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JoyceL
six.nov.ninetyone
ex cgl-ian, penang
cHRisTiAn

fluffy, purple chicken living in a world of
pink donkeys,
orange cows,
green ducks
and dumb blonde sheep

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    <3 Loves
    purple
    cookies (and Cookie Monster!)
    sugar
    looking at/making beautiful things
    window shopping
    unique, one-of-a-kindshoes
    brown (i juz realised it lol)
    handbags
    accesories
    bananas with chocolate ice-cream cake
    coffee
    gifts
    listening to problems
    solving problems
    holidays-slash-festivals
    sentimental junk
    R&B, jazz, and ballad
    getting drumbeats
    right t a l k i n g
    reading love/adventure stories
    drawing little emo kids and squigglys
    tea with milk
    coffee without milk.
    victorian architecture
    open-plan design
    the smell of wood
    rough edged stonework
    abstract art
    middle easterners
    colourful designs
    simple, powerful statements
    one-liners
    witty humour
    confident people
    biker boys =DDD
    inspirational stories
    sensitive people
    making people happy
    unusual photography
    male jazz singers
    wild jasmine flowers
    stickers
    handmade art and craft
    flowers from my baby brother
    I-Love-You's from my family
    soft soft toys
    bodice-ripping novels
    japanese gardens
    water designs
    top-of-the-line technology
    cute animations
    the feel of new cloth
    arranging things
    my mummy's cooking
    hanging out at the poolside
    expensive silverware
    huge chandeliers
    drawing out of shape cartoons
    buying paintings
    decorating spaces
    re-reading letters/notes/messages
    crystal clear ice water
    watching nature documentaries
    Disney Channel
    daydreaming about unlikely events
    tasting food
    repairing broken stuff
    cheering for sports teams
    dreaming about hot guys =)



    XX Hates
    pink
    backstabbers
    proud people
    ungratefulness
    exams
    decision-making
    pumpkins.



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    chAriSMa
    ChEryL
    DaNiEl tAn
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    DiXoN
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    EvOn
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    hUi JeN
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    Thursday, December 01, 2011
    i'm getting in way too deep to be considered good.
    oh God, how do i know if this is from You or not?
    patience was never something i was ever good at.

    and this whole week has been torture, God.
    TORTURE!
    i knew suffering was part of the job description
    but, man, i didn't think THIS issue was up for grabs!

    i will never be able to please everyone, i know.
    but at least my parents?

    "Those who mind don't matter,
    and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss

    except that those who matter are perfectly human, and they still do mind!
    what is up with everyone wanting to create a perfect me?
    Singing perfectly.
    Speaking perfectly.
    Holding in your temper like it never existed.
    Dressing perfectly.
    Shaped perfectly.
    Intellect of a genius.
    Military obedience.

    if i was supposed to be born perfect, i would have been born GOD.
    except, that is impossible.
    so why expect me to be perfect?
    besides, everyone's view of perfection is different.
    so even if i was perfect in somebody's eyes
    i still wouldn't be, in someone else's eyes.
    there is no pleasing ANYBODY!

    rants do your heart a world of good,
    but they never solve anything.
    if only i didn't know that words hold the power to death and life
    i would use them as freely as i wanted!
    but with great power comes great responsibility, they say.

    i say, with great power comes with a whole load of baggage to deal with.

    i wish the people that need to read this would read it
    but oh, how impossible that sounds.

    oh God, how i long for You to return!
    if only so that this suffering may end...
    though i know it's not for that purpose.
    well one can wish, can't they?

    i wonder if this is hormones
    or God opening up a well of mysteries in me
    that i ought to search and discover.

    i can never tell.

    re-reading this post, even before i post it online
    makes me proud of my literary skills
    but deep beneath that false happiness
    is this burning ache for real joy.

    oh God, my God...
    give me Your strength to face my enemies
    strength to overcome offense (meant or not meant)
    strength to resist the temptation to think of him
    strength to finish what i have started
    strength to love those that You love (though i don't understand why, at all!)
    strength to accept Your will for me, and to obey it whole-heartedly.
    amen.
    1:08 AM