"I'm not a born actress, as such, I care about expressing feelings." -Audrey Hepburn

Many times I care too much about feelings and feelings make up my whole world for me. It makes me wonder whether the world I'm living in is the real one. Cause I feel surreal in my own delusion more than anywhere else.

I want to play a grand piano on some gorgeous stage with a million audience.
I want to learn as many instruments as possible; saxophone will be next.
I want to dive in a swimming pool-sized of chocolate fondue.
I want a field flooded with orange daisies.
I want to teleport to Berklee!
I want a library of books with classics, and very very very extremely good books & novels.
I want to own a home movie theatre with my very own ice cream fridge.
I want to direct my own gore movie and write my own gore novel. (this is thrilling.)
I want to get married to some rich guy and be a tai tai. HAH.

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I've been terribly busy. busy adapting life in pioneer jc, busy getting my life back into pieces. It took me 3 weeks to fully adapt to pioneer. Thank God my classmates are awesome. I totally love my classmates. And I truly believe that my days in pj are going to be one of the best times in my life.

And sorry deans. I know I broke my promise for not turning up for all the plans. Especially esthergoh, waikit, and josie, I know you guys are dying to skin me and cook me in a hot pot of boiling blood. HAHA. Oh well, I do miss you guys. At least I keep the photo in my journal aight. (=
And seb, I know I'm not showing enough, but i'll try my best yea. (=
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During lit lecture, my teacher actually brought the whole bunch of us to the canal behind pj. The place was suppose to be windy and probably trigger the poetic instincts in us; according to the teacher. But, it turn out to be a sweating hot place with long weeds and grasses itching my legs.
And I wrote this in my notepad,
I gazed upon the sky.
The stars, glancing and twinkling.
I sat under the huge oat tree where the gentle leaves dance to the tune of the wind.
Comfort, I thought. The only thing I could get.
The cold wind blew.
I placed my hands to my lips as I exhaled warmth.
Then, the wind changed its form.
It whirled without its own sense.
The leaves, followed.
They swift past and place a kiss right at my cheek.
Why, I sighed.
Why is love always intensified by absence?


What an irony to scribble that. Oh well, my life has always been one big irony. ****************