Here's a story of a girl,
 Living in the lonely world,
 A hidden note, A secret crush,
 A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
 And when you smile I check you out,
 But you don't even know my name,
 You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
 If you lose your way,
 I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
 If I change my clothes,
 Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
 If I say hello,
 Will you notice me?


PROFILEY

I am a girl who don't know herself, aside from the fact that I am as stubborn as a mule (or perhaps even more stubborn...)

WISH LISTY
Are these even counted as wishes?
To get into a good college;
To stay with my friends next year, and for that, we have to get a house first;
To get a degree;
To become a cartoonist, at Walt Disney Studio, if they are still around and had not been 'eaten' by Pixar, though that is unlikely;
To get a proper laptop;
To have more time to do the things I want;
To get a scholarship;
Crap... these don't count as wishes, they are more like ambitions!

LEAVE ME A TAGY


EXITSY

Juzblue. HL Milk. Nicolet. Scorpteen. Vonn. Girl. Evelyn. Emotera. Tian Ning.

ARCHIVES;

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CREDITS;

Designer
Photobucket.
Blogger.
Blogskins.
Picture 1
Picture 2
Splatter Brushes
Lyrics of the song "Notice Me" by Zetta Bytes

Saturday, April 14, 2007
11:22 PM

Ah... my back hurts, because I sprained it... It's torturing, you know, to type when you have to sit straight all the time and suffer the rebel of my back whenever I bent, even if it's only a little slouch.

Anyway (oh dear, I'm getting extremely fond of this word), this blog is not going to be about my back (spraining a back at such a young age is rather humiliating to me, this shows how...er... weak my skeletal systems are), it is about this children book called The Thief Lord.

I'll just touch a little about the story line (it'll take the magic out of this story if I talk too much about the story, isn't it?). It's about these brothers, called Prosper and Boniface who land themselves in Venice, cold and hungry until they are taken in by this mysterious Thief Lord. On their trail is the bungling detective- Victor Getz, sent to take them back to their aunt. And among all these flurry of activities, a treasure is thrown in. So it is rather appropriate to say it's a story of Hide and seek and Treasure Hunt mixed together.

I love the name Prosper and Bo (short form for Boniface), I like Bo's antics, and I like the detective as well (he is rather kind-hearted). But most of all, I like the setting- Venice. The way the author talk about the canals and gondolas, the alleys and the Italian that floats in the very air, it is beautiful. Suddenly, I wanted to go to Venice myself. (But I've no time nor no money for such an expensive holiday)

I drew pictures of Venice from the books, I'll post it next time, I'm lazy to scan it into the computer now (and don't forget about my poor back).

The story has no romance, only the innocence that could only be possesed by a story written for children. If anyone out there got hold of this book, and wouldn't mind experiancing once more the delights of reading your first book, than start flipping through the pages and allow the words to sweep you to the nooks and cranies of Venice. Happy reading!

Will you ever notice me...

Thursday, April 05, 2007
6:53 PM

Today, Miss Sour Milk mentioned my blog is kind of boring... Which is something that I don't exactly blame her, it is not exactly good, after all, I'm just blogging for fun, not to enter some writing competition...

Than once again, I wonder what am I blogging for? I could not possibly totally let my dark side out anymore, considering that my fellow friends are actually reading it. Humans tend to be slightly artificial, we cannot possibly be true to others, in fact, I don't think we can be true to ourselves either. We tend to change under people's influence, change to fit in. Perhaps our true selves had been lost after going throught one after another metamorphosis.

So while I blog, I tend to keep things hidden, to hide my weakness, or to hide some of my ugly thoughts. Secrets, what define this word? Perhaps it merely stands for unspoken thoughts?

But then again (there's always a voice behind my mind that contradicts my every thought and action), what we youngsters know about? What rights do I, a yougnster have to sound like a philosopher? There goes a chinese saying: "What does a youngster know about suffering? They are merely pitying themselves/making up all these suffering to fill in the lines of poetry."

But then again, this is a democratic country. Although I am a youngling who knows nothing about true pain/suffer, I still have the rights to express my opinions/thoughts. These thoughts are like what people say: a passing thought. They just pass by, and it is gone within the endless swirl of other thoughts.

So, my dear guest, just brush these thoughts aside as the ramblings of another bored teenager, and go on with whatever you are doing. They are really nothing to be bothered about. ^_^

Will you ever notice me...

Sunday, April 01, 2007
9:14 PM

清明时节雨纷纷, 路上行人欲断魂.

This is a chinese proverb (or is it poem) describing Cheng Beng, the day where chinese have to go clean up the tomb and pray their ancestors, it's a day of remebrance, and at the same time, to make sure our forefather's resting place is well maintained.

Translation for the poem: Rain falls on the day of Cheng Beng, the passers-by hope their souls would be gone. (Yada yada... I know it is a very lousy translation, and it sounds so much more nicer in Chinese, but hey, I gotta do some kind of explaination for those who can't read chinese, right?) The meaning is basically like: on the day of Cheng Beng, those who are left behind (by the deceased) are so sad that they hope their soul would 'break', and even the gods are crying. (Sometimes, Chinese are so dramatic, but then again, everyone tend to be dramatic one time or another)

The last few years on Cheng Beng, the rain did not fall, it was actually hot like hell. This year, it not only rained, there was actually a downpour, and I'm wet. Shortly after, I got an headache, because I got the rain, and our buns and cakes (the offerings) were also wet, so we can't eat it, and I did not have breakfast in the morning. *Grumble grumble* I hope this would not happen again... Although my grandma said 'rain' is actually a symbol of blessing, but I still don't like the rain, and with all the pollution going on, I have a feeling that the rain that fall on us might be acid rain. But then again, my hometown is not exactly that polluted, so the rain might not be extremely acidic after all.

So, I've finished grumbling about my very wet Cheng Beng, and I would like to type more other things that happened earlier, but my dear sister wants the computer to do her coursework, so I would have to surrender this valuable device to her.

Oh ya, for Malaysians out there who are interested in comics, and have a talent for drawing, there is a comic drawing competition coming up, hosted by Gempakstarz. Further information can be found at the website: www.gempakstarz.com

Will you ever notice me...