"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 sprained my ankle. It was an awful experience. It took me a full 5 mins to limp my way to the bathroom from bed. I stayed home the whole day to realise I've completed all my work.

I spent my afternoon, cooped at home and played the piano...
Hummed a tune, with my fingers scaling along the piano. It wasn't any song. It was a song; my song. There was no scores, no chords, just the touch of my fingers & a tune.
Within me, all was saturated. The soak of this relief and peace, overwhelmed my soul.
I longed for that moment of joy. And like a tune, it all stopped when the last note ended. It makes me wanna keep on playing, savouring at every tint of the feeling that flows within. In hope that the feeling would never leave. How beautiful it was. I don't meant how well I played, it was the music that lingered which totally consumed my whole self. Despite how immense that feeling was, nothing could stop it when silence forced its way through to set in. The tune left and I can't control it.

Memories, it's like a tune. And a tune's like a passion. The joy and peace grow as the tune goes on. But when all stop and the silence dwells in. Everything else fades. Trying to grasp hold of them, but they vanish to air. How beautiful yet melancholic.

Every moment of life has to go, it didn't matter whether it was good or bad. No one can ever stop time, or replay it just to relive that moment, that feeling, that joy.
I may fail to translate this moment or feeling to words, or should I say no words are able to express it.


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Or else I'll be sent home like Adina. It's so scary pls. So, Adina, we gotta work something out. I need morning calls. Note the 's' behind the call.
And I need to rant a lil.

I hate WR. Screw it.
And I really need to save. I'm running short of money. I realised that I've got many stuffs to pay. Besides money running short, time too. It's really crazy in JC. And I have to announce that I finally need a hiatus from all these. Lectures, tutorials, tests, projectwork.

Everything feels like shit this week. Please, break, come now.

I need divine intervention too. Or else I can just break down and die. Ok, exaggeration here. But I think you can feel that frustration within.
Haha, ok. excuse me for my superficiality.
Josh hartnett. <3

Hot bod, Josh.

Ok, this is not josh. I just love the hair.

I promise you, I'll never do it again.

But right now, I need a shoulder to lean on now.

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I was in deep thoughts. And I decided to blog it out before it gets too consuming and heavy. It's 1am, so I'm going to keep it short.

I realised that some things never leave. It sticks to me like glue & tugs my heart every now and then. I shrug it off, but it seems that it keeps coming back to me, like a smack on my face or even a gentle kiss on a cheek. Deep down within, something craves. It craves for the truth, the reality of facades. It needs something real.

And guess what, it's my heart. The war of tugstrings playing on. My heart, it needs you.


"height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:39 ****************

BIRTHDAY WEEK !

Four cakes in a row. Man, it was hell + heaven.
Friday, fiona & shan. (orchard, just ate till our pockets are burnt. HAHA)
Monday, brotherhood - amy, ny, kenneth, jk. (Delifrance, cakes & photos.)
Tuesday, josie, waikit, neth, sheryl, darren.o, gary, estherg, many more. (Josie's place, party, cocktails, food, threw into the pool. Hell, I got drunk.)
Thursday, james & anna. (Flyer, popeyes.)
Friday, yijun, shannon, adina, mervin, lester. (Marina barrage, popeyes. Cakes & shopping.)

I really thank you all for making my seventeenth birthday a fulfilled & blessed one. Every single one of you make it big for me.
Jaded, but it was really sweet of all you peeps.

Alright, photos. Josie & Anna, WHERE ARE MY PHOTOS UH?
Right now, these are all I've.

These are my darlings. Thanks bestiess. Love you two.

MARINA BARRAGE. Hazy. But, thanks yijun for all the photos !

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