At

At

times like this is when I think the most and I maximise my brain capacity.

But,it is only filled with an item.

Does that still count as maximising one's brain capacity?

I am looking ALL over for ..

AIYOHHH ...

AIYOHHH ...

My God lor.

Today is like the sien-nest + boring-est day lor.

Haih.

Take care lor.

Dear God,please...

Dear God,

Please would you answer this prayer of mine?

I want it very badly indeed.

I hope you hear me.

I have been waiting for a long time and finally...

finally the golden chance surfaced.

PICKTURESS

OMGWTFBBQZ~

My pics in Japan :D

Poop Pooh & Friends!

Where?

Had many things playing inside that head of mine today.

Some of which are important,some of which that are totally not important at all and then of course,some of which should not even be present in the very first place.

Hmm...I,erh,don't really know how to solve quite a number of problems in my mind right now.

It keeps popping up at the back of my mind.

Sometimes,I get really mad at myself because it disturbs me rather,very much.

Then again,it is my fault as I have failed to solve my own problems.

These are mine,but,their not yours they are mine to hold.

Time.

Post eh?

Lol, Buddy. You found a way to customize the background already
HAHAH USE THIS !~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zomg's IT's PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~ =D

Lol, hmmm.
Let's see what I have overall.........

Oh, and these TOA pictures are for Fong Zheng :) I left the anime-world for the past couple of years though I still have a collection of nice pictures (they're pretty old but still I don think you have seen them)








Now drool all you want PEDO APPRENTICE AKA STUPID COW =P~~~~~~~~~~

Picture hunt on da move

-Shaunz :)

Something that I stumbled upon~

Hey hey,

Here are some images that I think are nice. xD

Post some pictures up too, so we can decide what to put as background!

I think you guys need to re-vote again. lol xD

Click on the images to get the full size of it~

Xeras.

Background pictures~

Hey hey,

Got some info on how to change background images.
Any suggestions? Post it up here.
XD

Xeras.

I

I have nothing to say today.

I don't know why lor.

Take care!

"Some wrong impressions going on down there"

And,

please tell me as to why I have to go so far over some of my acquaintances with people that I do come across in my lifespan,and of why should I at all care of what one has in mind and does not?

It is most definitely the right time to stop caring about one's life,facial expressions,actions and words towards me or whoever for that matter.

It is about time I care less and just ran along with my owns'.

I've always wanted to...

I know somewhere in me I want it done very badly.

But...

It is always easier said than done and I know it better than whosoever does.

Those words and actions I had better forget;or it shall cost me plentiful of miseries.

I am sad by the expressions plastered across yours' and words that are just so ...

hurtful to me.

Today

Today ...

I saw something that I would wanna remember forever as far as my memory does not fail me.

You ever felt that way before?

Time Out

Ever felt like you needed a time out?

Well,i feel like i need one right this very minute.

Have fun next week everyone.

Shadows

Have you a shadow?

Do what that interests you and that beating heart of yours today.

Goodnight.

FATHER FORGETS

by W.Livingston Larned

Listen, son: I am saying this to you as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for a train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive—and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering down the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding—this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy—a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

When I read this, I thought of Ashton and Gary. o.O I don't know why. I wonder.. It would be so good if every parent knew this story...