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Name: Gemaine
Country: Malaysia
Birthday: 8/4/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Pink, purple & blue. Spicy food. Cute dresses. Seafood. Singing. White chocolate. Dancing. Monkeys. Magazines. Shopping. R&B. Sleeping. Cute pumps. Barbecued marshmallows. Long bathes. Daydreaming. Math. Dan Brown. Laughing. Horror movies. Japanese food. Cheesy pop music. Gossips. Strappy sandals. Lame jokes. Boys. Disturbing people. Blogging. Short skirts. Couch potato-ing. Shopaholic Series. Cocktails. Singing in the shower. Cam whoring. Boardgames. Reading. Procrastinating. Self pampering. Ice cream. Chick flicks. Getting tipsy. Stuffed toys. Dramas. Ham sandwiches. Killer heels. Stars. Beach.
Expertise: Procrastinating
Occupation: Auditor
Industry: Accounting, Banking & Finance
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
MSN: gemaine.lean@hotmail.com
ICQ:  45900195
Member Since:
4/15/2004
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| * My Girls *I admit.
I am emo.
Then, I came across this lovely picture of 100% (as shown below) and I realised I need my dosage of lameness from the remaining 75%.
I know they will be my buddies for life because no matter what nonsense, all the shit and PMS I give them, they still love me for who I am.
I can be as retarded as I wish. I can bitch, whine and moan all I want. All of that and they will not judge me. In fact, they'll join in.
I can shop with them and we will poke fun at each other when we overdid the shopping. I can even go grocery shopping with them and we will find the most amusing things in the supermarket together.
Laughing is never a problem. Singing is optional (Ahem! Especially she-who-shall-not-be-named *Hint G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S*). Crying is done rarely but it can be arranged. Pretending is never a need.
With them, I'm just me.
And that's exactly the way it should be.
=)
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| * Another Random-Emo Entry *Ok, I just typed an entire super emo entry.
As I was about to click 'save changes/publish', I stopped and deleted everything.
Sometimes it's hard to say what you want to say when you know the world is watching you.
I'm the sort that cares what people think or say about me.
I try not to because some people just have no life and try to cook up stuff about others to make their lives more entertaining by ruining other people's life but despite trying so hard, I still do care what other people think.
Wow, did that even make sense?
So yes, I tend to remember every comment people say about me. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Seriously, I do.
As bad as my memory is, as you all would probably know by now, I can remember the most random things ever.
Yes, I am weird in that sense.
Come to think about it, maybe my memory isn't all that bad. Just so happen, my mind seems to filter out things that I deem unimportant and chooses to dispose it or so I think. That's probably another on of my lame theories.
So I was just thinking how certain people have the power to influence or affect us so much. It doesn't have to be years, it could be months, weeks, days, heck it could be only 5 minutes.
Ok, super random thoughts.
I think I need sleep.
Until my next emotional outburst... which I predict would be soon...
Very soon.
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| * The Kite Theory *I was driving around a couple of days ago and suddenly I thought of kites.
Yes, I am pretty random as many would know.
I can come out with the weirdest questions or findings ever.
So yes, back to kites.
I'm no professional when it comes to kites but I do know there is a technique to it.
We have to tug on the string gently and let go to make it fly higher.
Same goes to many aspects in our daily lives.
We need to be firm but sometimes we have to let loose a little.
The kite might be flying further from us but we know at the end of the day, the kite will be going home with us.
However, if we're too aggressive and tug it too hard, the string will break and the kite will be gone forever.
There is a limit to everything. Learn how to tug and let go a little.
Everyday there is a little kite-flying happening in our lives.
Think about it.
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| * The Girl I Once Knew *I called out to her. A familiar face.
She looked very much the same yet so different at the same time.
She smiled but somehow her eyes weren't smiling like before. The sparkle was gone.
She was so close to me physically yet something about her seemed so distant.
I tried to reach out to her but I just couldn't.
It was as though her mind was far away. Lost in deep thoughts. In a world of her own.
The girl I once knew. The one who was so full of energy. The one who could laugh non-stop for days.
Now, she just looks tired. Maybe she is.
But nobody knows about her sleepless nights.
Nobody knows how hard it is for her.
Nobody knows what it feels like to be her.
All everyone could see was a smile plastered upon her face.
A smile that she's forced to put on.
A facade. To conceal just how tired she has become.
But nobody knows.
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| * Expect No More *The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
No expectations at all.
Yet, disappointment prevails.
Why?
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