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8/11/2012 12:31:00 AM
Saturday, August 11, 2012

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8/06/2012 11:19:00 PM
Monday, August 6, 2012


I wish I could do better by you,
'cause that's what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life
In order for this to work.

While I'm off chasing my own dreams

Sailing around the world
Please know that I'm yours to keep
My beautiful girl

When you cry a piece of my heart dies

Knowing that I may have been the cause
If you were to leave
Fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost
You don't ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl.



-City and Colour - The Girl


Let me share your burdens, your problems.
Let me eventually show you, how much you honestly worth to me.
I love you slimbo.




8/01/2012 07:25:00 PM
Wednesday, August 1, 2012


Let me draw a stache on my face,
 and walk out of my house being another person,
and not who I am right now.

Let me be someone no one knows.
Let me someone no one can ever recognize.
A common face in the crowd is all I ask.
Let no one know who I am and what I'm doing.

Let me run away.
Run away from insanity.




7/26/2012 12:19:00 AM
Thursday, July 26, 2012


One of my favourite songs since a young kid.. used to write out the whole lyrics of this song again and again. weird but true ):

I'm on the floor counting one minute more
No one to break the silence
Staring into the night all alone but that's alright
It's the feeling deep inside I don't like

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again

Here in my bed counting the words you've said
They linger in the shadows
Coming home late at night drunk again but that's alright
It's the look in your eyes I don't like

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again.



Please don't break it anymore.

You know something. I may be naive bout relationships and this may be my first serious, serious relationship. but still. it took me one proper heartbreak to learn how strong love can be and the importance of clearing of all insecurities within one individually, instead of waiting for the day the other party chooses to leave you.

Although heartbreaks be it from a friend or lover leave you destroyed, you learn so much from these screwed up experiences.

And when such does happen, do whatever you can and look back with no regrets.

People teach you different things.
Some make you smile, some make you cry, some do both.
Some cause you to fall and injure yourself.
Overall, you'll be left alone with the people close to you supporting you back up.
But at the end of the day, it would be you alone, choosing to carry it out.
It would be just you, wanting to stand up once again.




7/26/2012 12:17:00 AM

One of my favourite songs since a young kid.. used to write out the whole lyrics of this song again and again. weird but true ):

I'm on the floor counting one minute more
No one to break the silence
Staring into the night all alone but that's alright
It's the feeling deep inside I don't like

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again

Here in my bed counting the words you've said
They linger in the shadows
Coming home late at night drunk again but that's alright
It's the look in your eyes I don't like

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again

There is no excuse my friend
For breaking my heart, breaking my heart again
This is where our journey ends
You're breaking my heart again.



Please don't break it anymore.

You know something. I may be naive bout relationships and this may be my first serious, serious relationship. but still. it took me one proper heartbreak to learn how strong love can be and the importance of clearing of all insecurities within one individually, instead of waiting for the day the other party chooses to leave you.

Although heartbreaks be it from a friend or lover leave you destroyed, you learn so much from these screwed up experiences.

And when such does happen, do whatever you can and look back with no regrets.

People teach you different things.
Some make you smile, some make you cry, some do both.
Some cause you to fall and injure yourself.
Overall, you'll be left alone with the people close to you supporting you back up.
But at the end of the day, it would be you alone, choosing to carry it out.
It would be just you, wanting to stand up once again.




7/25/2012 01:55:00 AM
Wednesday, July 25, 2012



Lifes been crazy and somehow everywhere I turn, theres ongoing politics. I'm not saying this based solely on an individual experience but just, from the people around me as well.

Despite spending a few hours in slumber with her, feeling extremely brain dead at the moment. Can't seem to phrase my literature work right. Sigh.. I'm missing her already.

With almost every single teacher reminding us bout how our condensed time tables will be taking place next week, it really gets to you bout how it seemed like only yesterday when you were once that small, naive kid looking at your seniors and wondering how As were like. And finally? At this very moment, you are left battling mountains and heaps of notes and papers in preparation for the A levels

Honestly? Really admire those people who can firstly, not only stay awake throughout every single lesson in school and of course, go home and study non-stop. But man do I seriously need to pick up those habits and secure that type of discipline. ):

Shall print out my worksheets and leave the lit for tmr. Sigh. Hopefully the outcome will be better? Nights.

