Beauty

looking around me...
posters, adverts, tv, magazines, commercials, pictures
how many of these are real?

looking at the people around me...
girls, ladies, women
how many of these are authentic?

the features
the body
the heart
which is true?

many girls spend hours n hours...
infront of the mirror
styling their hair
putting make up
dressing up
hoping to look prettier, better, more beautiful
they think they look good
that's what they think.

but they forget
it's what's inside that truly matters
beauty on the outside can be sculpted
beauty on the inside is natural
u cant make it
u cant fake it
u cant buy it
that's why its so precious.

who cares how u look
love yourself for who you are
i love myself.

Never to Judge

Written by Anthea (a 10 yr old girl)... truly amazing.

"Finally!" I mumbled. After I completed twenty nerve wrecking Math problem sums, I grabbed a pair of house keys off the coffee table in the living room. Just as I was heading out the door, my mother's voice came from the kitchen, "Where are you going? Have you finished your homework?"

"Yes, Mum!" I answered, "I'm going to the library!"

I ran out the door with freedom. Naggy Mother, I thought. I headed down the flight of stairs whistling happily. Sprinting, I ran for the library, which was like across the street. But for a person who failed her NAPFA Test twice, I was panting by the time I reached the void deck. My glasses! I suddenly remembered, shocked. Oh, never mind, I just needed some good air-conditioning.

Just when I was about to cross the street, I noticed a man with a bald head five metres behind me. Or did he have hair the same colour as his skin? I told you I wasn't wearing glasses. After I crossed the busy street, he also crossed. "This is bad," I thought, "I'm being followed!" I quickened my pace He quickened his pace. I started running! I sprinted like a pig! He sprinted like a cheetah!

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. "Aahh! What do you want from me you bald freak?" I screamed. The man looked hurt. "Calm down. I just wanted to tell you your keys "ran away"!" The "bald freak" said and smiled as he held up my familiar house keys.

"Oh....um...sorry," was all I could say. The guy smiled and showed all his ten yellow teeth. He then walked away. I stared after him, feeling small and embarrassed. From then on, I learnt an important lesson - not to judge a person by the amount of hair on his or her head, especially if I wasn't wearing glasses!

Isn't it interesting...

we were born without biasness. it doesn't matter colour, gender, looks, nationality, rank, financial situation nor capabilities... we just saw human forms with our little eyes. we touch with our little hands. and we feel with our little heart - filled with love and passion and hope.

as we grew older, we learnt from our environment, from our parents, from the people around us. we began to wear coloured spectacles, filtered lenses, skewed eyepieces. no longer did colour look the same. no longer did faces seem alike. no longer were people equal. and we began to treat different people differently, as we now see them differently. we saw with our little eyes, now shielded with protection. we touch with our little hands, selectively. we feel with our little heart - loved lesser, passion dwindled, and hope diminishing.

as we grew up, we began to force others to see with our lenses. we place unfair labels on people who are different. we began to make demands and have expectations. and those who fall short of them are condemned. yet we still think it's right. because that's the way society is like. that's how most everyone else does things. or is it really? our eyes now bigger yet duller. our hands larger yet colder. our heart stronger yet number.

what happened?

where i belong

i've never felt so alone before.
feels empty.
the closest, is at least 10 walls and a fake smile away.
the supposed close one
is many spaces away
personal space
breathing space
living space
a space where i dun belong

me.

im beginning to dislike myself.
dislike the person im becoming.

change is necessary.
it's inevitable.

where is the me
whom i love?

Disappointment.

disappointment.
is when a little boy waits anxiously for her present, but sees none.

disappointment.
is when a little student works so hard, yet sees no results.

disappointment.
is when a young lady pines for someone close to return, yet sees nobody.

disappointment.
is when a father wishes for his children to accompany him, but is left all alone.

disappointment.
is when an old lady hopes to have visitors at the home, yet all she sees are the 4 walls.

disappointment.
my new best friend.
my shadow.
why does it always follow me?
i only have a simple wish
yet its so hard to fulfil
the only place i see it
is in my dreams
and in the pictures painted
though im not sure if i shd still believe in them
afterall they dun seem to come true

why do people wish and hope
why do people set expectations
when it's not realised anyway
what they get in return is
sadness
anger
disappointment.

Over-seas Trip

short overseas trip this morning... to our wonderful little island of Sentosa.

been a year since i last stepped foot on it. so many things have changed. in just that span of 1 year, a new resort is being built, a new theme park coming up with an amazing looking rollercoaster ride. ooh. it's been sucha long time since i last sat on a rollercoaster. i used to frequent Asian Village - my favourite ride was the bumper car and rollercoaster. i used to scream on that rollercoaster til the people around me complain of partial deafness. hohoho. those were the days. simple life. simple happiness.

sentosa.. a place that grew up with me. a place where i used to visit with my parents when i was a little girl - watch the musical fountain at night, walk the dragon trail, be mesmerised by the underwater world, enjoy Fantasy Island, play with sand at the beaches. then accompanying me through my teenage years - class chalet at a seemingly haunted bungalow, where we played games, took ulu shortcuts, climb down a dark flight of stairs by forming a choo-choo train with only 1 torchlight, and had the company of 30 over monkeys guarding outside the door. uni days saw orientation games being held at the beaches as we played games, laughed ourselves silly, and most importantly, get a cool lobster tan. n not forgetting the lovely Santa Fe restaurant on the riverboat. as a working adult (gosh i feel old), it held memories of a company gathering, meeting with old friends, and a very scary nature trail.

liked this photo cos i tink i look pretty in it. for the 1st time, the sunglasses make my hair look nice. ha. isn't it interesting how we all look at ourselves 1st in the photo after we take a pic. the beauty of the pic lies in whether we look good in it or not.

a pretty happy day off to a great start. and as how my day goes by, somehow it always ends up not the way i want it to be. maybe i expect too much. maybe i demand too much. though all i wished was for promises to be kept, for dreams to be realised. i guess im both a dreamer and a realist. i love to dream, yet i'll make sure they come true. or at least, i'll work hard towards it. i find it pointless dreaming of a beautiful future when it does not belong to me. khai asked me jus now, 'why do you work so hard and go out of ur way to be a gd trainer?' i guess it's in my character? i've got high expectations for myself. i must be the best. because i deserve to be. and because i want to. and i want to reach out to as many people, to touch as many lives as i can. what are you working so hard for?

guess it's also in my character, that i tend to over-give my 100%, and it zaps the energy out of me, when i dun get dat much in return. wat i get instead, is disappointment, worries, broken promises, n me smothering others with my care.

let me love myself more then.

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love

my dardar loves me so much
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