their dressing, and you're itching sososo bad to go and unbutton that top button of that girl in front of you, (instead, you just smile at them and ask how you can help.) when you're sitting at the meeting table, wondering how you're going to pull off a lousy Spontaneous answer, or how you're going to contribute when everyone else has already said everything, and you want to be good, you WANT to contribute, because you want to feel a part of the group, (then someone (it doesn't matter who.) smiles at you, or you share a long laugh, and you know it doesn't really matter at all.) when you're telling a story to cousins who understand planes, jets, rockets and killing machines, but don't understand about princesses, princes, and how you can dream of happy endings, (but then again, you know that not every story's ever going to have a happy ending, and you try to make the best of the story, even though you get little niggling voices that protest.) when you don't know how you really feel towards some people, you can be friends, yet feel like you're constantly trying to change yourself to please them, (then you get a MSN chat pop-up that tells you that they gave you a Reno picture as a present, even when it's not your birthday yet.) when you don't talk to your best friends anymore, and spend your time trying to impress your new ones, (you can only try to forget that they're doing the same.) and I want to choose it someday. |