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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
18 June 2007
Twas watching Bleach for a while now...
Anime... I guess I won't be able to watch 'em soon.
The last few days have been a roll... Work, work, work. I guess that's my only way to divert my emotions and feelings of tempest... The thunderclouds drift into my arena, flashing with their static charges... And I'm holding a lightning rod.
What the heck am I doing?
This is the suffering I chose to inflict upon myself, isn't that so? I chose this path, I chose to open those doors, I chose to take courage and walk toward the shimmering diamonds in the distance... But when will I reach the sea?
How vast, how blue, how lonely... This is what I chose. And so I must continue to move. But no one dictates who you will meet in your lifetime. And I wish we did not cross paths, not at this point of time. Perhaps if we'd met at a later time, I would've gone all out and sung my full song, but all that's left are piercing shards of the swansong... My swansong...
A melody from the deepest corners of my heart. Is that what I sung? But I now bring upon my own punishment for revealing it to you. My forbidden melody, its lyrics and tune so difficult even for the creator to grasp, a song from the recesses of my tortured 'tamashii'... So hard it was to pull it out, now I regret doing so. It is not your fault, but of mine. I brought this upon myself, therefore I face the music... Alone.
When will my judgement end? Fate had cruelly thrown such rare emotion into my path, and yet the moment I become brave enough to embrace it, fate wrenches it away from my arms... Ah, such sadness, so hard to depict. So many times it happened, I no longer have the courage to embrace it again... No longer, no longer.
"Why do we have hands? To hold the ones we love, tightly, never letting them go..."
Where are mine? Filthy, worn things. Though beautiful, as one kind friend once said, the things it ever did... Regretful. I mutilated them. Each time I want to embrace the fires again, I shriek in agony as they pierce my wounded hands... And then, I walk away.
Anime... I guess I won't be able to watch 'em soon.
The last few days have been a roll... Work, work, work. I guess that's my only way to divert my emotions and feelings of tempest... The thunderclouds drift into my arena, flashing with their static charges... And I'm holding a lightning rod.
What the heck am I doing?
This is the suffering I chose to inflict upon myself, isn't that so? I chose this path, I chose to open those doors, I chose to take courage and walk toward the shimmering diamonds in the distance... But when will I reach the sea?
How vast, how blue, how lonely... This is what I chose. And so I must continue to move. But no one dictates who you will meet in your lifetime. And I wish we did not cross paths, not at this point of time. Perhaps if we'd met at a later time, I would've gone all out and sung my full song, but all that's left are piercing shards of the swansong... My swansong...
A melody from the deepest corners of my heart. Is that what I sung? But I now bring upon my own punishment for revealing it to you. My forbidden melody, its lyrics and tune so difficult even for the creator to grasp, a song from the recesses of my tortured 'tamashii'... So hard it was to pull it out, now I regret doing so. It is not your fault, but of mine. I brought this upon myself, therefore I face the music... Alone.
When will my judgement end? Fate had cruelly thrown such rare emotion into my path, and yet the moment I become brave enough to embrace it, fate wrenches it away from my arms... Ah, such sadness, so hard to depict. So many times it happened, I no longer have the courage to embrace it again... No longer, no longer.
"Why do we have hands? To hold the ones we love, tightly, never letting them go..."
Where are mine? Filthy, worn things. Though beautiful, as one kind friend once said, the things it ever did... Regretful. I mutilated them. Each time I want to embrace the fires again, I shriek in agony as they pierce my wounded hands... And then, I walk away.
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 6:00:00 PM
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