Saving the best for last.

I don't know anymore. I keep thinking that it's bound to get better, but I don't know..

Really.

Don't need another perfect line

Vampire Diaries reopens next year.

I'm like, WHAT THE HELL.

This is not cool.

Anyway, I have this wedding to attend tomorrow, so...

Yeah.

Life's a blast now.

Really.

I'm not swimming in to-do list after to-do list.

Really.

Do you remember the times?

My brother has always been the sweet one, always thinking about others first.

That's one of the reasons I love him, even as I roll my eyes at another one of his attempts to try and make the world a better place for the rest of mankind.

He's the one making sure everyone's feelings get considered, especially since my other brother and I have no qualms about feelings and the whatnots that get hurt.

**

I keep dreaming...

And it's always about the same person.

Just different scenes.

It's crazy.

I think I need more sleep.

**

I have a love-hate relationship with band, I swear.

Sometimes, it's just easier to not care about it.

**

And, oh look.

Gossip Girl just got THIS much more interesting.

And predictable.

LAUGHS.

They got their mind on the money.

I need to find a way to concentrate on Economics.

The only thing I keep thinking of is how much I need to do for camp and how little time there is to do it.

Basically, I wanna concentrate fully on camp.

And nothing else.

So basically, I wish I didn't have a band concert next week.

And band camp on thursday.

Because band camp is another way of saying 'I wanna keep you in school to practice until 11 and tire you out so you can play horribly for the concert.'

Actually, I'm getting extremely sick of band. I still love playing, and I know I'll miss the songs I can play once there's no more band, but it's the other things that make me sick.

Make me wanna throw up.

If it wasn't for the horrible fact that the Singapore Education system requires you to maintain a CCA, I'd quit.

I wanna play. I really do. But all this stress is not worth it.

Plus, it seems like I only have one or two true friends in the band now.

Thank goodness it ends next week.

I can't wait for band camp...

..... to be over.

On another note, I decided to use today to do all the stuff that I'm supposed to do before I spend the rest of this week tiring my lips out on my instrument.

And I haven't finished.

Joy is my middle name.

If this blog is supposed to reflect my emotions in life too, you'd think I was a horribly scarred kid always in the midst of her period.

So I present to you the irony of my life. :))

(People ask me how I can stay so cheerful most of the time. Now you know why. :) )

Sometimes I'm scared of you.

On this day, God wants you to know...


... that tonight you can turn your worries to God, and have a good night's sleep. You've been worrying too much about the future lately. So tonight, go ahead, put your faith in God, and just have a peaceful evening and a restful sleep.
 
I found out that one of my favourite, loyal readers is back and loyally reading. :D
 
So this post shall be 'Mel-friendly'. Dedicated to the dear sweet girl that brightened my day just by talking to me on MSN.
 
Had an awesome day with Shu fen. We bought ties from Raffles and ate at BnJ's. It's always nice talking to her. :)

Sometimes, you need to take a step back and realise that your life may have its crazy moments, but the other 90% of the time, THAT'S what you live for.

I have really been tiring myself out too much. Just bent on making sure everything turns out fine.

I should stop worrying.

I've done enough.

Let God do the 'worrying' for me.

:))

Hope this was Mel-friendly enough! ILY Chia Yan Ling!

When all I needed was the truth.

Suddenly, I've become part of the past...

And everyone knows I'm in over my head with eight seconds left in overtime..

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage...

You find another friend and you discard.

Over my head - The Fray

OneRepublic is soon becoming the band to listen to when I'm emo.
That means I'm pretty much listening to it everyday now.

I felt a whole lot better this weekend. Even though the games recee was a bit of a mind-drainer, my darlings made it up to me as usual just by being there.

Sleeping over with the girls and just talking away about anything and everything was exactly what I needed. I felt so happy last night.

"I got angry at you. So I what you?"
"Slap."
"Another word. Sounds something like it!"
"Slah-p."


Taboo with Azriel has to be the most entertaining thing. Somewhat.


J: "I was wondering if you went to your room."
N: "I DID go to my room."
A: "Huh. Then where did you go?"


Belle is deaf.


S: I can't balance very well! I'm not wearing flats!
A: I thought you were wearing your new shoes...
S: I am..
A: I thought they were heels..
S: They ARE..
A: Then why you say you wearing flats?


See above comment in italics


S: Belle's cold sore's so big, it should have its own personality. I like 'Frank'.
J: 'Norman's a nicer name.
S: Frank!
J: Okay. Frank Norman, okay?
S: Yeah! Sounds awesome!


This is how we named Belle's cold sore.


S [to anyone who came along]: Have you met Frank Norman?


Cuz' I'm mean. :)


N: You must excuse me, my bathroom's quite small. (she means the one in her bedroom)
A: Don't complain! I don't have one at all.
J: You don't have a bathroom at home?


