Scar. noun, verb, scarred, scar·ring.
–noun
1.
a mark left by a healed wound, sore, or burn.
2.
a lasting aftereffect of trouble, esp. a lasting psychological injury resulting from suffering or trauma.
3.
any blemish remaining as a trace of or resulting from injury or use.
4.
Botany. a mark indicating a former point of attachment, as where a leaf has fallen from a stem. –verb (used with object)
5.
to mark with a scar. –verb (used without object)
6.
to form a scar in healing.
[Origin: 1350–1400; ME; aph. var. of eschar]


The picture top left would be def no.4 . I would have gotten a human one except everything just seemed so graphic. *pukes*




Scars-
(I intended to write a thought essay on it, but apparently, well , words fail me today. I shall edit this post when, well, uh. I shall edit this post soon, I guess)




But lets just say, physical scars (and sometimes emotional scars) can be pretty unplesant to the eye. But beneath each one (fourty), there's always a story to tell. Scars mark a period of time in our lives, they last a really long time or sometimes even an eternity.



Memories are quintessential to the person we are today. Which would be why people enjoy keeping objects which remind them of something, somewhere or someone. Shoeboxes of photographs, diaries, charms or even a sock we'd keep as a physical reminder. Would be the reason why most people get tattooes. A prettier (notallthetime, sadly) man-made scar. That's most of the time at least, which leaves the on-impulse, i'm-still-young-and-stupid tattoes you regret 1-10 years later for another time.



Memories are a powerful tool that can conjure up different emotions. Emotion itself is powerful to the point where life and well-being depend on it.



However, it is true that memories not only consist of pink ponies and flying unicorns which bring you candy but also evil witches with intentions to cook you and feed you to their minionions (minions).



Though some memories we want not but to leave to burn in the furnace, it's really up to us to use 'em wisely. It'd make one or break one.

Scars I have, not one, but many. But to each one, there's a story.

What's important is that I've stood up and said I've made it.
You should too, cause what you've been through can make you a better person.

I'm a year smarter, wiser from last year. I'm glad I waited.
All thanks to You, for I was young(er) and stupid(er), and if it wasn't for You I'd be burning in the depths of hell.

Right now, I wouldn't have wished for things to be any different.
Cause scars I have, not one, but many. But like I said, to each one a story.

This is when the blessings come. I see an avalanche.
XXOO.

how many times have I broken Your heart

but still You forgive if only I ask

and how many times have You heard me pray

draw near to me

everything I need is You

XXOO.

The fury of the mosquitoes.



I swear there's some conspiracy going on down at West coast park.


For one, the bites itch like crazy. And what's worst is that they seems to be multiplying. And now I have like a kazillion more.





''Oh stop being such a baby. They're just mosquito bites.'' They said.





JUST? Are you KIDDING me? JUST?





I'd take another shot of the blooming galore of bites. But that would cause detrimental effects to the human eye.


I warn you first. Cause it ain't pretteh1.

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For they have once again been fooled. MOSQUITO BITES, these are not. MOSQUITOES, those weren't. I'll tell you what they are, even if it'll cost me my foot or another precious limb. But the people have to know.





Be prepared. For what you are about to read/see/look at may change your life forever. After many years2 of research, I've finally come up with an answer to why these 'bugs' are getting more intelligent and are marking us with such precision and leaving behind unbearable toxins that causes psychological damage and illusions that may one day take over the planet and what not.

(Not drawn according to scale)

The mosquito man. In other words, it's a really tiny man wearing a disguise of a mosquito which enables him to parade around and such. Like how kid(s) would run out of the toilet in their towels pretending to be butterflies. Except with a tat more seriousness and a pinch of plan of world domination. The really tiny man then flies around with a vial of green concoction and stabs at random objects. Which does God-knows-what to our bodies and random objects.

So the next time you think of keeping a mosquito as a pet. THINK AGAIN.

But all in all, it's for the greater good.

XXOO.

1- pretty.

2- minutes of wild imagination.

Silence is good.
Silence is golden.
-But I don't like gold..

XXOO.

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thesecondbestthingin2years.

XXOO.

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Moonlight
Quiet lies.
Daisy fairies
Potted flies.
Skin and bones
On my own.
Cup of luck
Not as much.
Stalk of weed
Is all I need.
Kiwi juice
Green brain juice.
Moon light
never lies.

XXOO.

Shortlisted candidates in the running for the top spot as

SANDRATANG'S FAVOURITE FLOWER.

in alphabetical order-
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Anemone. -2 points for having the same name as an eeky sea creature. +1 point for being purple.
Chrysathemums Daisy. +8 points for having an imaginary smiley face
Colvillei
Cylamen. +5 points for being exotic and having a red stem.
Calla mini lily. +5 points for simplicity and colour.
Daffodil. +1 point for a really cute name.
Dahlia. -1 point for looking like it exploded.
Dendrobium orchids
gerbera DAISY. +10 points. why not right?
Larkspur

