Collide;

I really should be studying, but whatever.

With the second semesters' final examinations that's just around the corner, I've been bumming around trying to get my head in the right direction to focus for it. I try, but it's an epic failure each time. I just want to press on fast forward and let two weeks zoom by, so that I can leave all the stress behind and focus on one thing:

Heading home.

I personally, can't wait.

Tres jealous indeed;

It's so upsetting not being in this picture! ):

I miss home.

Eighteen no more;

One year ago;

From presents,
to video presentations;

From cutting cake,
to being smothered (and molested by friends) in it;

From surprises by friends,
and by family,

it's funny to look back at pictures and see how time has passed me by.
To see how far I've come since then.

Last year, definitely was a memorable one.
and this year, is another one to look forward to (:

They call her Love;

My teacher,
my advisor,
my inspiration.

"A mother's love is instinctual, unconditional, and forever."

Anonymous

Happy birthday mummy,
Love you long time <3

Remember my name;

"You've got big dreams, you want fame"
Debbie Allen

The reinvention of the 1980s high school musical Fame. The movie follows a group of aspiring singers, dancers, actors and musicians from their auditions to their graduation year at High School of Performing Arts.

A pretty darned good show, if you love music and dance.

Life;

My mama once told me, that we rise to great heights only to plunge into the deepest depths of the ocean. That we be one with the wind, and let it take its course to bring us to where we are to be. That we would take that running step off a cliff only to learn how to fly; and even if we fell, we'd get up and try again.
I tend to look back at this phrase that she always told me as a little girl, when she placed my hand in hers and sat me up on her lap to tell me the stories of that of Life.

We begin as something so innocent, only to grow to be exposed to the world around us, corrupting the minds of little ones.

So what is it of Life and Its' greatness? We travel the winding road to find Salvation, to obtain the goal set in our mind; only to find ourselves crossing swords with Obstacle and Devastation. The long, never ending duel unravels itself until one is exhasuted of all his being, without the strength to move on.
But yet, we do.

We get up to cross swords with our worst enemies again. And again, and again, and again. It seems to be a fight to the very end, and after awhile, you tend to forget the sole purpose of it all.

So tell me, why is it worth fighting for?

because you never fail to catch me when I fall;

Through the four years of knowing you, you've never failed to amuse, advise, love, care, and cherish others.
Through the four years of knowing you, you've always gived me bearhugs in circles.
Through the four years of knowing you, you've never once questioned my flaws, my imperfections.
Through the four years of knowing you, you've always been there; despite the distance which seperates us.
Through the four years of knowing you, you've always been YOU.

And that's what makes you extra special.
To the four years, and more to come;

Happy 19th, my star(t) struck lover.
Have fun in Sydney :D
Love you loads <3

Simply magnificant;

What it takes;

The feeling of restlessness took over the room during those final minutes. The quiet whispers became louder and louder, and the sounds of pens being tapped on the table drowned the voice of the man who stood in front of the room.

The man looked angered, but soon gave into the people around him.

"Fine, do your little countdown"

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...
ONE.

The clock struck twelve. The crowd gave a loud cheer, and stuffed their books, notes, and stationary into their bags in what seemed to my very eyes as a few milliseconds. We all rushed out of the theatre, like caged birds being set free. Walking out of uni with my friends busy talking on my right, and my headphones being plugged in my left ear, it felt great to walk out of uni today. It wasn't just any other ordinary weekend to look forward to.

It was the beginning of our two week break.

Inconsolable;

I am usually one who forgives if things were acted upon verbally. Things that was muttered from my very lips might have sounded crude and harsh, and probably caused all the calamity, so I do apologise on my end.

But they say 'Actions speak louder than words'.
And for that very reason, I cannot, nor will I ever be able to forgive a person who can resolve to acts of physical violence when in anger.