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She is unpredictable, frequent moodswings. Sometimes she’s nice, and sometimes she’s not.
Her name is Yan Ying. 90% of the world can’t pronounce it properly, simple as it seems. But no one really cares so they just call her YY. She is not fond of people with the same name as her. She turns 14 on 6th September and she loves her birthday cause it is a sex symbol. She was from Yew Tee Primary and is still proud of her school. She will never forget the class of 6D’07, or the batch of P6’07. She is currently an idiot in Nanyang Girls High and it is a love-hate relationship. She belongs to 202’09 which she, to be honest, doesn’t feel much for. She is a Theatre Club girl and is more than proud to be one. She especially loves Emo Batch♥, and looks forward to devoting her next 3 years to TCN with much optimism. She does ballet with more than just passion but she can’t do a center split. She is trying her best and is currently aiming for a far-fetched distinction for Grade6. She loves hiphop just as much though she’s pretty new at it. Her favourite sport is swimming and she occasionally plays basketball as a form of stress-relief. She likes to be tan and loves her swimming tan line. The piano, is yet another love-hate relationship. Like most teenagers, her hobbies include MSNing, blogging, and youtubing and facebooking. She loves shopping and doing random stuff like gaying people, jumping over railings, walking in the rain, and having completely irregular sleeping hours. Unlike most teenagers, she thinks that rap music is trash. She also thinks that she is getting old cause she hates the songs the average listens to these days. She can’t explain her love for oldies, country music, ballads, and sentimentals. Nostalgic songs are the best. Her favourite bands are Michael Learns to Rock, The Beatles and Westlife. She loves too many singers to name them all. “Forevers” are bullshit as of now. The night speaks to her the way no one else can. Her favourite thing to do is to curl up with a book on a rainy afternoon in her room, where she feels safest in. Her favourite flower is a black rose, but on the contrary, she likes rainbows and hugs too. She is always torn between two. But she is determined when she sets her mind on something, so she wants the world to shut up and believe in her. Just watch.Tag
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Thursday, April 17, 2008, 1:44 AM
Times like this
Occasionally I would have times like these, past-midnights when the world is sleeping, and I stare straight into the computer without having any conversations on MSN, or when I'm completely logged off. I hadn't intended to, actually, it was just that I couldn't sign on today.With times like these, I would go with some really, really slow songs - The slowest ones you will ever hear. Right now it's a CD Ellen lent me to burn. The songs are simply amazing - I've never grew so emotionally attached to any other songs.
These songs don't speak. It's just this slow, endless yet beautiful drag, at times with angel voices "humming" along. Some of the songs here seem so strangely familiar, like I've heard them a long time ago. Oh yes, 3 years old certainly seems like a long, long time back, although technically it isn't.
Times like these, a childlike peace descends upon you. You're robbed off worries, anger, stress, the adolescence every teen has. You complete your assignments and homework at your own pace, even though you know you should be in bed.
Times like these, there are no parents nagging, neither conversations nor SMSes, and you feel as though you're completely detached from the realistic and ruthless world. It is scary, because the truth is that it does feel so unusually right.
Times like these, you get so moved by the music and you get so touched to tears, for no apparent reason. And yet you still feel so strong, and you don't feel scared at all. You're not scared - You're not scared of anything. Or perhaps, maybe it is that at times like these, you feel like one of them too.
Times like these, you finish your homework steadily. Then you start blogging and look deep down into your heart, searching for answers to questions you ask yourself - questions you never knew were so hard to answer. You go deep in thought, but you still don't know. Or maybe these questions can only be answered at the end of the road. For some, the road ends earlier than others, and that leads to another point.
Times like these, you look back and become stunned by how you came this far. You know there are definitely people who stayed by your side all these while - the people who cared most for you and will never betray you for their life. There are also people whom you entrust your deepest secrets to, people who understood you, and people you shared fun and laughter with.
Of course there are also people you had to put up a fake front in front of and do as they please. Ruthless people who deem themselves to be the 'standard'. But you silently thank all of them cause they all played a part in strengthening you mentally and emotionally.
Times like these, though just like any other night, you feel heaven.
Times like these, you won't want to go to sleep and wake up the next day with the same weariness, dread and pressure.
Unfortunately, times like these only last for awhile.