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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
concert band :)
living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Monday, April 28, 2008
you're right
i would nvr have guessed.
i mean,
u hand-made a bracelet!!
i'm like really touched.
truly truly touched and appreciative.
want you to know you been a really great friend :]
and i hope things stay that way.
as friends?
hope you're not thinking of anything more.
i would drift so far we would eventually stop talking.
and it'll be because of my own fear.
and well, i dont want that to happen.
s0..
dont fall in love with me!
9:11 PM
Thursday, April 24, 2008
missed school today.
so darn happy.
ha.
was in the doctor's office feeling the cold of the air con
waiting for the buzzer to beep
and the LCD above the consultation room's door to flash the number '32'
when the headline of a magazine article (the kind you always find in a clinic) caught my eye.
"IF YOU HAD ONE MORE YEAR TO LIVE"
how apt considering you go to the doctor's hoping to recover from whatever ailment it is that you're suffering from.
anyways, it got me thinking.
what WOULD I do if i had one more year to live?
sure i'd want world peace, to save the hungry children in Africa, eliminate poverty, save all people from condemnation but if i were living in this screwed of world of ours, what would i do?
well here's what i've come up with so far:
1. quit school. (there's no need for elaboration is there?)
now that i've quit school i'd have more time to
2. pay more attention to my friends :]
3. put in more effort in making the people around me happy
4. write more songs.
5. record my songs.
6. perform my songs
7. keep a proper journal. (the paper pad i'm using wont last long)
8. raise money for charities while doing all that.
9. learn to
10. fall
11. in
12. love
13. again
cus i think i deserve to have someone love me whole heartedly.
to show me care and affection.
to offer me a sense of security.
to romance me.
its selfish i know.
i mean, i'm gonna die in a year but can you blame a girl for wanting all that?
'the potter and his vase'
one day a potter decides to create the best vase he'll ever make.
its takes him years of sweat, blood and tears.
he puts in all he's got all his emotion, all his time, all of him.
he commits himself to its creation that the process becomes a part of him.
a gd productive day would put him in high spirits
and a tiny mistake would get him down.
but he'll tell himself to incorporate that mistake and make the vase even better then it was before.
his effort paid off and he created the most elaborate, most exquisite vase anyone in the world had ever seem
everyone said that it would last forever and would go down in history.
one day, as he was polishing the vase, it slipped, fell to the ground and broke into a billion pieces with a loud thundering crash.
at first he stood there in shock. mouth ajar as he stared at what used to be his most prized possesion.
he picked up the pieces and it cut him. he wasnt bothered about the pain or the bleeding.
all he wanted was to salvage all he could of the vase and hopefully piece it back together.
he work day in day out, praying every night before he slept and morning he awoke that he'll be able to piece it back together.
sadly, the material of which the vase was made of didn allow the potter to repair the vase.
he cried. for a whole year he hurt in memory of that vase which took all of him to make. slowly but surely, he got over the broken vase. convincing himself that at least the vase had came to be even if it didn last as long as he had hoped (which was forever).
he told himself that it was all right as at least the world once saw what he was capable of.
still, the potter never made another vase so exquisite, so carefully thought out, so carefully made. people wondered why but soon understood.
he could never handle the possibility of a 2nd blow.
6:10 PM
Thursday, April 17, 2008
A dedication to the people who care. :)
The Gift Of Friends
by Karin Schaefer
There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.
There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.
There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.
There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.
There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.
And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.
11:30 PM
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
the bruises are starting to show..
its hurts to just look at em.
10:05 PM
Friday, April 04, 2008
before i go on, i would like to thank God for answering a very impt prayer.
now, i wonder what you think of me sometimes.
did you really think i wouldnt be happy about something i prayed so hard for coming through?
fyi, its quite insulting.
11:00 PM
an ode to the song my blog was named after.
mad - check
angry - check
callous - check (could afford to be more)
lost - check
confused - cheak
cheap - check
used - cheak
unfaithful - check
looks like my life's checked out.
1:35 AM
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
last night.
tossed and turned.
then tossed and turned again.
finally..
drifted off into a sweet slumber.
i saw her.
heard her.
i swear it seemed all too real.
i started believing in it.
agreed to go over to visit her.
as i was making my way..
something stirred and i awoke.
reality bit me.
it bit me real hard.
she'd gone.
and she'd never be back.
i miss her.
i miss her so much.
the rest of the night and the following day
devoted,
to thoughts of her.
sweet thoughts,
loving thoughts.
my mama (maternal grandmother)
forever remembered as the bubbly and cute character she was.
i love you, mama.
12:37 AM
