http://www.theonelove.org/thecarmenata

CHECK ME OUT THERE!

When someone talks bad about you behind your back, that’s so effing normal.

When no one bothers to even talk about you or notice your presence, that’s when you start to worry.

Have a nice day.

1. There are times when someone goes an extra mile to do something extraordinary for me that is utterly stunning and it provokes a stream of endless questions which are, as comforted by my conscience, more often that not completely unnecessary. Nevertheless, it does not help to do away with this discomfort. In other words, my conscience is a useless confidante.

2. There are also times when someone goes an extra mile to stir this mixture of hatred I had always tried to bury deep within myself and makes me want to rip them into shreds. Oh, the irony! They think themselves smart as to disturb moi. Have it not been for the thought of karma running through my mind, I would have definitely make them suffer.

So, here’s a question which I have been asking over a period of time and has yet to find an answer: What makes me the target of everything?

Referring to point number two, the people in question are opportunists finding for a slot to shift nonsensical blames unto me. It makes me think that their lives are so nondescript as to want to find fault with my friends and I. Should I be a boy, YOU would get a black eye by now. But fuck, I shall keep my hands to myself.

Nah, you can’t guess. Because I’m too crazy for anyone to do so. I still can’t get over the fact that a small fraction of Malaysian fans received Archie’s album earlier than some of the fans in the States.

My most favourite track is a wonderful romantic ballad that melts hearts the way ice does butter. The paradox being that ice cannot melt butter, so you can presume how amazing it is … to me.

The insert has no lyrics, so I had to decipher it by ear. Oh! the crazy things people do for that painfully beautiful voice and cute face.

Take me where I’ve never been
Help me on my feet again
Show me that good things come to those who wait
Tell me I’m not on my own
Tell me I won’t be alone
Tell me what I’m feeling isn’t some mistake
‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love
You can

Show me that good things come to those who wait

I would have certainly cried my eyes off had the song been dedicated to me, but since it’s not, I shall just spectate in jealousy from a distance far away. Haha! I know you can’t hear how angelic his voice is by just reading these lyrics, so when I get back home later I’ll find my way to post it up. -dies and goes to heaven listening to a voice so beautiful-

Darn.

The album was pre-ordered a few days ago, and it was beyond my expectation that it happened to be sent this soon. Then again, it was a local delivery . . .

So, after the seemingly arduous wait, I am finally fifteen, for it is finally November 9.

But, within two or so months, some of my friends will turn sixteen. Gosh, this is annoying.

Nevertheless, I express my gratitude to nine people whose presence today made my early birthday celebration as memorable as it can possibly be: Su Ann, Su Lin, Hui Mei, Marcus, Amelia, Vivien, Sylvia, Wai Lean and David Archuleta. Hearing your voice brought the most bliss today, and that is saying a lot considering the fact that I had most fun today.

I have always treated birthdays with indifference but it is the people with whom you’d spent the day that makes everything memorable. I thank you again and again.

Lalala.

P.S. A big thanks to everyone for the wishes too!

But up to date, I’d spent my time watching movies on-and-offline, playing GH3, listening to Disney soundtracks on Youtube, reading a few pages of of this and that book and then lose interest, some cross-stitch and fixing the tuning of my cello.

My room is a pig-sty, minus the stench.

My birthday is eight days away, but my school orchestra has a concert to play on that very same night. I felt like throwing up on whoever it was that orchestrated the MBS dinner and invited us for a whimsical performance on that particular night. You can’t have worse timing than this!

Dang.

I. Are. Depressed.

Due to this, the Simple Plan Foundation now directs their donations to cancer charities as well as other charitable organizations which the boys have been supporting.

Click here to view Pierre and Jay’s story about his battle with cancer.

Here’s the lyrics to the song:

Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step till I reach the door
You’ll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you
I wish that I could tell you something
To take it all away

Sometimes i wish i could save you
And there’re so many things that I want you to know
I wont give up till it’s over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
(Oh)
I wish I could save you
I want you to know
(Ohohh)
I wish I could save you (oh)

It made us realize that we need to be more responsible, and sex is not something you take lightly of. While it is the norm of our society to preserve the moral values which our ancestors had molded within us, the cracks are beginning to show. Our self-respect and careless attitude towards matters as such are crumbling.

We DO need to grow up, mentally.

Somehow, having sex with any random person isn’t considered as a part of growing up. At least that’s what I think. It is easy to adapt the misconception that I am conservative, because I am. But that doesn’t mean I scorn people who have committed pre-marital sex. I just believe that you need to truly know what it is exactly that you’re doing, with whom you’re doing, and of course, the consequences. Guys may have nothing to lose, but the girls are the ones who end up with that bulging belly with another life in it.

Some people may not give a damn, and some people may tell you to wait until you’ve found the right one. But whatever you choose, the decision is yours to make.

(In case you’re in the dark, the ones above are proper, while the ones below have been modified for pure entertainment purposes.)

Curry Mee
KANGry Mee

Hokkien Mee
HokYEAN Mee

LAM Mee
(no difference)

Cancer
KANGcer

Counsellor
KANGsellor

Chemotherapy
KANGmotherapy

Anchovies (English)
KANG hu kia (Hokkien)

KANGkung
(a type of Chinese veg)

KANGaroo

KANG
(in Chinese, it brings two meanings: 1) hole; 2) empty)

Did I miss out anything?
Geez.
I seriously can’t remember.

And bear in mind that I came up with KANGcer and KANGmotherapy.
So cute ain’t it?!
My source of inspiration, of course, is Su Lin herself -
she diagnosed Ames with MARCatitis.

I’ll add more to the list once creative people like my gang and I can come up with more words. =D

P.S. I’m so dead, aren’t I?