Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sunday:

I got to get a grip.

There are two kinds of love.

In the safe kind, you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for.

But then there’s the other kind of love.

Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave for that piece that’s a perfect fit.

You’ll search for it forever if you have to.

And if you’re lucky enough to find it, and because it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect.

But then, of course, when you try to get close to the other half, you don’t fit anymore.

That kind of love... you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.
Jodi Picoult

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wednesday:

Played games with the English Language Society (Sixth Form) today. Not enough time. Hopefully, they enjoyed it.

I try my best- Well, not really. If I really do try my best, I'll be planning, thinking ahead, allowing for cushion time. & it'd be perfect.

Stuff to do:

1. Class t-shirt.
2. Finalize the Community Service project.
3. Class Fund Account.
4. Pass Mathematics & Chemistry.


I stumbled across Yellowcard's Life of a Salesman just now, while charging Nigel's iPod & resyncing the songs.

The soft gush of feelings dragged from memories felt so... Addictive.

Yellowcard & All American Rejects. Michelle Branch.

This Social Network called Vampire Freaks.

Naruto.

Personality quizzes.

Stories. Stories. Stories.

A website for amateur writers.

Wild, wild imaginations.



Just the silent night. The blaring screen in front of me. The entire night. Hours, just... Being myself. Solo.

Feelings. Few people are involved in memories that cause such nostalgia. & every one of them, a different kind of feeling.

Melissa. In her room at her house at the Lintas apartments. Avril Lavigne, Play Station 2.

Nigel. Nights chatting. Seeing him the first few times. Stuttering. Dark blue. Hey.

Maple Story.

Nights pacing in my room, my imagination running, running, running- I can pace for hours, thinking, wondering.

Mum heard me once, & the police were called. She thought a burglar was holding me hostage in my room.

My thoughts have never strayed too far sexually, back then. The most that happens in any of my stories is a kiss.

Well, I should go to bed now. Still ended up sleeping late.

Signed, Carmelia.

Feeling, physically tired.
Thinking, more discipline.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Moments That Make Me Feel EXTREMELY Good.

Moments when...

1. I finally get to rest from intense exercise & pour iced water down the throat.

2. Nigel says I'm pretty.

3. Nigel says my English is good.

4. The teacher uses my assignments as examples of how to go about them.

5. I wake up in the morning & remember that I get to sleep in.

6. I finally finish cleaning up my room.

7. The number on the scale drops.

8. I realize I'm probably the only one in class who understands the lesson thoroughly.

9.




I think there's more. But because I'm picky & sleepy, I'll stop here for now. So much to thank the Lord for.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Tuesday:

I hate this whole BERSIH issue.

I don't hate BERSIH. I think it's good for the country.

But neither do I hate the government.

I think I have a lot to say about this. I definitely have thought A LOT about it.

Nigel said I'm a gullible girl. Coming from anyone else, I wouldn't have cared.

I feel frustrated & miserable every time it hits me that the conflict's really there, it's really big.

I think I know how the people in politically-unstable countries feel now.

Confused. In the middle. Unsafe. Not knowing who to trust. Frustrated by both extremes.

It doesn't help that my dad's a police, & my boyfriend's a staunch supporter- or rather, a staunch protestor against the current government.

To say that I have a desire to be on Nigel's side is not wrong. Against my father. To agree with Nigel, even if I don't voice it out in front of dad.

But I don't fulfill that desire, because there's another want; the want to be careful.

Now, the only thing that brings peace into my heart is knowing that God is... God is great.

When I don't know what to do, I'll pray. When I don't know what to say, I'll pray. When I want to speak but choose to shut up, I'll pray. When I want to keep quiet, but choose to speak up, I'll pray.

I must. It's always like this, isn't it? I get cornered before I turn to God.

But He has never failed me.

I think about how it's been nine months with Nigel, & most of it spent apart, & how this makes me choose to dismiss any issues I think we're facing concerning our relationship, because this LDR isn't a normal one.

I think about how his mother's going to forgive me, if she ever will.

I think about how I have to prove myself as someone whose opinion matters.

Great, wouldn't it be, if I didn't have to think so much? If I'm already an accomplished, totally self-actualized girl, who is intelligent, disciplined, happy, kind, rational, patient, pretty, sporting. Just living my life, making an impact, living for God, & all that stuff Christian bands write about as song lyrics.

Very great.

But I wouldn't have it any other way than the way it is now.

I almost believe, that given the chance to truly see how my mind & train of thought work, people would understand my opinions, even if they don't agree with them.

Instead of dismissing me as a naive, ridiculous girl.

***

Today!

We had ICAS English today. I have hopes of getting a Better Than Average (Merit or Distinction, not sure which they use) certificate :D I got it last time, and I thought it was difficult. This time, it's not that bad. Maybe even HIGH Merit/Distinction <3 A girl can dream.

It's the International Competitions & Assessments for Schools- Obviously, I took English.

***

I spent the last two periods talking about guitars & playing this paper & pen game with Ashrul. Poor guy. Loser kept losing- and by loser I meant me.

And me? I don't like losing games that I think I should win. So I made him play with me again & again until the school bell rang. Still, he won me by fifty plus points.

***

Tomorrow's Wednesday. Co-curricular activities!... Another something from the government that I really, really don't like.

But hey. Instead of complaining, I'm trying my best to, if not being active & doing something productive, enjoy the meetings & support the AJK.

