ping ghee. 14+. 16th October. NYGH. NYWS'11. 212'09 forever. 309'10. family. friends. Him.
Taylor Swift. BLG. chick flicks. sweets. caramel. glee. how i met your mother. csi:miami. pretty little liars. money. shopping. movies. enjoying life in general. ships: Haleb (PLL), Fuinn (Glee), Quick (Glee), Mina (Glee), Sober (PLL), Swarkles (HIMYM), Danvannah (Hellcats) “I have always been fascinated with fairy tales, and the idea that Prince Charming is just one castle away. And you’re gonna run across a field and meet each other in the middle, and have an amazing, perfect movie kiss. And it’s gonna be happily ever after.”
what can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down? cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just wanna fix it somehow but how many times will it take? oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right, to get it right?
Push me up against the locker And hey, all I do is shake it off I'll get you back when I'm your boss I'm not thinkin' 'bout you haters 'Cause hey, I could be a superstar I'll see you when you wash my car
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Hey, you, over there Keep the L up-up in the air Hey, you, over there Keep the L up, 'cause I don't care You can throw your sticks, and you can throw your stones Like a rocket, just watch me go Yeah, l-o-s-e-r I can only be who I are
Relieved. I can finally heave a sigh of relief. I have a friend in New Zealand, and I forgot if she lived in Christchurch or Wellington. I was so scared I would lose her, but thankfully she's in Wellington.
Just things like this make you realise how fragile human lives are and how easily they can affect us even though they're miles away.
Okay, we're just gonna pretend that this song did not make me cry. I feel so sad for Josie, when it all ends between her and Jen. Also, this song.... I wish someone sang this to me like Jen did to Josie. Sucks being unappreciated.
Hey juniors, I think you'd probably won't read this, but this post is just to clear my mind a bit. Maybe one day when you all stalk me and find this blog, this post will give you some relief.
Hey Sec 2s. I know I'm not the closest senior with you all, and I probably don't talk to you guys as much as Qianyi or Esther do, but I just want to tell you something.
We're fighting for you. We are. The reason we know you guys are upset is because as we said, we observe. We observe because we care. We've known since day one. The sec 4 batch is really bonded, so we talk to each other a lot. And we know we're a good bond as a batch, that's why we go and look at our juniors.
Since school started, the sec 4s have been meeting up before training. Or at least most of us. We are all involved in everything that happens. T-shirt design, Comps schedule, wushu matters, election matters - we know everything.
There's no need to feel scared about us knowing everything. I think it's better thna us not knowing at all.
We worry for you guys. We hate to see conflicts happen, because they can break a CCA. We're not balming you either. In a conflict, both sides have responsibility. We're here both sides, and we're fighting to get you heard.
Today you found out "we know everything". Today some of you cried in front of me for the first time. Today I saw you the saddest you've ever been. I've always thought of your batch as like the cheeriest batch of juniors. You guys always smile, and always have fun outings, and laugh all the time. So it made me sad today that you guys were sad.
Every training since day one, your sec 4 seniors have been discussing about your issue. We want to help, but we're not sure how. I think there's some sort of telepathy going on in our batch, because I'm very sure today during training, wanqing and qianyi were appealing to xue for you. And the rest of us who knew talked to you, because we didn't want you to lose faith.
Personally, I've felt your way before. I'm not the strongest one in my batch. Everytime the coach says we have to try-out for jiti, or we have to ce-shi for jiti, I get nervos jitters, because I know how badly I want in, and how badly I will break if I don't. Jiti is one of my motivations every wushu training.
Never ever lose faith, sec 2s. If you don't know "who to trust", at least trust your batchmates. Trust everyone of them. If there's no trust, there's no Jiti. Trust that everything's going to be okay. Trust that your seniors will fight for your rights.
And even if there's no this year, there's always next year. And trust me when I say before the sec 4 batch leaves wushu, we will fight for you guys. We'll keep fighting. So don't give up on hope either.
Caleb/Hanna is my new Pretty Little Liars OTP. EEEEEEEEEEEE (heart shape)
Over the next few episodes I'm gonna reupdate this, cause seriously, I haven't felt so much shipper feelings.
I’ve shipped them since day one. I ship them more than I ship her with Lucas. Their relationship is so… cute! They have the most snarky conversations. He helps her even when she tells him not to. She stands up for him when her best friends judge or make fun of him. She helped him when he needed a place to stay, he helped her mom escape someone out to ruin her business, and through it all, really, they don’t expect anything out of each other. They didn’t expect love for sure.
