petite angel

Spiritual Surrender

2007-02-12T11:04:00.000+08:00

Spiritual Surrender

I was raised in the amidst of countless dreads but only to return upon through the gardens of tulips. I totalled up my blessings of the loveliness, only to came to realisation that it was mere work for the higher wisdom.

Do I still sprint towards that flow of fatality or do I surrender my will to the wisdom of the higher power?

If

2007-02-12T10:54:00.000+08:00

'If each time I picture your smile in me
A star was lit upon us
Darkness would never fall on our love's endless light.'

'And if every time I needed you by me
A bird sang its song
Our symphony would never stop playing
Long after we are gone'

So were we.

2007-02-12T10:51:00.000+08:00

Let this love of mine fade into the surrounding
No longer within my focus, losing importance
Sink into the depths of arts
Only revealed in the times of the unforgotten
That worths no more, but tears

2007-02-11T23:16:00.000+08:00

I was at the beginning of vday's surprise, but it didn't manage to get through vday. Unfinished piece. Piles up like a deadly weapon.

Farewell

2007-02-11T21:41:00.000+08:00

Farewell, my love.

Forgive me for not bidding farewell.

Poly life has ended, so has everything else.

It will fall in place, let go, let live.

Says who, but this is a perfect arrangement. Maybe.

No Longer.

On the loose

2007-01-30T22:07:00.000+08:00

Been inactive for only a while and they froze my chatterbox... what a nice server I've got there. I'm addictively blogging and active, don't freeze it anymore.

[This post is for the server management to improve on their service for this new year.]

Why was it so...

2007-01-11T22:40:00.000+08:00

The one who bestowed strength in those lost light, remind you of those obligations. Not the mention, but the intention. Within oneself, to answer to that expectation you can never afford its unfulfilment. Wake from the depths of oblivion, to that destination of bygone. A sip of your world, left me with no words. Yet so mesmerised that you got me tipsy, illusions fell in empty.

Ultimately, who you have been slaving for, was decided in that before time. Why was it so, that you let it ticked away from me?

I'm your prey. Just yours.

2006-12-18T09:46:00.000+08:00

Reality

Everyone is on the run. People dream of livin' in virtual reality, and I totally love that idea! This means less wimps at the gym!

Holiday

Not really. It's study break, but I'm cool with that, coz I gonna have more time to gym and concentrate on my studies. A lot to catch up with...

Grocery Trip

I luv supermarts! Didn't manage to get anything I wanted though.

Can't blog anymore! My game started!

Rojak

2006-12-14T10:13:00.000+08:00

Graduation Party

Felt like a new social place? Lol...
Been three years but some look like they don't belong
So act like you know everyone there

No Class

A couple of hours more
Gonna continue my training
New Partner
Proabably taking up half the day?

Hate me now and I'm livin' it up. lol...

Year 2007

Unknowingly, we are advancing into 2007
Ok, maybe i'm the only one who's not aware
Didn't keep track of time
Let slip

Pushies

Falling sick or moulting?
I don't know
But it's worrying the hell outta me
I don't wanna get near pets anymore

OCS

2006-12-11T20:52:00.000+08:00

Hassle

I always have got to spend a couple of minutes to get into blogspot ever since they merged with google, which I think that it would disturb the mood of blogging.

OCS

I'm really keen on going to the army, but I have yet convinced the peeps around me that I'm really into it. They think I'm kidding and I'm saying for the sake of saying. Probably only a few supporting my views. I was considering being an officier as a career. Not that kind of temp jobs, I mean a career I can advance on. Mum & Dad weren't supportive too. I guess I still need to gym more to give that impression that I'm not that weak? Lolx... So i guess I should work doubly hard to compensate what I have been slacking through. Time to pick up running too, to get hold of that stamina.

Graduation Party

How nice they make it sounds... Lolx... Happily sending us off. I would have to say that poly life is great, tons of time for maxing and chilling out. End is near though, time to plan for the future.

