glowing red pimple

more party pictures thanks to viv

"what wound has not healed but in degrees..."

the rain seems to have decided to make herself my enemy
once again
the heavens opened down on us
and the sun ran behind the clouds of shelter
and glorious tanning plans had to be shelved
which left me idling around the house
with absolutely nothing on my agenda
which i must add is immensely bad for my diet plan
(i tend to get hungy when left to my own devices.)

so after a morning of magic schoolbus
i picked up my first thrashy novel of the year
and settled down among the hidden riches of nora roberts
not that painful a read though a tad too whimsical and lovelorn for my liking
i have most certainly outgrown sappy pathetic love stories,
towering hunks and halpless beauties.
but it has left me longing for my own. ):
left alone in silence for too long and the mind wanders.

i HAVE to start working on my script soon.

like now..

now now.

sounds of gunfire

so its just another day,
and i am 19.
into the last year of my teenage life
onto the threshold of adulthood.
goodbye to youth and innoence
(which have actually departed eons back)
and i shed the security of school uniforms
to explore and contest the colours of university life.
alone.
no less.
but i shall leave that for some other time.
so this is where everything starts getting exciting.
or does it?
i'm actually hoping for life to settle down
and take on a comfortable,
much less dramatic pace.

golden sparklers

just maybe i am the luckiest girl in the world.

photos

countless stars shone fiercely down
illuminating the dark night
i have never seen them as clear
or as bright
twinkling and smiling
i could almost believe it was especially for me.

so everything didnt turn out perfect
there were the minor glitches that come even with the most perfect of plans
but hey i would like the believe that everyone had a great time
i know i did.
just having everyone take the time to come down
have all the people i love around me
that as the best present one could have.

the sparks flew in all directions

dispelling the shadows

together with the glow of the candles

dimly lit up our faces

radiating in happiness and joy

the last strains of happy birthday fade into silence

the sparklers burn themselves out

a deep breath

and the flames extinguish

but the fire and joy in my heart is still burning

the light reflected on my face

abby vivien weiwei edith lingli
lijie thesister
sanchia dylan frances
angelo ben julian yewteng junwen
aunty leslie angelo's parents
mummy daddy

thank each and everyone of you
i love you all.

rainbow coloured skirt

much to my dismay, the sky decided to shed her tears over the earth today so i had to give my sentosa plans a miss. fortunately, girls never fail to indulge in that one thing to lift their spirits. thus shopping the rest of the day away more than made up for the early morning dash of our hopes.

lijiedearest and i delightfully spent the day roaming the streets. i swear we like walked about 8km...from concourse to arab street to bugis...to little lndia...scavenging the little alleys...poking our noses all over the place..signing our pathetic incomes away...but having a decidedly enjoyable time.
little note. when in bugis do make an effort to carry CASH.
*big huge grin*
my legs are screaming in pain now though...nvm...walking supposedly gives you nice legs. right?? hahah..

oh and today marks a milestone in my life: went to thread my eyebrows!

banana nut bread

And I will love you baby always
And I'll be there forever and a day always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
And I know when I die you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you
always

home early for the first time in weeks.
its nice to once again be able to plonk myself in front of the telly and channel surf.
not to mention game 6 is on and i'm at the edge of my seat.
the adrenalin
beads of pespiration dripping down your brow
soaking you to the skin
the squeaking of shoes on court
breath coming in snatches
the constant cheering and chanting of the crowd
coupled with the thumping of the ball
and my favourite -
the swish of the net as the ball slices through
boy i MISS the game