On Eagles' Wings

Charlotte was a little girl. But she was no ordinary little girl. She didn't have eyes that sparkled blue like the sea. She didn't have hair that was as silky as a newborn's bottom. If you looked at her closely enough, she looked like any other little girl, anywhere. But what was so special about little Charlotte was not her appearance, or her disposition. Rather it was something that happened on the very day that little Charlotte came into our world. Her mother went into labour on an ordinary day, in an ordinary hospital. The doctor was there, right on schedule, and the entire process of delivering baby Charlotte into the world went smoothly without any problems at all. But a tiny frown appeared on the good doctor's brow when, after snipping off baby Charlotte's umbilical cord, there was only silence in the delivery room. Hmmm , the good doctor said. What's wrong? Charlotte's parents asked. The baby , he replied. The doctor reflected on all h...

French men are hot . :) When you say French men , I always have an image of a man (topless of course) with rippling muscles and washboard abs, long wavy sexy hair, a short stubble that could rub your skin raw where it touches... Oh, and aren't all French men great kissers? (Somehow reminds me of the movie French Kiss starring Meg Ryan) XD But. I've switched over to Swiss men. Hotter? Cuter? More insane ripples of muscles? Better kissers? I have no idea. Cos that's not what I really mean when I say "From French to Swiss." Sigh. I really do like to talk crap nowadays, don't I? =.= Well, if you know me, you'd know that I'm crazy over French manicures ! :D (I didn't realize it myself until I read through my old blog posts. Quite a number of posts dedicated to the latest shades of colour on me cuticles >. here , here , here , here , here , here and here ) (I know, I know . How can someone blog about nails so much?? =.=) Anyways...

It was a simple date. He was a very busy person, he had told her. He had many things to do, many things to take care of. But he could possibly spare an hour for her today. She was self-conscious as she sat quietly at the table, sipping from her sweating cold glass of Coke.   Was her hair in place? Did she look nice?   She wanted him to smile when he saw her. Would he? She was not hungry yet. She would wait for him to arrive. Yes, she had arrived there before him. Not because he was late. No, it was because she had been nervous and was fidgety with anticipation before their meeting. She ended up leaving the house an hour before their proposed meeting time.   Never mind , she thought,   I can see his expression as he walks in and sees me . She places her elbows on the table and holds her chin in her hands. She lets out a quiet sigh. She has been waiting for this moment for so long, she cannot believe it is actually happening right now. She first saw him in school, two...

Today was going to be different from other days. Today –   he   was going to be there. As she ran a brush through her hair, she worried if she will be disappointed again. Just as she has been in the past. Always disappointed. He never turns to look, never holds her gaze for more than a second. Every time that happens, her heart breaks just a little bit more. There must be nothing left of her heart then. She debated over what to wear. A dress? With three-quarter pants. Yes. The blue-green colour would complement her fair complexion. She finished dressing and glanced at her watch. Oh, she was going to be late if she did not leave now. Finally, she arrived at the place where she knew he would be too. She looked up at the pristine white building.  Was he there yet? Was he on his way? She walked up the stairs, took her seat silently in the second row. She knew that he would take a seat few rows behind her. When he was away, she always felt an emptiness in her heart, like some...

Like I said in my first post of this month, there were actually a lot of events that I had been involved in this past semester. One of the MAIN reasons why I am so darn lazy to blog about them is because....... I already have. See, there's this other blog that I had set up because of my SPKG (Generic Skills Evaluation System) mentor - who believes that using a blog as an online portfolio would lessen the burden for us when documenting activities that would earn us good points in the soft skill department of which she is to evaluate. So, since those activities that I were involved in were also activities that she could evaluate me in terms of leadership and teamwork, I had to do a report or a write up of what I had to do for those events. So, if you are interested in the other activities I was involved in during my past sem, you can read them here , here and here . I guess this just proves how LAZY I am kan? Oh well, it is the holidays ! :D

I have spent the past few days going through all my past blog posts. I felt that I needed something, anything to motivate me, inspire me, to write again. Strangely, I impressed myself with my past writing ! When I started this blog, it was just after Young Writers' Camp, and consequently, that put me on a fervor for writing and blogging. The ideas were literally flowing and every day I would blog; blog about simple things, silly things, random things, significant things. I enjoyed reading all the comments as well. Funny and witty responses between my lovely readers *blush* and me. I was so proud of the fact that I had written 30 posts in as many days during my blog's first month of existence ! I know , right? How did I do it? Now look at this sad space on the World Wide Web that I call my blog - 2 posts in 4 months? I guess you can call that an achievement as well ! >.< Pathetic. Anyhow, from here on out, I am going to do my best and make up for all that time of...

It has seriously been aaaggeesss since I last wrote here. Which is evident in the date of my last post. (February? OMG, what have I been doing? >.<) What is my reason for the long leave of absence? Certainly not for lack of things to write. Three months is certainly not a short time. A lot of things have happened in that time. I had so many major events during my second semester of my second year of undergraduate studies. Strange that I got myself involved in so many things at the same time. Some were even back to back, week after week, there was practically no rest at all ! I could not go home for weeks at a time, sometimes a month, because I was busy with events, preparing for events. I was tired, exhausted. But all the events, regardless of all the "pain-in-the-butt" incidences, was an experience in itself. This semester was all about trying something new, challenging myself to go beyond what I knew, and what I was comfortable with. The biggest event wa...