Hermits

They are camping over my house now, eating papaya? Lolx... Leafies just swopped shell.

Contradicting Roles

2006-12-09T20:03:00.000+08:00

Contradicting Roles

Mishaps of life was a torture to the sight
But when it occurs to oneself, the question 'Why me?' pops up
What's our ultimate role in life? Where does that meaning in it lies?

Losing Weight

It's a pity in life that one has got to sacrifice good food for figures
Alright to control, but obsessed with controlling is nuts

Christmas

It's around the around, which means holiday is nearing
I would probably get some chance to max out
One thing that's worth the wait is the weather i guess
Singapore is scorching everybody out
Hm... Snowflakes? I would get to see those mock ones

Academic

Still on the run, probably churning it out in a couple of days
I'm almost receiving my holiday mood, I can smell it!
Lol... Been trying to settle down since FYP ended
There's something worth the joy, okay i won't get crude
Haha... Cheers

Gym

Trying for the abs
Maybe pick up swimming
Saturated

2006-12-07T22:13:00.000+08:00

I took two hours to get this settled
Finally, I get to splurge my wants to write again

Past

Obligation that haunts me for a year was put to an end just yesterday
Ain't easy, I'm somehow, still, within that boundaries of agitation
Probably not long later, it would have subsided

Present

Hardcore onlooker is peeping me
God knows? Drawing reference? Lol...
I guess that simply signifies that I'm stil performing

Paradisiacal

2006-11-22T12:33:00.000+08:00

Raking the aged, recovering its status, how can one ever inquire paradise? Reflections of one's botchery, repeating itself yet urging for a correction which answer still lies within. We don't even know if it exists so. External and internal, why are we always that medium of fatality? Many seek a different role in life, pending all the 'what ifs'.

Assumption can lead us very far in life, be it a source of motivation or be it the one which fails us.

Conversationist

2006-11-20T22:18:00.000+08:00

Conversationists

I don't like it when strangers come up to me saying hi and expect me to continue the conversation like we are some childhood buddies. (I'm refering to msn if you don't know which kind of conversation I'm commenting about.) These peeps always popped up with a hi and nothing else, so normal human reaction will be 'yes?', thinking that he might have something in mind to talk about. Hm.. ok, put it this way, even if you can't think of a single bit of stuff to talk about, don't work out lines like 'describe yourself'. I'm not attending some interviews, and that's not the right question to start about in the first place. Some peeps who can connect with me or rather move on to a topic with me without difficulty, I call them good conversationists. Hm.. so, if I'm like replying in the ratio of 1:10, most probably I'm not keen with this conversation at all. And! Most important of all! Don't attempt again!

2006-11-14T22:18:00.000+08:00

kiwi

Conviction of Thy Presence

2006-10-26T15:08:00.001+08:00

I dream of every love tale

Mythicizing those loveliest moments

Wishing you were at nowhere but here

As my words drift by

Memories wash me around as are my music

One song after another

I don't wish to carry too much emotions

I tried to relate memory to some other term

Just so not to recognise the fact

That I missed you so

I have a library of memories

Pining thee to review with me

Are you, too, not acknowledging the fact that you miss me?

Or have I gave too much attention

To my endless cycle of emotions riding over me?

Can't you see me at all?

A day by the breeze with my loved ones

I still miss thy presence

Why but this is

All I seek

You are, restrictively, the answer to my doubts

The home of my desperation

The prince of my battles

Can you feel what I feel?

The evening sky drapes above

Hiding the azure beneath

You said you will sing to me

I waited

I wouldn't silence that wait

Conviction of thy presence

I just miss you so...

2006-09-11T12:21:00.000+08:00

Though we know that, when we fall in love...
We know that we will fall out of love someday...
But, being in love...
We have nothing to be afraid of...

Love like you've never been hurt before.

