White Horse
Taylor Swift
Say you're sorry
That face of an angel comes out
Just when you need it to
As I pace back and forth all this time
'CauseI honestly believed in you
Holding on, the days drag on
Stupid girl I should have known
I should have known
That I'm not a princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood
This is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your White Horse
To come around
Baby I was naïve, got lost in your eyes
I never really had a chance
My mistake I didn't know to be in love
you had to fight to have the upper hand.
I had so many dreams about you and me
Happy endings..
Now I knowI'm not a princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood
This is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your White Horse
To come around
And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness,
Begging for me
Just like I always wanted
But I'm so sorry
Cause Im not your princess
This aint a fairytale
Im gonna find someone, some day
Who might actually treat me well
This is a big world
That was a small town
There in my rearview mirror
Disappearing now
And it's too late for you and your White Horse
Now its too late for you and your White Horse
To catch me now
Oh whoa whoa whoa-oh
Try and catch me now
Whoa-Oh
It's too late
To catch me now
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Post #31455
Yeah right...
As if I had blogged that many times... *sigh*
Ohhhh Merry Christmas!!!
It's the 4th day after Christmas so that leaves us another 8 more days to be jolly, holly and merry! (that's corny)
Wonder what you guys had gotten for Xmas?
I didn't receive many presents this year, I believe Father Santa is cutting cost.. *humph*
So instead of what I had fervently wished for (which is way beyond mine or anyone's ,I know), I had gotten something sweet and sincere from my baby. *smugz*
He gave me a cross pendant with a chain to go along!
It came in a sweet baby blue box with a red silk ribbon. Normally it comes with a white ribbon but I guess red is used for the festive season and yes it's from Tiffany!
My baby had gotten me the Picasso Tenderness Cross!
Oooh.. juz that sight of that makes me esctastic! *blush*
I had been aiming for that necklace since last year but has never got down to getting it.
Like I had said before, it is merely a "want", not a "need" thus I couldn't bear with my money for something so frivolous...
And now I got it! Hehehe...
Had not really wore it except on Christmas Eve when I attended Midnight Mass with my baby.
My very first time attending Midnight Mass too... To tell you the truth, I was really tired for I ain't those night owls. I really gotten to have 8 hours sleep per day.
I was really struggling to stay awake, and luckily my baby was around to make sure I had a good time. Am really looking forward to many more in the future...
2009 is coming in a couple of days' time.
Ermmm I had not make any resolutions yet. Brain dead again..
Will think about it tomorrow or on the 31 since I will get half day off from work (or so I heard!)
Or, I believe there is still enuff time to think about my resolutions on 31 evening. Hohoho....
Now back to more doses of beauty sleep!
Tattas... (*_*)
As if I had blogged that many times... *sigh*
Ohhhh Merry Christmas!!!
It's the 4th day after Christmas so that leaves us another 8 more days to be jolly, holly and merry! (that's corny)
Wonder what you guys had gotten for Xmas?
I didn't receive many presents this year, I believe Father Santa is cutting cost.. *humph*
So instead of what I had fervently wished for (which is way beyond mine or anyone's ,I know), I had gotten something sweet and sincere from my baby. *smugz*
He gave me a cross pendant with a chain to go along!
It came in a sweet baby blue box with a red silk ribbon. Normally it comes with a white ribbon but I guess red is used for the festive season and yes it's from Tiffany!
My baby had gotten me the Picasso Tenderness Cross!
Oooh.. juz that sight of that makes me esctastic! *blush*
I had been aiming for that necklace since last year but has never got down to getting it.
Like I had said before, it is merely a "want", not a "need" thus I couldn't bear with my money for something so frivolous...
And now I got it! Hehehe...
Had not really wore it except on Christmas Eve when I attended Midnight Mass with my baby.
My very first time attending Midnight Mass too... To tell you the truth, I was really tired for I ain't those night owls. I really gotten to have 8 hours sleep per day.
I was really struggling to stay awake, and luckily my baby was around to make sure I had a good time. Am really looking forward to many more in the future...
2009 is coming in a couple of days' time.
Ermmm I had not make any resolutions yet. Brain dead again..
Will think about it tomorrow or on the 31 since I will get half day off from work (or so I heard!)
Or, I believe there is still enuff time to think about my resolutions on 31 evening. Hohoho....
Now back to more doses of beauty sleep!
