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Sunday, June 25, 2006

to the person who vandalized my car



i believe in karma.



bubbles SUBTLY fUnKy.
3:43 AM


Saturday, June 24, 2006

the way to love anything is to realise that it may be lost



after losing something, you begin to realise how much it meant to u. when u had it, u liked to compare it with something better, u find fault with it and give urself reasons to dislike it. but when it's gone, u remember the good times u had with it, u think about the reasons u came to love it in the first place. then u wonder to urself y u threw it away.

i won't say im regretting my decision. i just decided to walk a different path. but i am afraid. im totally scared cos now i have to walk on this new path all alone. whether or not i made the right choice, i'll only be able to find out at the end of the road...

i hope that one day, i'll be able to find someone who can make me laugh when im crying, feel safe when im insecure, and who'll never give up on me so that there isn't any space in my heart for doubt. i hope there is someone out there who i can feel so sure about that i can virtually see the red threads of destiny which bind us together. i hope there is someone like that out there.



bubbles SUBTLY fUnKy.
2:57 AM


Thursday, June 22, 2006

the aftermath......



i wake up with a sprained wrist, bruised elbow and aching buttocks... my room stinks of puke.

i was instinctively looking around for pawr... but i broke down when i realised i was there alone. mambo just isn't the same without her.

oh well, with that said... i'm quite glad i went. seemed like my social circle widened up a wee bit more. yoohoo~ to all the friends i haven't met in awhile... be ready for bubbles' reentry into ur lives!

now its time to air my room......



bubbles SUBTLY fUnKy.
6:04 PM


Monday, June 19, 2006

people will forget what you said, people will forgive what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.



wow! im into my 3rd post! yay 頑張りますよ!

first and foremost, i would like to apologise to anyone i've ever mistreated, been unkind to, or just plain ignored when they needed me. it really is true... people may forget and forgive what you did to them, but it is hardest to forget how you made them feel. emotional scars may never fade away sometimes... i realised that through my wilful and selfish behaviour in the past, i have hurt some of the closest people that i will ever have my whole life, and i am terribly ashamed of it.

i used to really dislike being at home. it's as if i woke up on the wrong side of the bed everyday. everyone wanted to comment about everything i did, everything i did wasn't normal, everyday they ask me to change and change and change. it became such a bother that whenever anybody spoke to me, my subconscious replies would be "no", "dowan", or even worse... "TSK". it seemed like nobody could understand me or be considerate enough to just leave me alone. all they did was criticize and make me feel lousy about myself. i really hated them to the core and wondered why the fuck did they bring me into this world when all they did was to make me feel like i don't belong here at all.

then one day, i realised that i had no idea what went on ard the house anymore. i wasn't involved in anything anymore. i had built a wall ard myself so tall that i couldn't see what's happening outside at all. i could still hear them talking and laughing about things which i played no part in. i had become an outsider... and that feeling sucked. i was left out, or rather, i left myself out. oh great... look at what i've done to myself... (F7)

i wanna start anew. i wanna be able to communicate with my parents, i wanna hang out with my sister (even thou we probably dun have anything in common to do together ;p) i wan my grandma to be able to tell others how happy she is when i do something for her... it's not really hard to be nice to others rite? it just takes a miniscule bit of effort to smile back when someone offers kindness, to say thank you when help is received, and to appreciate the concern given to you. instead of being grumpy and complaining about how much others nag and try to stick their noses in your business, be grateful that somebody actually cares enough to wanna be a nosey parker. (heehee)

if friends are the roses in my garden of life, then my family is the soil which gives life to my flowers... i'm sorry for the things i've done, i'm sorry about the way i made you feel... i'll try to be a better gardener from now on!



bubbles SUBTLY fUnKy.
9:13 PM


Saturday, June 17, 2006

The art of being wise is the art of knowing how to overl@@k



first off, many thanks to the ppl who've posted comments on my first blog! lol very encouraging! keke i'll try to keep this up!

today, i accidently found out something i wish i didn't have to know. then i came across this quote "the art of being wise is the art of knowing how to overlook" is it that easy to close 1 eye? no matter how many times i close my left eye or my right eye, or even if i close both eyes... once u obtain the information, it isn't that easy to forget, nor is it easy to pretend i didn't see it. i wanted to delete it, but that would only show how unwise i am. so i left it as it is... and it's really bothering me right now!!! (F5) but then again, the art of being wise, is also the art of knowing when to let go. so LET IT GO ALREADY!

from my past experiences, it's easy to give up, but not as easy to give in. however, it is also true that deep down inside, u feel happier giving in than up. giving in to somebody or something may sometimes go against ur wishes or principles, but the act of giving in shows how magnanimous u can be. and when u noe u have a big enough heart to do so... doesn't that make u feel good? if instead u give up, not only will u feel lousy, ppl will think ure lousy too. that's sad rite. so when in doubt, take a deep breath, and give in. (liddat the other party will feel stupid and petty, finally gives up and u'll get what u want... aNd still feel good about it! keke) aiya... it's still easier said than done lah

bubbles talking sense... or nonsense? (^_^)v

it's really interesting... once u start doing this, every single thought that comes into mind i'll wanna translate it into words so that i'll have smtg to blog about. i wonder if it's just a 三分钟热度 kinda thing. then again i think to myself... why do ppl blog? issit a form of self-expression? or a thirst for attention? (haha once again thanks to the ppl who've given me attention when reading this)
attention-seeking babu... lol

oh ya! happy birthday to my meimei who's in US with my mummy! come back soon u 2... nobody wash my clothes ah... HAHAhahAHA



bubbles SUBTLY fUnKy.
10:51 PM


Friday, June 16, 2006

i wonder how long this is gonna last



i nvr had the habit of keeping a diary. i'd buy pretty notebooks or diaries just cos i liked the designs, or more like i wanted to possess them... (i'm a very possessive person by nature)

i remember the diary i kept in my sec sch days... instead of "dear diary..." i wrote to hanamichi sakuragi (ying1 mu4 hua1 dao4 from Slam Dunk) lol sorry to all the friends whose heads i tried to butt in the past.

well, the main purpose of this blog is for my dear pawrrrrrr. (all her fault la i had to register as a user to post a comment on her blog) ok lah maybe she wun read this that often... but i can't seem to catch her online. so let's just make use of this to share some of my thoughts and views about the life of babu without pawr. (keke pawr im so obsessed with u lah) shun bian fa xie yi xia!


hmm... i wonder how ppl do up such pretty blogs. tmt is sending me links but i dun understand! so cheemology lah. (F7) ok i give up. this is it for the first post... let's see how long i can persevere!



bubbles SUBTLY fUnKy.
2:14 PM


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