I can feel the beating of our hearts

Love isn't about giving your other half the whole world, it's about thinking that you have yet to give them enough. It is not calculative, but sacrificing. :)

Random rantings. First week of school isn't as exciting as it used to be. Maybe because I get bored of familiar things too easily. If only... my soul mate is dazzling enough for me to love him for a century. Or I might just get bored of him. Looking forward to project works and piles of homework to bury my misery, and keep me occupied.

MISSY HIGGINS - THE RIVER

how much is real? So much to question.

Light, I'd rather not have any of it. At least it won't seem any darker when the light disappears. Companionship, I wouldn't hope for it. At least, I won't feel any lonelier when it leaves. I think I'm a loner. But at the same time, I'm a dreamer. :)

"Don't ever be scared to dream because
everything is possible no matter how bizarre."
(Jared Leto)

Happy Birthday Troy! :)

Hope you had a happy birthday spent on Sunday ^^

overwhelming ecstasy

I can't really control my thoughts these days. It's as if imagination is a child within me, eager to break free. Apart from my infactuation of that stranger on stage, I am starting to envision scenarios which are far from reality. Even my dreams are becoming more colorful, yet I don't remember them.

Back to the topic on stars, I came up with a new theory. As much as how I prefer dimmer stars, I feel that I should also appreciate those eye-catching satellites. For no matter how I dislike them stealing the limelight, the satellites can be seen throughout my time spent in long car rides. As if it is reminding me that it is always there for me. Unlike stars which may disappear into the clouds, the satellites will shine its brightest for you.

In comparison with people again, the bright star may be an outstanding individual who neglects his audience but somehow, it showers assurance and protection in the perspective of lonely individuals. Another load of crap :)

"We come to love not by finding a perfect person,
but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." (Sam Keen)

If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky

Saw a moon, one bright satellite, three stars and one dimmest star tonight.
And I thought to myself, it must be him! If we were compared to stars, he would be that dimmest one. While others strut their talents, he silently aids in their performance. Amongst all the charismatic individuals, he stood out when he was supposed to blend in. To me, he's the most captivating and dazzling star and my gaze was locked on him. Just like how I prefer real dimly lit stars which blinks every now and then as compared to bright satellites. It makes me appreciate the star even more when I am able to spot it amongst that vast darkness. I'm intrigued by how different he will be when off stage :)

MY WANTS RIGHT AT THE MOMENT:
1. Revisit the Universal Studios
2. Own a roller coaster ride, similar to the Cylon
3. Be part of a musical, the casts are especially vital ♥
4. Soybean milk with dough fritters
5. Pat bing soo :)

"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are all of imagination compact."
(William Shakespeare)

White rabbit's on the run

As mentioned previously, I felt fearless while on the Cylon, my favourite ride. The scenary was brilliant! From the humid clouds, to the cyan lake, to the fairytale castles, and back to the sky. And the 360° rotations only made all this even more memorable! :D

Tooooo many pictures to post! :P View them on my facebook :)

























While on my way home, I reminscened on how I love to walk in the dark. Maybe cause I hated attention, even by street lamps >.< and it allows me to better gaze at the stars :D A tiring day it's been, and today, I fell in love with a make believe character.

"Are you sure that we're awake? It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream."
(William Shakespeare)

many moons have come and gone

Found a few artistic shots from my parents' albums :D





And here are some lovey dovey scenes ♥

"Never regret anything because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted."
(MeerKats)

Solace for the disillusioned

I like being away from civillisation, from school, as it makes me more clear-minded and contented. Without the influence of materialistic or work-driven people, I am able to appreciate people and things more easily. Such as looking at a person's flaws as part and parcel of life, rather than brooding over it and growing a dislike towards that person.


Over my four years in elementary school and my first year in poly, I realised that I started to see people with my eyes and not my heart. I critise people mentally whenever I pass through crowds and judge their actions. I became more prone to complaining about things and events.

Now that I'm having my holidays, I will cherish the distance that I am away from all this hateful change. Ironically, the people who are a galaxy different from me, are the ones influencing me in a negative light.

"I live in a place full of people pretending to be something they’re not.
But when I talk to you, I am the person I want to be." (A Cinderalla Story)

Requiem of Memories

Many times I try to remember the past events in my life but realised how empty my memories were. I fail to remember the contents of subjects, interactions with aquiantances or loved ones and sometimes even my past thoughts or decisions. Only people. I remember only faces and names, which makes it even more heart-wrenching as the stories I had with them seemed like they had been erased out. Hence, I hardly remember the details of the past which arises up in conversations with the people around me; the joy, sadness, disappointment and excitement we have been through together.
Eventually, I came up with a theory for my lacking empathy. Assuming that we all have our own pool of memories in our head, so I supposed that mine is an ocean. And so my memories sinked in deeper than expected, which in turn is harder to retrieve when I try to. :)
Closer to reality, people know it as Amnesia.

" Every man's memory is his private literature "

All I want for Christmas is you

An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love, Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Papa,
Don’t dig up that garden. That’ s where the bodies are buried.
Love, Vinnie

At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you, Vinnie

"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other."
(Audrey Hepburn)