Hello once again bloggie!
Sigh, I've been neglecting you like an uncaring owner does a flea infested dog):
But you're not flea infested!
Nor are you a dog...
You're just a neglected blog.
Okay, I'll stop talking like you're a person now and treat you like a real blog is treated.

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Dear readers -or lack thereof.
It's been a loooooong while since I last updated and I can't blame you for bailing on this pathetic already 4/5-of-the-way-dead-blog.
So I might as well be talking to myself...

I would love to show you all pictures of how life has been to me the past couple of months but the photo uploader is being a bitch.
So, it's obvious that the following post will be word diarrhoea from yours truly. Hehe. (I can hear the clicks of the mouse already... STAY RIGHT THERE... Please?)

We had an assessment in school about a month ago.
Didn't do too well, didn't really care. I are who I are!
Uh... anyway, I think I'd just type out the essay I wrote for my English test.
That should be enough words to make anyone want to hurl. Nyehehe.
Got highest but it wasn't the best I could do.
In fact... I thought it was lame and flat. LOL.
Ahh, thus is the work of someone who wasn't in the mood to write during the given moment.
(Please God, give me the "writing mood" when I sit for English during SPM)


"Write a story ending with : Now I realize the value of a true friend."

Sixteen years old, that was when my perfectly normal teenage life collapsed and crumbled around me. I was a hopeful child. I thought that I had a bright future ahead of me and that the obstacles that got in the way would play an insignificant part in the bigger plan I called my life. My friends all knew what I wanted to be; I was to become an actress... Or so I thought.

On that fateful day that changed my life forever, everything started out with the ringtone of my phone. The song roused me from my slumber and I reluctantly picked up the phone.

"Hello?" It was Athena, my bestfriend "Sierra, are you there?
"Yeah." I mumbled"
"Well, I can tell I just woke you up." She stated. "I just wanted to remind you that prom is tonight and you promised me you'd go! No take backs, okay? Okay!"

She hung up before I could complain, she knew me too well. It was the day of prom. The day when most seniors and juniors alike dressed to impress, to show of their style and to flaunt what they have. I - on the other hand - had no wish to dress up for a meaningless dress party, I would have much rather picked up a notebook and continue writing the script for a movie I wanted to create once I made my mark in the acting industry. Athena did make a good argument though, saying that if I wanted to be an actress, going to parties like this would be an everyday affair. With that point given, I had no choice but to heave a sigh and agree to go.

That night, my father offered to drive me to the hotel prom was held at. Dress on, make up perfect, I entered the car and off we went. The roads were surprisingly empty. The few cars that were on the road seemed to belong to party goers as most of them sped by with blaringly loud music. Further down the road, there was a cross junction. My father slowed down and was about to take a left turn. In a flurry of seconds, a speeding SUV lost control and crashed directly into our car, head on. I felt the force of impact. The whole front of the car was crushed beyond recognition. I smelt something metallic in the air: blood. I looked to the right, my father was saved by the airbag but the impact knocked him unconscious. The next instant, I felt an excruciating pain in my legs and then nothing. Nothing but numbness and soon after, I drifted into a deep sleep.

The next thing I know, I woke up in a hospital. Nobody was in the room with me. The sensation in my fingers began to come back, but I still felt nothing in my toes. I tried moving my legs, it felt lighter, as if nothing was attached. My eyes widened as the sudden realization came to me. I screamed.

I screamed and cried hysterically. My parents rushed into the room. Both of them hugged me, but all I could think of was that my future was gone. My dream I worked so hard at died the instant I woke up from my comatose state. I cried for hours in the arms of my parents. I cried until I could cry no more and fell asleep from exhaustion.

The following days, Athena came into the room often. She looked at me with saddened eyes every time, but her lips put on a smile. Everyday she would tell me:

" You still have your dream." She said to me, as if she could read my mind.

I had no will to argue with her anymore. I had no will to live. I was a wheelchair-bound-actress-wannabe. Nobody needed that.

One day, when I was well enough to be home, Athena visited me again. This time, she was beaming from ear to ear. She walked to me and handed me an envelope.

"This is for you" She said happily.

I looked at her and back at the envelope. Opening it, the first words I saw were, 'Congratulations, you have got the part of Theresa Meyer.'

My heart pounded. "Is... this what I think it is?" I practically shouted.

Athena nodded. "Yup." Beaming brightly, she continued. "Theresa Meyer is a role in the movie called Trip. She's a small role, but you got it."

"But, how?" Tears began rolling down my cheeks.
"I wrote in to every agent I could find. EVERYONE of them."

So this is how it ends, and now I realize the value of a true friend.

Lol, yeah yeah.
It's a total load of bull. The ending especially.
The teacher was already collecting the papers and it was all I could do to just scribble out the last few sentences as they came to mind before she reached my seat.
Hahaha, you should've seen my handwriting at the end of the essay.

Well, that's that.
Ciao for now!

Lotsaluv,
Tisha