we'll always have paris.

.Monday, September 21, 2009 ' 10:59 PM Y

;all the things i'll never say.

And thinking of the weekend we were in love.

hello, world.

Take me above your light, 
Carry me through the night, 
Hold me secure in flight, 
Sing me to sleep tonight.

rawr. i'm in a much better mood today, as compared to yesterday. hell, anything in comparision to yesterday would have been better. yeah baby, yesterday sucked. actually it was pretty ok, come to think of it. i managed to use two blog posts to get the message across! if you must know know know, i love conveying messages through blog posts :D i mean, it's like subtle, but if the person reads it and goes, ohmmyfudge she's talking about me!, it'd be totally sweeeeet. not to mention, since no names are revealed, he/she would be up all night wondering if the person i was referring to in my blogpost was him/her, and he/her would be hesitant to ask me about it, cos if it really wasn't him/her that i was referring to.. well then, let's just say it would be embarrassing- and keep it at that.
which brings us to the next point. (hoho. pack plural.)
pleasepleaseplease do not happen to chance upon a post of your friends', and maybe see her saying something like-

'dear diary,
ohmyfudgey i can't take it anymore! he's giving me mixeddd messages, and toying with me like i'm a punky chew-toy. i'm miserable and i want to boil his head in carrot juice but i really, really like his hair, so i wouldn't want to flatten it for the world. anyhoo, he keeps staring O__O at me, and i will just stare O__O back, and both of us will stare O__O at each other and i think it's sweet. but if he likes me, he should so totally just come up to me and say something discreet like, hi i like your hair. because then, it'd be a totally kewl conversation starter and i can totally tell him about the carrot juice. or maybe not. but my point point point is, that he makes me so confused! and i hate being so disorientated and confused, and muddled up and jiggly around him. it's driving me nuts. and i really, really want him to continue to stare O__O at me, so i can totally stare O__O back at him, and this staring O__O relationship would be so hawt hawt hawt. at least i think it is tons tons tons better than being something else worse, like enemies. and beggars can't be choosers, so even if it's only a staring O__O relationship, heck, i'll take it.
xoxo,
Honey."

okay, so don't like assume that she's talking about you. and that you are the one giving her mixedd messages and confusing her and etc, and when you confront her, she'd be like; what the fudge? and it will be utterly embarrassing.
you have been forewarned.
seriously.
that's what i'm doing now.
oh, and that dear-diary post is bs, i always wanted to type out: a post of a girl named Honey, who likes pink bubblegum and staring O__O at hawt hawt hawt guys. oh, and talking in repetitions of three three three. i just made it up to bring my point across,(the pink bubblegum cos she seems like someone pink and bubbly right?))
quite infectious, this repetition thing. really.
okay so anyway i've made my point, si?
and well- i've been there done that. once, someone totally misinterpreted something i typed on my blog, and mentioned to me that he wasn't doing what i said the person had done. and i'm like, fudgey. i wasn't talking about you. but of course i didn't want to burst his bubble so i didn't tell him so and i guess he's still mulling about that till today.
i think people who burst (other's) bubbles are not very nice.):
i mean, du-uh! yes, the poor guy's disillusioned, but for cryin' out loud- let him have his moment. no harm, right?
right.
bah look at the time. i need to scoot off to do my things things things.
i don't suppose you do to.
okay. just remember to keep things hawt hawt hawt and everything will be fine. ish.

oh baby, don't forget about us-

mmm. owlcity! see for yourself :D

hot air balloon 

We wrote a prelude
To our own fairy tale
And bought a parachute
At a church rummage sale


And with a mean sewing machine
And miles of thread
We sewed the day above L.A.
In navy and red


We wound a race track
Through your mom's kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back
Down your dark basement stairs


I lit a match, then let it catch
To light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld
An old maroon hot air balloon


I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down


;g.

WHO, ME?;

GINA
15

hullo,
most days, there isn't a rain cloud.
really.
i dissect myself here, sometimes.
and i usually do strange things to my correction tapes.
i would be fulfilling all my childhood dreams now,
if i hadn't forgotten all of them.
i'm afraid of many, many things
but i'm not afraid to be afraid of them.
i have a nose, a mouth and two eyes.
but of course, this is the internet.
i could be an anorexic penguin or something and nobody would even know.

take everything with a pinch of salt
(and a slight dash of sugar).

!SCREAM OUT.Y

yada yada yada. oncemore.

WHO, ME?Y

hello nice to meet you too :D

ooh; funky.

` i am sweet &and sour fourteen. and i want to be twentyone. but im okay with fourteen too.sorta.(:

` singlicious(: but unavailable. ><

` ~~RSSIAN ;SIXONE07~~ .DHS.TWOIDYLLA.

` i don't post often unless i'm on a roll. but you didnt have to know that

` i moodswing like any other girl; but my moodswings are really, swinging.

` i love ferb. and oliver james. and channing tatum. one has green hair; the other two don't. O:

` my future is ZOMG™. or at least i seriously hope so.

` somethin' bout me-i absolutely adore chickflicks& chicklits.
~~those who don't believe in love&happyendings can go boil their tawny little heads.~~

` i hate posting about my day.

` i hate (too) posting about trips in day one, day two, day three formats.

` i secretly want a pure breed pony like any other girl. sorta.

` i love lists/listing. except when it comes to life. unpredictable is my middle name. among many others.

` i hate waiting in line.

` i love it when my turn in the line comes. especially if i'm buying food.

` chocolate is my middle name, my life and my substitube for just about anything. no shit.

` candy is mediocre. sweet stuff and what not. (chocolate doesnt count as candy.)

` next year i'll be fifteen. taylor swift sang about that before. O:

` when i'm sixteeeen, i can swipe my card at the dudes infront of the theater for nc16 shows(: sweet!

` i hate watching movies online but i do it anyway. desperation drives a girl forth.

` gachk. i'm not usually that desperate. it must be some good show, hunh.

` smileys are an absolutely must. and they do not count as punctuation sheesh.

` tiaras and toppings- a must if i ever become royal.

` i am. kinda. teehees.

` writing is my middle name. creative arts and what nots.

` colours maketh a woman so if you have a thing against them, steer clear!

` tatty teddy's aweseomly cute. all abandoned bears should end up like him.

` i don't have a favourite colour; unless pen-colour determines so; pink&purple wins hands down

` someday i will fall in love. do not laugh; it is very unfunny.

` and yes, i often burst out into song.

` i bounce around alot; gravity can't keep me dooooown!

` the pen is invariably mightier than the sword.

` i habour the ability to blast your brains over the floor but i practice regular self control.
most of the times.

` i am not-so-secretly in love with whipped cream. i lick that stuff when no one is looking/ infront of the whole world. who gives a shit, really?

` i love the way you blend dairy products and chocolate bits and cream into awesome double chocolate frappes.

` i crave for doublecheese burgers once every week. at situated times.

` i am a romance writer in the making. sorta.
for those who don't believe in love- i hope you fall head over heels one day and i'll be there to say 'i told you so.' *snarl*

` happyendings are usually overrated.
but not entirely impossible.

` a perfect guy, on the other hand; drat what are the odds?

` with music, comes dancing. or at least embarrasing, futile attempts that will not see the light of day(:

` with dancing, comes crazy, bubbled up giggling. but pretend i didnt say anything.

` i feel woozy and slurred after i pop small triangular pink pills. just so you know.

~~` maybe i'll even go blond someday.~~

` sometimes my life is a bad sitcom. mismatched ironies; cliches and what nots.

` i don't drink cooler/bottled mineral water unless absolutely necessary.

` i devour books. and i'm never truly full.

` correction tapes too. there never seem to be enough for me graah.

` i have a thing for skinnyties(:

` i love anything in mini/bite-sized; most of the times.

` i find myself subconsciously owning a heckload of red objects. heaven knows why O:

` i adore late night talks with special people.

` i honestly can't give good advice and everything i predict screws up/ doesn't come true. you have been warned.

` i love walking&talking. long dreamy stretches that edge on forever.

` i can't stand cryptic people but i love being cryptic.

well,
i dance in the shower and sing in the rain; i twirl around people and run towards food; fall head over heels for anything particularly cute with a smart mouth; and eat hotdog buns before the actual hotdogs. i have an overactive imagination and crazy action-packed dreams.
i hate using umbrellas and got tangled up in a disposible raincoat once.
my spelling is screwed up.
cucumbers and celery are exceptionally unappealing.
i never wanted to be a disney princess when i was young. still don't.
when i'm crazy about somethin' i go all out.
i'm only organized for certain things.
i will absolutely not tell you who the posters in my room are of.
i have a thing against floral prints
i do alot of nuts& bolts when i'm alone(:
i'm abit freaked by cats.
i have a thing for ribbons;
piano is my other profession.
i have a thing for black.
i eat tomatoes& apples whole& raw.
i can't recite the alphabet backwards since i'm struggling with forward already.
i'm half-nocturnal. sometimes full.
i love doodling. it's my part-time occupation.
daydreaming would be the full-time one.
i can't ever remember my dreams at all and half the time it annoys the shyt out of me.
i can't learn languages. seriously.
i get into heated arguments/ name-calling with the voice in my head. usually cranky snapping on my part :X
i cannot watch horror films. so sue me.
i love tracing paper and sketchy markers.
i am not quite so fragile-.-
there are two sides of me; the other only some has seen(:
i am truly not all glitter and rainbows.
i am a sucker for romance and what nots.
my evil twin runs loose somewhere.
so whatever it is; it's probably her fault.
i am me.
i'm kinda side to side. fickle and cranky one hour; happy and intoxicated the next.
the weight of the world is never on my shoulders.
it doesn't take much to blow me away;
but it takes a lifetime to comprehend me.
even for myself.
;/ especially for myself.
` i do alot of crazy shit.

but you know; it's a phrase. we'll grow out of it, they say. it'll pass eventually and they will all grow up, people say. but,.
a phrase? maybe.
what if these are the best part of our lives?
people come and go and be judgmental about a lot of things; but it's not a phrase, this time.
it's just me and you.
against the world.
life is so very short and should be wasted on chocolate and good books.
sing in the shower
and dance in the rain.
occasionally;
break the rules and bring down the house!
ohyes, we rule the world; phrase or not.

this ain't entirely a phrase; this is just us.
who we are.
may the memories never end.
not in this lifetime.
or the next.

FOR TEENAGERS WHO WILL LIVE ON AND ON!
>toast<
` and yes; we're forever

DOORWAY TO NARNIA;Y

TPPPPP(:
HANNAH(:
ONEIDYLLA♥
SIXONE07♥
JQ (:
REENA(:
MIKOO(:
RACHEL(:
CANDICEE(:
AMANDA.w (:.
SEEHIAN(:
BRENDAN(:
YULIAN(:
JOEY(:
SIQI(:
WEILUN(:
MEILIN (:
ZHIXIANN(:
L.SIHUI(:
ISAAC(:

tad messy. i'll arrange the dudes&dudettes next time O:

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