the sweeeeeeeeeeeeetest moment!

As the saying goes: happiness isnt about getting what you want. It's about loving and feeling grateful to what you have received. 

It is so true! I have been receiving many and many from others, i am still learning to give and help instead of take 😎😒

Today went redeemed my very first free chatime! Hehehehe😎😍

 

I did behave like a kids when i was lining up to order the drinks. It was then that,the boy lined behind me who sound with a very soft tone taking out his phone and calling someone, should be his girlfriend, i did really get shocked when i heard the conversation :O

 He was asking:

" if there were a cup of chatime falling from the sky of your house now, which flavour you think it will be?" 

OMG! He is so damn handsome wth! And then the conversation continued,

"HAha i am buying chatime now la, which flavour you wan?"

"Ehh fast ehh, is going to my reach my turn soon"

"HAha, i think i have to wait for another line le.." 

一时间 我竟五味参杂 这种肉麻的话本该偷偷对着自己的伴侣说 可是竟被我听到了 有点窥探别人隐私的感觉😎hahaha😏 

祝你们白头到老  <3

kiss u goodbye

有时候 有些情绪不是我的 有些眼泪不需要酝酿 有些话只能烂在心底 有些人绝交了就真的不能再交

你明白就明白 不明白也罢 反正你的明白也不一定彻底明白 我也不想你太明白 这么说你懂吗？ 你懂的 可是你还要深深伤害我 为什么 对我说谎就那么的使你有成就感？当我已经知道真相 而你却对我撒谎 你可知 心冷笑得不能再冷笑 却还是被你伤了又伤？ 我很不理解 你的用意何在 是在报复 抑或 真的就只是我多想了:[

或许是我太敏感 可是我知道很多时候我的感觉是对的 而你一次又一次的睁着眼睛说瞎话时 我很想选择相信 即使很难 我还是忍住 没有揭穿 可我知道 这次我们真的就再也没有然后了 人家都说了:回忆里的人就不要再搬出来 人出来了回忆就再也不可爱 

我真的不明白 我以为我们可以做朋友 我一直坚信 虽然我们闹过 哭过 吵过 互相折磨过 可是那时毕竟真的还不懂事 我们都不会爱 所以我选择释怀 一直学习着怎么抚平它 每每你出现在我的梦中 睁眼后的我就再也睡不着 因为我不知道那些有你的梦到底代表着什么 为什么会有你 可是你在哪里?? 我真的天真单纯白痴过了头真的真的真的真的真的以为我们可以做知己 怎么可以 你是生来伤害我的吗？

如果说小屁孩儿的喜欢都不算喜欢的话 我只喜欢过两个男孩 两个男孩都那么敏感和聪明 他们都敏感的感受到我的敏感 可是却又都聪明得可以刻意不去理会我的感受 聪明得可以 你们可以 都可以 你们都可以 反正姑娘多的是 不差我 你们都讓我有过心动和很美好的想象 可是都留给我一地凋零的玫瑰 慢慢枯萎 于是我慢慢有了点点的惧畏 害怕再遇到怎样的谁谁谁 

我真的怕了好吗 那天我又做了个梦 你又出现了 住在一间玻璃屋里 房子里面的橱柜 书架 还是挡住了部分外面可以窥看的范围 你对我不理不睬 我明明看见你就坐在门里边 可是我喊破喉咙你眼皮也不抬一下 你让第三个人来传达我你想专心读书 不想我烦你的意愿 这让我觉得我像是一团无用的蛋白质 可有可无 梦里还出现了其他的人 甚至鬼 感觉是那么的真实 那么的恐怖 以致这个梦把我吓醒 真实的感觉历历在目 我感觉周遭世界静止 然后我哭了 真实世界也不过如此 可我好伤心好伤心好伤心


 再一次做这个决定就是这样了 没有然后了 我不知道该如何跟你做朋友 我甚至连话也不会说了 每次遇见你我就无法思考 口无遮拦 想跟你分享的是很多 可是怎么都觉得不适合说 最后我就自己吃掉那些开心的寂寞的伤心的失望的句子 请你安静的住在我的回忆里 不要跑出来了好吗？

你还是要幸福 千万不要再招惹别人哭 
我不会再stalk你了 我发誓! 