Quotes; Hanna: You know that thing I told you not to leak? Caleb: She found out anyway? Hanna: …She’s never gonna speak to me again. [Hanna wipes her tears] Hanna: You don’t have to sit here and listen to this. Just… go take your shower [Caleb starts up the stairs then sits back down] Caleb: It can wait.
I think it hurts to feel like I'm not wanted, not needed anymore. That you feel fucking sick of looking at me. Like you treat being around me like a chore. Like I'm a disease you can't avoid.
I think it hurts to know you're happier when I keep silent. That the only reason the last time that I actually ____ ___ ____ ___ ____ is because I bumped into them by accident. That I still remember that till now.
I think it hurts how selfish you are. Even she knows. Everyone can tell. How you treat me like a fucking kindergartener. Like how you always assume I don't know what to do, when the truth is, I just want to make sure.
I think it hurts how you don't deserve it. You don't deserve any of it. I'm not saying I deserve it, but I think other people do.
I think it hurts how obvoius you are. How easily thrown aside I am by you. How you pretend everything's normal, but you're cursing me behind my back.
I think it hurts how I'm always second. How I'm always choice number two, the person who you can fall back on just in case.
I think it hurts how everyday is a draggy chore. How no day can be just happy and perfect. How my day can go "smoothly".
Today I've been thinking a lot about how I would like my life when I move to Jurong.
I think I'd like to swim more often. Hold parties. Attend parties. Walk dogs.
I want my own bedroom. I'll paint it dark blue, then paint stars on the ceiling. I want a long french window, and a cosy corner with pillows next to the window where I can read books and do homework at. And a small flight of wooden steps leading towards the cosy corner.
Rhythm of Love - Plain White Ts When I Get You Alone - Glee Bills, Bills, Bills, - Glee That's Not my name - The Ting Tings Rocketeer - Far East Movement I Won't apologise - Selena Gomez and the Scene Just Dance - Lady Gaga Only the Good Die Young - Glee
i see you drivin round town with your stupid ego, and im like FORGET YOU. --|--
Remind me, never to go out shopping with you, ever again. In my life.
The day started out great. Everything was great. I thought, as long as it was a group, we'd be fine.
But thanks a lot.
Thanks a lot for judging my outfit. Little did you know I took an hour to pick it out cause I wanted to impress you.
Thanks a lot, for pointing out for everyone to see that I have a small bust. It's not even something I'm embarassed of, but I felt embarassed, cause you made it sound like it was a que1 dian1 of mine. Thanks.
Then you think I can't hear beyond the changing room curtain. You comment on my thighs. Thanks a lot.
Then I realise the only dress you've criticised is the one I wear. The rest, you just keep saying it's pretty, really nice. Everyone in the group thought the dress looked nice on me. Your face told me otherwise.
Why must you do this thing to me?
I know, I'm not pretty. I know, I'm not tall. I know, I'm not the most fashionable. I know, I can't be who you want me to be.
(see how effed up my life is that almost everyday i'm posting something like this?)
No. You don't tell me to grow fatter for CNY. It's the freaking first day of the new year, and your first wish to me is for me to grow fatter? FATTER? Not 'gain more weight'? And when I reply with a "-_-" you don't 'innocently' say "what?"
No. Just no.
I'm not going to gain weight so I can make YOU feel more adequate, so that I can be less adequate.
If I'm going to gain weight, I'm going to do it for myself, and not for YOU.
You always tell people to screw themselves over, and you're an insincere friend. I'd like to dedicate Katy Perry's Hot'n'Cold to you, cause that's how our friendship's like. When we're with company, I'm like shat to you, and when we're alone just the two of us, you talk to me damn much.
thank you. I love you guys a lot too. but while I feel comforted, I feel ashamed of myself, so I've moved the posts to my other private blog. Maybe, in the far future, I'll look back on it as a reflection of my past self. And I will laugh.
Excerpt from my private blog: "But I'm not alone. I have 212ers. I can always count on them to have my back. And I'll always have theirs."
contrary to popular belief, pretty pretty please is not a fiction. It's a non-fiction okay. The You in each part might change, but for tyhe past two parts, the You has been the same person. You can keep guessing, but I ain't telling
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