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Pretty Little Petty Things
Written on: Sunday, May 24, 2009
Time: 1:35 PM
It is 4:36 am right now. I was lying down flat on my back, on my bed. Thinking and keep thinking. Recalling those memories that were once sweet and worthy to think of again and again makes me smile. It NEVER fail to put a smile on my face. As recalling those memories step by step, it came to an end. Full-stop. Good memories are gone. Here comes the new and raw lifestyle. See how 'raw', when you read it the other way round is 'war'. Hah.
Everything changes. Environment, people, places, weather, opinions, thoughts. EVERYTHING seems so different. Each day seems different now. Compare, back in those times, where I was in still my high school, long flocks tied in a rubber band into a pony tail, in my white and blue pinafore, with the heavy pink and grey backpack; full of books for that particular day. Things were still the same. Wake up, to school, back from school, homework, extra revisions, tuitions, meet up with friends, back home, watch the telly and off to bed and the same old cycle of routine AGAIN.
But now, unexpected things comes up each day. I don't plan them. Anyway, I'm off the hook.. Haha.
I miss those days. I miss my friends. My crazy classmates. My highschool year. My lifestyle back then. My teachers. The recess period seems so nice hanging out with Syazwani, gossiping, sharing our food with each other and talking about almost everything. Our Addmaths class, where I LOVE to sit next to you. Even in class, we would sit next to each other, do our work and still talk and talk. How I miss you when you're absent, & how you miss me when you're absent. Hey bestfriend, I really really miss you. :'). & also Syazwana and Lizzie!
I miss how crazy my classmates and schoolmates were. Everything seems easier. I miss my funny tuitionmates. I love all of them. I miss how the boyf handles and treats me. Where everything was still fresh and young. Things were easier to handle
Writing this, cause tears flowing down. I knowww, dramatic. Hmph.
I really miss my lifestyle back then. Not that I hate my lifestyle now, but somehow, i wish my classmates would be there for me in class, with the usual jokers and jokes till my tummy hurts. I miss sneaking in my cellphone, texting the boyf while he was at work. Thinking back all these, makes me smile at the mean time, I cry
Thinking back again, I hope I could turn back times and correct those mistakes I've done. I hope you would appreciate me like how you used to. Love me like how you used to. Care for me, like how you used to. And I hope you would stop hurting me, like how you used to. Somehow I wonder, perhaps those people who mention about you, are right about you? That you're what they said, judged and labeled? Perhaps you're not? Perhaps you are and will always be, but its just that I'm too blind to not to care? Thats why they called it "love is blind". Perhaps, they're just jealous of you in every way? I don't know. Perhaps, I'm just thinking too much? Perhaps, I think TOO LITTLE, thats why? But, when will all these p-e-r-h-a-p-s questions will end? Sigh. I'm dying for that day ;(.
Conclusion: I miss those days. I really really do. I'm dreading to go back in time. If there is a time-machine. I swear, I'll save ALL my savings, without buying those outfits, shoes and such and start saving for the machine. But sadly, this is reality. SNAP back to reality. Enough of fairytales and fantasy la-la land.
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Pretty Little Petty Things
Written on: Sunday, May 24, 2009
Time: 1:35 PM
It is 4:36 am right now. I was lying down flat on my back, on my bed. Thinking and keep thinking. Recalling those memories that were once sweet and worthy to think of again and again makes me smile. It NEVER fail to put a smile on my face. As recalling those memories step by step, it came to an end. Full-stop. Good memories are gone. Here comes the new and raw lifestyle. See how 'raw', when you read it the other way round is 'war'. Hah.
Everything changes. Environment, people, places, weather, opinions, thoughts. EVERYTHING seems so different. Each day seems different now. Compare, back in those times, where I was in still my high school, long flocks tied in a rubber band into a pony tail, in my white and blue pinafore, with the heavy pink and grey backpack; full of books for that particular day. Things were still the same. Wake up, to school, back from school, homework, extra revisions, tuitions, meet up with friends, back home, watch the telly and off to bed and the same old cycle of routine AGAIN.
But now, unexpected things comes up each day. I don't plan them. Anyway, I'm off the hook.. Haha.
I miss those days. I miss my friends. My crazy classmates. My highschool year. My lifestyle back then. My teachers. The recess period seems so nice hanging out with Syazwani, gossiping, sharing our food with each other and talking about almost everything. Our Addmaths class, where I LOVE to sit next to you. Even in class, we would sit next to each other, do our work and still talk and talk. How I miss you when you're absent, & how you miss me when you're absent. Hey bestfriend, I really really miss you. :'). & also Syazwana and Lizzie!
I miss how crazy my classmates and schoolmates were. Everything seems easier. I miss my funny tuitionmates. I love all of them. I miss how the boyf handles and treats me. Where everything was still fresh and young. Things were easier to handle
Writing this, cause tears flowing down. I knowww, dramatic. Hmph.
I really miss my lifestyle back then. Not that I hate my lifestyle now, but somehow, i wish my classmates would be there for me in class, with the usual jokers and jokes till my tummy hurts. I miss sneaking in my cellphone, texting the boyf while he was at work. Thinking back all these, makes me smile at the mean time, I cry
Thinking back again, I hope I could turn back times and correct those mistakes I've done. I hope you would appreciate me like how you used to. Love me like how you used to. Care for me, like how you used to. And I hope you would stop hurting me, like how you used to. Somehow I wonder, perhaps those people who mention about you, are right about you? That you're what they said, judged and labeled? Perhaps you're not? Perhaps you are and will always be, but its just that I'm too blind to not to care? Thats why they called it "love is blind". Perhaps, they're just jealous of you in every way? I don't know. Perhaps, I'm just thinking too much? Perhaps, I think TOO LITTLE, thats why? But, when will all these p-e-r-h-a-p-s questions will end? Sigh. I'm dying for that day ;(.
Conclusion: I miss those days. I really really do. I'm dreading to go back in time. If there is a time-machine. I swear, I'll save ALL my savings, without buying those outfits, shoes and such and start saving for the machine. But sadly, this is reality. SNAP back to reality. Enough of fairytales and fantasy la-la land.
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Ashley is the name. Short for Ash. Currently doing Communication at Taylors College. At times, I'm a very dramatic person.
I'm known as a tantrum-thrower with mood swings. Its bad, but, this is me.
I love fashion, but I do not claim myself as a fashionista. I love shopping, but I don't think I'm as extreme as a shoppaholic.
Basically, I will go nuts and gaga over shoes that make me go horny and lick my lips. No, I'm not materialistic, but I do love branded-goods. Like, which girl doesn't?
Not to mention..
I ♥ Emiraldi
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