Life will never be easy. But as you grow older, you discover so many things you never once knew, eventually accepting certain situations in life which you used to be so against. You grow up, meet new people, discover new things. However, do you know whats the scariest part of all of this?
Your innocence is killed and your eyes would eventually be open to how scary, heartless and judgmental the world can be.




7/24/2012 02:04:00 AM
Tuesday, July 24, 2012




Don't go to bed yet, love
I think it's too early
and we just need a little time to ourselves
If my wall clock tells me that it's 4 in the morning, I'll give it hell


Cause I've been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song
When our hearts are heavy burdens
We shouldn't have to bare alone


So goodnight moon and goodnight you
When you're all that I think about
All that I dream about
How'd I ever breathe without, a goodnight kiss from goodnight you


The kind of hope they all talk about
The kind of feeling we sing about
Sit in our bedroom and read aloud, like a passage from 'Goodnight Moon'


And sing for me softly love,
Your song for tomorrow
And tell me my name's the one that's hidden in there somewhere
And dream for me anything
but dream it in color about
We know the sun's still rising and we don't care


Cause I've been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song
When our hearts are heavy burdens
We shouldn't have to bare alone


So goodnight you and goodnight moon
When you're all that I think about
All that I dream about
How'd I ever breathe without, a goodnight kiss from goodnight you


The kind of hope they all talk about
The kind of feelings we sing about
Sit in our bedrooms and read aloud, like a passage from 'Goodnight Moon'
From 'Goodnight Moon'


And there you were, as I saw my Juliet
Come graceful down the stairs
It's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room
And steal the air


Just feel her lips lock on to every breath I take
And breathe it in
Do you feel us falling?
Cause I feel us falling


So goodnight moon and goodnight you
When you're all that I think about
All that I dream about
How'd I ever breathe without, a goodnight kiss from goodnight you


The kind of hope they all talk about
The kind of feeling we sing about
Sit in our bedroom and read out loud, like a passage from 'Goodnight Moon'
Oh goodnight moon


And there you were,I saw my Juliet
Come graceful down the stairs
It's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room
And steal the air


Do you feel us falling? Cause I can feel us falling. x6




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Welcome to my blog of rants inspired through the scribbles of one's mind.

poem inspired by agatha, alex, celine
i starred at the fan on the celing,
lifting my watch to my eyes.
it was 12 am in the morning.
i looked out of the window
as i admired the clear night sky.
leaving my bed as i started to walk towards the table,
reaching out for that knife which laid there alone.
crying and crying,
as each crystal clear tear fell to the floor one by one.
feeling the fresh, cold blood rush out of my skin.
having its pain numbed by these falling tears.
and therefore. that was when the phrase,
"BLOODSHED TEARS" was formed :D

HAHAH!

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Prologue

Name: Ruth Lee
A lost, confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
Birthdate: 21st Feb 1994
SCGS!!!
1PR 07. 2PR 08. 3CO 09. 4CO 10
Red Cross!!!
Fellow member of the CLAN (established in 2010)
Fellow Head of the L.U (established in 2010)
Fellow cactus cadet of E.C.C(established in 2008)
[Evil Cactus Clan]

Overall?
An unusual fwen who is in love with music and is contented with the simple pleasures :)
Pretty much just a lost confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
But but! If you meet me one day, come up to mua and whack me on the back and you'll get a poke in return :D
but if you whack me when im holding something, expect a whack filled with torns >:)

But honestly?

Hmmm. Lets just say there's more than meets the eye

*grins*

A list of hopes:
chance to go star gazing
chance to enjoy the sunset at the sea side
chance to meet (people) in the future
chance to play lunia with me lunia buddy, wenqian
for both hands to clap instead of one
lots of stuff my dear friend, lots of stuff :)
something i know one cannot achieve


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