(Wednesday, July 02, 2008)

It's as though the past has come back to haunt me.
Now, I'm like stuck in the middle of crossroads, with nowhere to escape.
Your gentleness almost made me forget how painful the breakup was.



Argh. Today was a weird weird weird day.
The day started out baddddd, I was nearly late for skl and chiong-ed there.
Was madly dripping with sweat during morning assembly.
And then it was hours of PW group discussion.
...
...
...
...
Uh huh. That was how boring it was.
Our group quickly finished up our part 1 of WR, then all went home!
Except me of course, the tennis maniac who stayed back to play tennis (:
I PLAYED FOR FOUR HOURS OKAY.
Until my arm wanted to just drop off from its socket. Just so not normal for me.
And I was stinky like shit.

After I left skl ard 5.30, I met him for the first time in agesxzxzxzxz.
Long story, cut short :D
Back at home about 9 plus, ate dinner, msn conversations blahblah.
Then there was this friend who asked me if I was interested in face and body modelling.
I was like WHAT?@#&*%! Yeah, I thought he was scamming me.
But he's taking photography, and he asked me to be his model cos he says he knows I can do it, and he prefers to work with someone he already knows.
Claims I got the looks and figure whatever. Rejected of course.
These kinda things are too good to be true, and I'm just not confident enough to do so.
Modelling should continue to be left to aneroxic tall girls who do not like good food.
Which is the total opposite of me (:

you'll be the prince and i'll be the princess

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
and say hello
Little did I know
That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
begging you, 'Please, don't go.'
And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

struck dumb

I am Cherlyn and I'm super cool, tall, pretty, blah blah, everything that a girl could be.
I have loads of money, drives a racerbike around town in the middle of the night.
Has a walk-in closet filled with branded clothes and stuff like that.
I like to camp by the seaside and soak in the sun all day.
Likes to play tennis 'cos I like to wear short skirts.
My favourite person in the whole wide world is dodobird.
Dodobird is a green triceratops who has no fingers.
She only has claws and she is a tennis pro.
She loves wearing short skirts like me and has a cute little cap to hide her horns.
Because her horns are so scary they might chase everyone away.
Then she has nobody to play with and no prince charming to play kisskiss with.
Dodobird also has her own little house which is made out of cardboard.
But she sleeps beside me every night because I have a pillow and she doesn't.



This is Dodobird.

talk of the town

(Wednesday, July 02, 2008)

It's as though the past has come back to haunt me.
Now, I'm like stuck in the middle of crossroads, with nowhere to escape.
Your gentleness almost made me forget how painful the breakup was.



Argh. Today was a weird weird weird day.
The day started out baddddd, I was nearly late for skl and chiong-ed there.
Was madly dripping with sweat during morning assembly.
And then it was hours of PW group discussion.
...
...
...
...
Uh huh. That was how boring it was.
Our group quickly finished up our part 1 of WR, then all went home!
Except me of course, the tennis maniac who stayed back to play tennis (:
I PLAYED FOR FOUR HOURS OKAY.
Until my arm wanted to just drop off from its socket. Just so not normal for me.
And I was stinky like shit.

After I left skl ard 5.30, I met him for the first time in agesxzxzxzxz.
Long story, cut short :D
Back at home about 9 plus, ate dinner, msn conversations blahblah.
Then there was this friend who asked me if I was interested in face and body modelling.
I was like WHAT?@#&*%! Yeah, I thought he was scamming me.
But he's taking photography, and he asked me to be his model cos he says he knows I can do it, and he prefers to work with someone he already knows.
Claims I got the looks and figure whatever. Rejected of course.
These kinda things are too good to be true, and I'm just not confident enough to do so.
Modelling should continue to be left to aneroxic tall girls who do not like good food.
Which is the total opposite of me (: