Heart on my Sleeve.

I know you care,
and that makes me fall in love with you all over again.
I love you.

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"You are acting like a crazy person, what's going on."
"Right now you're straddling that state line"
"Okay..."
"You're in two places at once."

This is why i love A Walk To Remember,
and this is why i tend to disappear more often.
Sometimes, i want to be in two places at once.

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I was very mellow when i woke up of bed,
and despite that gulp of beer, it didn't make it any better.
Finally when everything cleared, I've made up my mind,
and topping it off with all the laughing at Amirah's Grill and Coffee Bean,
I felt tons better.

Thank you Bhavana, Nasri, Josh and the IN CROWD for tolerating all my shit.
It's been one heck of a three days and I've enjoyed the ride.

I've just had one of the most interesting, enjoyable, bitchy Media Camps of a life time.
The IN Crowd is the best place to be when you need company with best friends, where the a colourful string of words can leave a person's mouth every minute while playing a simple boardgame.
And not to mention dares which might include kissing your best friend.
Anyhow, i still love you guys. IN CROWD FTW!

I'm back from lovely Hong Kong,
and I'll say it was one heck of a fun shit, kick-assing trip I've ever had.

Many emotions occured throughout, plus i was running a fever on off throughout.
Pretty much a very enriching and awesome experience.
I shall make a list of memorable things.

#1,


I have came to some sort of relevation that you are the one who has made me laugh, cry, smile, or feel any other possible emotion on this very trip. From your touch, to the ways you imitate the Hongkeys, it wouldn't have rocked without you. I love you my superstar.

#2.


My dear sister, thank you for being the most awesome gal-pal who would go skinny dipping with me in the small, cramp bath tub, soaking in all the hot water as if we were roasted chickens, letting me splash you with soap water and shampoo your hair, dunking my face into bubbles, always being the one who would choose clothes for me, tolerate all my sneezing and coughing throughout the night, and being the best room mate, ever.

#3.


I went to a bar, and got served FRIGGIN FRUIT PUNCH.
And, here's the punchline: IT WAS SOME STUPID SUPER EXPENSIVE ORANGE JUICE.
Woohoo, what a rip off.
At least i didn't pay for it, Hahha, the bill was like 700 bucks.

#4.


Zouk in Hong Kong (aka Lan Kwai Fong) has no dance clubs,
just pubs. How sad.

#5.


Ocean Park is HUGE and AWESOME.







#6.


Disneyland, sadly, was a let-down. Space Mountains had zero drops, only turns.
And everything else had zero thrill.
What made the day great was the way Marcus' imitated their accents and the way my lovely bunch at companions laughed at the fact that the people there apparently loved taking photographs of plastic animals.
Cheap laughter.
Oh yes, the fireworks, were le git.
The best ever.





#7.


Cable car rides with glass bottoms are very fun.





#8.


The Venetian is HUGEEEEE. You can get lost in it.
I swear.

#9.


Guardian is called Mannings.
One word, TERRIFIC.

#10.


Mexican dances to celebrate the fact that we had ordered chicken Fahitas can make someone's day.

#11.


Shopping at outlet stores where clothes are at rock bottom prices will make both boys and girls happy.

#12.


At Madam Tusseuds, we meet awesome celebrities.
(Hahah) But they are wax, but honestly, look pretty real.




#13.


The best way to end the trip.
Being forced to eat Cup Noodles for dinner, which cost us $24 in total for three cups and three drinks.
Now i know how Jetstar makes money.

Okay, so now i feel like a druggie who needs to religiously take my packets of pills every morning when i wake up, and every night before i sleep. How splendid.

Hong Kong in 8 hours and 50 minutes,
and as usual, I have not packed, and i cannot find my god-damned bra.
One word, Shit.

Well, it's typical typical me to always procrastinate and scramble the next morning,
stuffing all my clothes into a shared luggage with my sister, and leaving a trail of loose items behind, resulting in heaps of clothes and personal strewn to all corners of my room.
They say journalists are people who live in organised mess, because they are being creative.
Well, i hope that is the case or I'll return home greeted by the sound of shrill screaming from my poor mother.
Tough luck.

