When you combine Lollipops, crispy chicken fillet and rechargeable hopes, what do you get? SPAZZING,

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What an incomprehensible thought/sentence/phrase, isn't it? Well, dears, that's what you call, ALIEN TALK BOREDOM SPAZZING. What is spazzing, anyway?

Spazzing - v. A sudden outburst of mixed feelings combined with a giddy happiness.

Well, that's according to me. =)) So don't believe that meaning. KIDD. Spazz, according to one of those inaccurate online dictionaries, spazz means to be clumsy or inept Well, at least it got one of the many definitions of spazz. Why am I talking about this crap? Well, because I AM CLUMSILY SPAZZING. (LOL. Waddaheeell am I thinking? =)) )I am feeling an inward outburst of fangirling for BigBang and Super Junior. :"> =)))

Yes, I am a fan of Kpop but I ONLY admire it. I do not OBSESS over it. I just like how catchy the tunes are and how they make their awesome vids. Seriously, they're great! :> =D> Here, watch this vid:



I almost cried at that vid. Oh so touching. :"> But of course, I love my OPM more than Kpop. Love your own, right? :)) And it is just not that, I like some of our local bands like Hale than some Kpop artists. (Actually, I LOVE HALE!) Well, that's just my opinion!

I love you guys! ;) Till I write again. Here's a vid of my most fave song from Hale, Broken Sonnet:



-- Chel

In this Course of Time

LOL. This poem is dedicated to my dearest sister. I love you! :* >:D<

You are now free.
Your cage has been opened.
You can spread your wings now.
There is no turning back.

Before you leave and make your own nest,
Before you decide on your own,
Before you dance and sing to the world,
I plea you to listen.

My dearest sister, you are beautiful.
In every way, in and out.
No matter how low you deem yourself,
To me, you are beautiful.

You are one of those little girls
Who played no dolls, but mingled with robots.
When we were kids, I often wondered if you're normal.
Now, I know, I'm wrong. You are unique.

To the nights you spend comforting me,
I appreciate each scold and advice you gave.
At a mere two years of age,
You became my second mom.

I'm grateful for the things that you gave me.
Much more, for the times you give up something for me.
Thank you, for being my security blanket.
You are my secret-keeper.

Though we fought because of silly reasons,
You still manage to show me,
That you are worth-respecting.
I'm sure your friends can see that too.

I watched you walked, jumped, tripped and get up.
You cried, smiled and got angry.
It just seemed yesterday when you taught me 1, 2, 3.
Now, you showed me how one could live her life to the fullest.

Those seventeen years may have passed so quickly,
Yet you remained to be the beautiful person you've always been.
In this course of time, you deserve this tribute.
A celebration of a life worth-living.

Fly high, dear sister.
Soar through the blue skies.
Spread your wings and feel the air.
Happy birthday.

Moment of Truth.

I like you.
I like how you make me chuckle.
I appreciate the ways you do to make me feel special.
You are like the lamppost on the corner street.

I like you.
I am glad that you share stories with me.
You are a one talented raconteur
So much, you even told the story of my love life.

I like you.
I love reading your text messages.
I feel jocund while chatting with you.
I even keep and save some of your texts in my cellphone.

I like you.
For all that you are.
Even for that occasional grim mood.
I'd still manage to smile for you.

I like you.
I love to watch you stir your coffee,
Or the way you brush your hair with your hands.
I fall deeper at the sight of your eyes.

I like you.
I love how you manage to force a smirk from me
When I'm in for my worst days.
You'd always mention those corny and cheesy jokes.

I like you.
Though we fought about the silliest things.
Though, at times, we missed out on each other.
You'd still manage to come back to me.

I like you.
No, I'm not asking you to like me back.
Just let me feel this curious feeling.
And believe me, I'll be happy 'cause,

I like you.