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"People should be able to say how they feel - how they really feel.
Not, you know, some words that some strangers put in their mouths ."
- Tom Hansen

Hi, nice to meet you.

Monday, November 30, 2009,3:24 AM

Forty-Six, Thinking Of Things

Hello reader,

It's me again.

Who else could it be? I'm so lame.

I was just thinking about nothing, when I thought about what it'll be like if I were a fish.
I'll be awfully disgusted with myself. Because I eat my food, and breathe in and swim in the same water as I pee and poo. And just when I thought that it'll be okay, since I could bathe with the endless supply of water, I realise, once again, I'll be bathing in the same water. So, there's no point, really.

Cheers!

We all think of things to think of once in awhile, because you'll run out of things to think about once in awhile. Are you thinking about what I'm saying now?

3:02 AM

Forty-Five, Plain Saying

Dear reader,

I really don't like my friend.

She's so weird.

She makes up weird stuff.

She say some things that are not true at all.

And make as if she really close to some people.

But she's not.

Those stuff look so awkward on her post.

EWW.

Chao, I feel like a child, talking like that.

Like not scolding, and not dissing, just plain saying only.

1:36 AM

Forty-Four, We Can, But Will We?

Howdy reader,

I wrote a poem.

We Can

We can buy me a pen and notebook
To write a silly song
Then buy you an instrument
And we can sing all day long

We can travel to greenland
To watch melting ice caps
Sing about global warming
And how it affects

We can fly away to Africa
To experience real hunger
Sing about dying children
And my wasted beef burger

We can catch a ferry to America
To watch as banks crash
Sing about the financial crisis
And our pocket's big gash

Then we can make our way home
To thank God everyday
Sing about how blessed we are
In each an every way

1:26 AM

Forty-Three, In An Instance

Hello reader,

I think I spent a lot of time doing nothing. For instance, now I staring at my computer wondering what to write. I feel really lame right now. Don't mind me.

Veronica Mars

I must find time to watch it.

Why is it that I'm more busy during the holidays?

Friday, November 27, 2009,7:09 AM

Forty-Two, All Changed

Hello reader,

All icons changed.

Forgetting someone you loved is like remembering something you have never learnt.

6:44 AM

Forty-One, Starting Sentences

Dear reader,

Many people start their sentences by saying things they don't mean.

I'm going to change all my icons at the left hand side and the one above too! I'm getting bored of them. Oh, well.

I'll see you. Oops, I meant write to you.

6:09 AM

Forty, Missing The Point

Hello reader,

So, now about the previous post.

My brother and I have the exact same results for PSLE, really exactly. Even the grade for each subject and everything. But let me tell you about the vast difference in the reaction of my father to the exact same results.

My brother got comforted after he received his results by my father. I didn't even get to see my results before my father took it away, dumped it back in my lap again and then stormed off.

My father wasn't anxious at all to see my brother's results. He said, "We've already tried our best together. If he doesn't score well, then he doesn't score well." I guess my brother really did work hard, since he cried after receiving his results. It was lower than he expected.

Oh, well. I'm not saying my daddy's unfair. I don't think he is.

He said that he was upset with my results because I didn't do my best and I barely studied.

I don't know. I don't see the point in studying so hard.

Even if I did score higher, I still would have chose my school for the Tablet PC.

So score way above the cut off point, whatever for?

So what if you got into a good school? So what if everyone worships you for your intelligence? So what if you got a good job? So what if you earn lots of money? So what if you can buy all the things in the world? So what?

After you got all that, then what?

I still don't see the point.

I'm crazy about Luke Worrall and his awesome earrings.

Chao!

Thursday, November 26, 2009,2:52 AM

Thirty-Nine, Different Reactions

Dear reader,

A person can have two very different reactions to the exact same thing.

I'll tell you about it when I have time.

Now let's go for caroling practice! LALALA.

Don't you find this model especially amusing?

He's Luke Worrall, the model in post thirty-six!

Love ya'. Bye.

Monday, November 23, 2009,6:59 AM

Thirty-Eight, Sucky Writer

Dear reader,

I'm a horrible writer.

I leave my readers hanging for a really long time.

I'm sorry.

I feel real sucky and lousy now.