Tattas... (*_*)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Dear Mr. Santa
Dear Mr. Santa,
how have you been? I have been missing you! The last time you came by was around 365 days ago and things had changed.
In case you come in the middle of the night, do not be startled by the mass construction that is going around my estate. Yesss, very soon we are getting our very own lift that stops right at my doorstep! This is known as upgrading, in case you don't know that, Mr. Santa but then again I believe you already knew. Nobody and nothing can escapes your watchful eyes. *sigh*
I believe I had been good. *crosses my fingers in a desperate bid*
Not really that good but somewhat there.. The average good, you know....
I'm somewhat good coz I still managed to resist the urge to spurge my money on nonsensical stuff. Instead I had been diligently paying off my study loans. I only shop during sales and I wouldn't buy anything more than fifty bucks. *it's tough but I survived..*
I have cut down my party nights, my intake of alcohol and nicotine, instead I have been spending more quality time with my loved ones.
I have finally learned to cook a bit there and there.. *my poached chicken fillets were that good okies* and help to do my share of housework...
And I'm greener! I bring my own shopping bag most of the time I need to shop for groceries; my family cut down on air-con at nights (that helped save on the electric bills)and we recycled most papers and plastic containers.. Hohohoho..
I hold my tongue and cut down on my razor sharp comments coz I'm taught that it's superficial to get upset over things or people that do not matter to me. I do not roll my eyes or make tsk sounds whenever a spoilt brat displays his/her audacity in public. I do not curse the parents of those spoilt brats under my breath anymore, instead I give them a pitying look as if to say, "a pet would be more fitting for you."
I had been good coz I had learned to differentiate between good and not-so-good-for-me buddies. I had distanced myself form those energy-sapping people or those who simply treat me as their ticket to free meals..
I'm good coz I had finally found a person who could tolerate my princessy attitude yet still love me willingly. *wide grin* Yeah I'm good..
Mr. Santa, do you think I gonna deserve a present this year?
Can I ask what could it be? Does it come in a black box with white ribbon and letterings or a blue box with blue ribbon? Hehehe...
Oh Mr. Santa, just to let you know when you come by on the 24, I decided to put out two slices of plain white bread instead of cookies for you. I can never be assured of the ingredients that goes into making cookies nowadays.. Dun wish that you would fall sick after eating cookies..
Tatas...
how have you been? I have been missing you! The last time you came by was around 365 days ago and things had changed.
In case you come in the middle of the night, do not be startled by the mass construction that is going around my estate. Yesss, very soon we are getting our very own lift that stops right at my doorstep! This is known as upgrading, in case you don't know that, Mr. Santa but then again I believe you already knew. Nobody and nothing can escapes your watchful eyes. *sigh*
I believe I had been good. *crosses my fingers in a desperate bid*
Not really that good but somewhat there.. The average good, you know....
I'm somewhat good coz I still managed to resist the urge to spurge my money on nonsensical stuff. Instead I had been diligently paying off my study loans. I only shop during sales and I wouldn't buy anything more than fifty bucks. *it's tough but I survived..*
I have cut down my party nights, my intake of alcohol and nicotine, instead I have been spending more quality time with my loved ones.
I have finally learned to cook a bit there and there.. *my poached chicken fillets were that good okies* and help to do my share of housework...
And I'm greener! I bring my own shopping bag most of the time I need to shop for groceries; my family cut down on air-con at nights (that helped save on the electric bills)and we recycled most papers and plastic containers.. Hohohoho..
I hold my tongue and cut down on my razor sharp comments coz I'm taught that it's superficial to get upset over things or people that do not matter to me. I do not roll my eyes or make tsk sounds whenever a spoilt brat displays his/her audacity in public. I do not curse the parents of those spoilt brats under my breath anymore, instead I give them a pitying look as if to say, "a pet would be more fitting for you."
I had been good coz I had learned to differentiate between good and not-so-good-for-me buddies. I had distanced myself form those energy-sapping people or those who simply treat me as their ticket to free meals..
I'm good coz I had finally found a person who could tolerate my princessy attitude yet still love me willingly. *wide grin* Yeah I'm good..
Mr. Santa, do you think I gonna deserve a present this year?
Can I ask what could it be? Does it come in a black box with white ribbon and letterings or a blue box with blue ribbon? Hehehe...