2006-09-05T22:07:00.000+08:00

Ever since the bloggie wave came, the fact that it is no longer just a personal diary where you can blast all your four-letters profanity, was obviously clear to all. I just don't understand why peeps still displays such imbecility if they knew that they'd be backfired by many others. One of such times you get all the fearsome bombarding is 'generalising'. It's akin to lighting up a dynamite, testing on its probability of blowing up.

Recently I have this craze over some kiddy games. One reason for my addiction is due to its simplicity in maneuvering, as it only involves the affair of 6 keys. Ok, I admit that I'm an illiterate when it comes to RPG games, I can't play games that requires more than 6 keys for nuts.

Self-Pity

2006-08-21T11:46:00.000+08:00

I lost the compass of my direction, the sail of my ship, the captain of my heart...

-Qin-

Dewy Flower

2006-08-19T22:49:00.000+08:00

Lost the tendency to pen down my thoughts, probably due to my inability to sense what's still around or what's not. I don't know what to say, how to react, when to response. With a smile, I won't fall right in front of you.

Still... In the amidst of whimpers, I'll never forget the love he once gave.

Dewy flowers are a beauty to the eyes, soothing to the hearts.

恋

2006-08-16T09:32:00.000+08:00

Obsess with the process of love, or destination? Deceptiveness of scripts, transcedency of precious love. Pursuing fruitlessly for that chimera...

赞美着那段过去的爱恋，无时刻着迷的深思。
在思念着他的程思里，我流出了一丝的泪水，
让我了解了，爱，不能有期望。
真实的他，切是如此的温馨，
隔着一道墙的他，且又是如此的冷漠。
握着彼此的手的那一刻，心里又带着哪种真心告白？
静不下心来的我，又该不该为他锻炼期待？

〈芹〉

Supposed

2006-08-08T11:57:00.000+08:00

Supposed the only thing I can do today is to sit here and study all day, I would have bored to death. In fact, I have to do this for a week or longer, but pity I'm not a saint, so I probably wouldn't die any sooner which is a bad thing. In this state of processing mind, you don't suppose me to blog anything decent. Trip to Hong Kong is still pending.. Not sure if I've got the guts to stay in the hotel for a week, alone. The only thought that came to me when I saw the offer was,'Perfect! 42 inch plasma screen, king size bed, perfect room set-up, daily room service and smacked right in the center of the city!' Then dad & mum scared the daylight outta me with their personal experiences.. How nice of them, I thought. -_-" Now I feel like having pudding or some dessert.. ee.. 越想越想吃..

Got to study again.. 闷死我了

Til Then

2006-08-04T13:01:00.000+08:00

Lesson 1: I only came upon realisation today, about how silly one looks when he/she smiles to his/her phone. Coz a guy opposite me has been smiling for the past 15 minutes, and still is.

Documentary

2006-07-28T12:19:00.000+08:00

Rewinds and plays, repeating itself without its audience. The scripts never changes, the actors do.

Invitations came in, options of avoidance came in. Slip into any, I hope not. Not now.

Pen Away

2006-07-27T21:11:00.000+08:00

Addressing all these cerebrations, I have got no wish to browse again. Desiderating to disdain, I leave it all behind.

Gratitude

2006-07-26T19:56:00.000+08:00

Gratitude that I was given a window to that world of yours, trusting you for freeing me. Like the theory of quicksand, I came upon realization not resist but to go with the flow. Perhaps I was long aware of this fact, but I wasn't really thinking deep enough.

Occupied, yes. Joke around, play a fool. The moment I fear most is the tranquil of the night, where thoughts came haunting the hell out of me.

Day Three

2006-07-25T21:17:00.000+08:00

Pacing around in that vicious cycle, without obstacles. Stuck in sorrow and self-pity. I fell in love without anticipating the moment of losing it, no one falls in love with that thinking. Hate to see it fade from my life, but I had, there wasn't a choice. Or rather, I only gave myself the option of respecting it. Promises are in abundance, but they only acts as guidelines. They are only present for the sake of presenting itself.

