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Name:Supriya Sivabalan.
Blog URL: http://flowersandlaces.blogspot.com/
Birthdate:05-10-99 [ dd/mm/yy ]
Mailing Address:
this one :) haha imsupriya1999@gmail.com
Hobbies:Playing the piano , violin , guitar and harmonica , swimming , playing squash , cracking difficult mathematic questions and physics. I do book , movie and series review!
What do you do in life?
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| Meet Supriya. A very talented and smart girl! |
Philosophy in life?
" Everybody wants happiness , nobody wants pain. You can't have a rainbow without a little rain "
Your Beauty Secret?
Psssh , I'm not even pretty . Hahaha but the products I use are mainly based off the Clinique brand .
What are you afraid of?
I'm afraid of balloons and fireworks [ ahahaha ] and I'm dreadfully frightened by insects , mainly cockroaches.
Do you believe in Magic?
Of course I do , everyone should. Magic adds a little sparkle in to everyone's life. Without it, life will be dull and tremendously boring.
What is the craziest thing you ever did?
Crazy? hahaha perhaps that one time when I hugged a random dude bc a dare HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
What is life for you?
Life is a challenge to me. An obstacle where it has no boundaries and a game where it tests your capability. When life ends , you will know , since you have successfully accomplished the game , returning to where you were first formed to share your experiences and scars.
Why you blog?
One of the main reasons on why I blog is due the fact that I have a few problems going on in my life. By blogging , I feel like someone is listening to my problems and I feel extremely relieved once I've poured out my heart. Besides , blogging is also another way for me to store my memories and secrets , in a way where I can look back at them at any given time , especially when details are added.
Your favorite post of yours in your blog? POST TITLE (Post URL)
This is my original story and I'd love if this is to be promoted! xxx
Questions for Me?
(min of 2, max of 5)
1.How are you so pretty?
2.How old are you?
3.Where are you from?
II. Your SHARE (Write your POST below. It could be ANYTHING!)
This is just a brief part of my whole story! I hope people would read it! I dream of being an author one fine day :)
She stared through the transparent window in front of her ...she stared past through it. Through the memories , through the pain , through the tears , through the blood. The thoughts and memories lingered in her mind , her face , cringing in pain.
Trickling down her face , were the hot tears she didn't even know of. Touching the smooth glass pane in front of her , something light brown fell at the side of her face. Without even bothering to tuck her hair back , she continued thinking over and over and over again. Her problems and mishaps were coming back to her , adding to her load.
As she was reminiscing , two birds flew past her. Their wings flapping up and down . How free they looked , howhappy they were. Just then , a miraculous thought came to her. Would she feel like that if she were dead? Her hand reached out to her bedroom window, the transparent glass pane . She pushed it gently , wanting it to open so that she could drop her whole body and finally feel ...free
Just as she could do what she had so badly wanted to do , three loud knocks zapped her back to reality. Hurrying to the bathroom , she shook all her thoughts away. Practicing that fake smile where her secrets were hidden in the mirror, she tucked her hair back and sighed. Her face was a mess , blotches of tears all over. Cold water hit her face as she washed off any trails of sadness. With one last glance at the mirror, she put on her usual cheery and perky façade and called out
'Who is it?' , in an overly perky voice . she cringed at her own cheeriness .
' Its me , Eshelle , miss . '
'Oh Eshelle! What are you doing here? My laundry is done and I've made my bed' , I said through my pale pink bedroom door.
'Oh, Ok Miss. Sorry for the disturbance'
'That's all right , Eshelle. You weren't interrupting anything'
After that, she heard the sound of scurrying and waited for a while more until silence engulfed the atmosphere again. A few minutes of wandering around her ginormous room, she heard the sound of the clicking if heels. Her face completely changed, her eyes, waiting for the sound of shouting.
3
2
1
' SHEY ! SHEY ! SHEY ! What are you still doing in your bed you lazy oaf! Are you that dumb ? Until your own mother has to come and wake you up ! '
' You're not my mother ' , she muttered through the door.
' WHAT was that ? Say it agin you inconsiderate , ignorant little twat '
'I'm sorry , mother'
' That's right. Now hurry up , we need to get you to your new school and get you registered. '
She could almost see her mother's lips , pursed into a thin line of lipstick. She could see her mom glancing at her watch and going 'tut tut tut' as though she was such a disappointment.
'Shey! What's taking you so long?!'
'Coming , mother!', she replied in a forced-like cheeriness .
She hurriedly got dressed, putting on clothes which she thought were decent enough for her first day of school. She prayed that they were nothing like those in her former school. Her eyes prickled with tears as she pushed the thoughts away. Grabbing her backpack filled with currently , only her diary and phone. As she opened her room door , the smell of pancakes hit her like a blizzard during a snowstorm.
Her stomach was rumbling as she rushed down to grab a pancake.
Just as the the sweet delicacy was about to reach the tip of the tongue , she felt herself being tugged away by her one and only , mother. She sighed , another morning without breakfast.
