Thursday, January 6, 2011

# 78. Beautiful Disaster, Jon Mclaughlin.

She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sound that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and compliments.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.

And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she's seen make her cry.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,
And she just needs someone to take her home.

She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfections.

She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen, but tired

She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.

'Cause she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's OK.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,

And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster,

But she just needs someone to take her home
And she just needs someone to take her home.

-Beautiful Disaster, Jon McLaughlin.
This describes me perfectly.

Inspirations.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

# 77. Merry Christmas.

photograph by googleimages.

With the faint smell of hot chocolate and the warmth of Christmas around,
With the familiar jingle at the background,
With the sight of red socks and decorated Christmas trees,
With the white and red candy canes and chocolate chip cookies laid out in the living room,
With family and friends back home,
With hope and joy up in the air,
With love all around,
Yet, i still feel, something is missing,
i felt empty despite having everything i need and want in life,
i felt alone despite being in a room full of people,
i felt unloved despite having great family and friends,
i felt not good enough despite being blessed with the ability to do what many can't,
i felt scared despite being completely fearless to almost everything in the world,
i felt confused despite having my path clearly lit,
i felt tired and lost despite only gone through two decades of my life,
It was then, i realised, i have been missing the real meaning behind Christmas,
God.
It was Him, who work in mysterious ways which reached out and spoke to me,
It was Him, who gave me strength to go through those days i've woken up feeling miserable,
It was Him, who felt the pain twice as much as every teardrop rolled uncontrollably down my cheeks,
It was Him, who's grace is and always will be enough for me,
It was Him, who is the meaning and reason behind everything,
It was Him, who've made me who i am today,
It was Him, who has given meaning to Christmas,
He is Christmas; always Warm, Joyful, Giving.



Merry Christmas people.
Do not be caught up with the world and make this holiday just another Hallmark Holiday,
Remember God, and place Him first,
It is only because of Him,
We have Christmas afterall.

Inspirations.

Friday, November 26, 2010

# 76. Travel Log 2.1: Bali.

Bali. 311010-031110
of sunshine, of superbly cheap bargains, of breathtaking sunsets, of sand, of making new friends, of delicious fresh seafood dishes, of the sea, of beautiful sceneries, of scary street hagglers, of amazing architectures, of friendly locals, of a different culture, of beautiful artworks, of life stories, of learning, of seeing, of an experience, of a fond memory.























i left my heart by the beach, where the sun rises and sets everyday, where people of different stories come together, where my footsteps were long washed away by the strong waves into the vast seas.-melaniehwa.

ps. sorry for the uber late post and also the pictures for not being in order. its 4.30am now and i just have to get this up before i procrastinate further. anyhow, more pictures on my tumblr!

Inspirations.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

# 75. Madonna's Vogue Parody.

Hey readers! Once again, I need your help. =) Please do click on the link below to share this video that me and my friends came up with for our assignment. It's Madonna's Vogue Parody. Have fun watching it!



I sure do how you will enjoy this video as much as we did in making it. Please do help me share the link and spread the news. Have a great day ahead of you!
Toodles~

Inspirations.

Friday, October 1, 2010

# 74. Imagination.

photograph by FikreesProject.

i used to see aeroplanes as huge big birds, roaming the skies freely. i used to squat beside every rose and lily that i can find, trying to listen to their conversation amongst themselves. i used to think that big buildings and skyscrappers might just stand up and walk away when they get bored of the place. i used to secretly wish to be a princess with long silky hair, dressed in beautiful long dresses, waiting for my prince charming to appear on his white horse. i used to think that both my parents are secret superheros. i used to think that there is someone out there, trying to get me, whenever i'm alone. i used to act and create my own stories based on computer games that i played. i used to jump from tiles to tiles as though i'm a chess piece. i used to act as like indiana jones and dig holes in my garden in hopes to find dinosaur bones or treasure chests. i used to believe that nothing is impossible. i miss my very first best friend, my imagination.

funny how people used to have so many ideas when we were younger and the word impossible never seemed to exist. but as we grew, everything seemed to be going towards the other side of the chart. its not that as we grew, we lost our creativity, but we've lost the belief in our own imagination. every child's very first best friend is their imagination. it is imagination that introduced us to the new world, that taught and nurtured us, that kept us occupied and entertained, that makes us believe in the impossible, that makes us strong. but growing up, has stripped us of that belief. theres no reason why as we grow, we should let go of the impossibles. no reason why we can't jump on tiles in the shopping mall, as chess pieces with our friends. no reason why we should lose our innocence and not be a child again. let go of everything and be easily estatic about life like how a child is because, that kid inside of you and me, is still there deep down inside.


Inspirations.