6:54 AM

Thirty-Seven, Talking Forever

Hello reader,

Sometimes you just want to put other people’s happiness before yours, because you love them, because they deserve it. Sometimes you want to go out of your way for people just because you know it's important that they get a chance to smile once in a while.

5:59 AM

Thirty-Six, Not What You Would Expect

Dear reader,

I find it weird that people actually read my blog, because I don't really read any of theirs. I shall start reading and getting to know about people through their blogs.

I think it's kinda nice people actually do read my blog.

SO, dance camp had ended.

A few days ago.

Today, my father is especially funny.

He asked my mother if wearing earrings were painful.

My mother said,"No, it's not painful at all."

"Huh... But it's so sharp..."

"You just poke it through the hole what..." And then she slides it out and back in through the hole.

"EEEEEE!" My father screams like he has never seen someone wear a earring before. "It's so sharp. Let me touch."

My mother points the tip of the earring to him. He touches it. "Ouch! Ouch!"

Wednesday, November 18, 2009,5:57 AM

Thirty-Five, Image Formed

Hello reader,

Do you ever wonder what kind of image people form of you when they read your blog?

5:16 AM

Thirty-Four, Words, Pictures

Hello reader,

DO what makes you HAPPY
BE with those that make you SMILE
LAUGH as much as you BREATHE
and LOVE as long as you LIVE
-Unknown

To let go isn't to forget, not think about, or ignore. It doesn't have any feeling of anger, jealously or regret. Letting go isn't winning or losing. It isn't about pride. It's not about obsessing or dwelling on the past. It isn't about loss and it's not defeat. To let go is to cherish moments, but to overcome them and move on. Letting go is accepting. Letting go is having the courage to accept change. Letting go is growing up.

Don't tell me the sky is the limit, when people have reached the moon.

I find this really amusing:

Tuesday, November 17, 2009,10:03 PM

Thirty-Two, All Points Point To You

Dear reader,

I have mastered the art of cooking perfectly soft and edible instant noodles.

This is a big achievement. One moment of silence please.

I told my daddy I have to stay overnight in school for dance for a few days.

And you don't really want to know what he said.

I hate constantly getting forced into doing something I don't want to.

Do seniors ever read their handphone messages?

I wish to be at F.O.S. and talking to the funny salesman. Salesman? Man? Man or boy? He's too young to be a man, too old to be a boy. Oh, well. Guy? Dude? Darn, too much vocabulary for only one species.

Don't ever say things you don't mean, especially to me. Because, because.

Why does every conversation with my friend always end up in the same subject? Do we really have nothing other than that to talk about?

Escaping is not the only way you face a problem.

Reply me.

I want to eat a mango.

When you fall down, you get up right? You don't stay rigid on the ground. You don't slam your face into the grovel. You don't sob your sockets out. You get up, check if you got cut or you're bleeding. You get up, and dust the dirt off your clothes. You get up, and you move on.

Still waiting.

One should always keep very quiet when one has nothing good to say.

Patience is a virtue.

And so is perseverance.

And so is honesty.

And so is gentleness.

And so is a lot of other things nice.

I need to start. Start everything. Start my homework, start packing my room, start reading more, start learning new things, start appreciating everything around me. It's funny how when you type and type and type a word again. Or read and read a word over and over again, it looks like it's misspelled. Like start, start, start, start, start, start, start, start, start. Am I correct? Maybe not.

My mother asked me something.

I said, "I'm waiting for my senior to reply."

But she heard wrongly. "Huh? You're waiting for your senior to die?"

I'm annoyed with myself for being so easily annoyed with annoying people who really annoy me. I'm annoying you right now, ain't I?

I'm talking very vaguely because something is bothering me. And by talking vaguely you won't know what is.

I, Mok Hui Yi Joycelyn, hereby end my wonderful speech. I hope you got all the important points noted. Don't try to read between the lines, you'll find nothing. Although, all points point to you. Sorry, I think you didn't get that either. I'll see you again.

When I feel like it.

6:12 AM

Thirty-One, Liars

Hello reader,

Some people lie a lot.

Many say things they don't mean at all.

I was talking to Caleb about liars.

And I understood my own theory after talking to him.