The Monster Under the Bed...

This is my very first english novel, although it is not that long. haha
hmmm reason to write this? ans:for my sem3 english assignment! maybe u will doubt on what i have said, but its really my assignment! It is just because i have a very lovely and generous English lecturer, she is the one who keep encouraging me and helping me in solving thousand of problem s when i first came to this new environment, i do love her, Ms,Sharon :*

here is my story, hope u guys enjoy it :D (neglect all the grammar mistakesss thank you)

Write a narrative beginning with: The monster under the bed…

       The monster under the bed named Nukitkatella, by me, when our first met. Reminiscing the past, I totally conceded with that. One day, when I came back from seminar for UPSR, I took off my shoes, threw away my bag onto the sofa, and rushed towards my majestically super king-sized, pinky Hello Kitty themed bed, like what I used to do. I kneeled down and started to take out my treasure, which I have been collected for 55 days long. Surprisingly, I touched something unexpected, as if a long binded warmed cotton. Prudently, I pulled the warmed cotton out. What had loomed into my view was the weirdest monster I have ever seen, if I were have chance to see other monster. He has two bready eyes with wispy eyelashes, a straight pointed nose, and a pursed lip on his brunette, wrinkled face. There was also a lovely, cuteness belly button on his furless dwaft body. He was eating my precious, priceless treasure, KITKAT and NUTELLA! No words no fuss, we stared at each other. It was the first day I realized his existence. More importantly, the day was the beginning of our friendship.

     Although Nukitkatella and me had just first met, we felt a sense of affinity for each other. He couldn’t speak as he doesn’t have a vocal cords, but he can draw very well and can read through my mind, transparently. He mad no bones about the fact that he was escaping from the other planet, COCO-planet, a planet which produced chocolate, he was unwilling to marry a girls he doesn’t like. He covert to travel around all the planet in milky way, and Earth, was his last destination. He told me that he found that Earth is the most attractive planet, especially the place under my super king-sizedbed, so called secluded hideaway. He keep repeating a quote: The night’s silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way. Even he never tell, I knew that the elation, written on his face was just a fake, he felt lost and lonely in these strangeness, unfamiliar planets. Came rains and shines, he always right beside me for me to confide in and keep my chin up. I felt secured when I was with him. I started to sleep with him under the super king-sized cosy bed. 

     Good times do not last long, I knew. Nukitkatella has gone, without any reasons, bringing all those drawings we used to communicated, stoutly. I was overwhelming with grieves. The heart then, disintegrates utterly, as if the faith was crumbled, doomsday was imminent. I cried crazily in the dreary night, swallowing hard waiting for him to come back, with a glimmer of hope, and then turned in unintentionally. Day by day, I was peaked and pined. Before long, my father, a man who has been showering his paternal love to his daughter, brought me a good news. He said that he found Nukitkatella, and I was allowed to live with him chronically. I found my father’s voice very muffle, yet, I was being intoxicated in my imaginary to meet up with Nukitkatella. For the sake of to see Nukitkatella earlier, I earnestly entreated that if I can inhabit to my new room right now, the option was virtually nonexistent for my father, but to cheer his wayward daughter up, he finally agreed. 

     As I wished, I lived happily with a monster named Nukitkatella, in our lovely new secluded corner, which everything was in plained white, as if our holy friendship. Yet, it doesn’t matter, Nukitkatella can draw many colourful and breathtaking beautiful pictures like what he has been doing. Nevertheless, nothing else can separate us, now and forever. 


Postscript: The next day, The Daily Mail has the headline” Talented young artist diagnosed with Schizophrenia”, a talented 15-year-old girl young artist has confined to a psychiatric hospital. More than 100 drawings by her within three years will be auctioned next week. Raised fund will be paid for her medical expenses. Here to advice all the parents to spend more time to accompany your children, encouraging them instead of forcing them to get a flying colour, and not to buy a super king-sized bed for your child.

Author: :)