Okay love ones, i.e. my twin sisters, my best friends and everyone else i know,
i'll miss you, even though it's only five days.
I'll blog when ii get back, and when i have memory cards full of pretty photographs of Hong Kong.
*sheepish smile* That is, if my photography skills do make it.

I like the joy i can find in all of you, my favourite bunch of monsters.

Nothing much has happened lately,
just the usual dose of homework to make me smarter.
Going for training, cycling up to Changi Airport, playing soccer with the boys to give me my fab body by next year.
Watching my diet to ensure that I won't turn into a fat blob by December.
Craving for parties and social gatherings so that I won't lose my touch of interaction.

It's pretty much your typical mundane lifestyle that every student has to go through because our dreaded O levels are next year and cos you wanna kickass, you're gonna mug real hard this holidays.

On a sidenote,
I'm just excited that I'm off to Hong Kong on Thursday.
It's a good clean break from Singapore's pressure-cooker reality to the party city that never sleeps.
Time to spend some quality time with Marcus and Sandra.
Can't wait. Can't friggin' wait.

“It was pouring rain, and your mum came to pick us up but the car was way across the street.. so, you grabbed my hand and we went for it. It was probably only for about ten seconds… but when we got into the car, all I could think about was the fact that you held my hand.”

-Dawson's Creek

(Though some of you ain't here)

You guys will always be my favourite bunch of soccer fighters.
You were awesome today :)

To my cute, egoistic, caring, unbelievably mesmerising lover,
Happy Fourth.
I love you.

Sometimes, i feel that if we used those words way to often,
it loses its special sentimental meaning it once had.
It becomes overused, and too much of the norm, just like the word "fuck".

Sometimes, i can't help but admit that Justin was right.
Holy shit.

I love the way you make me smile on my worst days.
I love the way you make my heart skip a beat.
I love the way you make me laugh so hard for no apparent reason.
I love the way you make the blood in my veins flow so swiftly.
I love the way you make me feel so protected in your arms.
I love the way you make me fall in love with you.
I love the way you make me want you.
I love the way you make me miss you.
I love the way you make me need you.
I love the way you make me love you.

I love you.

I had the most awesome weekend.
Halloween was a riot, and so was its aftermath.
Boys and girls all dressed up, and our faces all caked up by make-up.
Followed by Marcus and Jude staying over, watching a series of movies,
before cramming on the sofa to catch some shuteye.

One word, fun.
Enough said, photographs speak a thousand words.

( Welcome to Spookstown. )

Halloween tomorrow :D :D :D
it's gonna be epic.
can't fucking wait.

I like the sound of the traffic light ticking when i cross the road.
I like the sound of my feet tapping against the pavement as I turn the corner.
I like the sound of the trees rustling in the evening wind.
I like the sound of cutlery at the dinning table when i pass by the houses along the quiet street.
I like the sound of cars zooming by in the dark night.
I like the sound of my gate squeaking open as i enter.

I liked the sound of going home.

Gravity should not be held responsible for people falling in love.

On a side note of being extremely pissed,
today was awesome :D :D :D

Class bonding + Halloween props + soccer = Ultimate fun :D
YAY, COSTUME SHOPPING WITH LEXUAN AND LUNCH WITH ETHEL.
Can't wait can't wait can't wait.

Holidays start next Saturday,
i can't wait for my escapade from reality.
:)

I close my eyes, letting the darkness envelope my vision.
I cover my ears, shutting all the noise out.
I zip my mouth, preventing the slightest sound from escaping my lips.

And suddenly, I'm falling.
I feel the air resistance working up against my fragile skin as i fall faster and faster into the blackhole below. It seemed endless, so endless. Thoughts raced through my head as i fall down this dark lethal tunnel. After what seemed like forever, I see a surface. I covered my face as I braced for impact, screwing my eyes shut, holding my breath. I knock the cold, hard ground.

And i realised, I'm numb.

Let your arms be my fortress,
and your heart, my sky.