I know how it feels like to worry about how you're going to make sure the club members like the meetings (in other less-savory words, how you're going to entertain them). It's not supposed to work like this, of course. The members should all contribute- the AJK is only there to lead.

But to motivate them is going to take a lot more effort and time than to entertain them for an hour every two weeks (or not). & right now? Us Upper Six students should not be spending too much time on things outside of our academics.

I feel crappy after hosting ELS/Cheerlead Meets, because I worry too much about how the members perceive me. It's fine if they think I don't do well as a leader- As long as they tell me. The worst case scenario is that, they think I don't do well, & at the same time, think that I SHOULD know what I'm supposed to be doing.

How the hell am I supposed to know what you members want & need? Especially when you don't respond when I ask.

***

Thursday.

Nigel's coming home.
Jinho's coming home.
School: Education Fair. So we'll only be having Pure Mathematics.
Afternoon: Giving tuition to Isaac & Jerry.
Night: Grandmother's birthday dinner.

Very full day, Thursday.

***

Education Fair will be more relevant to me this time, though, since I'm aiming for Australia, I won't be taking down information for myself. Hopefully I'll get some insight on what certain professions require- Not the certificates, but the experiences, the personality that you need to be able to do you best as a this and that.

Yeah, I'm still aiming to further my studies in Australia. Probably not in the same region as Nigel- our parents will see to that, I suppose. But at least, in Australia. Phone calls, text messaging, will be cheaper (Since we don't Skype or connect much through the internet).

And, I've already set my sights there. People know. I'm not going to go back on my word. I truly think Australia's a good place to study. From what I've heard from Mr. Goh, Judith, Yii Chyng, I think I'll like it there.




I should go to bed now. Still trying to get to school early enough so I can do my revision & get a head-start. I work better when people watch me. That's why I like the concept of having a bestfriend so much. You have someone who loves you & you can be accountable to, who motivates you.


Signed, Carmelia.

Feeling, very awake.
Thinking, but I should go to bed.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Tuesday:

Last night was a climax of a chapter all by itself.

Thoughts just kept attacking.

I'm not good enough.

I'm never going to make it in time for my examinations.

Nigel's too good for me.

I'm damaged.

I don't belong to this family.

I'm not normal.

I'm not special enough.

I'm too fat.

& I wonder if I would crack one day. & if my family would have the good sense to know that he's probably the only one I might listen to.

Do you know how tempting it is to do something that would guarantee people will take you seriously & care? And not act like I'm the biggest nuisance in the world when I'm crying?

I'm not a filial girl. I know that now. I don't know why, but as compared to my peers, I'm not that scared of offending my parents or going against their wishes. If I could get away with it, I would.

Still. I'm not totally rebellious.

Mum said it was because I needed more money. Because dad's always not reloading for me even though he said he would. That's why I wanted so badly to give Melissa's brother tuition.

It's not about the money.

It's about how you talk to me. Angry. Irritated, Frustrated. How you jump from issue to issue.

It's about me being very scared about my examinations. Just because I'm not studying like hell all the time doesn't mean I'm not worried.

It's about me being very frustrated with myself.

It's about how I am desperate to be free from this house. I don't want your cash, I want to earn my own. Maybe because, when I have to make decisions involving Nigel again, I won't feel as though I'm still tied to my parents.

It's about a whole load of other things, that, if I could have, I would have typed out last night. Every bit. Almost everything I've ever wanted to say to you.

Not how angry I am at you, or how unsatisfied I am with my family. More on how insecure I feel sometimes. How I wonder about what my mum & dad think about me being bulimic, about me cutting myself. How I feel so explosive inside. How I wish that there would be more times when someone would be gentle with me & wipe my tears off when I start crying, rather than asking me what's wrong irritatedly. How I wish the guy I'm going to marry is with me now, is close to me, is truly, really my bestfriend, not just by title but by our lifesong too, & close to my family as well. How I wish they'd just GET that. Getting a stable job is not my ultimate goal in life, & then to settled down & have kids. No. If that's the 'About Me' section in my life, I won't be dying happy, dad.

***

Ashrul's girlfriend messaged me, asking if we could be friends, since I'm her boyfriend Ashrul's friend.

Well, of course.

If anything, I accepted for Ashrul's sake.

I really don't know what happened that day. They kept saying I had something to do with it. Sin Fung said, they'd broken up way before this, & then Ashrul came to KKHS & met someone. Here he'd winked at me. I suppose he was talking about me,

but the hell? It was probably this other girl. Though I can't say I don't doubt myself entirely.

And his ex-girlfriend (Who is now his girlfriend) wanted to get back. But Ashrul didn't want to.

& a whole lot of drama, I suppose, happened that I have no idea about, because honestly, Ashrul has NEVER just nodded his head like that & shrugged me off when I ask him what was wrong. He'd either nod & tell me, or shake his head & smile & really pull it off.

It's good that things are fine now. Hopefully they'll treat each other right. I hate it when a couple doesn't work out. In a way it makes me believe that it's more probable than not that a break-up will happen, no matter how many times you say it won't.

Signed, Carmelia.

Feeling, raining.
Thinking, -

Friday, July 1, 2011

Friday:

Today we had a Biology test on Immunity. My effort would be about 88%.

I like school. Mainly because of my classmates. Partly because of my teachers. They like me. That's one reason why I like school. That's me being frank.


Signed, Carmelia.

Feeling, everyday I'm shuffling.
Thinking, -