Thursday, September 29, 2011
As we look back, we realise how long a journey we have come
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Totally unexpected mixture = AWESOMENESS
*poke**poke* OMG she has abs *poke**poke*
Have I been restricting myself from looking past the surface?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
And i thought it was another FB post about a touching story
A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands: Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with bob and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and bob said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. bob taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so bob can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children. Your daughter, Jessy... PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home...."
Monday, September 26, 2011
He is still as hot as boiling water
My way of feeling taller than you really are
Saturday, September 24, 2011
turning a video into a blog post

Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
There are times when you hate the people you love
When you are recognized by someone you have not met 5 years
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Cuase we girls are awesome like that
That momentary pause in the air when you leap
"Dont tell them we failed. Tell them we decided to take a break from success"
OMG, the school counselor is super good. She says what she wants to say, but no in that annoying blunt way.
And she is totally unafraid to talk about herself. She was just like “I am in a good mood, because I am not PMSing.”
Oh, and apparently you are your true self when you PMS. So, our true self is bitchy and emotional at the same time? Okay….
I don’t think I PMS. But then again, many people who PMS think that they don’t. I mean like, I never know when 3rd factor is coming because I don’t PMS. At least, I think I don’t.
And sometimes I truly believe than men PMS more than women. Like, ahem ahem, some teachers. Haha, I think the problem is less of PMS than menopause with, ahem ahem, some other teachers.
Okay, this is getting really off topic. I started with the counselor, then somehow got to menopause. Enough.
I think we admire others’ beauty too much to have time to admire ourselves. In primary school, I envied those girls with the pretty long hair and nice figures. I just thought of myself as someone super ordinary. Okay, this may sound ego, but I never realized that I have nice legs. I didn’t even know they were nice until Audrey pointed it out last year and I took a good look at it and realized that they were not bad after all. I mean, I have had some pretty good recognition fro my legs, quoting Shu “They are the best I have ever seen”. Okay lah, that may be an exaggeration, but still. And it doesn’t hurt that I have grown about 10cm since last year.
There are some people who complain that I like to show off my legs. But I don’t think its showing off. Its playing to the strong points of myself. I mean, since they can look good in shorts, miniskirts, and skinny jeans, then why not? I don’t know how long they can remain in shape, so I might as well take this chance and make myself feel good right? And I don’t mean that king of making yourself feel good by making others feel bad, its more of making yourself feel good about yourself. If you get what I mean.
Admire yourself. Treasure yourself. Love yourself.