Ah.
Hi.
Thanks for clicking the link that led you to this blog... Now it is whether you can bear to read its contents. This blog has been labelled 'cheam' by most people whom I know
(therefore highlighting their incompetency in the English language... hehehehehe xD no I'm just joking, don't pelt me with rotten veggies.. *splat!*)
Each entry in this blog are like pieces of my disillusioned self... Good luck to the one who dares brave into uncharted territory... the chasms of my mind.
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Moi pathetic self
Cheeryl Tan (a.k.a. JoBiChI~sAn ^^)
Currently 16. And VERY screwed up.
Libra
October 17th xD
Year of the Goat
Blood type B+ (tasty, because blood all around is...)
(Did I mention that I play with blood?)
Super-sensitive to the sun (vampire mah~)(never want to see the sun again...)
Die hard anime and manga fan! And dying for it...
Future Manga Artist.. I'll tell my stories to the world!
Obsession with... MUSHROOMS... <3
Choir!
Love science... All branches of it... But....
Love to sing
Love writing poems n songs
Love to draw
Loves the power of 'cheaminology' >_< Love writing LoOoOoOoOonnnggggg compos...
Love... A beautiful reality! <3
Where is the love?
Morbid and emo-ing... Again.
Wonders about Life
Counsellor! But can't even help myself...
Dreams of making own universes... While attempting to withdraw into my own...
Contorted in millions of philosophies
Japanese bands ROCK!
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Currently 16. And VERY screwed up.
Libra
October 17th xD
Year of the Goat
Blood type B+ (tasty, because blood all around is...)
(Did I mention that I play with blood?)
Super-sensitive to the sun (vampire mah~)(never want to see the sun again...)
Die hard anime and manga fan! And dying for it...
Future Manga Artist.. I'll tell my stories to the world!
Obsession with... MUSHROOMS... <3
Choir!
Love science... All branches of it... But....
Love to sing
Love writing poems n songs
Love to draw
Loves the power of 'cheaminology' >_< Love writing LoOoOoOoOonnnggggg compos...
Love... A beautiful reality! <3
Where is the love?
Morbid and emo-ing... Again.
Wonders about Life
Counsellor! But can't even help myself...
Dreams of making own universes... While attempting to withdraw into my own...
Contorted in millions of philosophies
Japanese bands ROCK!
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NOW PLAYING:
Just click on it. It won't kill you.
The archives
11 March 2007
Tomorrow's the day...
The mere thought of it sends chills down my spine, bringing my blood flow into frantic speeds, and squeezing my chest tightly like a screwed up vice of doom...
OH MY GAWD HOW AM I GONNA SURVIVE?!?!?!
I've listened to the song on my mp3, on online-streaming websites, on my WMP... Hell, I'd bet I've listened to it at least 50 times... The play count for the song on my WMP is 33 times... That's 11 times a day on average... excluding the play count on my mp3 player and such.
The song reverberates in my mind like a haunting memory... It won't go away. That's good. I hope it won't. That way, my mind would just be flooded with the song when my turn comes. Then I wouldn't get nervous. No, in fact I would only be focused on the song and nothing but the song. So I'm holding on to its every drumbeat, its every verse, its every tune and meaning... Altogether, these make up the song...
I've never felt this passionate towards an English song before. It's true I'm sure. Music is universal, no matter what language or genre. Each piece, if performed to its best and charged with the writer's intended emotions, will soundly sway the minds of the listeners' to its powerful meaning(s)...
Is anything holding me back? I'm not sure. But I must find out and rid myself of these locks.
What to wear? Check. Foundation? Check. Lip gloss (to soothe my chapped lips)? Check. Mp3 player? Check. Lyrics written down? Check. Self-esteem? Erm...
I really don't know... I guess since I've opted to take the plunge, it's time I stood up and revved up for the game. But it's scary. I darent face up to my fears...
But...
Ohhh stupid girl! Wake up already!!!
You chose this path... Walk already, if not run!
Ok talking to myself doesn't really help...
Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul...
That's not who I am. I'm sure.
So... here I go...
The mere thought of it sends chills down my spine, bringing my blood flow into frantic speeds, and squeezing my chest tightly like a screwed up vice of doom...
OH MY GAWD HOW AM I GONNA SURVIVE?!?!?!
I've listened to the song on my mp3, on online-streaming websites, on my WMP... Hell, I'd bet I've listened to it at least 50 times... The play count for the song on my WMP is 33 times... That's 11 times a day on average... excluding the play count on my mp3 player and such.
The song reverberates in my mind like a haunting memory... It won't go away. That's good. I hope it won't. That way, my mind would just be flooded with the song when my turn comes. Then I wouldn't get nervous. No, in fact I would only be focused on the song and nothing but the song. So I'm holding on to its every drumbeat, its every verse, its every tune and meaning... Altogether, these make up the song...
I've never felt this passionate towards an English song before. It's true I'm sure. Music is universal, no matter what language or genre. Each piece, if performed to its best and charged with the writer's intended emotions, will soundly sway the minds of the listeners' to its powerful meaning(s)...
Is anything holding me back? I'm not sure. But I must find out and rid myself of these locks.
What to wear? Check. Foundation? Check. Lip gloss (to soothe my chapped lips)? Check. Mp3 player? Check. Lyrics written down? Check. Self-esteem? Erm...
I really don't know... I guess since I've opted to take the plunge, it's time I stood up and revved up for the game. But it's scary. I darent face up to my fears...
But...
Ohhh stupid girl! Wake up already!!!
You chose this path... Walk already, if not run!
Ok talking to myself doesn't really help...
Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul...
That's not who I am. I'm sure.
So... here I go...
My WoRlD rEvOlVeS rOuNd and RoUnD mY LiFe sTorY... My DreAmS and HoPeS, mY reNeWeD sTreNgtH... And My NEW LoVe!
Jobichi~san whacked you at 9:28:00 PM
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