I wish I could peak the stages of anger to ease self-pity, but all I could selflessly afford is to respect and understand.

Forgive. To forgive is to deprive him from being responsible of my grieve.

2006-07-24T19:16:00.000+08:00

The part i resent most from my grief is to feel powerless to bring back that lost love.

Movies portrayed a far too perfect, misleading fact to lives. I live in a world deprived of perfect feelings to deliever the perfect lines at the perfect time. When the magic is gone, Cinderella has to go. Fairy tales can be choreographed, but the loveliness in these events is not available in real life. Movie, is like a reflection, pointing out what's missing in our lives. It merely tells us, 'Hello... do you know how deprived u are of perfection?'

The once young and naive soul of mine, who plotted future love life as flawless as the angels, til then, has yet to cascade.

A sip of liqueur, a sad love song, a faint aroma of candles. Slipping into the sinking darkness, into the night.

Signing off,
Qin

Grave Site

2006-07-23T20:38:00.000+08:00

Face it: Love isn't like it is in the movies. Walt Disney and Doris Day lied to us. I want my money back.

Am i fighting inside with my inability to change what happened? Bittersweet, replaced was, but, a dull numbness, reminding me of that lost. Soon enough when the numbness gradually thaws, reality sets in like you're only one second away from the death sentence. Every recall of it magnifies this pain to 100 times maginification. Losing love is like a knight being stripped off of his armour, what's left will be the raw pain of battle wounds. Building all over again, like a lost game trying to recoup its pride.

Home --- The love-atm. No matter how much injustices we had spiralled down, home is the only place to make all these bearable.

A light conversatiom

2006-07-21T21:31:00.000+08:00

It's gonna be one of those countable daily entries for today, hah..

Almost until i'm edging graduation that I realised how unfavourably I was pinned upon. I was listed 'bitchy'... hm.. since year one.. lolx.. thanks to Jingsi's enlightenment. I was about to ask her how could I have changed that image, but I guess it was redandunt when she said that I had that kind of face. So it kind of left me utterly speechless. And that.. I kind of spurged two, three hundred bucks to be a poodle. I don't disagree though, lolx.. Imagine how disappointed I was when the hairdresser removed those plastic perm rods.. I was like.. 'wow.. what now?'

I guess I can't rid those terms now that I'm still considered a 'no,no' for girls. lolx.. Let live. No 'lady' luck for me, so be it. lolx..

Human Relations

2006-07-17T12:39:00.000+08:00

Caught in a hostile situation today. If I was to say I see no faults upon it, I'd be lying. I wouldn't state so, but I thought that she could have handled it better with a tinch of interpersonal intelligence. It was mere work, that depends on how you put your message across.

Recalling a profile in friendster whereby someone claims to abhore the sucess of other people, exposed me to a window of inferiority in some. The state of human relations binds like a heap of afro. Complexity. Judgement of the conscientious lies on a bare tread in obscurity.

2006-07-11T21:06:00.000+08:00

Impetus blooms after my long-term deprivation of cavorting. Attaining bodily-kinesthetic intelligence is my aim.

Music. It pours in perturbation.

To my hardcore fan: Good try today.

2006-07-10T14:26:00.000+08:00

Art peeps nowadays destitute in their morals, or art they a dyed-in-the-wool herd of peeps who has an emfeeblement to social concerns.

Some peeps simply lacks interpersonal intelligence, ought to learn, or get enlightened through the pool of sarcasms peeps offer. Latest printing technology is, again, simply nonsensical.

2006-06-29T21:41:00.000+08:00

The fragments of thoughts sank me into a state of anesthesia, piddling my youth. Fear of thirsting after life, and inactivity, paralyzing one into dormancy. Paradoxically, I abhor vicissitude. Let live.

She is still feeding me with trickles of abhorrence. Sick.

