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The Maiden
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La Vie En RoseBy Louis Armstrong  |
Monday, May 26, 2003
Is it true that without expectations, life will be without fear and depression?
If that is the case, can we just live for the moment alone? The maiden spoke at 10:18 PM Happy birthday Po Fun!! The maiden spoke at 7:17 PM Thursday, May 22, 2003
I am feeling odd again, anticipating for school to start each day and then awaiting the moment I get to leave. This restlessness, it has been awhile since I last experienced it, the last time being a year ago. Pray, let it not be what I think it is. It is not a good time for such an occurance, be it beautiful or not.
Focus, Pofun. Please. The maiden spoke at 1:29 PM Monday, May 19, 2003
On crushes.
It wasn't so long ago when he made my heart flip, when just hearing him laugh made me smile. And then one day the novelty wore off. The gitters went, and the happiness he brought disappeared along. I've had my fair share of crushes, and enjoyed every moment of it. It's a gratifying sort of touch that you add to your otherwise monotonous life. It keeps you looking forward each day, counting the moments till the next instant where both your paths meet again. It is even more of an enchanting period of time, to be his secret admirer and appreciate him from afar, or to hear your close friends giggle at your sudden rosiness as he strolls by. I remember my first crush five years back. It wasn't that cute-looking soccer player, nor was it that suave actor. Rather, it was a girl. She was a tad pale, tomboyish, not one of those beauties who would have turned heads, but I loved her all the same. Her cheerful demeanor, incessant grins and sparkling laughter never failed to boost my spirits everytime I met her down the corridors in school. I wasn't one of those homosexuals, and it did seem wierd for me to indulge so completely in thoughts about her. But she was one of the few who would be smiling all day, telling jokes to her peers and watching them laugh in delight. And I do so love her distinctive nature. Along the way, I've idolize several others, mostly whom are especially articulate with words or delightfully well-versed in music. I'd love to name them here, but well, most of them are well-kept secrets that are better off left as they are now. Cheers to them all. The maiden spoke at 11:46 PM Sunday, May 18, 2003
On memories.
Memories fade with time, so do emotions. Yet to deny oneself of any tinge of pain, or happiness, as one recalls those precious moments, is unviable. It has been a little more than a decade since I last hid behind my parents on the sight of approaching strangers. It can't be more than a couple of years from the last time I requested for something unreasonable and whined till my parents gave in. It seems like yesterday when I hypothesised that we live in the Earth and tried to persuade my peers to follow my train-of-thought. The images convoying these memories are vague. I cannot recall what frightened me as much, what unreasonable demand I had, or the names of those whose minds I tried to corrupt by selling them my totally warped ideas. Nevertheless, these are the simple things that drive my emotions on roller-coaster rides. I miss those days so much, tears well up in my eyes when I think of them during those sleepless nights. I'd smile and cry myself to sleep, then laugh at my emotional upheaval the next morning. I am so caught up with the past, that I pull myself out of relationsips before I even embark on one. The fear of leaving happy memories of something that refuses to work out is too much for me to cope with. Sometimes I even lie to cover things up. May I ask you out on a date, he said. My reply always consisted of an excuse. Most of the time it would be some oncoming test. I never knew if he realised that I would never agree, but eventually he did stop asking. And it left me wondering if things would have worked out well between the both of us. Memories certainly fade as time passes. The minute details slowly diminish as we focus on our current life. The previous happiness may eventually lead to a life of stress or depression, and previous heartbreaks will most definately heal. But there will still be occasions which conjure up images long-forgotten. When I spot a young child skipping alongside his parents, I'd unwittingly embark on my personal recount of my childhood days, albeit lacking in details. I do sound old, the way I speak of my memories, and the way I embrace my love-hate relationship with them. While it may not be a good thing to cling on too tightly, memories are something that shapes humanity. It is memories that enable us to feel joy and sorrow, for it is remembrance of past events and our emotions then that distinguishes our feelings. Ultimately, I love happy memories, and the key to building them is to make decisions I will not regret. The maiden spoke at 11:54 PM Thursday, May 15, 2003
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test The maiden spoke at 1:23 PM Saturday, May 03, 2003
I want to be a drop of rain. To fly in the storm, sing to the birds, play with the wind. To swim in the oceans, listen to the mermaids, dance with the fish.
I'll probably be much happier. The maiden spoke at 9:59 PM The maiden spoke at 7:22 PM Thursday, May 01, 2003
 Red/Green/Blue: To you, the world is logical. Everything happens for a reason, life is scientific. You like to find solutions. I doubt you needed to take this quiz in order to realize this. What color do you see the world in? brought to you by Quizilla The maiden spoke at 7:37 PM |
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