The Chase

Sitting in the car. My sister squashed next to me, sleeping. Dad's been driving for almost three hours now. I sigh. I look out the window and stare at the cars whizzing past us. I'm waiting for the trees and the cool air.

I sigh again and let my mind wander. Thought after thought flow past. Oh, if only I had a pen and paper. Here's an interesting idea for a story. I must remember that. Oh, that would make a lovely poem. I must remember that too. Look at that car. How fast does he need to go? Honestly, aren't people worried about their safety? Oh, go back to the idea for the story. 

Hmm... if I take this point and expand on the idea here. Yes, I see where I can play with it, spin it in different directions. Now, how about that poem? Oh, look, the trees are now in view. We're moving uphill now, towards the highlands. How lovely.

Soon, we can open the windows. Good thing too because it's so stuffy in here. Plus, my sister's head is now on my shoulder. Huh. 

Apparently, I dozed off. It's time to open the windows! Joy! The fresh air feels wonderful. The air smells so sweet, like flowers and strawberries. Yum. I'm really enjoying this. It's gorgeous. We reach the place. I jump out of the car. Feels good to be moving again after sitting for hours and hours. 

Fast forward to bedtime. I reach for my little notebook to jot down the idea for the story and poem. And... they're gone. I try and try and I just cannot remember them. I sigh.

Here I am again, trying to chase my thoughts before they vanish. And failing terribly.

The Love Of My Life That Was Never Meant To Be

This is the love of my life. It was love at first sight.

She is a beauty.

She is...

Esmeralda Night Sky

[by Melissa]

The Painting - Chapter Three

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I Want, I Need... Part. 1

When I was an art student [for about 6 months before my parents decided 'sitting around with a paintbrush' was not an 'acceptable' career], I spent many, many sleepless nights struggling to finish a sculpture or getting frustrated with sticking beads to a box. The worst part about those seemingly endless nights was the loneliness. When everyone else in the house was asleep, and you're trying not to cry from the exhaustion and stress, the feeling of acute loneliness was what really got to me.
I was single at the time and I just longed to have someone stay up with me and keep me company. Just to keep my spirits up. So, when the stress really got to me I would drift off and think about this man, my 'dream' man. I decided I wanted someone who was tall [to balance the fact that I'm super short], fair and neat, short hair. He wears glasses, because for some unknown reason, I think men with glasses are just so sexy. Since I was studying art and design at the time, I wanted a man who was also a designer, like a web designer.
I even gave him a name. At one point, I said his mobile number had to start with XXXXXX. He came from a similar background and liked almost the same things as me. He was also 4 years older than me, a fact I was insistent upon because I thought 4 years was the perfect age gap between a man and a woman.
Then I would go back to whatever it was I was working on.
Life goes on, as it does, and I quit art school and signed up for a different course. I was enjoying myself at the new college and forgot about my 'dream' man.
A few months later, it was my best friend's birthday and she insisted that I stay over at her house because she wanted me to go clubbing with her on that night. I was in her bedroom with a few other girls, trying to untangle the mess that is my hair when there was a knock on the door.
Since I was closest, I went over and opened it. And there he was - all 6'1, fair, with a neat, short haircut. I thought nothing of it at first. We went out to the club.
He tried to make conversation but it was just way too noisy. I did manage to get his name though. And it was 'that' name. After a few hours, we went back to my best friend's house and some of the others decided to take a dip in the pool. He sat by the pool with us and I talked a bit more with him.
He was a web designer, he said, and was 4 years older than me. I got up and went inside, and he came in and joined me. We just sat in the living room talking for hours [or, what seemed like]. He was telling me he was thinking of getting contacts and I told him not to, because guys with glasses are hot. We just went on chatting as the other girls flitted in and out of the house.
Until, finally, finally, we could barely keep our eyes open and decided to go to bed.
[No, I didn't go to bed with him...]
So, what happened with my 'dream' man? This man I so desperately wanted that I created every single detail of him in my overactive, sometimes overheated brain?
Read on...

The Painting - Chapter Two

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A Shopaholique's Guidelines

1. Never do to others what you never want others to do to you. [Don't be rude to salesgirls if they can't find what you want. How would you feel if your employer yells at you because you can't locate the file/document/article they want?]
   
2. A little courtesy goes a long, long, long way. [It's so annoying when people think they can cut in front of you in a queue at the cashier.]
   
3. Always, always make sure your mobile phone is switched off before you board that plane. [Being a fabulous shopaholique means you'll want to travel to check out all the malls in the world. It's incredibly annoying when people think they're above the law and insist on speaking on their mobiles when already on board the plane.]
   
4. Always, always make sure your mobile phone is switched off or on silent mode before the movie starts. [Shopaholiques need to find inspiration for more outfits, etc. from films. No, we do not think you're an incredibly important person who can't afford to miss a phone call. No, we're not impressed. We think you're a rude, dumb, inconsiderate twit.]
   
5. Nobody's perfect, everybody makes mistakes. Forgive and move on. [Even the most fabulous fashionista makes mistakes and wears the wrong thing. Get over it.]
   
6. Try to avoid paying retail for anything, except food. [If it's not 40% and above, it's not really 'on sale'.]
   
7. Never get pressured by your peers. Don't do it if you don't want to. [Just because it's the 'in' thing right now, does not mean you should get it if it suits you.]
   
8. Likewise, if you think it will be good for you, do it even if people tell you not to. [So what if it's 'last season'? If it looks fantastic on you, get it!]
   
9. Never go food shopping when you're hungry. [You'll end up buying way more than you planned.]
10. Never go food shopping when you're stressed. [You'll end up buying loads of biscuits and chocolates than you should. Then you'll beat yourself up about it after.]

The Painting - Chapter One

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My Life, One Chapter At A Time; Or, Dear Diary

Hi.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Lately, I seem to be making mistake after mistake. Like a snail, instead of leaving behind a trail of slime [gross], I'm leaving behind a trail of mistakes.

Today the family and I went out for dinner. The food was not exactly brilliant, but we had a nice time anyway. We went home after that, but before we left, I went to pay the parking ticket at the machine.

My mom came over to give me the money. One of the notes was rejected, so my mom was trying to put in another note. I was busy trying to dig out my car keys from my bag, whose contents would put Barney's magical bag to shame [if you watch Barney, you'll know what I mean - I've babysat the nieces and nephews plenty of times and Barney makes me want to shoot myself].

Anyway, we went back to the car. In the car, mom asked for the ticket. I'd assumed she'd taken it as I walked away before her. To sum it up, she thought I had it, I didn't, parents got pissed, brother went to look for it, it wasn't at the machine obviously, had to pay RM25 for a lost ticket. *sigh*

I couldn't even remember to take a parking ticket, which I'd already paid for, out of the machine. I don't know where my head is at these days. *sigh* Can you believe they let me help out a student with disabilities for a year?

The madness of it all.

Wilting Daisy

I don't want to be a wilting daisy anymore.

I don't want to just disappear.

I want to be a flourishing lily.

I want to bloom and grow.

I want to leave my mark on this earth.

I want to do what I was put here to do.

All Hail The Leaders

     All those mighty leaders of countries; the men people look up to. Successful, intelligent, talented men people trust to lead them forwards, to help make life better.

     All those mighty leaders that are taking us straight towards destruction. Selfish, up-their-a$$, greedy men people trust with their futures, to see it all spiraling downhill. 

     All hail the leaders. Thank you to the leaders for screwing up so many things - turning the people against you, destroying the economy... all because the leaders are so intelligent.