That's the theme of our school's Leo Club's Fellowship Night. 'FN', as people say it. Well, as usual, i didn't get to go. But i fell in love with the theme. And began to imagine what it'd be like. My imagination filled up my brain and heart. I coukd feel it surge in my blood vessels. Oh, i love the way how things can be so, so perfect and creaseless in my imaginations. Its my heaven. =) And so.. i even thought up a story for it.. haha.. **the below story is just a fragment of my imagination. Inspired by FN.**
She looked in the mirror, carefully dolling herself. Her 19 year old face lit up as she glanced at the lovely paper rose bearing the number of her table. But amidst her friends sitting with her at the same table, there were two guys. strangers, whose identity would be revealed that night. One of them was her blind date. She hoped that it would be..him.
The doorbell rang and she opened the door, her heart pounding so fast she thought she had tachycardia. And then.. but, it wasn't him.. she heaved a sigh.. anyway, this guy was not bad either..
They reached the ballroom and entered, with him pushing the door open for her. A curve appeared on her lips, 'a gentleman' she thought. They made their way to their table, number 22 (Nee Kee is this the table that you guys are sitting at?? ) She had on a lovely white dress with a black sash that was bought when she went shopping with her friends. She bought it especially for this occasion. She sat down and took a sip of water from her glass, when suddenly, everyone's heads turned. She turned too, curious. The first thing she saw was him. With his lovely hazel eyes. And that smile. Breathtaking. But whose hand was that? The hand resting on his arm? It was.. a breathtakingly beautiful girl. With pale skin and shocking black hair. A painful sight to behold. She felt like something was wrenching her heart. She felt her heart crack. She crumbled under her beautiful white dress. Tears filled her eyes, but she consciously dabbed at her eyes without anyone noticing. The whole night passed by in black and white. She didn't have the mood to care. Laughter rang in her ears, but not in her heart. She faked a smile, with coldness in her eyes. She watched them dance, her red dress swirling round and round in her head.. Around them, people were dancing with their partners. Such a sweet sight to behold. She decided to go dancing with her new found friend and partner. Dancing was a form of release. As they glided along the dance floor to Bruno Mar's 'Marry You', she felt lighter, and smiled. Suddenly, gunshots were heard. Everyone panicked. Followed by chaos. A guy holding a gun ran in. He was pale, too pale, and looked like he was high on drugs. She thought of the signs of a drug addict and it matched the gun wielding man. He charged towards..HIM? Why did it have to be him? He tried to protect the girl dressed in redw ho was fumbling with her cellphone. Her heart thudded, pounding hard. She feared the thing that would come next. Mr high on drugs aimed his gun and her prince charming. She ran towards them, feeling like she had tachycardia. Mr Drug fired twice, but she acted as a human bulletproof vest, taking both the shots. In a split second, fresh blood bloomed like a rose in her white dress. She felt the pain. Her lungs ached. Her left upper abdomen hurt. She thought of the worse thing that'd happen. Pneumothorax. Ruptured spleen. Someone tried to let her have some water. She wondered why. And coughed hard. blood spread out in the clear water. An injury to her spleen, alright. She went into shock. Haemorrhaging and full of pain, she saw him. Not beside her, but consoling his red dressed partner. Her heart shattered. And nothing else mattered. She closed her eyes. And felt like she was floating.
'When it's all said and done I'll be just a speck in the galaxy Floating far far away by gravity'
She knew she shouldn't have liked him cause he was as good looking as David Archuleta. Not everyone is David Archuleta.
Not everyone is an angel.
But the process, was heartbreakingly beautiful.
**fine i know its a terrible story, but i was busy watching a movie which is heart wrenching like this..and Black Swan inspired the bloody dress..sorry..and this took years..for me to write and check the medical stuff..and pics.. so..enjoy!**
That's the theme of our school's Leo Club's Fellowship Night. 'FN', as people say it. Well, as usual, i didn't get to go. But i fell in love with the theme. And began to imagine what it'd be like. My imagination filled up my brain and heart. I coukd feel it surge in my blood vessels. Oh, i love the way how things can be so, so perfect and creaseless in my imaginations. Its my heaven. =) And so.. i even thought up a story for it.. haha.. **the below story is just a fragment of my imagination. Inspired by FN.**
She looked in the mirror, carefully dolling herself. Her 19 year old face lit up as she glanced at the lovely paper rose bearing the number of her table. But amidst her friends sitting with her at the same table, there were two guys. strangers, whose identity would be revealed that night. One of them was her blind date. She hoped that it would be..him.