Oh Mr. Santa, just to let you know when you come by on the 24, I decided to put out two slices of plain white bread instead of cookies for you. I can never be assured of the ingredients that goes into making cookies nowadays.. Dun wish that you would fall sick after eating cookies..
Tatas...
Monday, December 01, 2008
Wanting all but needing none...
I feel so ashamed that I cried...
Was surfing the net ever since I came back from work..
Skipped dinner juz coz mummy dearest did not cook my share of the rice and too lazy to buy for one self from the market downstairs
Apparently MacDelivery does not exist in my dictionary (it's frigging ex! I'm too damned cheapo to pay that extra top up coz I merely want a Machicken *bleah*)
Drooling over Chanel bags in a particular blog, I resisted the urge to immediately call my baby and *bambi eyes* and *tear like a damsel in distress* and *whimper* in my softest, most gentle tones that I do want a Chanel 2.55 classic medium with silver hardware in white caviar leather(see how precisely I am..) for X'mas. Or how about a limited edition cabas tote in brown leather? *loud sigh* But I did not. I know he is busy at work, settling some stuff before he fly off to China for more stuff. I could not just bring upon him more shit. My poor baby had not even eaten (wait a minute, neither did I! blah!)
My parents were in the living room watching TV and at times, I was attracted by the sounds outside. I stood in the small non-existent hallway and watched along with them. There was this show, Life Transformer, hosted by Quan Yifeng and Christopher Lee.
Some program about helping the poor whom might be living in accommodation that might not be so 'accommodating". The program profiled a certain Mr. Lai, only sole breadwinner of the family. His two daughters committed suicide and the eldest daughter was badly affected by their deaths. She was dazed and brooding inside her room when the crew showed up at her house. The eldest son (or was the 2nd son?!) was somewhat pleased to see the gang at his house, smiling sheepishly and repeating his words every now and then. Mr. Lai, in his seventies goes around collecting unwanted stuff so that he could sell for a mere few dollars. His health ain't so good and so is Mrs. Lai. Both have medical bills outstanding. He claimed that they do not cook extensively at home because they could not bear the gas bills and mostly they survive on instant noodles. At times, they could have "better" stuff, defined as those $2 or $3 "mixed veggie mixed rice".
When I heard that, my heart dropped... What I had find plain and boring, bland to my liking, edible only when I force myself to make do when there is no better choices (sushi, Ashtons, Subway blah blah). And there I'm crying and shedding tears coz this stranger before me, inside the telly, is mourning over the loss of his daughters and treasuring the fact that a $2 mixed rice palate means so much to him. I am so ashamed...
Mr. Lai has gone through the deaths of 2 daughters, his only surviving daughter is keeping to herself, seemingly to be in her own lost world. His one son is overseas, working as an odd job labourer, another son here but not being able to work nor take care of himself. A grand daughter born from one of the late daughter, is distancing herself from the house, staying out late. He lacks a humane contact, nobody seem to understand him nor cared about about him. Yet he has to go through each and everyday, surviving just because there are 4 others dependent on him...
I am such a pampered bitch, not knowing nor treasuring how lucky I am. I cried. Here I am, coveting some ridiculous overpriced leather whereas on the other side of the isl, there is some poor soul wondering when will his next meal come. I am so ashamed. I am supposed to be a strict diet of no shopping, no bags, no shoes yet I'm breaking every rule hard and fast.
I am conceited and arrogant. I am brash and and hardened. I have no soul. I am so ashamed...
I had forgotten to give back to the poor and needy for this festive season, or even for all the 4 seasons...
I stopped my net surfing after the program and reflected abit. I was a real idiot. No more wishful thinking (for X'mas). I realised that if money spent on a Chanel is spent elsewhere, it would be more beneficial instead. I need a decent house for the future; my future. I dun think I can stay in a Chanel bag. I dun think a Chanel can help me get a roof over my head if I intend to have a happy ever after ending with my baby. I know it's sooo nice to be able to receive a black box with white ribbons, 6 lovely white emblossed letters that spell CHANEL, sending me into a breathless ecstasy BUT... (this BUT is really important) I just can't afford a Chanel 2.55 now.
I dun wish to divert from my priorities and make my baby suffer. I dun wish to let him have the burden of supporting the family when I'm frittering my money on lavish bags. I dun wish my baby to cut his expenditure and live frugally when I' m throwing money to my favourite SAs in Orchard.
I should stop behaving like a spoiled brat now...
