Tell me again why I love basketball.
IT'S AWESOME.
and that, is an understatement.
agree with me on that, kwx.

School has been the usu. lately,
though stress is settling down.
School immersion programme has been FUN.
I SO BADLY WANNA HOST THOSE KOREANS.
They look cute with their SUPER BOB HAIRSTYLES & their TOWERING FIGURES.
bought subway cookies for them,
I doubt they've ever tried it.
I mean, they gave me WANG WANG and said that it was a cookie.
Oh well. At least the wang wang was nice.
Btw, DAMN THAT CHEM SPA.

I fell into your arms.
You caught me, again.


Shut up and smile:)

THEY NEED A STARBUCKS DELIVERY TRUCK. LIKE SERIOUSLY.

Rain from the heavens.
On the basketball court
Dancing.
this is me.

你走了太久一定很累
他错了不该你来面对
离开他就好 就算了心情很干脆

他其实没有那么绝对
远一点你就看出真伪
离开他不等于你的世界会崩溃
转个弯你还能飞

就别再为他流泪
别再让他操控你的伤悲
就算有一点语委 点点后悔
也不要太狼狈
他不值得你的泪
把那遗憾丢在大雨的街
以后管他是谁。

Rushing and racing
and running in circles
Moving so fast, I'm forgetting my purpose
Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning
Getting nowhere

My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic
Pace of the world
I just wish I could stop it
Try to appear like I've got it together
falling apart

Save me
Somebody take my hand, and lead me
Slow me down
Don't let love pass me by
Just show me how
'Cause I'm ready to fall
Slow me down
Don't let me live a lie
Before my life flys by
I need you to slow me down

Sometimes I fear that I might dissapear
In the blur of fast forward I faulter again
Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep
getting nowhere

All that I've missed I see in the reflection
Passed me while I wasn't paying attention
Tired of rushing, racing and running
falling apart

Tell me
Oh won't you take my hand and lead me
Slow me down
Don't let love pass me by
Just show me how
'Cause I'm ready to fall
Slow me down
Don't let me live a lie
Before my life flys by
I need you to slow me down

Just show me
slow me down,slow me down

The noise of the world is getting me caught up
Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it
Just need to breathe, somebody please
Slow me down

and then his fingers flowed swiftly across the ivory,
and the room was filled with a composition so complex, so luxuriant,
it was impossible to believe only one set of hands he played.
The music slowed,
transforming into something softer,
and to my surprise, I detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
Then, the music became unbearably sweet.
I couldn't speak.

Get a grip.

It's unbelievable.

It was just yesterday when I was harping about the absence of green tea frappucino in my life.
And today, Mr Leong promised to get me one, or rather, I can claim it from him, due to my outstanding ability to do a pull-up (guys) without a jump-start.
Well, much of that muscle-power should be attributed to basketball.

Moving on, Napfa was okay.
OH YA.
IT'S OFFICIAL.
THE DON'T-YOU-DARE-SACRIFICE-TIME-FOR-STUDY-TO-PLAY-BASKETBALL-REGIME HAS FAILED.
utterly.
Not that you know about the regime though.
I have no dicispline whatsoever.


Thank you for making me your selection.

Lyrical Jazz

IT'S BEEN MONTHS SINCE I LAST HAD MY STARBUCKS GREEN TEA FRAPPUCINO.
IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE.

School was the usu. today.
apart from the part when I had screwed up my LC.
This time, I ain't being neurotic.
You have no idea how bad it is.
Moving on, I have a math test tomorrow and a chem test on friday.
And I'm having 0 % productivity.
I swear it's not me,
It's the computer that's keeping me from work.
what can I say?
SCREW MATH THENDAMN CHEM.
or would you want them to happen simultaneously?
Life's been a chore these days.
real chore.
DML.

and I'm sooo looking forward to Napfa tomorrow?

Friendships formed on the basis of gossip.
Built upon others' sorrow.
and I'm thankful for not being part of it.

I don't think anyone can actually live my life.
Because I can't even do so myself.

I need a trip to the day spa, badly in fact.

Helpless.

Doubt. Once again.
Every Single Time.
This happens.
Maybe he isn't all that perfect after all.

Beauty.

Distorted perception of it.

Paradox.
The irony of it all.

One more reason to catch Harry Potter.

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me.
Who made you king of anything.?

sorry.
that's all I can manage.

How girls always think they're special
This, I do not comprehend.
How they think that their prince,
will sweep them off their feet
and kiss them on their lips.
Living in perceived happiness,
I guess.
Why can't they just see that we're all just the same.
Too same, in fact.

Thank you for that memory.
And I am absolutely in love with Grilled Cheese Sandwhich and our ALL-AMERICAN Breakfast :)

This muffled sorrow lingers around me,
mocking at my incompetence.
Engulfed in it, I can't even breath.
Hope left,
leaving me standing alone,
marvelling at my stupidity.

I shouldn't have even tried, I confess.
This time, even ice-cream can't help.
What can I do then?
I give up.

I'd have to say,
Damn this haircut of mine.

Great appreciation to KWX,
for volunteering his time off last saturday as a shopping partner.
For I did enjoy myself.
Thank you.

WQ tee, this is for you, in return for :
"You're great, and amazingly BEAUTIFUL. STUNNING. And I like your SMAIYEZ", and that had no doubt, made my day.

Wanqi Tee, I hope you see this one day.
You should realise how phenomenal you are.
How so miraculous was your birth,
that had brought much joy to the world.
and without question, brought happiness to those around you.
You should realise how wonderfully weird your spasms of energy are,
how you make us all laugh and marvel at your choice of time.
You should realise how beautiful you are,
how your features are matched perfectly
and how your inner self shines through as well.
And now, here's to you.
Thank you.

What is the essence of love?
I ponder.
The epitome of happiness?
or the everlasting beauty perceived by the blinded eye?
For me,
there is no essence of love.
It is the inexorable truth, you must realise.
Girl meets Boy. Girl falls in love. Girl gets hurt.
Left alone, drowning in memories.
He, who once held her hand and promised of eternal commitment, leaves.
Leaving her bound to the product of her imagination.
what is love then?
fake promises, I believe, is love.

Dance.