Turn ON Your Lights Today If You Care




I am proud to state that I will not be following billions of people in the Earth Hour program today.

To begin with, I don’t believe in this idea.
In a short momentum, it’ll works.
For the long run, it will be defeated by the mass-consumption of electricity and others that have been primary contributors to the wreckage of Mother Nature.
I have my own beliefs and ideas on ways to slowly save our environment.
Does it make me a selfish individual for not listening to the ‘Environmental-Friendly’ idea?

I turn on the machine that gives me a cold breeze because of your bright ideas.
I want green, you want grey.
I yearn for strong tranquillity; you earn prides from your tall steels.

If you think this symbolic idea will wipe the tears of our ancestors,
Then I must’ve fallen long before it surfaces.

The Bakery

I wish you would've smiled in the bakery
Or sat on a tetty settee
At a mutual friend's gathering and
The more you keep on looking
The more it's hard to take
Love, we're in stalemate
To never meet is surely where we're bound
There's one in every town
It's there to grind you down
I wish I would've seen you in the post office
Well maybe I did and I missed it
Too busy with the mind on clever lines
Why not the rounders pitch or the canteen,
You're slacking, love, where have you been?
Just had to go and wait until tonight
So give me the invite
Don't worry it's alright
I wish I would've seen you down in the arcade
Sipping on a lemonade
In a paper cup, and chewing on the straw
And I wish I'd seen you in the bakery,
But if I'd seen you in the bakery
You probably wouldn't've seen me
Arctic Monkeys
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This is absolutely my favourite song.
I chew on the straw almost everytime I catch the presence of it.
Hee and that's what makes the song even better.

I adore this song because,
It always occur to me that half of the people around me have crossed my path in the past.
Maybe I might have bump into the person who is always in the class with me,
and maybe I might have laughed at the clumsy kid who is now my roommate.
Interesting enough to puzzle your mind.

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I wish I had seen you before.
Then it might have ended better than this.
While you are slurring on the line,
I hope you would've thought about it too.
Then maybe you would pick up the phone,
And start it all over again

Absolute Farewell.

I did not notice you leaving the room as I walk in.
Could we have exchange glances between it?
When I plaster all the thoughts into a picture,
I realise how short of an interval we had given to meet each others’ eyes again.
But that wasn’t the case.

It’s almost a season past since we had change expression.
It is obvious as I stand next to the mirror of your image,
Relentlessly imagining the same prospect of action you would have sent to me.
That you have long reached yourself.

I must admit I have never broken any bones for you
Or left puzzled by your words
Though it has pushed my feelings into the cave of fear.
Fear of missing you.

Daft Much?

I stumble onto a funny website.
I am not quite sure of the purpose, but it made my day.
It is actually http://www.whoohoo.co.uk/
A website that translates (funnily) english words into english dialects.
The scouse was a bit weird since I don't remember listening to some of them talking like that.
A pleasure to go and check the site though.
It's entertaining but even better if you have someone who can make fun out of it.

Moving on, I have important tasks for the next 2 weeks.
Tomorrow I will be presenting on the topic of Transboundary Pollution and on Monday, I will be debating (the final assessment).
It's a bit daunting just thinkng about it but I must pray for myself and my team, of course.
The week after next, exactly on Wednesday it will be the day of my speech.
Can't you tell how nervous I am even by reading this.
Then finally in 4 weeks time, the demon in everyone will comes out to eat us all.
Okay it's only my final exams.
Though I need to get 3.4 and above to make my inner self happy.
I have already waved my hands to Sheffield since I didnt do so well last semester.
Oh well.
I detests shopping in malls.
Well I am not too fond of shopping in the first place but malls flame the hatred even more.
I do adore vintage and rare stuffs but again there are always slags (celebrities/models) making it hard for me to admit my love for those perky fun stuffs.

