never seen you fall so hard

Who knew my blog was in such demand? I don't even know half the readers of my blog. Well, hello silent readers.

And, I don't even know what to blog about, but look, I'M BLOGGING.

Oh look, toilet picture. Don't you just love toilet pictures? I know I enjoyed taking this picture (:


So here's an update. Sorry it was not anything more, I don't know... sensible? It's for you two, Tasha and Darshee anyway. And I'll update when I have something really really good to update about (:

so I could be free

Say hello to Cierra again (: She's right here, in Malaysia, with her wonderful parents and her always adored little brother, Isaiah.

All I can say is, I hope you guys have time to come down here, to come see us in Selangor (:

in this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain

She covered her ears,
she screamed, drowning the voices in her head.
The voices telling her that it was her fault,
telling her that she did the wrong.
She cried, her heart bled,
she told herself a million times
"it isn't you, it isn't you"
but even she felt as if she were in denial.
He wanted a moment of silence, so she gave it to him.
He wanted space, so she allowed it to be.
But he, he just shut himself out of the world,
talking only when needed.
It wasn't her fault, really it wasn't.
She was so frustrated with everything,
she wanted to give up.

oh, I'm thinking about the younger days

"Give us clean hands,
give us pure hearts.
Let us not lift our souls to another."

sooner than it seems, life turns around

Daughtry - Used To

You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like
The only other choice was falling down.
You used to walk with me like
We had nowhere we needed to go,
Nice and slow, to no place in particular.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?

I used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go,
Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?

I look around me,
And I want you to be there
'Cause I miss the things that we shared.
Look around you.
It's empty, and you're sad
'Cause you miss the love that we had.

You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around,
The only one around.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be? Yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be, yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be.

used to

When I pulled my hair back, using a small amount of water to get my fringe off my face, I was merely reminded of how I looked every time I had a gymnastics performance.

I felt anew, refreshed of the memory. I like that feeling, of being the one thing I have always wanted to be. It felt as if I could do everything I did when I was younger. I felt like a graceful ballerina, knowing her twist and turns.

It was a moment of the feelings I love the most.

oh wow, how random.

unsaid

It hurt, she cried.
She got upset, she refused to talk,
but she gave in.
She gave in.
Because, she could not take it.
She saw no reason to stay hurt,
to keep away.
She forgave.
But it hurts,
it still hurts.
He did not need to know that.

would you stay awake for me?

But you never did ask,

how
I
felt.

what more could I say?

when you're right here by my side

Dear Mika,

I'm sorry you got farted on.

Love, Serena.

Don't you absolutely love this pic? I absolutely love this pic, plus the camera that was used to take it. Big big awesome DSLR (:

and another one

Serena : What time are you coming to school on Saturday?

Mother : 2 o'clock.

Serena : I'm serious.

Mother : Okay, so go to the hospital.


And as far as I remember, I did not get my answer.



Serena : Oh look, she's wearing gladiator slippers !

Maymaymayismysister : That's the feet jail slipper.



And no, I guess I don't want gladiator sandals anymore.

love is a riddle

Guy 1 texts Guy 2 and both glances at girl next to Guy 2. Note that Guy 1 and Guy 2 are barely two feet apart. What does that mean? I think it means that they're talking about the girl. And then they start lip-talking and still continue glancing at girl. How annoying is that for the girl. Poor her. Those two guys think she doesn't notice but actually she does. And she gets pissed.

tell me why

Sweetness?

I miss Mika ): Like lots lots and lots. No one comes into the room in the mornings now and cuddles up with me.

And, I dreamed about Mika. It's a stupid dream, she could talk to me, and she understood everything I said. Mika's a good girl, aren't you Mika?

So by now, everyone should know who Mika is. I have her picture on two of my textbooks, and I purposely picked my Math and History textbook to cover up front. Everyone asks me who she is, and tell me how cute she is. She's my cousin, and she's more than cute. She's the best ever.

Notice the extremely red bathrobe and orange monkey slippers.

I reply to this, Ivan :

Hi Serena,

Well, my mum showed me your email and all I can say is good luck. You won't ever find a dance teacher that will take you, you're too obese and fat and if people see you walking into the studio they won't ever want to sign up for that dance class. If you're wondering why your teacher gave you 15/15, it's because your mum bribed her so you would feel happy.

Oh yeah, I'm giving my laptop away to Sarah, she's such a good cousin - the best ever.

LOVE IVAN.


I don't know, maybe you forgot that I had about a million black mail pictures of you. Since I realize that if I were to write back to you, it's not gonna do anything.

Now, I can get the pleasure of hearing my friends tell me you're gay.

Thanks for the Aldo shoes, anyway (:

and now I'm late

1st April 2009

I played tennis.

And it wasn't like tennis in the room, hitting the ball against the walls.
It was tennis tennis.

Not that serious, but give me a little thrill, okay?






I love tennis.