tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49346259322236377832011-09-19T08:33:21.910-07:00:Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087328856402817495noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934625932223637783.post-58299693744364865142011-01-28T06:09:00.000-08:002011-01-28T06:13:44.526-08:00</3><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"You just have to look for the small miracle, and the little bit of happiness in each day. It'll keep you going even when everything else is trying to hold you back." </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">because life is good, life is great. because i don't have to give a shit for anything anybody says. i have people who love me and care for me and that's enough, isn't it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">i'll keep moving on. i'll stay positive. i'll find that happiness one day :-)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4934625932223637783-5829969374436486514?l=astarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087328856402817495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934625932223637783.post-72546061830825346152010-08-30T02:27:00.000-07:002010-08-30T02:38:06.277-07:00I love rainy days where i can simply lie on my bed with a warm cup of horlicks/milk tea and read books that i really like. Or poems. I don't have to analyse it. I just have to like the images that pass through my mind. Perhaps that's why I don't do well for Literature.<br /><br />Things that I will do after A levels<br /><ul><li>Get a job </li><li>Learn french!</li><li>Learn how to play the guitar</li><li>Continue with piano?</li><li>Go overseas (to do mission trips?)</li><li>Eat</li><li>Exercise(running, swimming----ooo uchan!)</li><li>Go out </li><li>Stay at home</li></ul><p>:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))</p><p>can't wait. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Except that it'll be one year and 4 months later. Time really passes quickly don't you think! It was just last year at this time that i was panicking about O levels. I can't even remember how it feels like now. </p><p>I miss a lot of people.</p><p>Well people just walk in and out of our lives. </p><p>I'm glad and thankful for the company i have in vj. Really.</p><p>I saw a rainbow a few days ago.</p><p>I'm not typing this post logically.</p><p>It's really not meant for you to read. It's just meant for me to type. Write. Express my thoughts. Yup so go away if you're bored i'm not interested.</p><p>Create memories. Remember the past. I thank you for everything (: Well most of it anyway. Not everything. Some parts were awful. I bet you agree. It was fun though. I think. Yes it was. It was nice.</p><p>As nice as my nail colour. Awesomeeeeeee. </p><p>I feel like shopping. And running. The weather's perfect for running. I wanna lie on my bed finish reading The Bell Jar, start on Perks of Being a Wallflower. I want to sing! I can't though. I want to do something with my life. And i'm not going to ask for help. For once, I'll do something alone.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4934625932223637783-7254606183082534615?l=astarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087328856402817495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934625932223637783.post-1631363777009131742010-04-16T18:04:00.001-07:002010-04-16T18:08:38.898-07:00Everyone seems to be leading a fulfilling and meaningful life. <div><br /></div><div>I feel envious as i blog-hop; hoping to find their sense of belonging and happiness. No doubt, i fail.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life has been bleak. All the wasted emotions. I feel like life has been beating itself on me, hard, and i can't cope with school work nor anything anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't talk to my friends because they's so busy and really there's no one but God to turn to (which is more than enough really) but sometimes a girl just needs someone to listen to.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate myself more than ever for feeling this way, and i'll like to say it's all your fault but it's not.</div><div><br /></div><div>Damn.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4934625932223637783-163136377700913174?l=astarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087328856402817495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934625932223637783.post-69511951380693404722010-01-21T01:23:00.000-08:002010-01-21T01:32:28.462-08:00It's the 20th day of the new year. Time sure flies when you're doing nothing.<br /><br />Things have been running through my mind a lot; and i just don't know how to type it out in words; or even organise them, if it's possible.<br /><br />Many a times i feel like running around the track senseless; but the thought of the distance from home to the stadium just puts me off. What an irony. Swim and run.<br /><br />Books have been my constant companion and i've been lazing around at home all day. Not ideal; but not a turn off either. To slouch in bed without a care in the world is a blessing too; except that it slows down the brain incessantly fast.<br /><br />Looking forward to that breath of fresh air in the evening, after being stifled in the stale atmosphere of the house. Laughters with mommy and daddy have been much appreciated though. Love the folks. The breeze, and milk tea awaiting me.<br /><br />Unorganised thoughts turns into random ramblings, and i have to say that i am truly blessed indeed! With so many many many many wonderful things in the world it's impossible to count. Really brings a person back to reality; knowing how small we are in this big world.<br /><br />I hate this post.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4934625932223637783-6951195138069340472?l=astarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087328856402817495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934625932223637783.post-64703291343971066802010-01-01T05:43:00.000-08:002010-01-01T06:16:24.713-08:00Happy new year people (:<br /><br />The year started off with service and it was really rather lifting. The new desire to commit myself to Him, as well as the re-newed faith and passion.<br /><br />Dinner with family was also satisfying, with a meal of claypot rice and soup. Genki! <3<br /><br />A good start to a good year, cheers!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4934625932223637783-6470329134397106680?l=astarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087328856402817495noreply@blogger.com0