ARGH!!my cadbury chocolate went soft!!

I bought it this morning and forgot to put it into the refridgerator.. T_T Tok about muddle-headed.. Tmrs Maths and im still bloggin... IM ON MY KNEES WHEN IM BLOGGIN COS I DUN WANNA LOSE YOU~~~~ PUT YOUR LOVING MATHS OUT BABEH!! WOOOOAH.......... Surprise Surprise!! Nothins about love here!! YAY! Cos.....*Dramatic Silence*...I....-cries-..-cries again-... gave up... on.... *Awkward Silence*.. LUV..But of cos this blog will still have love poems designed to touch the bottom of your heart and make you puke.. If you have something stuck in your throat.. read these and i gurantee that you'll puke it out.. PUKE IT OUT! PUKE IT OUT! PUUUuuuuuKEEEERRrrr EIiiitttt.... OUUUUUUUuuuTTtttt...... !!!

Maybe i really given up.. Cos.. lets seee.... I had a dozen crushes since Sec 1s.. and yes!! It might be one of you who is reading this blog..or..maybe more.. But that's all in the past..So dun worry.. I wont bite your arm in school or suck your blood..I like chicken blood though... Anyway... These crushes made me lose focus and they were also the same thing which encouraged me to be the best i can be..... Now no more crushes.... I feel freed.. Unless SOMEBODY Admires (I USED ADMIRE!) me.. Then i'll accept the fact that Cupid still loves me and wants to play with me longer.. YAY!! THEN HAPPY ENDING... THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.. Or maybe not Beauty.. But definitely the beast.. I look like this in real life....

DUNDUNDUNDUN....~~~~!!! DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!!!!~~~~ I LOOK LIK THIS!! >=(

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Cupid's Blind.

Through those blinds by the window.

I saw you..slowly..steadily..gracefully...

walking past the blinds.

You paid no heed..

To the things around you.. 

For you need not pay any.. 

For all things are about you.

You may think im a freak for saying this..

But.. All's fair in Love and War.. 

I do not care.. If you hate me..

I do not care.. If you kill me..

I do not care.. if you should take a knife and plunge it within me..

But please.. Give me back my eyes and my heart.. 

For im not Cupid.

And i do not wish to be blind. 

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RARRARARWARARWA... Hello Daffodil.. Bye Orange.. Introducing the new person of my life.. My other half.. DAFFODIL! RAWR! Yeah i noe.. Im so desperate that im having imaginary girlfriends...

P.S: I wrote this blog in the manner of a friend's blog too.. If you noe who you are.. say hi and i blanja you.. -winks-...

Post 69... oops..Fufufufufuu... =D

It sounds a little bit.. nvm.. Fufufufufu.. Nyahahhaha.. Muahahhahah.. Muhahahaha!! WAHAHAHAH!! Why am i laughing? COS TMRS A FRIGGIN MONDAE!!! Im going insane over dates!! YAH! Dates.. I have lotsa dates.. It tastes sweet and it looks kinda red.. No.. Its not GFBF DATES.. Its.. Red Dates.. You noe. These kinda things.. Looks like dried cherries.. Oh.. you dun get it..

Im posting random things here.. As you can see.. My chip is going haywire.. And i dunno how to fix it! If i noe.. I would have passed DnT with the top marks!! WOOH...

Well.. I have quite alot of stories... And somedae.. One of them is gonna be a story for Shatterfilms!! A test film... Lets' seh.. Wad we got? Love stories? Action movies? Touching Adventures? I mean Exciting adventures.. Wad we need for exciting adventures? Equipments needed: Stuntman.. Milk Tea.. Cameras.. Props.. FIRST AID BOX.. FIRST AID BOX.. AND.. FIRST AID BOX... and lots of coins to blanja the director.. 
Wad we need for love stories?
Pretty girl...Pretty Boy... TISSUEs.. Tissues.. Tissues.. and TIssues.. and of cos.. Milk Tea...

Well.. To people who think i am a little Big Friggin Giant who dun have any emotions and all brawns but no brains.. Think again!! MUAAHAHA!! I can sing, i can dance, i can go crazy and i can crush bones..*CRACK* Fully equipped huh?

Well.. The one above is a joke incase your humor detector is too low to detect something so.. OMG!! SUPA JOKE! Well.. seriously... Im a human.. Like you.. I noe i may seem like a tough man or blockhead.. But it hurts everytime i get something negative.. I ain a toughman.. and i dun wanna be a jerk.. I should just quit school and gain respect on the streets as a gangsta.....

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Respect.

Respect is something.. 

So many people forgot..

So many people forsake..

So many people forgo.

It is something that is earned.. 

Something that can never truly be bought.

It is something..

Somebody gains, from people by him.

It is something.. Nobody truly gets..

Because they forgot why.

Why respect?

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Todae is the dae Project Smile is accomplished.. For there is no need for it anymore.. Im sorry.. But you dun need me anymore.. Bye.

The punching bag.. T_T

My punching bag had to take a fall after i kicked it two times in a row.. The whole attachment went crashing down.. EPIC KICK!! WAH! TOO!! *BOM* -punching bag falls- *THOMP*.. Now im using something like this.. -smiles- to express myself.. Im getting influenced by my daily FB spammer and sista Cam.. or Rain..

Too bad she only spams me in the night.. when im so sad.. but well she brightens up the mood and i hope i did the same thing for her too.. wawawa...... nyahahha... wad should i write? Now im having second thoughts... maybe i SHOULD claim royalty for these poems.. Fufufufu.. $1 per view of each poems.. $_$.. -faints- -wakes up- -faints again-

GARRHH!! IM TIRED OF WRITING THESE POEMS.. >_< But these are my life!! MY HOBBY!!.. WAit.. Im tired of love.. i should write something else as you are probably tired of reading them too..

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Pillars

Father,

You have killed me..

With your stares..

With your shouts..

With your apparent disregard for my feelings..

But i know..

Without you..

There will never be me..

There will never be my brother or my sister..

There will never be this family..

You're like my pillar..

You support me..

You keep me from falling..

You can see all..

But you just wouldn't talk..

I cant say how much i love you..

Because the love you give me is more than i could ever give you.

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YAY!! HAPPY FATHERS DAY!! Its too late to say that now. But oh well.. I just need to add a few more numbers to 10/10/10 to spell out HAPPY FATHERS DAY!! =)

This blog is becoming quite meaningless..

and i dunno wad to write anymore... no.. I aint gonna write my rants on my blogs.. nobody deserves my rant no matter how angry i am.. I aint gonna cry on this blog or do some sad sad stuff like killing myself.. Im just gonna make this blog something that can encourage people not to give up on a dying love.. or risk becoming a person like me.. somebody who couldnt hold out.. somebody who stabbed himself in the heart.. somebody who let her go to make her happy.. This blog is.. of course.. if you need some poems to say to your loved ones.. feel free to take any of the 50+ poems and use it.. It's ok even if you claim royalty for it.. cos pouring my feelings out in these poems is enough the reward.I dun even noe wad i want to write to you Orange.

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Snowflakes.

The snow.. 

So beautiful..

So Light..

Yet within these Beauty hides the cold & harsh plight..

Flowers dying beneath the snow.. 

Love..

Blinds all..

Mutes all..

Deafens all..

and generally make a heaven unto a hell.

Behind the beauty of love..

lies the same coldness..decay..death.

The irony.. 

Dying flowers still brings hope into my life.. 

For they are still flowers 

and i am still human.

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Project smile. Im not a robot. Dun assume i am one.. If i dun show my feelings.. It doesn't mean that i am not crying.. Its just that i have no more tears left in me..

Wheee... went northpoint todae.. Had no fun at all..

Went there to study alone!!! ALONE!! T_T One of my friends AND Sista! Cameron went there too.. But we never met.. cos i dunno how she looks like and she dunno how i look like... =DD But nvm.. Somedae.. as fate shall have it.. WE WILL MEET! =) YAY!!
Somehow i feel happy these few daes.. cos i noe that Orange is happy.. I dunno who you are anymore Orange... I cant talk to you anymore Orange.. If i talk to you.. You'll be sad.. I dunno who you are.. Anymore Orange...ORANGE ORANGE ORANGE!! this word keeps on appearing in my mind.. YAY!! Im officially clinically insane............

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Fate.

You never tell me before..

You never talked to me seriously before..

You probably think im boring 

and you are just listening as a friend..

But.. If only you knew..

You're the one who makes my conversations interesting.. 

You're the one whose smile makes me go the greater mile.

You're the one who never fails to make me laugh with your antics..

You're the one Fate has brought to me. and stolen away..

I only hope for you to smile Orange. 

Please.. I wish that you're who you used to be.

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Project Smile.

The course of true love neve did run smooth..

This famous phrase describes my overly-famous blog... about life... about love that goes on a bumpy ride..I guess when people stand on the bus for too long.. Bumpy rides are a commonplace.. Orange.. Orange.. Do you know who you are? If you know.. Please tell me.. If we ever get to know each other personally.. I'll ask for your hand right then and there..

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True love.

Love.. is like a bus ride.

You can sit or you can stand.. 

But like a bus ride.. 

A single halt destroys everything.. 

Love is like a swan lake ride

You can sit in the boat and you can pedal.

But like all lakes.

A single whirlpool is enough to kill anything,

Love.. Only when it goes thru such crisis do Love truly becomes True Love.

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Project Smile. Seriously.. I dunno her.. she dunno me.. Alls well that ends well.

Woaoh!! Left 10 more minute before 12! must write before 12!!

Orange Orange i see you!! Whose this orange? i dunno... Whos this person.. How i noe? Seriously.. This person.. i never met before nor will i recognise her in the streets.. Since i dunno her.. I guess i'll just call her orange.. cos she probably likes orange and typically all girls like orange.. Show me a girl who doesnt like orange and i'll show you a penguin living with a polar bear.

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Prettiest.

You're never pretty in my eyes.

Nor are you prettier than others.

You were never the prettiest. 

For in my eye.. Beauty beholds the beholder. 

You, my dear.. Is the most beautiful. 

Maybe others may say otherwise... 

But Beauty is a perfection...

undeterred by flaws..

Undetected by Love.

Flawless pretty.. Is imperfect Beauty.

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Project smile... Ok i cheated a little.. but i have 5 minutes left.. to do my other blog..