.The Reverse

Start : 29 APR 2010-12 End : 17 DEC 2010. 11:45 pm. THE END. " You were my PRINCE … not once…but twice… But no matter how many times you were mine, i will never be your Princess…. Thanks for your memory and your permission for me to have your key to your heart before this tale ends… " "You know I will never stop you when you ask…and I never did…right?"

Having typing the post about Emma before this, I am still keen to talk about it. I am aware that not many people will understand what's the main message, you might try googling it, wikipedia, but I can assure you that only by reading the whole book, will you then be able to truly and perfectly understand about Emma. Summary Although convinced that she herself will never marry, Emma Woodhouse, a precocious twenty-year-old resident of the village of Highbury, imagines herself to be naturally gifted in conjuring love matches. After self-declared success at matchmaking between her governess and Mr. Weston, a village widower, Emma takes it upon herself to find an eligible match for her new friend, Harriet Smith. Though Harriet's parentage is unknown, Emma is convinced that Harriet deserves to be a gentleman's wife and sets her friend's sights on Mr. Elton, the village vicar. Meanwhile, Emma persuades Harriet to reject the proposal of Robert Martin, a well-to-do farmer

Emma continued to entertain no doubt of her being in love. Her ideas only varied as to the how much. At first she thought it was a good deal; and afterwards but little. She had great pleasure in hearing Frank Churchill talked of; and for his sake, greater pleasure than ever in seeing Mr and Mrs Weston; she was very often thinking of him, quite impatient for a letter, that she might know how he was, how were his spirits, how was his aunt, and what was the chance of his coming to Randalls again this spring. But, on the other hand, she could not admit herself to be unhappy, nor, after the first morning, to be less disposed for employment than usual; she was still busy and cheerful ; and, pleasing as he was, she could yet imagine him to have faults; and further, though thinking of him so much, and, as she sat drawing or working, forming a thousand amusing schemes for the progress and close of their attachment, fancying interesting dialogues, and inventing dialogues, and inventing elegan

HE will be gone by 28 th . HE made a mistake with the date on the air tickets. That's one day less...and today evening, he will be attending a camp. It's until 26 th . 5 precious days gone...puff...and nothing. I can't bear that. I tried my best to hide my sadness. When he texted me just now, i kept inserting the " haha " into my text. HE said he missed me. I missed him too. I miss him to the core of my heart... "When you leave, you are free to choose your own path...don't force yourself because of me..." "Yes, but for now, i am clearly aware of my choice..." "Did you like anybody before?" "Yes..." "Yeah, I know...her first, then her..." "Who's the first?" "xxx" "No...not her...but the second..." "Yeah, i Know..." "I never like her...she just sort of gave me a favourable impression" " Owh ..." "I don't really know the difference between a

13 DEC 2010 It was just another day, another phonecall from him, another 30 minutes talk, but this time it's him who wanted to call , on his own account… .•°*"˜˜"*°•. ♥ ღ Ϡ₡ ღღ Ϡ₡ ღ ♥ .•°*"˜˜"*°•. "Hello" " What's Up?" " Nothing." "So?" "Just wanted to hear your voice." I didn't know he would want to…it used to be only me… .•°*"˜˜"*°•. ♥ ღ Ϡ₡ ღღ Ϡ₡ ღ ♥ .•°*"˜˜"*°•. "Say those 3 words…please…" "No…" "Please… "No…" "Fine…" I don't believe it…I just asked him… .•°*"˜˜"*°•. ♥ ღ Ϡ₡ ღღ Ϡ₡ ღ ♥ .•°*"˜˜"*°•. "I should have quit Kawad…" "Why?" "I am the only chinese willing to stay…" "Yeah, quite dumb." " Yeah, I shouldn't have enter…" " and I shouldn't have enroled in this school…" "… … " I admit I don't really like the sound of that… .•°*"

