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Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
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#1 For my birthday [which is always on the 21st of March], I want chocolates. Lots and lots of chocolates.
#2 I don’t act [unless I’m on stage]. So if I appear nice, pretty, or awesome in front of you, I wasn’t acting.
#3 I hate (I know, I know hate is such a strong word) PLASTICS. I hate fakes. I don’t like people who appear extremely kind to one person while planning to kill someone else. Just be nice! Is that too much to ask? Be nice and I promise, the world will be a better place.
#4 HAHA, by now you should be asking yourself “Gerrah said ‘A FEW THINGS’?!” Oh alright! Here’s the last thing I want people to know about me. I love ♫ Music. It means the world to me. It like a drug I can NE-EVER stop taking! Music is the cure to everything. Music was there for me when everyone else wasn’t! Music is my life, my heart and my soul.
#5 Oh aaand! [Last thing!, I promise!] I love my Mum, my Dad, Vic (my pet monkey, HAHA just kidding.. He's my brother), and everyone related to me
-Jim Carrey-
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ABOUT ME!
H E L L O ! - my name is Gerrah Lei.
I’m also known as “Lei”, “Gel”, “Ger”, “Jelly” or the “Crazy Filipino”.
There are a few important things about me that you should know.
*SEXY POSE*
*ANGEL FACE*
*DRAMATIC, SAD SAD SONG*
This entirely explains why I sing and act. So please, if you love Gerrah, don’t hate her singing or acting, because to her, it means the world.
I love God’s creations.
I love you!
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
-Friedrich Nietzsche-
It was not a long time ago when this story happened. This story was not planned at all. It is like life, you do not know what is going to happen until that time comes. My name is Jessica and I was on my way home, as I stepped into the elevator, I found Sean pushing the eighth storey button. We were neighbors who hardly knew each other until an unfortunate incident. (Well I believe not everyone who would hear this story would call it ‘unfortunate’ because if it was not for that incident, there would be no story to tell.) While the both of us had our eyes wandering around, surveying every single corner of the elevator (because that was the only thing we could do), the elevator lights blew and the elevator came to a stop. Like any other normal girl, I shrieked and ran around the small perimeter of the elevator. I reacted like it was the end of the world. So while I was doing what I thought was most appropriate for the situation, Sean grabbed my right, and then my left arm and demanded in whispers for me to stop. At that moment, I melted. His warm low voice made me feel safe and secure. Both our phones could not pick up any signal to call our parents and it took quite some time to have the elevator maintenance people over. Out of boredom, he started a conversation with a simple ‘Hey’ and then after that, we began to know each other more, we introduced ourselves, I laughed at his jokes, he laughed at mine, it felt as if we knew each other for such a long time. Time passed so quickly because we were having so much fun and soon we were out of the elevator. The next day he asked me out. We took a stroll along the park. No elegant cutleries, no romantic piano instrumentals could be heard and there were no stuck up women in their thirties either! Our date was that simple yet sweet. Sadly things did not last forever, we both had curfews to chase but before a period was drawn that day, he dug a well-designed box and I had no doubt something really out of the ordinary, something you do not see every day was inside that box. I grinned from ear to ear and stood there blushing and dumbfound. Was this really happening? I found my Romeo. That day ended unexpectedly when I received a call from my brother. My brother sobbed and could hardly breathe in between his words when he said Mum was dead. I ran as fast as my weak legs could carry me. Tears of fear and uneasiness rolled down my cheeks. When I reached the hospital, it was too late. The next day I decided to leave (that house that had so much happy memories. The memories that were erased all of a sudden because the person who was part of those memories was gone. Never coming back.) Love had to wait. I took a flight back to Canada the next morning together with my little brother and Dad. I knew there were choices but I also knew that my heart would and should not be making any of them. I was left with no alternative. I did not allow my heart to rule my decision. I had to make things right.
-Friedrich Nietzsche-
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Thursday, April 14, 2011 ( 11:26 PM )
It was not a long time ago when this story happened. This story was not planned at all. It is like life, you do not know what is going to happen until that time comes. My name is Jessica and I was on my way home, as I stepped into the elevator, I found Sean pushing the eighth storey button. We were neighbors who hardly knew each other until an unfortunate incident. (Well I believe not everyone who would hear this story would call it ‘unfortunate’ because if it was not for that incident, there would be no story to tell.) While the both of us had our eyes wandering around, surveying every single corner of the elevator (because that was the only thing we could do), the elevator lights blew and the elevator came to a stop. Like any other normal girl, I shrieked and ran around the small perimeter of the elevator. I reacted like it was the end of the world. So while I was doing what I thought was most appropriate for the situation, Sean grabbed my right, and then my left arm and demanded in whispers for me to stop. At that moment, I melted. His warm low voice made me feel safe and secure. Both our phones could not pick up any signal to call our parents and it took quite some time to have the elevator maintenance people over. Out of boredom, he started a conversation with a simple ‘Hey’ and then after that, we began to know each other more, we introduced ourselves, I laughed at his jokes, he laughed at mine, it felt as if we knew each other for such a long time. Time passed so quickly because we were having so much fun and soon we were out of the elevator. The next day he asked me out. We took a stroll along the park. No elegant cutleries, no romantic piano instrumentals could be heard and there were no stuck up women in their thirties either! Our date was that simple yet sweet. Sadly things did not last forever, we both had curfews to chase but before a period was drawn that day, he dug a well-designed box and I had no doubt something really out of the ordinary, something you do not see every day was inside that box. I grinned from ear to ear and stood there blushing and dumbfound. Was this really happening? I found my Romeo. That day ended unexpectedly when I received a call from my brother. My brother sobbed and could hardly breathe in between his words when he said Mum was dead. I ran as fast as my weak legs could carry me. Tears of fear and uneasiness rolled down my cheeks. When I reached the hospital, it was too late. The next day I decided to leave (that house that had so much happy memories. The memories that were erased all of a sudden because the person who was part of those memories was gone. Never coming back.) Love had to wait. I took a flight back to Canada the next morning together with my little brother and Dad. I knew there were choices but I also knew that my heart would and should not be making any of them. I was left with no alternative. I did not allow my heart to rule my decision. I had to make things right.
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for,
for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
-Mother Teresa-
for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
-Mother Teresa-
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