2006-06-23T23:13:00.000+08:00

It's only when their presences are missed, that the reminders became unknowingly bold. By then, these presences could have fade some distances away, enough for a good chase.

2006-06-22T20:42:00.000+08:00

Preposterous

2006-06-22T19:50:00.000+08:00

I don't know if peeps nowadays are destitude in their morals or are they afraid to lose stand. It's really absurd witnessing their undoings.

Grilled Prawns

2006-06-21T20:03:00.000+08:00

I was kinda elated when it's done, but I guess it was a disappointment... I put much effort into doing it and of course I expected the results to be pretty desirable. It was bad. I mean, it still taste like normal prawns, but my expectations were kind of high after those pricks and energy.. yea.. you know what I mean.

Mummy was saying,'Next time, probably you can...'

'Nope, no more next time'

Coerced

2006-06-21T15:18:00.001+08:00

Thinking about how I always manage to bump into him now, wasn't purely because of coincident. One could almost say that I warrant the slip. I was once trapped in my perfectism that I'd have been contented to fade into the background, as things drift past me. Moments come and go, and I'm still here. Life revolving around my love ones, disregarding the future. I refused to be penalised for isolation and unability to socialize, when it comes to human contact. Not until I realised the exigency, my grasp was no longer requisite. I see my position, bare. Just a few small fry that hinders operations. There're just too many gaps I've yet to fill in, and the past of me that demands perfection just stubbornly refuses to trudge on.

Instead of waxing lyrical about life, shouldn't I look in the eye and just live?

2006-06-21T15:18:00.000+08:00

One Last Cry Piano - Improved

Illusion Walk

2006-06-20T11:17:00.000+08:00

Urging for a walk.
Just alone.
For some thoughts to playback itself.

Where to journey? Just walk, I told myself.

I saw him at the bus stop. I paused and hesitate. He was expecting me. Throughout the course, his presence incited the surrounding to wither. I wish baby was here, then he would have walked away. Still, i was alone with him.

On impluse, I ran. Away from him. But he was too fast for me.

Home. Hope I wouldn't get to see him so soon.

Reality. So many task for completion.

E-learning Comments

2006-06-19T20:43:00.000+08:00

Both sessions were futile and impractical. Plain wastage of time, difficile for communications to be possible. I totally understand the purpose of e-learning week, but if results are anticipated to be achieved from students, I don't think it's feasible.

I was thinking if I really got kicked out, I still do have something to look back upon.

2006-06-19T15:50:00.000+08:00

Brian McKnight / One Last Cry

2006-06-19T10:48:00.000+08:00

Mc Dull

Unmitigated Indulgence

2006-06-19T09:38:00.000+08:00

As I lifted my lids to the gleam coruscating through the drape, scarcely anticipating dullness'd linger. Pacing in apathy, forgive my procrastination.

Imperceptible

2006-06-16T14:40:00.000+08:00

Day was zilch, diurnal rhymths put me more dead than ever. Much to accomplish, measly done. Chanced upon a couple of blogs, but none conveyed sufficient urge for me to pen one.

Been on the hunt for a perennial interest that I could possibly invest on, for the years ahead, allowing space for reminiscence.

A wedding dinner. If you'd asked where I've in mind to go.

Or see a mako.

Slip of Words

2006-06-13T09:54:00.000+08:00

Justifying my sensibility, leashing me was a kiss of commitment. Freedom was the culprit if it was shear obligations.

Yesterdays

2006-06-12T11:09:00.000+08:00

The image says it all...

2006-06-09T17:45:00.000+08:00

2006-06-09T17:43:00.000+08:00

2006-06-09T17:30:00.000+08:00

On our anniversary~

15.05.06

2006-05-15T12:30:00.000+08:00

Envy God's creations for its luminary, O' dost abhor his inequality.

2006-04-28T21:04:00.000+08:00

Pressure Speedings

2006-04-23T20:09:00.000+08:00

Path is narrowing itself, limiting my urge to escape. I'm losing sane, crashing ends. Sometimes, I just wish I could wake in a land nobody exists, plant some crops, count some stars. If I could hasten my pace, I might see less. If ever, though.