The doorbell rang and she opened the door, her heart pounding so fast she thought she had tachycardia. And then.. but, it wasn't him.. she heaved a sigh.. anyway, this guy was not bad either..
They reached the ballroom and entered, with him pushing the door open for her. A curve appeared on her lips, 'a gentleman' she thought. They made their way to their table, number 22 (Nee Kee is this the table that you guys are sitting at?? ) She had on a lovely white dress with a black sash that was bought when she went shopping with her friends. She bought it especially for this occasion. She sat down and took a sip of water from her glass, when suddenly, everyone's heads turned. She turned too, curious. The first thing she saw was him. With his lovely hazel eyes. And that smile. Breathtaking. But whose hand was that? The hand resting on his arm? It was.. a breathtakingly beautiful girl. With pale skin and shocking black hair. A painful sight to behold. She felt like something was wrenching her heart. She felt her heart crack. She crumbled under her beautiful white dress. Tears filled her eyes, but she consciously dabbed at her eyes without anyone noticing. The whole night passed by in black and white. She didn't have the mood to care. Laughter rang in her ears, but not in her heart. She faked a smile, with coldness in her eyes. She watched them dance, her red dress swirling round and round in her head.. Around them, people were dancing with their partners. Such a sweet sight to behold. She decided to go dancing with her new found friend and partner. Dancing was a form of release. As they glided along the dance floor to Bruno Mar's 'Marry You', she felt lighter, and smiled. Suddenly, gunshots were heard. Everyone panicked. Followed by chaos. A guy holding a gun ran in. He was pale, too pale, and looked like he was high on drugs. She thought of the signs of a drug addict and it matched the gun wielding man. He charged towards..HIM? Why did it have to be him? He tried to protect the girl dressed in redw ho was fumbling with her cellphone. Her heart thudded, pounding hard. She feared the thing that would come next. Mr high on drugs aimed his gun and her prince charming. She ran towards them, feeling like she had tachycardia. Mr Drug fired twice, but she acted as a human bulletproof vest, taking both the shots. In a split second, fresh blood bloomed like a rose in her white dress. She felt the pain. Her lungs ached. Her left upper abdomen hurt. She thought of the worse thing that'd happen. Pneumothorax. Ruptured spleen. Someone tried to let her have some water. She wondered why. And coughed hard. blood spread out in the clear water. An injury to her spleen, alright. She went into shock. Haemorrhaging and full of pain, she saw him. Not beside her, but consoling his red dressed partner. Her heart shattered. And nothing else mattered. She closed her eyes. And felt like she was floating.
'When it's all said and done I'll be just a speck in the galaxy Floating far far away by gravity'
She knew she shouldn't have liked him cause he was as good looking as David Archuleta. Not everyone is David Archuleta.
Not everyone is an angel.
But the process, was heartbreakingly beautiful.
**fine i know its a terrible story, but i was busy watching a movie which is heart wrenching like this..and Black Swan inspired the bloody dress..sorry..and this took years..for me to write and check the medical stuff..and pics.. so..enjoy!**
A girl who loves to daydream. currently studying at SMK Seafield. Archieholic. Born on 19th February. Mixture of Aquarius and/or Pisces.
Loves my friends that stick by me through thick and thin, my family and everyone out there...
Dreams to go to the Louvre museum, Espana, and maybe travel round the world?? Oh, and meet David Archuleta in person..
My ambitions are.. to be a doctor. But if I can, I'd love to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. Have to work really hard for that.
sounds impossible.. but i might achieve it.. there's always a chance and time for everything.
I would love to have new friends as it is always nice to have friends.. so.. leave a word on my tagboard please.. :)
For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
-Leonardo da Vinci
"Don't ever let yourself believe that the role you play in the lives of other's is not an important one, especially in the lives of the ones you love and who love you. No matter how big or small that role is, or may seem, it's a very important one, and it is one that only you can play." Don't underestimate yourself. Someone out there may need you. -David Archuleta
Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
Mother Teresa
Every time you see someone in distress, you have the opportunity to work as a team with Heaven's angels. You become the channel for your angels to provide loving care to those in need.-Doreen Virtue
Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.
- Groucho Marx
"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
-- Albert Einstein
缘分是本书，翻的不经意，会错过细节，读的太过认真，又会流干眼泪。
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Emily Bronte
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens
Oui, Oui..