Well, all people who don't keep their word are liars.
But, not all liars are people who don't keep their word.

Think about it.

Today I learnt:
1# Caleb can be really funky at times and a real drama queen too.
2# I take too many things for granted.

So, there.

4:32 AM

Thirty, Back, Back

Hello reader,

I know! You missed me!

I miss you too! You have no idea how much.

Anyway, how ya' doing?

You're online now, right now. But I'm not talking to you.

I barely know you.

And then, now, I realise, I don't miss you as in really miss you you. I just miss posting and talking to cyperspace. Do you get it? No, you don't. It's okay, really.

SO!

The trip is great. Do you want me to tell you about it?

I don't know whether you do. I mean, it may bore your eyeballs out.

I shall just tell you some things.

I held a cowboy's hand, and he had a earring on his right ear that is so unforgettably nice.

I mean, it had so many charms on it! It's really so pretty, in a cowboy kind of way.

Oh, you won't know what I mean. But, never mind.

He's a very nice cowboy.

On to the next place.

We went to F.O.S. It's the best.

Made friends with a salesperson there. He was telling me, "Ladies want to be slim, and she comments that her own butt is big." I can't tell you who he's talking about. Sorry. She might not like me telling everyone. And he can smile, the nice and real way. Not the fake one most people have on here. When they don't really find something funny but smile just to entertain you.

Oh, well. I miss everything there.

And then, on to planning meeting.

We didn't really leave the hotel.

Shawn and Caleb were mostly wrestling and messing up my bed.

And then, we came back.

I had a crazy fever straight after I came back.

I always do, every time I come back from a trip.

You want to know why?

So, there.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009,8:29 AM

Twenty-Nine, If I Wanted You To Know

What happened? Oh, nothing happened. Even if something did happen, I would have told you if I wanted you to know, right?

8:22 AM

Twenty-Eight, Overseas Once Again

Dear reader,

I will be overseas by tomorrow morning.

Goodbye.

I write to you again in awhile.

I love you. Good night.

Monday, November 9, 2009,7:04 PM

Twenty-Seven, Taking Reasons For The Pain Away

Dear reader,

I'm really lost about who to trust right now.

One says something about the other whom I think wouldn't do something like that without telling me.

Today I learnt:
1# Not telling someone something isn't lying.
2# There's no reason to trust, if there's a reason to it won't be trust anymore.

I hate feeling confused, do you? It sucks BIG TIME! I can't ask my friend because I need to keep it a secret. Right now, at this moment, I wish there were no secrets.

But maybe later, I won't.

Taylor Swift Icons: (I did them a while back. Uploading them just to lengthen my post)

Well, I think he lied.

Do you think so?

Oh, well. Not like you, reader, talk to him anyway.

Maybe that's the thing I like most about you, that no matter how hurt I am, you can always fix it with just a simple hug. That when I'm breaking down just one of your smiles makes me forget about the tears. That I can be angry and ready to explode by the time we're done talking you have me laughing.
Maybe that's the thing I like most about you, that you take the reasons for pain away.

Sunday, November 8, 2009,8:17 AM

Twenty-Six, Resurface Someday

Hello, reader.

How's your day?

Mine's fairly interesting.

Today I learnt:
1# West Side Story is an American Musical which plot is based on William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juilet.
2# If you want to be an author, and if you happen to be a teenager and write cheesy, melodramatic poetry, DON'T give any to your boyfriend. Years later when you actually become a writer, you'll worry that he may have kept all of that stuff, and it will resurface someday, and you will become the laughing stock of anyone who reads it.

Here's something, I posted on Caleb's blog:

So there.

8:09 AM

Twenty-Five, The Difference

Dear reader,

I'M HERE AGAIN!

I think I broke my record of the maximum number of posts in a day.

I wrote this awhile back. I'll post this... I don't know what to call it... excerpt(?), here.