I witness human greed, so much that warmth slips far too much.

Smile is an expression of happiness, or a mask for grievance? I questioned the Great.

The path of certainty became so vague. Blurred vision screening for exits, instead of sensible paths.

They say I have nothing to gain no more, why do I still question? Human greed or Crashing Ends?

My 'What Ifs'

2006-01-11T20:27:00.000+08:00

I've too much to ponder to life. Some affects me, others don't really. Each time, silent creeps in unknowingly, I slipped into deep thoughts. They do make an impact. Usually one to curse upon ur days.

Deep thinkers tend to create an attraction towards people, in the other way, it is also the attraction which builds up the barrier between the thinker and non-thinker. The unexplainable barrier of the non-thinker unable to appreciate the depth of the thinker, and the thinker who can't bring across the feelings within. But, one thing I'm sure of, the non-thinkers are usually the happy ones.

'If' thinkers could let go of the depth, they could possibly be much better off. As a thinker, I doubt it's possible though... Enlighten me, kind souls.

Tainted Path

2005-12-23T21:20:00.000+08:00

Sweet misery, he ignores but me alone.
Attending waits no distance apart from the awaits of death, to breathe their last.
Opposing thoughts at mortal war,
Beauty it once did stand,
then fogged but rest upon none.

Sin of Possesseth Love

2005-12-17T20:39:00.000+08:00

Tasking not the devotion thee hold upon,
To honour these images of void.
The defendant that plea deny,
Spoke of thy fair appearance lies.
Devouring timeless limitations,
Art thine composing verse of corruption to this beauty?

2005-11-10T20:03:00.000+08:00

my beloved junior~!!

2005-11-10T20:02:00.000+08:00

Raffles City~

Piking

2005-11-07T15:00:00.000+08:00

As I manage to catch a glimpse of the flashes of our daily lives, I guess man have really lose a grandeur. I couldn't help but raised up comparisons between the past and then. Each giving an equivocal answer, with a speech of its own. What we perceive, no longer appears as black and white, nor square and solid. As approbation bends to edge of utmost flexibility, no longer worthy of esteem. The realistic darkness of the seemingly blaze of glory, dims the once glamourous sight to a soft alpenglow.

A verdure to create, such a winsome to lighten those of a winter.

~Qin~

2005-10-03T22:42:00.000+08:00

2005-10-03T22:41:00.000+08:00

i made new shoes for jr~!

2005-10-02T16:39:00.000+08:00

new gloves too~!

2005-10-02T16:36:00.000+08:00

new hat for junior~

2005-10-02T11:31:00.000+08:00

my lil' hanger juz fits so well~

2005-10-02T11:30:00.000+08:00

junior's coat~ aww.. so adorable!

2005-10-02T11:29:00.000+08:00

junior's new dress~! I spent one night to make it for her!!

2005-10-02T11:27:00.000+08:00

my junior~

Fille - Like that of a Rose

2005-09-28T21:08:00.000+08:00

Never be able to crease its dependent upon love and care
A rose
A fille

Every delicate touch fluttering within for a peek of beauty
A blooming rose
A dainty fille

A wee bit of inadvertance seizing its allurement
A withering rose
A frail fille

For a timeless devotion of speck-less perfection
A dependent rose

A fille always yearn for consistence love.

~Petite Fille~

2005-09-25T23:05:00.000+08:00

Junior ^^.

2005-09-23T19:04:00.000+08:00

lovey cake yea? love it so...

Desire Street

2005-09-22T21:26:00.000+08:00

A torch is dependent on batteries to light up. Batteries are like desires within our hearts, due to desires, that created the array of lights. Guiding our paths through the short but narrow journey. Once this desire died down, no longer with the ability to shine upon your darkness, one'll seek for stronger desires to continue the rest of the journey to reach their final destination. In the end, the further we swayed, the more difficult it'll be for any possible returns.

