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5/27/2011 01:05:00 AM
Friday, May 27, 2011

im not gonna let it knock me down again.

wish i could go to a place like that right now ^ lie on the grass and just stare. stare at nothing but the stars in the sky.

recently, we had a step down ceremony for our taekwando seniors and never thought that the feeling would come back when we would have to see our seniors step down again as they leave you with the responsibility of filling their shoes. it feels like red cross all over again, sigh. really gonna miss them.

mid years actually start today and im still awake. bahh. should most probably go to sleep now so, nights.

can't believe im posting this here but..

Dear you, whom I’ve just met.
You will probably never get to see this little note but here goes.

Thanks for making me smile so happily after such a long time. Its been a while since ive smiled this genuinely. Every morning im waking up with not a single temptation of falling back to bed but yet with an anxiety to face the day, looking forward to what might be happening next. No matter how late I may have slept the day before, there will always be a shock of energy running through my veins. It pushes me on because you gave me that push, that happiness to carry on.

It sounds rushed and strange especially with our recent proper acknowledgment of one another’s existence, however, heard bout you a long time ago but just never thought I would get the chance to talk to you or even say a word of, hello. Now we’ve been sms-ing nonstop since the beginning of the week. Never have I sent anyone so many smses before in such a short period of days. To be frank? I dislike smsing people and sometimes never replying due to being caught up with something else but never has anyone left me waiting for a reply or eager to reply for a long while now.

Theres something special bout you. you have such an amazing character, humorous personality, beautiful smile and can actually withstand my cheesy humour. I really don’t know how you do it but you are seriously one extraordinary person. Its been soo long since ive been dying to meet someone like you. but then, im sorry.

Messed it up. And now its just, silence.

Tomorrows my paper and really don't want to add kerosine to the fire or make the situation any worst.

I think too much, read into things too much. But I can’t help it. Agreed that its perhaps too early for me to say this but for now, I really like you.

-
A long while back, ive learnt that you do not need a group of people to be by you side for you to feel comfortable even if its in a new environment. Cause, at the end of the day, one friend who actually understands and connects well with you, is equivalent to a million friends who are just putting on a mask and laughing along with you with heartless thoughts and dirt in their minds. Presently, came to a similar conclusion but that one friend is just hard to find.

♥


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Welcome to my blog of rants inspired through the scribbles of one's mind.

poem inspired by agatha, alex, celine
i starred at the fan on the celing,
lifting my watch to my eyes.
it was 12 am in the morning.
i looked out of the window
as i admired the clear night sky.
leaving my bed as i started to walk towards the table,
reaching out for that knife which laid there alone.
crying and crying,
as each crystal clear tear fell to the floor one by one.
feeling the fresh, cold blood rush out of my skin.
having its pain numbed by these falling tears.
and therefore. that was when the phrase,
"BLOODSHED TEARS" was formed :D

HAHAH!

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Prologue

Name: Ruth Lee
A lost, confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
Birthdate: 21st Feb 1994
SCGS!!!
1PR 07. 2PR 08. 3CO 09. 4CO 10
Red Cross!!!
Fellow member of the CLAN (established in 2010)
Fellow Head of the L.U (established in 2010)
Fellow cactus cadet of E.C.C(established in 2008)
[Evil Cactus Clan]

Overall?
An unusual fwen who is in love with music and is contented with the simple pleasures :)
Pretty much just a lost confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
But but! If you meet me one day, come up to mua and whack me on the back and you'll get a poke in return :D
but if you whack me when im holding something, expect a whack filled with torns >:)

But honestly?

Hmmm. Lets just say there's more than meets the eye

*grins*

A list of hopes:
chance to go star gazing
chance to enjoy the sunset at the sea side
chance to meet (people) in the future
chance to play lunia with me lunia buddy, wenqian
for both hands to clap instead of one
lots of stuff my dear friend, lots of stuff :)
something i know one cannot achieve


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