"So are you coming or what?" he asked her impatiently, shoving his hands into his pocket. He glanced off in the other direction, wondering when they could actually leave this place. "This stinking place sucks."
Her face was impassive, motionless and still. He felt like shaking her, shaking her hard, and asking her what did she really see in the sky that were miles above them.
"Stars," she said, as if she could read his mind. He rolled his eyes. "You find blinking lights hundreds of light years away from you fascinating?" She turned her head towards him. "Yes, I do. Don't you see? These stars are so big and bright that they can be seen even hundreds of light years away. Don't you find that amazing?"
"I think it'll be amazing if we could make it on time later."
She sighed, stood up and dusted the dried grass off her skirt.
"Finally!" he snorted. "After hundreds of light years, you're ready to leave!"
Guys, she thought, pursing her lips together.
Girls, he thought, sighing and moving forward fast.

I love you. Good night.

Or morning. Whatever.

Chao!

7:58 AM

Twenty-Four, Making Copies To Let Him In

Dear reader,

I'm really free right now.

So, you have a lot to read.

Anyway, I just want to let you know that you'll never know true pain until you look into the eyes of someone you love and they look away.

Did you know that?

So, I think she's giving him the key to her heart, but he purposely loses it. So she keeps making copies, because she desperately wants to let him in.
Sometimes, I sympathise with her. Other times, I think she should just let go and let them be.

So there.

7:42 AM

Twenty-Three, Wanting It Too Much

Howdy, reader.

So how's your day then?

I'm still pissed, but, oh well.

SOMETIMES, PEOPLE ARE REALLY... DUMB?

Like, they think that they're really close to some people but actually in fact, they're not at all?

I mean, isn't it a little weird, when you brag and claim how close you are to someone, and in real life, the person is just, really, just a normal friend only? Or even worse, the person don't actually like you that much?

Today I learnt:
1# Some people want certain things way too much.
2# I still feel hurt when I think about how from good friends we became strangers and how you lied to me. Ouch, I thought I was okay already. Oh, darn.

7:32 AM

Twenty-Two, Creative Design

Hello, reader.

Today, instead of typing sweety, Nicholas typed tweety.

Till now, I still find it especially amusing.

Alright, so today was a great day.

I currently have a creative design on my shirt that you can never ever find any where else on Earth. Why? Well, because, I got pushed against the wall with wet paint by Nicholas, I jumped and slammed into another wall with wet paint, and I have extra touch-up done at the right side of my shirt by Nicholas too. WOOHOO!

"Oh, what a beautiful mess, this is." - Jason Mraz

I think Mr Aw is really really super duper thin.

He's so nice too. He kept thanking us for helping him.

IT'S NO PROBLEM! Really!

Okay, so I'm a bit mad right now.

I should go chill and come back later.

Saturday, November 7, 2009,12:35 AM

Twenty-One, The Others Are Better

Dear reader,

To give is human,

To forgive is divine.

Today I learnt:
1# It doesn't take a lot of effort to be friendly.
2# Caleb likes to eat squid

I know this happened on Wednesday while I was at Caleb's house, but I just thought of it again yesterday.

"Close friends... We're close friends only. I only have one best friend."

"Who?"

"There..." And he was pointing at me!

At that time, I really felt like jumping up and down. I would have, actually, if not for the insane muscle aches from dance. I feel so honoured.

I think Aunty Esther's pasta was delicious!

I wonder why more then half the youth didn't turn up for prayer meeting yesterday. And not only that, no one told me why.

Oops, I forgot to ask you how was your day so far.

So, how was your day so far?

I hope it's to your liking.

"He's unlike any other guy. He's different from them. You don't understand at all!"
"Oh, sure, I do. He is different from the others. And it isn't hard to see why. The reason is that all the other guys are better." I said to her, and she glared back at me. Can't she see who he really was?

So there.

Thursday, November 5, 2009,5:54 AM

Twenty, Adrien Brody

Heello, reader.

Introducing to you... Adrien Brody

Today, I learnt:
1# Many friendships are fraud. They're only for show, or for the benefits.
2# Some people persevere so hard, they try all ways and means to achieve their goal. For example, forcing their way into the already super packed train cabin.

I love you.

I'll post again.

I think.

5:43 AM

Nineteen, Four Syllables

Hello, reader.

I've been busy. Really busy.

I didn't even turn on my computer for four days!

So, how's your week so far?

I hope it has been really great.

Four syllables has four syllables

I bet you didn't take notice until you read that. Oh, well.

This is for you:

So there.