She got into the care , not uttering a word. Not because she felt as though everything was her fault , oh no , it was because she was too afraid since she knew what her own mother was capable of.
She did it once , so she most definitely could do it again.
As her mother's porsche halted in front of the school , the students around all focused their attention on my mother's car. This is what her mother loves . Attention. Whereas , she , on the other hand , absolutely hated it. Getting out of the car , she tried to ignore their hushed whispers about her.
'Look! I've never seen her before'
'I heard she transferred because she murdered someone'
'I thought it was because she was too smart for any of the students in her old school'
'That's a hot car'
'That's a pretty girl'
She wanted to tell them all to shut up. They barely knew her and there were already rumours? Some school this is going to be and she could easily tell it would be no different then her old one.
Trickling down her face , were the hot tears she didn't even know of. Touching the smooth glass pane in front of her , something light brown fell at the side of her face. Without even bothering to tuck her hair back , she continued thinking over and over and over again. Her problems and mishaps were coming back to her , adding to her load.
As she was reminiscing , two birds flew past her. Their wings flapping up and down . How free they looked , howhappy they were. Just then , a miraculous thought came to her. Would she feel like that if she were dead? Her hand reached out to her bedroom window, the transparent glass pane . She pushed it gently , wanting it to open so that she could drop her whole body and finally feel ...free
Just as she could do what she had so badly wanted to do , three loud knocks zapped her back to reality. Hurrying to the bathroom , she shook all her thoughts away. Practicing that fake smile where her secrets were hidden in the mirror, she tucked her hair back and sighed. Her face was a mess , blotches of tears all over. Cold water hit her face as she washed off any trails of sadness. With one last glance at the mirror, she put on her usual cheery and perky façade and called out
'Who is it?' , in an overly perky voice . she cringed at her own cheeriness .
' Its me , Eshelle , miss . '
'Oh Eshelle! What are you doing here? My laundry is done and I've made my bed' , I said through my pale pink bedroom door.
'Oh, Ok Miss. Sorry for the disturbance'
'That's all right , Eshelle. You weren't interrupting anything'
After that, she heard the sound of scurrying and waited for a while more until silence engulfed the atmosphere again. A few minutes of wandering around her ginormous room, she heard the sound of the clicking if heels. Her face completely changed, her eyes, waiting for the sound of shouting.
3
2
1
' SHEY ! SHEY ! SHEY ! What are you still doing in your bed you lazy oaf! Are you that dumb ? Until your own mother has to come and wake you up ! '
' You're not my mother ' , she muttered through the door.
' WHAT was that ? Say it agin you inconsiderate , ignorant little twat '
'I'm sorry , mother'
' That's right. Now hurry up , we need to get you to your new school and get you registered. '
She could almost see her mother's lips , pursed into a thin line of lipstick. She could see her mom glancing at her watch and going 'tut tut tut' as though she was such a disappointment.
'Shey! What's taking you so long?!'
'Coming , mother!', she replied in a forced-like cheeriness .
She hurriedly got dressed, putting on clothes which she thought were decent enough for her first day of school. She prayed that they were nothing like those in her former school. Her eyes prickled with tears as she pushed the thoughts away. Grabbing her backpack filled with currently , only her diary and phone. As she opened her room door , the smell of pancakes hit her like a blizzard during a snowstorm.
Her stomach was rumbling as she rushed down to grab a pancake.
Just as the the sweet delicacy was about to reach the tip of the tongue , she felt herself being tugged away by her one and only , mother. She sighed , another morning without breakfast.
She got into the care , not uttering a word. Not because she felt as though everything was her fault , oh no , it was because she was too afraid since she knew what her own mother was capable of.
She did it once , so she most definitely could do it again.
As her mother's porsche halted in front of the school , the students around all focused their attention on my mother's car. This is what her mother loves . Attention. Whereas , she , on the other hand , absolutely hated it. Getting out of the car , she tried to ignore their hushed whispers about her.
'Look! I've never seen her before'
'I heard she transferred because she murdered someone'
'I thought it was because she was too smart for any of the students in her old school'
'That's a hot car'
'That's a pretty girl'
She wanted to tell them all to shut up. They barely knew her and there were already rumours? Some school this is going to be and she could easily tell it would be no different then her old one.
♥End of Post♥
2 comments:
Ohmygod! First off , thank you so much. This is the best thing ever! Even my really close friends, and I mean realllllyyy close friends have never done anything as sweet as this! aww :') I cannot express myself enough just virtually , I want to fly over to where you are now and give you a big hug! Thank you so so much. Aw I'm not even pretty and smart haha but thanks so much for the flattering compliment honey! xx
You are pretty Supriya, and you're just 14, not that much of a lady... how much more if you'll be full grown?
Well, I love your eyes and your smile.. so don't ever let go of that smile, OK?
And hey, you're smart! People who read your blog will sure agree with me.
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