Thought of a petite brain,
~Petite Fille~

Lithe Joviality

2005-09-20T12:53:00.000+08:00

Exuberantly enchanting...
with its boldly dominations.

I'm far too presumptuous..
from thy genteel.

Exquisitely flawless.

Gift beyong heavenly bestowal...
- Thy.

~Petite Fille~

2005-09-18T22:27:00.000+08:00

mugging~ exams...

Ethereal or Earthly

2005-09-18T15:33:00.000+08:00

Airy apparition or reality dost thee devise my vainness?

~Petite Fille~

Bind

2005-09-13T20:11:00.000+08:00

The moment I arrived upon this world, I was indebt - to my parents, especially my mommy who gave birth to me. She gave me those mortal touch with her benevolence, and she expected her returns. I can see that i her eyes. Never once I tried to void these responsibilities of mine, but just a matter of time I acquire my ability to do so.

That wasn't my topic, but i wanted them to know that I respect them, and it had never creased a single bit.

Out of this lil' brain of mine (which also belongs to them), I realised I'm noth' but just another belonging of theirs. Just like that of a robot that merely under the creations of some marvelous scientists. I don't really fancy the thought of penning down negative thoughts, but perhaps, this paragraph may have stood out stronger than any other entries of mine. I'm thinking real deep, but I wish to abstain from strong words.

Fishy died today. Waking up to feed fishy, i came to realise it floating on the surface of the water sideways. When I moved it to the kitchen, mommy gave me a cold look and commented a few nasty words. I felt a contraction inside my chest area.

What I could do was just this small - .
Petite Fille

2005-08-09T19:58:00.000+08:00

I didn't say baby was trying to act cute~ ops..

2005-08-09T19:56:00.000+08:00

baby with lion~ resembles eh? lolx..

2005-08-09T19:55:00.000+08:00

A day at the zoo with baby~!

2005-07-29T21:33:00.000+08:00

moomoo is a lil' drenched today, coz I cried on him~ he absorbed all the tears i shed~ high absorbance~!

2005-07-27T22:08:00.000+08:00

Baby got this for me at the arcade~! hee~ love it lots~~ aww... anyway.. he's moomoo!

2005-07-17T23:26:00.000+08:00

Baby is throwing tantrums again... :X

2005-07-17T23:24:00.000+08:00

Food Heritage. Nice run. Nice food, gotta build up on the ambience.

Gift

2005-07-17T20:11:00.000+08:00

Months under his care, I've more to return than just mere gratitude. His selflessness guiding of my starving yet naive soul, means noth' but signifies my flaws to my disability to love. I witness the esscense of love, evacuating the void of my aimless pace in the creepy breeze. I'm no longer a beauty to the eyes of being, in hope that I'd never have to display noth' ever. Only you.

~Petite Fille~

Shades of Blue

2005-06-20T20:56:00.000+08:00

Declaration of elementariness could've wield a heavenly touch with ultimate grace
Lifeless souls art unintentional calling upon a disgraceful sight

Expectations rising with mediocre o' nothing
Fragments of debris besiege my senses
Obscuring impluse desires for a break through

-Petite Fille-

2005-06-19T11:09:00.000+08:00

baby's penning down on our diary.. (pacific coffee)

2005-06-19T11:08:00.000+08:00

thanks baby for this pic!

2005-06-13T21:15:00.000+08:00

In your sweet embrace, longing to remain indefinitely.

2005-06-13T21:07:00.000+08:00

Timeless blessings, he's the source of my beauty.

Deprive me of Dependency

2005-06-12T00:23:00.000+08:00

I feel that I don't belong (to you).

-Petite Fille-

Complexity

2005-06-07T22:14:00.000+08:00

Initially in life, human relations never implicates such complexity ever. Everyone has their first contact with their loved ones, lucky you if you're the first and the last, for what you have is what solely belongs to you. Only through experiences, do we gain maturity and identity.

