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MELLEH. Name:
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Age:
20.
Gender:
Female.

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Sunday, March 16, 2008
TP Dance
basically was a day of runnin ard, just to get D's bday present and endin with the TP Dance Concert.. the photos are all jumbled up, coupled with a few 'ho pics durin the interval..


these are some of the photos from first half of the concert but i kinda set the cam to the wrong mood so they were kinda blur-ish. i dont have pics from the second half cos i was takin the videos instead.

i cant rmb what i had intended to blog ytd, will prolly combine the entries whn i can finally open my bitchy words.

hols was basically a time for me to totally video like MAD! i have almost completed all the dramas i can basically get my hands on.. i am still lookin to get my hands on kurosagi..!
i'm really not sure isit me or the dramas that i am watchin. basically i can be bawlin on and off watchin these dramas! mad! and i literally mean bawl.. somehow i just cry like a big baby throwin tantrum.. imagine! actually, it's better not to.

i mean what am i to do? oe of the mini-drama was on teamspirit, which is a total killer for me.. the training they supposedly go thru and all, the feelin on a baton hittin one's hand (10x50), the beach runs (nball), the decision between friendship and victory, THE moment right after the race, evrythg.. my heart simply stopped evrytime they were havin their race cos i gotta admit the editor/director/whosoever did an uber gd job in portrayin the races. i dont knoe abt others but i especially love scenes whrby they show the process of a sport in detail. the drama had slowmo-ed scenes whn they were passin the batons, the overtakin, the final stretch of the 4by1. i noticed that it seems, something i've observed, that guys' 4by1 relay's alws seems to be more excitin and closely matched compared to the women's. that kinda adrenaline flow just makes me suspect that i have WEAK heart!



alright, mayb the cast look totally unappealin, ZETTAI~ ugly but the whole kick from their filmin of the track scenes are HOT! with the blue track, evrythg blue.. gosh, as much as i am concerned, blue equates to school colour, school spirit (cedar, cj). the familiar cries of cheerin durin impt moments, the "FIGHTO! FIGHTO!", just sounds so inspire, like how we used to shout "FIRE! the FIRE!" codes that only we understood, words only we felt for.. oouuu.. old school.. i left cedar for FOUR years alr! unbelievable -.-

the other drama was kinda like your typical love story.. but who says one cant cry over your typical love story, whats more, bawl over it. hahaha! the lead lost memory due to war, falls in love with a girl almost ten yrs younger. well, not surprisin since they practically live under the same roof, they do.
just whn evrythg's fine and goin smoothly, the leads fallin in love.. yes, you got it, the WIFE appeared, wife from the time before lead lost his memory.. blahh.. what follows is definitely gon be heart-wrenchin and i dont have the courage to watch on, how wimp!

i dont knoe how it happened but i've become sucha crybaby, i cry over evrythg!, in the drama that is. in real life i can still control pretty well. i rmb i nv did shed a tear whn i watched sad shows.. i guess it all started with autumn in my heart, the qiutiandetonghua.. the pioneer of tearjerkers. hahaa! still rmb the classic o~ppa~!? hahaha! i only watched the cryin parts then cudnt stadn the long-windedness and how evrybod died in the end. die from gettin banged by truck. gosh...

alright, i kinda rmb i wanted to blog on ppl.. cant really rmb what i wanted to blog on. well, you see, i alws wanna blog on thgs that i am thinkin while i am travellin or walkin but am too lazy to whip out my hp or notebk to jot dwn what i wanna write abt..

i knoe there's sth abt me bein grateful for the friends that i have so far.. nigger, moozy (different from maozee), the bangla, scooby, huey, love, kor, bw, b and.. and.. and i really cant rmb.. well, there are more guys amg but thats the beauty of it. we cant stay angry at each other for long, we see two sides of a situation, we learn to accept each others' difference. like how i have to learn that they can be sensitive but at the same time, super prone to goin overboard. mayb put it simple, i love how our friendships are kept simple with minimal politics and maximal protection. evrybod tryin to do their part to protect and prevent another from gettin hurt. at times of needs, you'l alws find the shoulder or the support you need. isnt this kinda friendships just amazin and precious? company is literally one phone call or a msg away, there'd be no questions asked as to why you failed to contact them all these time, just a simple 'i was really caught up with school' or whatsoever reason that is nth but the truth is sufficient. we dont have to msg each other 24/7, just a random msg from time to time to show that we still rmb each other, thats enough. yet, we are definitely not to take each other for granted.. like duh! they'd be no, why are you so.. 'like that?' or 'you shudnt do this! what would others think of us' but instead the frequent concern for each other.
of cos there are the ppl that i can have h2h talk to. we dont have to be close friends but ppl who happen to sddnly clique on the same frequency, thats all that matters.

ok, i totally dont knoe whr this post is goin anymore but i will prolly blog proper abt my friends in another post cos i really really needa go back to my drama. well then, ja na!

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