a space between the boyfriend

say Hello Holidays
and to the delighted and proud owner
of polished teeth
and the new motorola v3i maroon !

it's a new beginning
of new Ys, i just know it.


but if i don't come back
then i won't look behind me.



totally taking a self-imposed and undeserved lil break
before i get down to some very hopeful-to-be-materialised serious studying!

and to all those who were there,
you know who you are; punching away faithfully at your mobiles/ trying to make me laugh/ getting me to talk about it/ volunteering your various services
thanks (((((:
you've all been such angels.


Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

Cause I believed in fairy tales
And dreamer's dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believed in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by
And fireflies

Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
And I could bless myself in your name
And pat you on your wings
And before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud
Well life is hard and so is love
Child, believe in all these things



steph &i : WE Y THE OC SEASON THREE!

in retrospect.

about regrets -
i've never been one to look back and think : damn, i should've done this instead of that and blah,
but this year has been one that holds much pain for all those spilt milk.

i wish that all seventeen years of my life
i haven't given up all that i was passionate for and better in,
that i had my priorities right,
that i was a better friend, daughter, student, lover, companion,
that i was better to myself.

and i know how pathetic it seems to be sitting around and get all pensive
which is why it gives me much (: to say that i promise myself that would the last thing i will allow myself to do

because all the wrongs that i did to myself,
i owe myself this much
to get things back on track again

it'll take so much
and it'll be such a slow process
and i know i will fall and feel like giving up
but hope is an instinctive impetus inside all of us living here

may we all not lose it.





or maybe we will realise we won't need this anymore -

happy 18th, small one.

jiang would've said 'supplies!' (surprise)

what does it take to get THIS through,
they keep welling up.





cause time has a habit of slipping away

Out on a clear blue sky,
when lighting strikes on a sunny day,
just take me in and keep me from the rain,

words.

me &charm : WE Y SHANE !

me &huiyi : hello sunshine. flattering yourself and make it sound like we're dying to wait..?

weekends



saturdays ago, @ coffeebean. me (ignore aunty hair), hy, yz, nette




blurrrrr = actually very weird. yz, then me $ hy.




saturdays ago again, @ dxo. me (ignore gross Chio Strands causing me to look like i have short hair), hy, charm, nette bottom.




last saturday, @ timberlux flea. me (hair finally looking normal) & hy.



me (ahh! eew!) with new top and c, i love!




sorry, just HAD to put this. flower in my hair? no. pretty clip for 3 bucks? yes.


(:


(note; unglam shots strictly disallowed by all members of photography thus no sights of 'Shoves Shoulders' but really very eww shots, charm's RED face (thus no hilarious pic of random mat doing a hi-5 jump in background), feifeiness and many other mockables.)




(note: JiangTzu missed.)
(notenote: cutting hair soon.)

Literature / Economics DIY

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laced with dramatic irony,
it's more than what it seems

i did at least some homework,
did you?

where is your boy tonight i hope he is a gentleman.

in this repetitive revelation of epiphanies,
we stop and blabber.

i screw things up and when it dawns upon me this blanket of dread towers over me, threatening to envelope me within it and never let me see a miserable streak of daylight

to those i have completely undeliberately but undeniably hurt, today i am renouncing the thousand apologies running marathons in my head -

school is a mess of laughter & silence, effervesence & fear;
i am like you too.

if we keep swimming maybe this will never end


but as for other reflections; to myself i keep
i know you want to know but what is the use when
to you
it isn't
comprehendable?

i like to think it otherwise,
but deep down i know
we'll never be what
we want each other to be
me and my blind surmise
trying, learning, proving; to show
you could be my avant garde -
i really just can't leave.

even though i will myself to, sometimes.



the teachers have been drilling us, and it is so true -
it's not the context but the subtext
it's not what you say but what you don't say.


this entry came out of the blue,
and such should make itself scarce.

p.s flea today was GOOOOO:D
pictures, once again, lag.

sam! why you lose your last resort phone?!?!?!??! -stares at you in shock. guess you gotta whip out your red (spectacles case shh i didnt say a thing) tellyphone.

when we live such fragile lives
it's the best way we survive

in the midst of the current effervescence,

decided to blog about recent post-rugby & post-school foodie/ chit-chat escapades..
finally visited THE Fiesta; yummylicious, cheapolicious fab Jap food (move over, Sakae. Fiesta has taken root in my fist-tiny pumping pink heart),
shopped at THE Popular for juicylicious fruity whistle scotchtape look-alikes (where art those skinny liquid paper?! fervent search for white stinky correcting friends nation-wide!),
failed attempts to down THE Mango PurIN (& Nette's famous Walkaways),
Boy Bitching (blogs &real-life living breathing species alike),
THE Neoprints (squeals!) looking Really Retarded girls (& the Gorgeous disguised as a sole brave Boy in cool dudezz shades),
another yummylicious discovery at TacoBell!

All located @ our friendly neighbourhood Toa Payoh & Heartland Mall respectively. Very Y indeed (:

today in Lit PC we talked about fears that we don't talk about..and I randomly thought about another example that slipped our forgetful minds (occupied with physical repulsiveness) – the fear that the very moment we say we love someone is the very instant when we jinx it up and once it spreads and takes hold, the etched affection becomes the reversed. maybe it's only me, but that is honestly why I don't really say I love my mom. (too many issues unraised.)

moving on to other nonsensical thoughts, have you ever sat in a bus and stared out of the window to find the resemblance of humans with the planted trees along the highways? apart from the clichéd links with the roots, check out the stems and branches..they look like family trees of different races! (okay I admit my imagination stereotypes) the distinction of races gets more evident if you think about different upbringing &environment and sets of values. okay getting quite preposterous. please just ignore me.

oh and resounding election messages to call out for more deVOTEes carried by circling vans are innovative and cute, but it somehow remotely feels like I'm a character in the Social Studies textbook. upon such comments, it bizarrely makes me feel like I'm going to land up in another place – the jail, or something equally criminal.

okay emptiness of house currently calls for safe and settling lword sesh for a while. shall be back to blog about weekend escapades soon (when I get my hands on our shots (pun? not! -pukes. (PUN, yes.)) (okay too many brackets) !)

depressing bt1 grades calls for some revamp.


Which O.C. Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

ohs. positive various comments on her dress sense have been promptly ridiculed upon, leading to forceful shame and thus resulting in my undeserving likening to anna, sadly..

it's the fun of being human; you just carry right on although you know damn well it makes no difference.