Cher.
29 December 90.NP- Mass Comm.
My legs dangle when I'm seated.
I cry in movies almost all the time.
A smile from even any random stranger can make my day.
It annoys me when people don't give up their seats.
My eyelashes are real.
loves,
Singing my heart out. Music.
Movies, with buttered popcorn.
Capturing beautiful moments.
White roses. Calla lillies.
Writing. Reading on my bed.
Smiles. Giggles. Laughs.
Everything to do with weddings.
Dresses. Ribbons.
Rainy days. Shopping for gifts.
Pianos. Guitars.
Honey Dijon Chips. Ice Cream.
All things green tea.
Musicals. Concerts. Plays.
Celebrations that bring friends, families together.
Heart-to-heart chats. Warm hugs.
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
Christmas Gifts.
In the midst of doing my branding assignment (and listening to Christmas songs), which gives me a bad migraine,
I cant help but think of doing up my list of Christmas gifts for people.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
EXCITED.
Why must there be school during my favourite season of the year. ):
I cant help but think of doing up my list of Christmas gifts for people.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
EXCITED.
Why must there be school during my favourite season of the year. ):
Sunday, November 22, 2009
you're the best medicine.
When you hold me tightly in your arms, everything seems to go away.
The pain, the worries, the weariness.
Even the discomfort, the dread of taking my pills, and tears don't seem to matter as much.
I miss you so much, it hurts.
My body's just crumbling, and my mind doesn't seen to be able to be strong enough to tide through this.
The pain, the worries, the weariness.
Even the discomfort, the dread of taking my pills, and tears don't seem to matter as much.
I miss you so much, it hurts.
My body's just crumbling, and my mind doesn't seen to be able to be strong enough to tide through this.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Red Camp 6.
To be honest, I still can't believe that it's over.
The planning, the practices, the freakingoutmoments, the work, the worries, the fears, the tears, the smiles, the never-ending support, the heartwarming moments we shared, and the amazing responses from the student leaders and all campers.
My heart's just bursting with gratitude, and I'm still overwhelmed by everything that has happened.
I'd really like to thank each and every single person who has made this journey so memorable, from the officers, to the student leaders, to the campers-
You have made my very last Red Camp, the very best. (:
For one last time,
WHAT CAMP!?
RED CAMP 6! <3
The planning, the practices, the freakingoutmoments, the work, the worries, the fears, the tears, the smiles, the never-ending support, the heartwarming moments we shared, and the amazing responses from the student leaders and all campers.
My heart's just bursting with gratitude, and I'm still overwhelmed by everything that has happened.
I'd really like to thank each and every single person who has made this journey so memorable, from the officers, to the student leaders, to the campers-
You have made my very last Red Camp, the very best. (:
For one last time,
WHAT CAMP!?
RED CAMP 6! <3
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Oh, whatever. Scrap that out.
The previous post, I mean.
haha. She seems happy, so who am I to say anything, right? (:
And I guess instant mac and cheese isn't that bad either. haha.
haha. She seems happy, so who am I to say anything, right? (:
And I guess instant mac and cheese isn't that bad either. haha.
A stranger in my home.
She raids my sister's, and my closet for clothes to wear.
She talks about going for a chalet and sometimes comes home later than I do.
She's either on the phone, or focused on her ipod touch all the time.
She has been shopping like mad; her shopping list looks like what I would have asked for when I was fifteen.
She doesn't cook anymore. ): I miss home cooked food so much.
She probably only exchanges not more than three sentences with me everyday.
She's basically like this crazy teenage sister I never had. Till now.
I think, I call this stranger, my mum.
She talks about going for a chalet and sometimes comes home later than I do.
She's either on the phone, or focused on her ipod touch all the time.
She has been shopping like mad; her shopping list looks like what I would have asked for when I was fifteen.
She doesn't cook anymore. ): I miss home cooked food so much.
She probably only exchanges not more than three sentences with me everyday.
She's basically like this crazy teenage sister I never had. Till now.
I think, I call this stranger, my mum.
Say hello, to-
Red Camp.
One of the toughest and craziest week that starts tomorrow.
Endless work, what's new.
No sleep.
And my most awesome penguin tumbler from Starbucks. (:
(It's slightly larger than the original one I fell in love with, but still, that doesn't make it any less adorable.)
One of the toughest and craziest week that starts tomorrow.
Endless work, what's new.
No sleep.
And my most awesome penguin tumbler from Starbucks. (:
(It's slightly larger than the original one I fell in love with, but still, that doesn't make it any less adorable.)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Whirlwind of emotions.
I think of what could have been.
Couldn't help giving that bittersweet smile.
But it's all good now, that's what matters most.
Anyway.
I'm still hoping it's not true, whatever you said, that
"all guys are bastards".
Rolling my eyes and laughing at the same time.
Be thankful I'm not putting your name up here, or there'll be a million people going after you.
Couldn't help giving that bittersweet smile.
But it's all good now, that's what matters most.
Anyway.
I'm still hoping it's not true, whatever you said, that
"all guys are bastards".
Rolling my eyes and laughing at the same time.
Be thankful I'm not putting your name up here, or there'll be a million people going after you.
Was pretty much trying to fight the tears, and the silence over at the other end was just..
Insecurities, confusion, even shame.
Laughed lightly, asked random questions.
While images kept replaying in my head.
Fear, masked with cheekiness.
I wanted put everything into words, every single detail, every emotion I felt.
To release whatever I remembered, whatever I went through.
To cry my heart out, for the first time.
But I didn't. I couldn't.
What would you think of me?
Even I felt disgusted.
"I'll put it behind me."
Empty words.
Because some memories keep coming back to haunt you; some scars don't seem to fade away.
It's tiring, to be brave and calm and bubbly all the time.