Cuz' Belle's very cute sometimes.

And now that the weekend is over, I can look forward to the week.

Which means I'm not really looking forward to much.

At least we had our fun.

I love my girls.

The hope is we have so much to feel good about.

Don't you know I suffer

I'm facing depression as of now.

I don't wanna do anything.

I wanna quit band. I wanna quit camp. I wanna quit acapella.

I wanna sit at home and relax.

Maybe even do some studying.

I don't even wanna get involved in so many things ever again.

I've learnt my lesson.

I won't do it again.

Please, Lord. Don't punish me. I knew not what I was getting myself into when I signed up.
Nothing is fun now, Lord. I don't need fun, actually. I need joy. Nothing brings me joy anymore, Lord. I'm wallowing in a sea of self-pity and I feel so pathetic that I need to blog and 'complain' about my over-commitments to everything but I can't take it anymore, Lord.
I want to share my gifts with the world, but does it have to come at such a heavy price?
Everyone wants my 100%, Lord. I don't have that. I can't give it to anyone. And everyone gets hurt in the end.
Is it worth it, Lord?
Is it worth the pain and effort just to give everyone only about 50% of what I can offer?
Sometimes I give even less.
I'm disappointing so many people, Lord.
People who used to count on me; people who saw someone in me and decided that I was worth the time.
Now, they probably realise it was a big mistake in relying on me.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Please, Lord.
I dont' want to hurt anyone anymore.
Be with me as I complete what I have to do.
Give me the strength, the patience, the guidance.
Let me learn. And learn well.

And I promise I'll never do something as stupid as this ever again in my life if I ever can help it.

With eight seconds left in overtime

I'll NEVER survive without a maid. I've spend YEARS shaking my head and tsking at others who can't seem to fend for themselves.. only to discover that I'm exactly like them.

Oh happiness.

My household can't even survive one DAY without a maid. Shouting and frustration presented themselves at so many junctures today, I can't even keep count.

And I'm watching New Moon tomorrow with Chuck. :))))

And someone stole my bike. :(((

So yeah, we're going down

I want this.

I got these.

Life is all about material wants and needs.

HAHAHA.

Camp Comm will kill me if anyone reads this.

:DDD

Paint a picture of the perfect place.

I'm a happy girl.

I got 2 pairs of gladiator wedges. In MY size. the PERFECT pair of shoes that I have been looking for since JUNE.

I'm a happy girl.

I went for a mani-pedi today and got light pink fingernails and purple glittery toes.

I'm a happy girl.

I finally got my new earphones.

I'm a happy girl.

I got aviators.

I'm a happy girl.

I'm a little appeased about not going to Indo now.

God wanted me to get my wedges.

I think.

They are perfect. :)

Right, left, right.

I want to marry Ian Somerhalder.

I shall be Mrs. Stephanie M. Somerhalder.

He shall love me and we shall have our 3-storey little beach house in Miami with the 3000 sq-feet backyard and porch swing.

He shall buy me an Audi R8 after I give him his third son. (After having a son and a daughter.)

Actually, I'd rather marry Damon Salvatore and raise a family of vampires.

And get those nifty rings that make us daywalkers.

I wanna be a vampire.

Then maybe I don't have to take a ferry or plane to get to the places I want.

And everyone would like me more cuz' I'd make one hot vampire.

And vampires are oh-so TO DIE FOR. Don't you think so?

The Queen of Spades

Someone is plotting my death the minute I step out of this country. This must be the only reason why I seem to be stuck on this little island.

Anyway, Joan and Pete cheered me up last night after the devastating news broke. Joan made me laugh over the phone talking nonsense and giving me anecdotes about her brother which were so cute. Pete was Mr. Retarded with MSN.

Peter says:

*maybe that's it!
*you're stuck in singapore.
*so you discover the cure for cancer.


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*yup.
*probably.


Peter says:
*errr....
*do you know where to start? :D


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*no clue.
*do you wanna help?


Peter says:
*nah.
*I've got exams to study for.


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*oh okay.


Peter says:
*yeah.


Stephanie  ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*i'll just mope around the house..


Peter says:
*butbut...
*cancer!


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*and maybe it'll be hidden under some pot or something.


Peter says:
*OMG.
*you're right.
*you're a genius!

And I had a nice dream. It was probably due to the Malaria pills.

He was thanking me for visiting him at home or something.. I pretended to fall asleep.

There was something about this game called 'RRT' that only gays play or something.

Okay.. My dream may not make much sense, but it cheered me up even more.

I wish a lot of things could be simpler. For one, I could go to China. And getting over him would be a snap. And I wouldn't lose a friend.

And he would stop acting like he does now.

I think it's getting a bit irritating.