I wish to retain that purity. What I own, isn't really mine. I've nothing to lose.

-Petite Fille-

Love Tales

2005-06-04T20:07:00.000+08:00

The usual penny-pinching mummy of mine, had managed to imprint a smile on daddy's face. Like the daily routine she makes from day to day, she's never at home during the early hours of the day. I didn't presume that she was off to the market. I took it as a fact.

She came home, but at a slightly later hour than the usual. The differences I oberseved was, she was empty-handed, with a little bit more expression on her. Like one of those days you see her when she return from her shopping trip, that wince for spending. I wasn't curious though, allowing my eye lids to drift down with gravity, within seconds, I didn't know no nothing anymore.

In the mid hour, I was still in bed. They called it the sleepy hours, I don't disagree. She went out after a phone call. This time, I learn the whole process through hearing, the ringing of the phone call and the light thud of the closing wooden door. Within forty-five or an hour, I can hear those haunting voices of her again. I was praying like this,'hope she's not talking to me..'

She was.

In the end, I realised that she went to the garage herself, to do something to the car for daddy. Got the tyres changed, waxed it and patching-up services. Walked a pretty amazing distant distance to be able to get a transport home.

A lady, always trying to please her man, could do everything without a complain, just to bring that smile upon her man when he gets back home from work. But I just don't get the same treatment from her. I still love the sight of this little romance she's willing to create. Are men ever responsive to these? Maybe, maybe not.

-Petite Fille-

2005-06-04T00:09:00.000+08:00

Day tour GLs rox~! But where're the rest of the GLs? Okay, we're the photo fanatics... the are.. hmm... busy. lolx.. see that grin on us when we get to slack? lolx.. that's it.

2005-06-04T00:01:00.000+08:00

tipsy~! break during prep camp~ GMs rox!

2005-06-03T22:17:00.000+08:00

ribbie~

Despondency

2005-06-03T22:16:00.001+08:00

My whole existence having once had you for its sole object, imperishable affection in its full harvest, yet to fulfil, what's utterly a disgrace.

The regard and esteem you lavish upon me, which i press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.

In this life, the most magnificent scene, is the one huanted in my fantasy and its pursuit leads to you. Love is the most beautiful saddness in the world.

I cannot behold you without ardor; my heart still answers to your voice, my blood in my veins to your footsteps.

-Petite Fille-

Souls o' True

2005-05-31T22:36:00.000+08:00

Rekindling faint flames burning in the shadowless nights
Rebirth casting upon the shameless souls
Rebonding what was once falling apart

Seeking sense of belonging for a commitment of one fifth of a decade.

-Petite Fille-

如果

2005-05-26T22:48:00.000+08:00

每一个人，在做某件事情时，都会疏忽了某些事务。也因为在此时刻，让许多因该体会到的美，而随时间流失。如果上帝允许，愿你祠我在掉泪时，依然能体会到这一段美。

每一段忧愁后，都会跟随着一丝丝的优美，就如春夏秋冬的含义。就算是冷漠无情的冬天，也带出了洁白浪漫的温暖。

每一片落叶，代表了离别与开始。这两种含义也不过是一线之差，任何一个含义，都掌握在个人的选择。

美，你又体会到了吗？

- 渺小的我 -

Pain Overwhemling Pain

2005-05-25T11:52:00.000+08:00

I had no wish for recovery. To let this physical pain overtake my emotional breakdown. So as to tell me I'm weak, but not emotionally wise.

Keep me going in the stage of failing health, deprive me the pains of the reality world.

-Petite Fille-

Star Gazing

2005-05-24T19:51:00.000+08:00

To capture what's alluring despite the uttering obscurity
Bracing for a melancholic smile beneath every glimpse of thee
Suffusing me are dost' abandonment
I've but no one to call my own

I long merely to belong
Only to your touch

-Petite Fille-