And now as I end my blog, I mentally make a note that I should be more thrifty now. I should think about the community and give back some, as much as I can.
* PEACE TO THE WORLD *
Was surfing the net ever since I came back from work..
Skipped dinner juz coz mummy dearest did not cook my share of the rice and too lazy to buy for one self from the market downstairs
Apparently MacDelivery does not exist in my dictionary (it's frigging ex! I'm too damned cheapo to pay that extra top up coz I merely want a Machicken *bleah*)
Drooling over Chanel bags in a particular blog, I resisted the urge to immediately call my baby and *bambi eyes* and *tear like a damsel in distress* and *whimper* in my softest, most gentle tones that I do want a Chanel 2.55 classic medium with silver hardware in white caviar leather(see how precisely I am..) for X'mas. Or how about a limited edition cabas tote in brown leather? *loud sigh* But I did not. I know he is busy at work, settling some stuff before he fly off to China for more stuff. I could not just bring upon him more shit. My poor baby had not even eaten (wait a minute, neither did I! blah!)
My parents were in the living room watching TV and at times, I was attracted by the sounds outside. I stood in the small non-existent hallway and watched along with them. There was this show, Life Transformer, hosted by Quan Yifeng and Christopher Lee.
Some program about helping the poor whom might be living in accommodation that might not be so 'accommodating". The program profiled a certain Mr. Lai, only sole breadwinner of the family. His two daughters committed suicide and the eldest daughter was badly affected by their deaths. She was dazed and brooding inside her room when the crew showed up at her house. The eldest son (or was the 2nd son?!) was somewhat pleased to see the gang at his house, smiling sheepishly and repeating his words every now and then. Mr. Lai, in his seventies goes around collecting unwanted stuff so that he could sell for a mere few dollars. His health ain't so good and so is Mrs. Lai. Both have medical bills outstanding. He claimed that they do not cook extensively at home because they could not bear the gas bills and mostly they survive on instant noodles. At times, they could have "better" stuff, defined as those $2 or $3 "mixed veggie mixed rice".
When I heard that, my heart dropped... What I had find plain and boring, bland to my liking, edible only when I force myself to make do when there is no better choices (sushi, Ashtons, Subway blah blah). And there I'm crying and shedding tears coz this stranger before me, inside the telly, is mourning over the loss of his daughters and treasuring the fact that a $2 mixed rice palate means so much to him. I am so ashamed...
Mr. Lai has gone through the deaths of 2 daughters, his only surviving daughter is keeping to herself, seemingly to be in her own lost world. His one son is overseas, working as an odd job labourer, another son here but not being able to work nor take care of himself. A grand daughter born from one of the late daughter, is distancing herself from the house, staying out late. He lacks a humane contact, nobody seem to understand him nor cared about about him. Yet he has to go through each and everyday, surviving just because there are 4 others dependent on him...
I am such a pampered bitch, not knowing nor treasuring how lucky I am. I cried. Here I am, coveting some ridiculous overpriced leather whereas on the other side of the isl, there is some poor soul wondering when will his next meal come. I am so ashamed. I am supposed to be a strict diet of no shopping, no bags, no shoes yet I'm breaking every rule hard and fast.
I am conceited and arrogant. I am brash and and hardened. I have no soul. I am so ashamed...
I had forgotten to give back to the poor and needy for this festive season, or even for all the 4 seasons...
I stopped my net surfing after the program and reflected abit. I was a real idiot. No more wishful thinking (for X'mas). I realised that if money spent on a Chanel is spent elsewhere, it would be more beneficial instead. I need a decent house for the future; my future. I dun think I can stay in a Chanel bag. I dun think a Chanel can help me get a roof over my head if I intend to have a happy ever after ending with my baby. I know it's sooo nice to be able to receive a black box with white ribbons, 6 lovely white emblossed letters that spell CHANEL, sending me into a breathless ecstasy BUT... (this BUT is really important) I just can't afford a Chanel 2.55 now.
I dun wish to divert from my priorities and make my baby suffer. I dun wish to let him have the burden of supporting the family when I'm frittering my money on lavish bags. I dun wish my baby to cut his expenditure and live frugally when I' m throwing money to my favourite SAs in Orchard.
I should stop behaving like a spoiled brat now...
And now as I end my blog, I mentally make a note that I should be more thrifty now. I should think about the community and give back some, as much as I can.
* PEACE TO THE WORLD *
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