It's a boxed-up world

In the past two weeks, I've inhaled countless dust bunnies and taped together one too many disintegrating cardboard boxes. Packing gets too tiring after all. But let's face it, we all secretly enjoy the chore. It's a treasure trove waiting to be discovered at the back of your drawer and a nostalgic pill rifling through old photos & letters.

Right now though, my once-colourful room (post-its, band posters and pin-up polaroids) has become a blank canvas. Absolutely boring. Can't wait to shift in 36 hours time and mess up a whole other room! Been to the new crib a couple of times to help set things up and I'm proud to say that I put together a chair with my own bare hands!

Of course, I did it a hundred wrong ways, even with idiot-proof IKEA instructions and only 8 bolts to screw in. I did it in the end though, to prove my doubtful parental units wrong! Ha.



HOW-KANG AWAITS. Guess who my parents are voting for on Election day.

Happier.

You've got such a way with words
I'm at a loss
Pulling ideas out of my head,
out of my ear,
here they come

Violet candy on the floor
So now you know I think in purples
and reds and hues of blue
Spin spin spin
Into words of love
Or was it rejection
Now I'm confused

Don't speak and don't move
Don't speak and don't move
Don't speak
Oh so it does get better,
it does get better after all.

Such a small kid at the big kid table

I think I may be spending too much money on toy cameras, film, and accessories!

Will be flying off to sydney in a little less than a day. The feeling of having no more exams and skiving off school for a week and having a great time at the hillsong conference is just fantastic! Days of music classes, awesome food and wearing beanies/scarves/boots/trenchies :) Of course, not forgetting why we're all truely going there: to get to know God on a more personal level.

So long, Singapore and it's highly erratic weather.



Hanging out with friends these couple of days have been too much fun. See you @jam, faith!

You know what's left? Love.

Think cranberry juice
and dresses of autumn leaves,
Taking snapshots for fun,
Ribbons in summer hair
With grief I am done.

Forget about the
dressing for impressing,
And eyes on you today.
I'll like to sing when
everyone or no one
is watching.

Why the chin so low, lovely?
Don't dream of love,
Fight for it.

Because all we want is for people to say,
Hello stranger,
I think I might love you.

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A week of mugging sessions has reduced my brains to mush (CTs was rubbish. What's new?) I'd like to say I've been doing fantabulously productive things the past two days but the truth is... well I haven't. More like, sleeping a lot and watching my favourite flicks all over again. plus catching up on SKINS.

Episode 7 was pure bullpoopy. The killing of Freddie Mclair by insane shrink Dr. Foster was TOSH. This season has been so intense. Heartbreaking, deep, sometimes with waaay too much of the hanky-panky... but man. It's been a good ride :)

R.I.P Freds.


On a lighter note, finally got my diana mini rolls developed in malaysia when I skived school on tuesday! Some were good, some were terrible. Of course, the 72-exposure roll that Sarah Anne ruined MERELY by touching it with her radioactive hands came out more-than-half black. Sighhh.










And of course, last Sunday was one of the most Legendary nights of my life.

PARAMORE@SG 2010

what can I say? ten hours of queueing, all the moshing, fainting, pulled-out-strands-of-hair, and it was worth it. To be able to catch one of the best bands (and a personal fave) in the world is like a surreal dream.

I must defend myself with the fact that after all the drama after the first two songs, Jared and I fought our way back in front valiantly and thus I have captured some marvy shots to share with ya'll. Scuse the blur-ness.










So here's saying hello to the march holidays! Days are packed packed packed.

So many things to do, so little time. See you guys around soon :)