The Toy Maker

Hope everything goes well.
Must remember my lines and accent!

Geesh!

Hey there!

Initially the idea was to plan a huge ass retort to a certain “little” minion. Afterall, the minion did hurl prepostrous allegations in unimpressive language- at our faces. But well, what the heck, the devil’s minions are never worth my time and effort.

That said, I wish you and you the best of luck. I hope no hearts get broken. Accidents do happen when some are concerned.

What a crucial period of time to have so many commitments. This is not good. Its really super hard to be juggling everything. Then again, there are people far worse off than me out there. So who am I to be whining much eh?

Really super tired now. Should get some slp.

Lucky I’m in love with my bestfriend…..

Just because you’re in love, doesn’t mean that you have to be oblivious to the law of reason and the logic of justice and fairness.

Quote me as you wish. Misinterpret me as you wish.
Should you have the audacity to present yourself in a mindless and threatening way, then really, dont expect anyone to back down.
It aint gonna happen douche.

Post No. 537

As if the workload wasnt stressful enough, a certain harlot decided to come make things even more stressful. Getting some boy to stick up for you is unimpressive and weak. All it shows me is that your act as a seductress is worthy of an Oscar. Do not expect me to extend kindess. You decided to take things so far, now deal with it. You deserve far more than you were given. This time, you were lucky. Maybe next time, with some other unsuspecting group of people, they might just kill you once they see you for who you really are.

I hope you and your scandalous low-life, leaves me alone. Period.

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I wish I can say that I’ve done my part and been truly stellar. But truth is, I have been half-hearted and well, simply unimpressive. Energy levels drained by each rehearsal. I was right to have declined at first. Too late for regrets now, I suppose. Just gotta suck it up and do it.

Really exhausting. Perhaps I should have to stuck to my original decision.

This is getting too much.

May your soul find peace.

The whole week was particularly draining. Guess I’d better pen down my thoughts before the memories start to fade. The past 7 days can be described as a boiling witches’ cauldron. A cauldron that was ready to explode should the simmering fire get too strong for its own good.

Day 7- “D-Day”. All the anger, hurt, betrayal- ingredients for the massive boiling pot exploded. All the hurt and pain that was so deeply rooted within their hearts… The flood gates flung wide open. The waters so heavily suppressed, came gushing out. Like blood in an open wound.

Chinese custom has it such that the living would call the name of the dead. A custom that I do not understand. Calling your dead whoever just makes the pain even more evident, doesnt it? Stupid. You kneel, you bow, you do whatever. And for what? Its not like whatever you do, can perform a resurrection miracle. No amount of chanting or sacrifices will change anything. Dont you all get that? 
Apparently not.

Its funny how people come together and get to know each other better through such events. We grew closer to some of our relatives and enjoyed having them around. We played card games and mahjong and talked about random stuff. All this only happened now, despite knowing each other since years before. Some events bring “supporting actors” closer together, “main cast” further apart and for the ”technical crew”, nothing changes- life goes on.

To our new found friends/family, may God guide your paths.
To our Main Cast, may you all find forgiveness within your hearts and live out the remaining years of your lives in peace and with love.

To the one who came and stood with us, thank you for loving us like you do. We love you just as much.

Final curtain-call. (Everyone Bows. Audience Claps)
No autograph signing.

The End

La la la…

I tend to get too emotionally attached to things.
This just so happens to be one of thos times.
After today, it’ll be all over.
Eesh, just click the button already!

In class today

Being at the wake the past couple days really is helping me put things in perspective.
What is gold to the dead?
What is weath to the dead?
Really is sad when the familiar soap drama takes the stage at the local “production” house.
Am thankful for nice people.

In your youth, do not be ignorant.
In your old age, neither lament nor resent.
Instead, give glory to God.
For each breath taken is on borrowed time.

A/N

Upset and seriously pissed. There are many things that I dont understand. And this just so happens to be one of it.
Whatever happened to harmony and peace? Why is there that unintentional willingness to break the sanctity of it all? I dont comprehend. What did I miss? How easy is it, to take offense. Trivial matters blown into epic proportions. How disgustingly juvenile. Did mummy never taught you no manners? Blah!

Frustrated and exasperated. Is there nothing that will mend this crack?
A resounding clap cannot possibly be made with a single palm. Besides, should it not be a united effort? Perhaps if there is that reluctance and refusal to even try with one party then pray do tell, why should the other party first extend the olive branch.

Baby, its either all or nothing.

To my dad:

“Great is the measure of our Father’s love”

To my earthly Daddy,

What can I say?
For being my only other constant,
Thank you.
For being so unconditional,
Thank you.
For being almost nearly perfect,
Thank God!
For never backing down even when it got tough,
Thank you.
Through and through, not once have you failed to be there for me.
I can only pray I can be the same for you as were for me. My heart will forever sing of your love for me.

Love ya Daddy!