Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.
AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.
And nope, im not delusional. not yet
screams
Monday, July 14, 2008
After a breakup, everything in your sight is dreadful. everything reminds you of that person.
every morning you wake,you get reminded. the bed, the room , the brushes. you get ready for school,you get reminded. the tweezers, the clothes, the mirror you step out of your house..it hits. the lift, the walk, the bus stop. you get it when you take the train, you get it when you take a stroll. you get it when you go to school. you get it with whatever you do.
its just like the world is a battlefield.and you are fighting it. everyday.you need to fight away the feelings. you step out of sleep and there you get it, the start of another battle with the happenings around you.
this is a battle that you are on your own. your friends can be there, but they wont exactly know what you are fighting. because its the memories you are fighting. memories that are private. that your friends might not understand. and once you throw in the towel, you collaspe. you'll crumble, you'll die. and it'll soon get to you that you are on your own. no one is really there. no one. the only person that can relate to the memories is no longer there to pull you out of it. nope.no longer.
do i wait and starve? or do i fight on? i dont know..
She's that girl
The name 'Brenda' stands for 'sword', which I perceive as being linked to violence. But no, I don't see myself as a violent person. The most I do is curse and swear like a sailor, and perhaps punch a few pillows and kick a few walls. But I'd never lay a finger on people(or so i claim).
And also. according to bestf, i'll combust without guys.
To top that up, you will have not problem trying to spot me along the streets.With my not-exactly-very-toned-down hair, and my shorts,yes, Singapore's way to hot to be in jeans.
Personality wise, I'm close to being crazy. I drive people nuts when the inner bitch release.So in short,you can either say that I brighten up your life, or that I drive you up the wall. It can only be one way or the other. No in-betweens.
Basically, I have a problem with authority.I never liked being told what to do and when told not to do something, all the more i'd do it-just to annoy the person (like,duh.)
Yours truly,do not believe in rules-strapped life, strongly thinks that life should be lived the way you want to and no compromises made.Of course minus the reality chunk.Partying is like a hobbie to me, just like how stamp collecting is to other, but partying is much more fun!
Not only does it allows me to meet interesting personas of all kind and yes, grooving to the music is a great workout- keeps me very much in shape.My girls are the bestest people to club with,ever
In case you failed to figure, my girls are one of the greatest thing that happened to me in life.Friends are a whole big deal in my life, plays a huge part in major break-ups and events.By and by, i love them to bits and they know it.
I have the tendancy to forget what i want to say mid-sentence,so just let me finish.I'm not as dramatic as so many friends claimed.I hate crossing the roads, proudly proclaimed my love for whipcreme,icecreams and cakes. I can be completely bought over by sweet treats, Starbucks and surprises.Small details matters alot to me, a little gesture, a smile, and kids warms my heart.I love that warm fuzzy feeling i get when watch kids play.
I'm not exactly the most random person you will find around and am totally,erm, not a bimbo.
Meanwhile, please make do with the photos untill i get better ones.
After a breakup, everything in your sight is dreadful. everything reminds you of that person.
every morning you wake,you get reminded. the bed, the room , the brushes. you get ready for school,you get reminded. the tweezers, the clothes, the mirror you step out of your house..it hits. the lift, the walk, the bus stop. you get it when you take the train, you get it when you take a stroll. you get it when you go to school. you get it with whatever you do.
its just like the world is a battlefield.and you are fighting it. everyday.you need to fight away the feelings. you step out of sleep and there you get it, the start of another battle with the happenings around you.
this is a battle that you are on your own. your friends can be there, but they wont exactly know what you are fighting. because its the memories you are fighting. memories that are private. that your friends might not understand. and once you throw in the towel, you collaspe. you'll crumble, you'll die. and it'll soon get to you that you are on your own. no one is really there. no one. the only person that can relate to the memories is no longer there to pull you out of it. nope.no longer.
do i wait and starve? or do i fight on? i dont know..
