Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Colour Personality Test.

Your Existing Situation

"Works hard and is actively pursuing her goals; however, she feels unappreciated and doesn't see any reward for her efforts."

Your Stress Sources

Feeling empty and isolated from others and trying to bridge the gap between herself and others. Wants to live life to the fullest and experience as much as possible. she cannot stand any restrictions or obstacles put in her way and only longs to be free.

Your Restrained Characteristics

"Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult."

"Although she is able to find contentment through sexual activity physical activities, she feels hopeless to change her problems and difficulties and continues to make the best of what she has."

"Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult."

Your Desired Objective

Very active imagination and may be prone to fantasies and daydreaming. Always dreaming of interesting and exciting things to happen to her. Is a charmer and wants to be admired for that.

Your Actual Problem

"Feeling held back and restricted from moving forward, looking for a solution that will give her more freedom and less obstacles."

Your Actual Problem #2

"Fears she will be held back from achieving things she really wants, leading her to search endlessly for satisfaction and become involved in activities which are pointless."

Here's the website so you can get your own personalized colour test ;D


The link doesn't work, you'll have to type in colorquiz.com. A five minute personality test. Pretty darn spot on if you ask me.

Life's a rainbow of colours, but we're all stuck at the sunshine bit. -Dee

Anger issues.

Why do people tell others that they are not angry when they are in fact, very angry.

Aside from the fact that it's freakishly hilarious (being all huffed but shouting that you're OK, is not OK ), it's also super annoying and very I'm-not-past-my-teenage-angst period.

Not only do they do that, they then proceed to prattle (yes, prattle like an arthritic hag ) about how miserable they are to their friends because of this so and so friend who've pissed them off (unknowingly), and didn't apologize or make up for it, or did not bother to hear them out.

Sweetcakes, none of us are mind readers.

If you're hurting, just say it. Doesn't make you any less manlier, or whinier. or bitchier.

In fact, whining about not having the problem solved afterward is what makes you a whiny bitch.

But some of us just are made that way huh? ;)

Are you a whiny bitch?

Monday, June 28, 2010

For hecks.

Here's a little eye candy after all the misery talk. ;)

life's not so bad when you can draw some of your troubles away.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A massive mistake

Do i complain too much? Am i too picky, too critical, too judgemental?

Am i inconsiderate? too Sharp with words? too Blunt with Emotions?

Should i be more.... civil with my words? More careful? filter through everything thrice before spitting it onto others in an offhanded fashion?

Do i talk too much? listen too little?

I guess i am. that about sums up all that is me within these two weeks.
Because somebody seems to think so.

Not that that somebody ever bothers with my blog.

I'm mad at you.

Mostly i'm just mad at myself, and the world.

Just because i smile all the time, doesn't mean i feel the way i'm smiling.
I hate myself, for my superficial need of control over my emotions all the time.

I hate myself when i did lose control.

What's to like? Everything's awful.

I'm just a massive bag of mistakes. yessir.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Plain Jane.

this world is built to worship the beautiful
i wish i'm as pretty, as the people i see.
for when i look at the mirror, and i see me
that's plain jane me, just plain jane me.

I wish i am pretty, so strong and graceful
i wish i had elegance and my clothes were tasteful
but when i look at the mirror all i see
is plain jane me, oh plain jane me

I wish my skin were as fair as a petal
And my hair flows like the breezy wind.
And i had a a crown so full of glory
That bad hair day don't happen on me.

But i'm just a person with ordinary days
I'm exceptionally plain in extraordinary ways.
My bad hair days outnumbered my good
And my face always looking like it took the boot.

People tell me i'm pretty, i tell them i'm not
Because they so often forgot,
they too feel ugly as often as i
And that feeling grew as time passed by.

We all have that spawn we try to hide
A demonic concerto we try and fight
But in honesty, pretty is hard to be
So I'm perfectly please, to be plain jane me.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Facade of friends.

Sometimes, what you built up over years can lead to an ultimate fall.
Sometimes, falling makes you get back up. Determine to try again.
But what happens when your knees fail you?
Because other times you just crash and burn...

Maybe it's true that You grew up, and I remain the same.
And that's the sad part of change.
I wish you well in all you do.
But don't come back for me, when you need me.
Because cracks grew bigger over time
And this time, it may be too wide to mend.

It's never too late, but i wish you came sooner.
When we were friends, instead of familiar strangers...

Because you don't care about a stranger, no matter how familiar they are.
You just won't give a shit.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

King of Anything.

Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by

You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died, and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


It's so bad, it makes clowns cry.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


You could tell a billion white lies to others and make them like you. You could butter em up and down like a nice freshly baked scone.

But what you turn out to be, is molded by what they want you to be.

Are you willing to lose your identity, to doormat glossy shoes and crisp expensive coats?
Or do you wanna gain rapport and respect in the good ol fashion way of being you?

Do you really just want to be another puppy-eye adoring slick kid? Or the one that holds the leash of power?

Don't conform. Retaliate.

Mirror mirror.

“Mirror, Mirror, heart of black, Can you see the things I lack?”
“I suffer silent, still and cold; Thinking of things of old.”
“Blood runs deep and I must confess, Only then can I find a semblance of happiness,”
“Blood soaked hands I must hide, With the monster I keep inside,”
“Mirror, Mirror, Can’t you see? What this reflection does to me?”
“Fire burn and ashes pile, How did I become so Vile?”
“For now I know a truth so rough, This will never be enough,”
“Blood flowed deep and ashes fly high, I will never reach the sky…”
"Heavens gates wont open for me,”
“Oh, Mirror, Mirror can’t you see; What this reflection does to me?”

-Something i found on Ann's blog-


Four Seasons.

Don't know why and when i wrote this, but it was in high school quite awhile back. Posted in on Friendster, and re-posting it here.
Enjoy! =)

Four Seasons

Spring comes into view

So pretty, fresh and clean

From dripping dews of early dawn

To birds singing gaily

As animal woke up one by one

To greet the dearly missed great sun

Its spring time again;

But let’s not forget summer please

After spring passed in a breeze

Before the autumn had begun

The summer shines beneath the sun

The beaches open day to night

Indeed a very pretty sight

As children play Indians all day

In the middle of hot, cheery May

As days of spring began to flew

And autumn came into the view

The pretty little trees

All dressed in their colored leaves

A striking yellow, brown and red,

That Mother Nature had create

Her dainty fingers work them down

As they fall on to the ground

And crackle as people walk upon

The path that had been adorn

By the falling leaves of autumn trees

White covered the pretty trees

And turn them bare

As little flakes float down with ease

And settle on the doorstep

A unique pattern in each snowflake

That is of course if you take

The time to observe

The peaceful scenery of silent winter

And the purring of the heater

Toads under stones

A resting

Till spring arise again.