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Thursday, July 9, 2009, 11:11 AM
Finding the easy way out.

Tuesday was 9th month-sary. I love you (:



I like this. Almost fell for step one.

Am looping all Marie Digby's songs lately; I believe she's the only singer whose voice onstage and live is as good as in her recorded songs. Amazing , amazing voice and songs that I'll never get sick of (I think).

I'm gonna need lots of practice getting around in NTU; it's easy to get lost even with the map. It's a rush of everything these days; exciting possibilities ahead to explore.

However, I still feel like I've let people down in the midst of these rush hours, these days. I know I'm not perfect; I'm trying to hold onto things and make the best of them. It's just that, sometimes I feel so tired of being alone inside, and it's times like this that I realise, I still have yet to find my courage to stand up.

Hmph.

(:

Listening to Marie Digby, Beauty In Walking Away.

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Friday, July 3, 2009, 12:15 PM
Heart, be strong.



One of my favourite pictures. Its a beauty; all seven colours of the rainbow that were caught reflecting off some edges of glass. All, seven colours. (:

" Doesn't matter how tough we are; trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home. It changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up. But maybe that's the point. All the pain, and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what probes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up. " - Grey's

That gives me a little more comfort for the fact that in my entire life I haven't been so good, and that I messed up part of it.

For many years when I was younger, I've always concluded that Santa will never bring me presents at Christmas because I've been bad and 不懂事. Life used to teach me that we shouldn't question too much, or ask for more things.

I think most of the time I was pretty much self-sufficient.

And then came the point when I just gave up trying to be what everyone wanted me to be. Listening is one thing; having to do what others say is another. So we all learn to distinguish between things. So far I'm surviving well, if you ask me. Yet in short, it's true, that life is just all about transitions.

(:

Am looking forward to Saturday and Sunday. Baby come carry me away, oh.

Listening to Jordan Pruitt, One Love.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2009, 3:07 PM
Say it again.



Yes, I'm in love again. In love with the voice of Marie Digby. (: Lovely. Now, I'd give anything for her voice and looks.. Or maybe not. Hahaha.

It's been a quiet, slow afternoon, people are busy with their stuffs, though in my mind I'm constantly checking off things from a mental list of to-dos.

In a way I'm glad things have somewhat slowed down, just enough for me to breathe well again. And I'm also glad that we've both found our way back on track. After all, it's not everyday that I have someone like you to talk to, to laugh with, and yes, to love.

Feels good to be alive again.

Listening to Marie Digby, Unfold.

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12:38 AM

Do you ever just feel an urge to do something, anything? Right now I do. But I'm not telling you what exactly it is. (:

New things to look forward to: Fratellanza, aka HSS FOC. Yay.

Plus, I see an increase in my allowance; finally, finally, my hard work is paying off. Whee. I really cannot get enough of the satisfaction gained from hard earned money. And no, I'm not exactly money-minded. Just, happy.

And! At this moment I am craving to have just two things.

A good day out at the airport
and
a bunch of colourful oil pastels!

That would make me really happy. (:
And I am getting more random with each passing day. But, it's okay. Hahahaha.

Time for bed.

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Monday, June 29, 2009, 11:44 AM
My dreams of fun flu (flew) away.

2009 is really proving to be a challenge.

Now that my first and most anticipated camp has been indefinitely postponed, and the second one hasn't got any details in for anyone yet, there really isn't much to look forward to at the moment. But it means more time to settle everything else that I haven't quite finished. Like packing my room again, and getting all those papers done.

Thankfully the people around me are safe and sound. It will take time, but everything will definitely be fine.

For now I have a movie to catch, and this entire virtual cyberspace to indulge in. Sounds like a good excuse to bum around and do nothing. (: Please take good care, everyone.




Sunday, June 28, 2009, 10:55 PM
It's a cold, cold night.

It's insane. H1N1 is wrecking havoc everywhere, and it'd better be gone soon.

Woke up this morning feeling extremely reluctant and tired. Reluctant to move, and too tired to do anything. Especially after yesterday. Zippo man was fun; I was glad to be part of the show. Gonna be needing lots of SFJ for the camp, yeah.

Havent been able to see eye to eye with everyone else lately, and it's eating me up inside. I thought I could make things a little better; but it turns out I was just being naive. Now I'm more convinced than ever; convinced that it's all a reversal of roles and I am playing the other. That I am both the actor and the audience in my show; the one playing out the emotions and gestures, and yet the one to judge myself for my own performance. It feels very strange, you know, to think back and want to relive everything but also to realise that it takes two hands to clap? The script started, a sweet beginning, and now, it has hit a monologue. Was my performance lousy? Was it something I did wrong?

Some things just.. cannot be remembered.

Yup, it's time to shuffle things around until I get it right again. Fuck, there's no point mourning.

It must be the dark night syndrome tonight.




Friday, June 26, 2009, 7:30 PM
treasure boxes.

Funny how we don't appreciate people until they're gone. Or things for that matter.

Goodbye MJ, rest in peace. I'll remember the various music videos of yours, because even though I only watched you on the TV screen when I was about 8 years old, I still remember, albeit vaguely, when you dressed to scare in Thriller, when you moonwalked in Billie Jean, when you prowled the underground carparks in Bad and Beat It. Heal The World and Billie Jean are some of my favourites, in case you didn't know. (:

Why am I talking to myself, or rather, to MJ, on my blog, I'll never know, but yeah.

Had a steamboat session with some of the seniors at Van Tan's place on wednesday, and it was plain good fun. I thought I was gonna cry while watching Departures, but it turned out that I didn't. The facial distracted me. Haha. But it was fun, still.

Lately I find myself going back in time to view the treasure boxes in my mind. If I were to put it in a mac lover's perspective, it's something like using the Time Machine. And yes, it's a treasure box full of, well, treasures. If I could turn back time I would want to relive those moments again. I'll breathe harder, feel my heart beat faster, hold you tighter, and fall in love even harder, to quote some from Amal.

The in-betweens are a little hard to fill in, since time and luck has never really been on my side, and yet I know it will be fine.

To the left, to the left. Or rather, Billie Jean, rock my world please.

Listening to (neither of the above songs) Jon Schmidt's Love Story meets Viva la Vida.

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