Lisianthus
Monkshood. What a funky name for such a pretty flower. -2 points.
Narcissus. +8 point for being asthetically pleasing.
Nerine. +10 points for being pretty.
Rose disco. I don't see how. But okay. -1 point.
Rose french anna +3 points for a lovely shade and +1 point for a french name. I'm just joking. You don't get points for having a french name. -1 point.
Rose laminuette. +5 points for having shades and mutiple colours.
Rose mascara. What's next? Rose eyeliner? -1 point.
Rose passion. +1 point for looking breakable.+6 points for looking like it was stolen from the sets of Beauty and the Beast.
Scabiosa. +3 points for looking like dyed tissue on a stalk.
Stargazer. +7 points for a cool name and pretty flowers. -2 points for looking like hotel ornaments.
Sunflower. +3 points for having an imaginary smiley face.
Sweet pea. +5 points for looking gentle and for sounding edible. -1 point cause I don't like peas.
Parrot tulip
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just for kicks-
Flowers with names that sound very much like people I know.
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Belledonna, also known as Delphinium
Rose Crystalline
Rose Rapheala
Rose Nicole


(Results will be posted as soon as bonus points are calculated with the already given point. Points are given in 4 catergories. 1. Looks, 2. Style, 3. Size and 4.Musical capabilities.)
XXOO.

''Tuesday, November 13, 2007

bimbo

let me tell you about my eggciting trip to the florist today with sandra.

we were at this nice florist at parkway trying tofind out what hydrangeas looked like.

so we were asking the guy what the different flowers were called.

then sandra dared me to point at the sunflower and ask him what it was...

after much hesistation, i went ahead with it since, aiya whatever right.

so i asked him.

he's such a nice guy anyhooz, he replied "they're sunflowers"and smiled really sincerely.

he didnt give the "are you stupid or what" look.

nice hoooor...

after that we just laughed hysterically.

next, we're going to come up with stupid nameswhen we order drinks at coffee bean.

we might try 'britney shears' or 'paris milton'

har har.
Posted by Crystal Renee at 11/13/2007 09:33:00 PM 0 comments ''

That's Crystal's version. But let me tell you what REALLY happened.

So we were at Parkway, see, and we were on the way to the florist.
We had KFC before that. And it was disgusting with all the fat and oily skin.

So we had to walk it off.
We then arrived punctually at the florist exactly after 10% of consumed fats had converted into poo.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by tons and tons of luminating flowers that were secretly planning their escape.
But they would have been surprised to know we were on to them.
We discreetly made sure our hand-held tazers were carefully positioned at 129 degrees in our skin-mouflage stomach pouches.

Crystal insisted hydrangeas were flowers.
But I knew they were the lost fairies of Fallengsthar

I was an under-the-covers uncover agent sent by the palace to restore the edible powers of Queen Awenmacandee.

And my primary objective of today was to check on Aiem and Aflaur.
The shopkeeper when questioned said the hydrangeas weren't in today.

I knew it couldn't be true.
I questioned him again and he insisted they weren't.
.

Then his eyes flashed a dim amethyst.

My intuition was right, he had lied.

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I needed a distraction to check out and inspect the rest of the shop.

So I forced a brain-blast and came up with an ingenious plan.

I dared crystal to ask the man what the 'big yellow flowers' were.

At the very moment I completed my sentence, I raised my left brow 1.45mm above the normal axis and twiched my lower lip twice in a second.

It was a secret code we both knew to trust the other when one had a sudden increase of brain activity.

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After much silent discussion of silent coded giggles, Crystal pointed at the sunflower and inquired what kind of a flower it was.

To which the shopkeeper replied, "they're sunflowers." And then he smiled.

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Suddenly, green smoke started emitting from the corners of his cranium and we were smopetrified after being enveloped in potato smelling fog.

And here I am... until next time.

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XXOO.

XXOO.

" A lie is when you say something happened which didn't happen. But there is only ever one thing which happened at a particular time and a particular place. And there are an infinite number of things that didn't happen at that time and that place. And if I think of something which didn't happen I start thinking about all the other things that didnt happen.

For example, this morning for breakfast I had Ready Brek and some hot raspberry milk shake. But if I say that I actually had Shreddies and a mug of tea I start thinking about Coco Pops and lemonade and porridge and Dr Pepper and how I wasn't eating my breakfast in Egypt and there wasn't a rhinoceros in the room and Father wasn't wearing a diving suit and so on and even writing this makes me feel shaky and scared, like I do when I'm standing on top of a very tall building and there are thousands of houses and cars and people below me and my head is so full of these things that I'm afraid that I'm going to fall over and be killed. "

XXOO.

04 NOV 07

'' I don't like brown ones. I like golden-tanned ones. "


Happy 17th Birthday Crystal.

I was just counting in my head. If we've been friends for 7 years, it would mean that we met when we were 10. Dorky lil kids.

I LOVE YOU TO BITS CRYSTAL. No matter what happens I'll always be there for you ohkayzz.

Happy Birthday loves. boys are stupid.

XXOO.

STARDUST is a BRILLIANT movie. Catch it. NOW.

I shall watch it again.
And then I shall Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket.
You know why?
Cause then it'll never, ever ever fade away.

unless of course, you decide to cross the wall.

But THAT wouldn't happen would it.
Cause I'm sure the wall guard would beat the crap outta you.
XXOO.