::Love like you've never love::

Thursday, January 27, 2005

I'm confused. Why does life have to be so COMPLICATED???
The voice of a little gal's
who's wandering in the big big world,
lost in her thoughts.
Heart shattering.
Broken pieces.
Torn apart.
Ouch.

Clare [1:04 AM]

Saturday, January 22, 2005

1.13am - My com is infected with spyware, darn it.
Hate all the malicious and exasperating viruses that crept into my system and create a turmoil.
Vexatious pop up ads. Haiz.
Anyway, don't let all the moronic viruses destroy my mood.
Nixon's bdae celebration was a success.
The night was immersed in the beautiful melody of nixon's performance. A lulling and romantic ambience.
Most of the fun was concentrated in the balloons popping part though. We get to see some uncommon performances - sin doing the chicken dance, evan singing on a stage, guru dancing pole dance, nixon doing a considerably "similar" version of jolin's and an indian dance around a palm tree and evan trying his very best to wrench laughter out of us with his stoic expression staring readily at each of us. Side-splittingly hilarious.
Tired. Ending now...happy bdae boy.

Clare [1:12 AM]

Saturday, January 15, 2005

This is one dreary day. Bummer. Didn't really wanna go my uncle's hse today but my mum told me my cousin will be bringing her jap bf over. My curiosity got the better of me. So i'll be leaving my house in like..2 hrs time. Oh yeah, and i hv touch my maths yet, darn. Don't have the motivation to study it. Ahhh..studying maths is one drudging and detestable work. I changed my blog music to "Everytime". ^_^ Creates a romantic ambience.

Clare [4:36 PM]

Friday, January 14, 2005

New skin, yucky maths and irky guy.
A new skin for my bloggy! No more fluffy cute teddy bears sitting at a corner, decided to go for the morbid style. Did quite alot of editing to my template, I've added jay's melodious voice to my bloggy. Lol. I'm elated.
I can sense my imminent doom. Maths test on mon. Eek. Vectors and mathematical induction. Double yucks. Maths seriously inflict permanent damage to my senses. Just today i was on the bus with Cherie and we passed by pasir ris mrt. There's a pathway and road connecting to it and guess what's the first thing that came to my mind? Horrible yucky maths! A picture of a triangle joined the points of the pathway, road and station together with points A, B and C. Directional vectors a, b and c representing the lines. Omg, cant believe dat kind of revolting images actually appeared in my mind.
Another thing to note, met an irksome guy on the net. Telling me to go to bed NOW. What the heck. I don't even know him at all, not his name, not his looks, nothing with a capital N k. And there he goes, acting like i know him extremely well. Ludicrous fellow. Trying to act cool and macho but failed miserably to. Next time pls flaunt your MCP behaviour with someone you know, rather then a complete stranger.

Clare [9:33 PM]

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Heaven created guys to break girls' hearts. Heaven created girls to get their hearts broken. Vice versa.
Here we are endlessly pursuing true love. There we go, endlessly getting our hearts broken. What the heck.
Love, this seemingly simple 4 alphabets, the pain it has inflicted on thousands, the faith in it which has binded the hearts of thousands. Itz relentlessly tearing people apart. I love you. You love me. I hurt you. You hurt me. Sad.
Love is so alluring and yet so deceiving. It creates this warm fuzzy and romantic feeling in your heart, making you feel as if you are in bliss, making you vulnerable to the imminent misery that follows. Tears, despair, hurt, misery. They are inevitable as we seek for our true love.
My two cents worth.

Clare [11:08 PM]

Friday, January 07, 2005

Itz been a long long time since i drop by to post something..
Anyway, I found something interesting the other day while going through my cupboard. My old diary. Gosh, and I realized how much i hated my secondary school OM. Here's what i wrote in my diary:
" Who did he think he is? A pig? Reason why i hate him so much: It was a fine afternoon and Mrs Tan was teaching english. The stupid fat pig came storming in and started spraying saliva all over us. (Translation, he's scolding us) Or, would you prefer, threatening. Well, you see, Mrs Tan was going to go for a course and she's leaving early. And this stupid pig told the monitor that if anybody walks around, report his or her name to him. He certainly live up to his name for threatening people. Daniel (our poor monitor) was told that if he (Mr Ong) sees anybody walking, he will fly into the room. And if Daniel could not give the name of the culprit, he would give him (Daniel) a stroke of cane for each person who walked. Mrs Tan shot Daniel a pity look. Who did Mr Ong thinks he is anyway? He's just a plain, old, stupid pig. I should have sue him at the ministryof education. Darn old Ong! (And i seriously meant it)"
That's exactly what I wrote in my diary. The anger I must have felt at that time.

Clare [1:45 AM]