Signature of the Week [1]

Name of Signature
Christmas Wish

Jessica – All I want for Christmas…is you…

What other inspiration do I need to make this siggy other that it being Christmas? Nothing, just that at that time, my heart was aching for a certain person to come back into my life, to spend my time with, the only person that I wanted to see for Christmas…is also the only person I won’t be able to see…at least not for now…as it says in the siggy, “All I want for Christmas…is you…” for now and for always.

Directed at who?
To a certain someone who I’ve known since April…as well as all the important people in my life, you all mean the world to me, hope you all got all you have wished for this Christmas.

Amount of time to make it?
2 Days and a half, couldn’t figure out the tutorial till I changed from Photoshop CS2 to ImageReady CS2 XD

Anything else?

Yes, this siggy is actually an animated siggy, incase you can’t see it, it actually has snow falling down in a smooth manner, couldn’t be more perfect. And also, I made this siggy simple because I like to do things in a simple way. Too much isn’t always a good thing you know ^_- so goes the saying “Quantity isn’t Quality…”


The Bride, the Witch and the Dress

There once was a madly in love couple, a rich girl and a dirt poor boy, the fact that the guy was poor was enough to make the girl’s parents balk at the thought of their precious lil girl marrying into poverty. thus they forbade their request to be married when he (the poor guy) asked for their little girl’s hand in marriage. Dejected, the couple decided that to be together, the only choice is to elope as soon as the chance arises.

And that chance DID arrive, while picking up their suits at the wedding dress and suit shop, the groom decided to walk across the “not-so-busy” street to get his beloved one a bouquet of flowers. But unbeknown to the excited groom, a speeding car came out of nowhere and “WHAM!!” giving a new meaning to “Pop goes the weasel”, the groom’s good intention had gotten him killed him. The bride, upon hearing the crash, hurried to the murder scene just to find that there isn’t going to be a wedding after all. She rushed to his side and hugged his blood-soaked limp body close to her and cried in anguish.

At night, after she was taken home by her parents and tucked into bed, her parents went off to bed as well, relieved that their only daughter did not throw her life away by marrying a poor boy. At the stroke of midnight, deep in his sleep, the girl’s father had a dream, in his dream, a witch appeared looking wrinkled as well as ghastly with her hair flowing around her face bringing about the rise of Ju-On (touches wood >.>). The father, shocked and terrified, awoke in cold sweat, but not before the warning given by the witch to him mentioning that “You must get rid of the blood from your daughter’s wedding dress or misfortune will befall her.” Assuming that it’s all been just a nightmare, the father returned to bed and forgot the whole incident.

The 2nd night however, the mother had the same exact dream about the witch and the warning about the tragedy that was about to befall her daughter if the dress wasn’t cleaned. Being a logical woman, the mother ignored the warning as well and went back to bed without thinking twice.

On the 3rd night, the witch turned her attention to the girl, appearing in her dreams, the witch instructs the girl to wash her wedding dress for a great misfortune will befall her if she fails to clean the dress of all the blood stains, after conveying the warning, the witch vanished and the girl awoke in cold sweat. Since it was the girl’s own life at stake here, she decided to believe the witch in her dreams and starts the day with washing her wedding dress. It was a tedious chore as the blood stains on the wedding dress had seeped into the dress making it difficult to get rid of the stains. With all her might, the girl washed the dress as clean as it could get but there was a small patch left on the dress where the blood stain was being as stubborn as a bull and wouldn’t was off.

When she went to sleep that night, the witch approached her again predicting her impending doom if she does not find a way to get rid of the remaining blood stains. And so, the girl began her day by washing the dress again, but to her dismay, the blood stain would not go away. Days passed by as the witch reappeared in her dreams nightly and the girl washing the dress daily, but nothing seems to be able to get rid of the stubborn blood stain.

Exasperate, the girl decided to give up and give in to her fate of impending doom and await the time she would be reunited with her loved one. Just as she gave up, suddenly the doorbell rang, bringing a sudden tension in the air as the girl wonders if that was her impending doom awaiting her at her door. Cautiously, the girl went and open the door slowly. Gasping in shock, she finds the witch in her dreams to be standing outside her door.

The witch with her hair flowing around her, her wrinkled skin sagging her face makes her look as though she was the wicked witch of the west. The girl upon sighting the witch, back up further into the house, the witch, not missing a beat moves forward towards the girl in a menacing look, staring her down with a grumpy cum evil cum obsessed look.

The end felt near when the girl felt herself backed into a wall without an escape route for all the exits have been blocked by walls without a window in sight (yes, there weren’t any windows to the house, curse her bad luck). The witch, just stopping short of her glared at the girl and reached into her over-sized robes and starts to bring out something resembling a box…”a box of doom?” thought the frightened girl as she places her hands in front of her to ward off what was coming to her when suddenly, the witch hands the girl a box of……detergent!!

“Use THIS to get rid of the stains you silly girl!!!”

*Pauses to let the surprising ending sink into the readers shocked minds*

Now, how was that for a story? Surprising hmm? I was surprised too when my brother decided to share this story with the family during Christmas Eve while we were in a restaurant having dinner. I have to admit, I was expecting a different ending as well. Imagine my incredulous expression when my brother ended the story abruptly with the 2nd last phrase “when suddenly, the witch hands the girl a box of…detergent!!” -.-;;;

You can just imagine the silence that ensued after my brother finished his story, yes, even the people from the neighboring tables were listening intently to the story. Oh what a shock we had when he ended it. But it was funny nonetheless after recovering from the shocking ending.

And that’s all there is…there isn’t anymore…(taken from Madeline)

A New Beginning

Current Mood: Not in the mood to give pretty words…

Well, here it is…the beginning of the story of my life…true facts…typed…not written…in the computer…not a leather-covered book, locked in a drawer somewhere…but in the World Wide Web (WWW)…for all to see…how scandalous!!

Not only would my life story be exposed to all to see here, I shall try my very best to make it as harsh and cruel as possible knowing all you readers prefer scandalous truths rather than innocent lies. My blogging here is NOT, I repeat, NOT to satisfy your thirst for dirty blood but to satisfy my need to find a place to keep all the happenings of my daily life away from the scourging hands of my nosy parents.

Stuff that is written in here would be all true and nothing BUT the truth, except that names will be changed and locations will be summarised if necessary. All facts will be written to the exact truth and nothing will be censored. That being the case here, people under the age of 18, and people who are both physically and mentally virgins are highly advised NOT to read this blog. Nor should those who are weak at heart and mind read this blog. This blog is certified to be harmful and damaging to those mentioned before by the institute of Perverted, Evil, Sadistic, and Traumatising Society (PESTS – no evidence has been presented saying that I created this Institute). So please, if you can’t handle the bitter, cruel truth…leave with haste.

After all is said and done, the true blogging shall begin and perhaps you may begin to open your eyes to all the ugliness that is here and see the true beauty behind all these lying facade. Perhaps you’ll be able to live with yourself after reading this blog, who knows, it might just happen to any one of us out in the real world and could, maybe, possibly, safe us from sinning against ourselves using our better judgments.

So read on, if you dare, perhaps even comment on them if you dare. Because in the end, all that matters to me, is what I think and not what you think of me that’ll hold me back from typing anything and everything I saw fit to be posted online and for all to see…


† The True Beauty Seeker †