Insecurities, confusion, even shame.
Laughed lightly, asked random questions.
While images kept replaying in my head.
Fear, masked with cheekiness.
I wanted put everything into words, every single detail, every emotion I felt.
To release whatever I remembered, whatever I went through.
To cry my heart out, for the first time.
But I didn't. I couldn't.
What would you think of me?
Even I felt disgusted.
"I'll put it behind me."
Empty words.
Because some memories keep coming back to haunt you; some scars don't seem to fade away.
It's tiring, to be brave and calm and bubbly all the time.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
And then, you learn,
that it is true afterall-
That you'll never stop loving someone, and if you ever do, it wasn't love to begin with.
I guess, along the way, I've never stopped, it's just that love changed, into a different form.
that it is true afterall-
That you'll never stop loving someone, and if you ever do, it wasn't love to begin with.
I guess, along the way, I've never stopped, it's just that love changed, into a different form.
Different and yet the same.
Today, I finally realised why I never disliked that character.
Even when so many did.
When they insisted it was her fault, I defended her.
"Yes, he was hurt, but no one's to blame."
Because deep down, I knew then, that, that was the exact same perception that many people had,
that was what they heard, of me.
We, are different.
It meant the world; I never cheated.
I gave my heart; I didn't wake up one morning and give it to someone else.
But in their eyes, we are the same.
Because I never told the truth.
She had a chance to explain, to close a chapter properly.
Although it has been close to two years,
I wish I could have done the same.
To tell how much it meant, to say things left unsaid.
Even when so many did.
When they insisted it was her fault, I defended her.
"Yes, he was hurt, but no one's to blame."
Because deep down, I knew then, that, that was the exact same perception that many people had,
that was what they heard, of me.
We, are different.
It meant the world; I never cheated.
I gave my heart; I didn't wake up one morning and give it to someone else.
But in their eyes, we are the same.
Because I never told the truth.
She had a chance to explain, to close a chapter properly.
Although it has been close to two years,
I wish I could have done the same.
To tell how much it meant, to say things left unsaid.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
My heart melted.
In the midst of doing a literature review, I heard the simple, but beautiful lyrics of this song.
(I didn't know it even existed in my iTunes, and neither am I a fan of the one who performed the song.)
Somebody out there, by David Archuleta.
(I didn't know it even existed in my iTunes, and neither am I a fan of the one who performed the song.)
Somebody out there, by David Archuleta.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
If I collapse,
would you be there to break my fall?
Because I think I can't hold on any longer. It's only the third week of school and I'm breaking down.
Because I think I can't hold on any longer. It's only the third week of school and I'm breaking down.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
The most adorable Starbucks Tumbler ever.
Yes, it's the Christmas edition tumbler, with a cute penguin, and it's white and red.
It's the most awesomely adorable tumbler I've ever seen.
My best friend just calculated, that if I were to get it now, and use it until Christmas is over, it'd cost me less than 50 cents a day.
Hmm. Tempting.
But I guess the rational side won. To get a tumbler and only using it for Christmas seems..
Sigh. Sometimes I wish I was less practical.
It's the most awesomely adorable tumbler I've ever seen.
My best friend just calculated, that if I were to get it now, and use it until Christmas is over, it'd cost me less than 50 cents a day.
Hmm. Tempting.
But I guess the rational side won. To get a tumbler and only using it for Christmas seems..
Sigh. Sometimes I wish I was less practical.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
(fill in it yourself, I'm sure you'll get it right.) years later.
You came into my life and disappeared as quickly as you came,
just like the passing storm this afternoon.
And though I often find myself amazed at how, haha, amazingly honest I can be when I'm with you, I can't help but feel, (a little) guilty for lying. So here goes-
When you left, it was almost devastating.
You were not only a friend, but because you appeared in such an odd way, and at such an odd time, you ended up becoming a..support system, in some way.
Which meant, erm, you were the one who gave me a glimpse of hope; whose words of encouragement kept me going.
So I guess..you were..kinda important?
Now, even though we've found each other again, there's just this voice at the back of my head, telling me not to give my heart entirely to this long-lost friend, because I never know what might happen.
I might be thinking too much, but I really can't help it.
I always thought it wouldn't matter to me, and I still feel it isn't really that important.
But I guess I underestimated the hurt that the disappearance caused.
And so, yes, that was the part I left out.
Ah. Now I feel much better.
just like the passing storm this afternoon.
And though I often find myself amazed at how, haha, amazingly honest I can be when I'm with you, I can't help but feel, (a little) guilty for lying. So here goes-
When you left, it was almost devastating.
You were not only a friend, but because you appeared in such an odd way, and at such an odd time, you ended up becoming a..support system, in some way.
Which meant, erm, you were the one who gave me a glimpse of hope; whose words of encouragement kept me going.
So I guess..you were..kinda important?
Now, even though we've found each other again, there's just this voice at the back of my head, telling me not to give my heart entirely to this long-lost friend, because I never know what might happen.
I might be thinking too much, but I really can't help it.
I always thought it wouldn't matter to me, and I still feel it isn't really that important.
But I guess I underestimated the hurt that the disappearance caused.
And so, yes, that was the part I left out.
Ah. Now I feel much better.
Friday, October 30, 2009
A Pledge of Silence.
And I, am proud, to be a Pledger. (:
I'm actually pretty happy, 'cause I'm doing something for a cause, in whatever way I can.
Basically it's not to speak for eight hours, to show a sign of support for people who have HIV.
And also to raise donations for welfare programmes for them. (:
I'm actually pretty happy, 'cause I'm doing something for a cause, in whatever way I can.
Basically it's not to speak for eight hours, to show a sign of support for people who have HIV.
And also to raise donations for welfare programmes for them. (: