Tales of Thesepthia

01*Story
A women trapped between reality and dreams,sees a little girl at the bus stop on a rainy day. Wonders if the sky is crying too along with her. Life never been great to her
Hoping for Miracles to happen and trying so hard to make miracles happen .

02*Moi
25 yr old, female, Absolute Virgo , perfectionist
has a lovable son , Caelan

03*loves and hates
loves Chic and Cool Stuff, loves the great Mother Nature, enjoys the serentiy of life
hates sluts,hypocrites and ppl who judge ppl who dun even bothering knowing the real person. SHALLOW !! god damn shallow! ):

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Dozing off absolutely in the office, slept at 3 am last nite, went feng with hubby and alex ... had quite a nice time singing. Haven been there for a long long time ..... ahhah

so sleepy, had a good bowl of mee hoon Kuay , lots of chilli, meeting the bitches later at Daiso. " Lets go shopping" buy the chalet stuff.

I be at chalet for thu - Saturday, Saturday afternoon have to go dentist -_- .....

if u wondering wat song i been playing on my blog. its Priscilla Chen rendition of " Gloomy Sunday" . The original Gloomy Sunday had been link to serveral cases of suicide in Hungary.
But even without the influnce of the song, Hungarian ppl are still killing themselvve regardless wat...... Its just a sad sad song ... thats all .

I am alive and kicking , so dun worry .. ahhaha

I am listening to Boa's My Name ( Wo Shi Bao Er) Taiwan chinese version.

posted @ Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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A little girl stands near the bus stop,the skies started to darken and pours merciless on her. She starts to cough profusely,feeling very very weak and she stands there starting to tear.:
Wondering if the skies are also crying along with her. She looks helplessly at the bus stop and decided to run for shelter.:
She looks ard , there are a handful of ppl at the bus stop waiting for their bus, She started to scream at the top of her voice for someone to help her, but its like no body can hear her:
She has lost her voice in the midst of screaming and no one bothers about her. As she passed out, the ppl at the bus stop continues their endless routine of getting aboard the bus and alighting. :
Our world has become so cold and heartless, I dun even recognise it any more Friends are " We may be drinking differents kinds or drink, using different cups in different places. No matter how the world changes and how everyone else change. True Friends Never Change: