"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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This peekture is sooo adorable!

Hi fellow readers, it's been a long time I actually have a proper update. But there's nothing much to say becos everything else is the same. Maybe if you are wondering about my school life, I didn't fare too well for prelims, so I shall skip going into details. I'm feeling that urgency now. And I hope this fear of failing or rather not getting the grades good enough to study what I want will carry me through A's. So, good luck to me.

I've been doing quite abit of creative writing recently. Some are real personal experience and some are not. I've been doing writings for an organisation. Somehow, I hope it gets recognised one way or another. But then again, I hope I will still retain essence of my personal style of writing while providing some materials they need.

In the meantime, I'm blog shopping. And my friend will said, this is my "blonde" identity emerging. Everyone has to admit that shopping is highly therapeutic. Ok, at least it is the case for me. I'm suppose to take 30 mins break before heading back to revision. But I've been here for more than an hour. So I guess I have to bid farewell now.

I don't recognise myself in this sea of faces.
And maybe I'm living off as a shadow.
But when did this awakening dawn upon me- that I'm a shadow?
If so, who am I living off before this realisation?
This feels oddly surreal. It feels like a restoration.
Maybe what we call life is a mere hallucination
and the shadow is in fact us?
What if our entire life is just a figment of our imagination?
And our problems and pain are purely what we created
out of our mind so as to feel acutely alive?

We kid ourselves into believing how beautiful or agonizing life can be.
But we fail to realise we can never ever separate beauty and tragedy.
Because in every existence of beauty hides flaws beneath.
And since we can't make do with flaws,
we should make do with nothing.
Maybe within our shadow where
there are no beauty nor tragedy,
we can actually find our own form of happiness.

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