11 DEC 2010 " Ra-Pun-Zel!!!!" I woke with a start, with my heart rate rising, when I heard my dad calling me to wake up. I was aware that this was the second alarm I had received, my mum had knocked furiously on my door. I was still thick with sleep, but the dream kept replaying in my mind. Gosh, it's weird. The dream was not the so called" nightmare", yet, it still has it's tension concealed in my character. There were 2 parts in the dream, 2 episodes I think. Grandma was in it, but her role was not really important, she just sat there day-dreaming. I doubt she could hear all the happenings in the house, and my schoolmate, Ping-Ping. It wasn't logical, but I cannot denied that she was in it. It was noon, and I was studying in the living room. Grandma, day-dreaming, and Foo on he other hand, in the kitchen. Cooking I supposed. I wasn't aware of anything until the sound of the gates aroused me. Somebody was opening the gate. And in came him. It

NORMALLY, I would have cringed away from any secrets that found their way to me. Secrets do scatter, I never doubted that fact, and that's why I put that as my Blog's title. Secrets can be nice to listen to, despite the fact that you might be given the title "eavesdropper", I wouldn't mind abit of surprises sometimes. These surprises seem shocking sometimes, you might gained something from it for a better preparation of defending anything unexpected, and sometimes non-other than entertainment. Secrets are feared to be reveal, seems like I have one myself too. But of course, that secret is no longer only mine, and…I am not the only one who has almost the same secret like mine. =) This is my cousin. KT. He seems too young to look at, but his actually a year older than me. I can't find a thing that is interesting in him, or on him, even though he looks sort of handsome, his face held no interests for me to continue describing it. The only thing I know was HE LOV

4 DEC 2010. It wasn't the right mood at all. The stupor stayed with me all day even though I gained a victory. This victory had meant two things to me. First, I managed to get the first place by winning thrice in a row… Second, It means I have to end the "texting carrier" since I started it in mid-Nov. It was 9 in the morning, I felt gloomy although the sun was smilling to me. I have no attempt to smile, instead, I sighed and moaned. My stupor grew wilder when an unexpected phonecall came. "xxx cannot attend the competition." I was like…."WHAT??!!!" One of my junior's sister had phoned me to inform about this, and so I have another reason for feeling down and worst than before. Once reaching the venue, I grabed my phone and started texting him. I told him that today will be the last day where I can still text him freely without the risk of getting grounded by my parents. I tried to tell him that he can message me everday if he wants to or, I wont

I was pratically insane i guessed. I googled my name and stumbled across this :)

Life was beginning to grow bored when little specks of colour had began to fade of from my life. I had tried my very best to prevent the biggest speck of amomg all of them from turning a total white. I had thought about it and I still think the colour for you is blue. Blue reminds me of your quote, the blue sea. Blue reminds me of comparing you with water, u are strong and yet, soft. Now, enough with colours. I cannot convince myself that although you are near to me and yet still too far for me to reach, I could not find any relevant reason for my choice for choosing you until this moment.. Yesterday was 30 th of NOV 2010. You had manage to breeze through Moral and had just enough time for me to bait your answer. I was given the authority to start a new topic for a chat. And so I made up my mind it is time for me to fish out our answer personally. "Why am I your chosen one?" As always, I would ask him any question in a staright forward manner. I hate suspense and I do not li

Well, i didn't think that i would feel that way when i read about "IT". I don't really know what happened. I mean i needed someone that moment to fret about, shake of the stupid mood . Even if i know it's too insane for me, i know i had to. That was something, you. I wasn't trying to make you feel kind off pissed of when i said and chatted to you about that. It isn't the same when we talked about it live. I understand how you feel and all, i don't mean to barge in, but there was something that held my instinct. I need that instinct badly, i needed to talk to you about it even though i know it will sound boring. Maybe it wasn't your fault, maybe it was because i was over sensitive, thinking about what my fault is. I couldn't help feeling that, suddenly a gap had appeared between us, a small gap, yet small enough to grow bigger in a short time if this matter isn't solve. I know I must have been bothering you alot. I am sorry and i just hope