"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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How I hope studying can be like looking at picture books and having the most outrageous stories.
Something that will scare my teachers & some friends, I haven't actually start mugging.
Yea, it's really scary I know. I'm lazing around alot and I'm doing alot of unproductive work.
So, really, I need heavens' bucket of blessings for my A's.

Prelims is starting in less than 48 hours.

So I'm here to bid goodbye for a while.
Shall be back once A's are over. Hopefully.

To hewerboy, I miss you a lot lately. But then I can't seem to accept you for who you are anymore. Blame that bitch, it's her fault. I'm terribly sorry. Remember the stars, Ily.

To fatty, my heart is unable to stop feeling that way. And somehow it's growing to want more. I'm just as helpless as you. So please don't make it sound like you're holding up a one-man show cause we are in this together. Even if everything changes, this heart still remains. Literally.

Hiatus, and good luck to me.
(Pls pray for me!) ****************