I do though love strolling through shops in market.
Not the fish market but stuffs market.
Hee I am not sure if there’s some here.
Bicester Village has a lot to cater my preferences on clothing and such.
Oh and the market in Liverpool Street.
But nothing beats Camden market.
Oh how I wished I could build a place next to it.
It’s pretty eccentric plus spooky.


I want this house!

It's in Essex but who cares.

Hello little dreams and goodbye multi-cooperation suckers.

Haha

People always say ‘everybody change’
but no one does it better than you.
It’s not the matter of you taking your eyes off me.
It is the fact that you’ve vacant the lot I once stayed for someone new.

You were scared to move away from the spot I have always glued myself to.
You were trembling when I invited your warm self into my haven.
You deny my words while accepting others deceits.
But now you’ve move along the road far better than me.

I have once swim into those two cold eyes.
To catch a view of you looking at me.

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It is sad to see how one can influence others.
I hate you for telling me how I should throw myself into a pile of plastic tramp.
I hate you for letting me believe I wasn't as vain as you are.
I hate you for making me hate the fact that I was right all along.
I hate the fact you always tell people I lied to make myself special.
I hate you because only now you make me hate you.



Keep Up The Striking Wit.

Can't quite grasp the little things that has been crawling up to my head.
Maybe it's the dwindling path.
Or maybe it's the twisting twigs that are always crossing its' way.

No one bothers how much she wish to be heard.
To be heard in a silent way.

May The Best Man Be Fill With Unconditional Joy.

You want to see me in the dark
Under the lights of shining star
I wonder if it’s my look or my presence itself
That’s makes you want to see me in the dark

Where shall I find the perfect device?
To make you want me want you to stay
To trigger the right things to say
When I am seeing you in the dark

I can’t quite grasp your features
The colour of your eyes
And the image of your smile
But that’s my faultTo only want to see you in the dark

I Have Long Come to the Conclusion That Life Isn't Fair.

A couple of slaps into reality has impaired my view on things in my life.
I can’t quite make up my mind on what to say, which fortunately doesn’t hit me very often.
It has palpably disturbed me that most columnists today ranged from “someone’s” children, a Harvard graduate, a mindless celebrity exposing the life of the rich and famous and even those who captured your priceless attention on the telly.
Fair enough?

I have always picture myself sitting in a half freezing cubicle looking up in the dictionary the meaning of ‘fair’.
I am sure by the time I turned 30, I will be still pondering on the thoughts that I have never felt fair.
Much to the generosity I have borrowed from unknown characters from my dream, I now realised that not only I am still crawling to get to that cubicle but I have successfully adhered myself to the ‘No planning’ ingredients to become who I want to be.

Who do you want to be?
I believe I know who I want to be.
In god's willing, in 10 years time, I hope I will still be the girl whose hair is all over the place(even in someone else's mouth!).
I still own the messy look since I was a toddler I believe.
Due to the popular beliefs that messy look will only be suitably applied if you are a homeless wreck or a mouthful of lies celebrity, those around me have managed to defeat me in the battle to be who I am.
I am comfortable behind this wreckage of hair strands.
Doesn't bother me an inch but it baffles me to find that half of those around me could find a time to take away a pinch of my self-esteem by saying 'you look ugly and messy like that'.
I must stress that I do feel special being disregard
I now solemnly vow to never resort to applying the mighty brush and powerful make up on me.
Bashful enough to come on board with me?

Oh Catherine.

'Is he from the north?'
'He doesn't smell!'

Pretty insulting for Alex I reckon.
Catherine makes late night telly exciting.
Hee.

It was a fair evening for me since The Reds shoved 4 goals to those uplifting egos spawned lads.
Quite delightful to see empty red seats.
I might as well pull off an evil laughter but unfortunetely I have 4 more works to be done.

:)

Those Donkeys!

I gazed outside my window.
Not to see first loves picking up mistakes.
But to watch you being chased.
By your past.
By your conscience.

We were young when we first find shelter in the shadows.
Without any doubt, we had found our haven.
.You can never stare into my eyes.
To find neither deceit nor delight.

You were long gone before the sun could set you down.
Long before the shadows would find you.
I thought it was clever for you not too look back at me.
Look back at me looking at your past.

When we were young.



We Are the Host of Our Own Chat Show.

Obviously.

I don't know why they call it a Talk Show.
It's more of chatting than talking since half of the things that come out from their mouth are random stuffs.
Not that it matter but I am just curious about the naming system.

It has slightly beaten me since I am incompetant of finishing one of the movie that is currently on the hot scene now.
Okay it is 'The Reader'.
Believe it, I stopped after 15 minutes of it.
Too much unimportant scene. (You know what I mean).
I hate when directors slide in those shits in films.

:(

Inhale The Fumes While You're At it.

As fast as any ball, you can't beat me.
As tense as any waves, you can't crash me.
No lights can blind me.
No shadows can hide me.
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Bubble Wrapped Tounge

I reckon people should take those off their tounge.
Instead wrapped em with icy wits.

I enjoy the chilling feeling of the rains.
It is the only time where I could feel the nature.

Burn the olds, build the new
Replace the colour with your everlasting pride.
Shuts the mouth of those who sings to comfort
Comfort the grief to our greed

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The place where my mum first showed me those delicate hands was the place where you first took me to know you.
I wonder if you had known me before.
Whether you have been secretly tagging along with me as a child.
Were you the shadow or the ghost.
As no words are exchanging as I write this.
I conclude that you were just a bystander watching the fat lady screaming onto my ears.
Green or brown.
I rather not choose

The Sound of Rickety Bones Kills Me



That is exactly what I would say if anyone else laughs at me for drinking milk.
‘Lady stops growing at the age of 18’.
Obviously but your girl will turns to dust if she stops drinking milk at the age of 18.

Women are more prone to osteoporosis.
You might think it is unfair but chill, men will most likely to be 6 feet under due to terrible relationship with potential psychopath.

Hmm, let’s not make me sound like a 90 years old lady living with 10 cats with an indispensable grudges over our facial haired counterparts.

It is a sweet victory since I got 9/10 for my Global Issues Test.
Well it’s not a perfect score but I am no where near the desire of being perfect.
If I am always on the perfect track, I must’ve become a lunatic.
For some reason I just have to say Lunatic.
Haha that was [anyway], my nick for Counter Strike (It’s Luna :) )
Too bad I have stopped playing [for a brief period of time, I hope], to ‘focus’ on my study.
I know I’ll get a ‘What a lie’ text afterwards for saying I am focusing on my study.
Yup, it is a good excuse.
Excuses are made to retain relationship.
Lies are made to break the relationship that is built upon excuses.
? No wonder I’m still typing things with no one beside me laughing at it.

Let see, half of my friends are in a year (or more) relationship.
Doesn’t that sound devastating?
I have yet to search for my need to be attached to someone.
I am 32 years behind the gold chain.
I’ll wait.


If it wasn't for the boy telling me he was broken, I would've shove him down.

I Bet She's Better Than That Damn Sleepng Beauty



My mum was watching sleeping beauty so I thought it would be fitting to credit the awful creation of fairy tale.
The only fairy tale that I actually enjoy is that Snow White and those Dwarves.
I had all 7 of them when I was a small child.
Then one by one, I gave it away.
Anyhow.
Have I confess my admiration to Ms. Claire Danes.
I start to paste her face to my brain after I watched her on 'I love You, I love You not'.
It was brilliant.
Romeo and Juliet?
Too cheesy and weird.
I never really liked Shakespears anyway.
To break you bubbles.
I never really like those famous poet.
They're a tad too known and praised.
I like some whom the public would consider famous and known.
Need not for me to state their names.
That would place me in the modern contemporary poetry reader.
That would place me with the others.
Yuck.
 
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