Make it happen.

The life of a desk in MGS

2012-03-17T12:43:00.002+08:00

Catherine

My name is Catherine. I am a grey desk. Actually, I have had plenty of names inscribed on my tabletop throughout my years of work but I liked Catherine the best. I work in this quaint place filled with bubbly school girls of different shapes and sizes, clad in a pretty sailor-like outfit I think they call their “uniform”.

I believe the place goes by the name of MGS.

Yes, MGS, the place I have worked at since those men with walkie-talkies settled me into a room with a magical white board and other friendly colleagues, the other grey desks. Back then, I was still new and naked, clueless and mystified because boss happened to be put to sleep for being too torn. I was on my own.

I adapted quickly because my job was rather easy. Every day, I watched those girls come and go with bags of books on their backs. I listened to teachers and their funny way of speaking – one easily became my favourite. I must have been a very good alternative for paper because girls just loved to draw on me during lessons.

I became rather popular during these periods of time which never failed to come every term. I believe these go by the term “exams”. Yes, these girls would dress me with more books and worksheets even after six, and they’d save me from savouring the beautiful and lovely sunset alone.

As the days went by and more seniors left me for prettier white college desks, I too, grew older. By now, I had a thousand names, but I stuck with Catherine. My legs rusted to an ugly brown and my screws had loosened miserably. Somehow, I knew I had to say goodbye in 2011 when the walkie-talkie men brought in my new dark blue brothers.

(Story I wrote for MGS' 125th anniversary, hopefully it gets selected)

2012-03-03T01:07:00.001+08:00

I wanted to post this because it's pretty. :')

And cos I can't post it on facebook.

14th February 2012 hehehehehehe ;)
Day in our memories.

Yeah la, I'm crazy

2012-03-03T00:55:00.000+08:00

Yeah la, I'm crazy. I'm going to blog about my new inspiration today - Bruce Lee, YES.

Love that man. I mean, what's there not to love? He's wise, he's fights like there's no tomorrow, he's a good man and he's hot. He's like a chicken wing kebab. Okay, all this aside, I think his words make a lot of sense and are very, very relatable. Otherwise I wouldn't be wasting my precious time blogging about some dead guy who died even before I was born, lol. Really, I'm not the kind who spends time on anything if it's completely worthless. (Watching tv isn't worthless okay!)

I was watching "Bruce Lee lives!" on Nat Geo the other day and got this revelation that hey, the guy may be dead, but the powerful wisdom within his soul still walks this earth. I don't think any soul like his can possibly be sucked down to hell lol, that's very unfair. I mean like, why would you vacuum candy on the floor.......

Yeah. So I loved how everyone in that show, no matter how old (remember Dan Inosanto?) or of what kind, could identify with Bruce's sayings in some way or another. The smart thing about Bruce Lee is that his words don't just apply to Jeet Kune Do and martial arts, they apply to almost anything as you name it. I didn't only see a certain kind of fans, what I saw was that practically anyone can be a fan. Whether you're a small girl who likes Barbie or some hyper-active boy, there are no limitations to what you can like about Bruce Lee. One minute I was looking at a white-haired Dan Inosanto, the next minute I was looking at Jamie Chung, the next minute this group of dancers called the Jabbawockeez (who are very, very, very talented by the way), and then the next this skateboarder with ugly hair.

What I find really cool is how Bruce Lee's martial arts techniques influenced so many other non-martial arts areas, something that your puny little judo or karate isn't able to do. Yeah, it's a fact that the Jabbawockeez dance like Bruce Lee and that Jeet Kune Do rubbed off onto the skateboarder with the ugly hair, who skateboards like nothing I've ever seen. You've gotta admit, Bruce Lee isn't just powerful physically, but mentally as well. He does things to people.

I mean, I can memorise his famous quote by heart already: "You put water in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Be water my friend." - Bruce Lee

What makes Bruce Lee so special is simply just this - other martial artists are brick walls while Bruce Lee is different, he's water. Water can seep through walls, so yeah, it makes sense that he was able to beat every martial artist in the world lol. Living by this principle can really help people, actually. There's never only one way to do something and never only one escape route. Possibilities are manifold in life because life ain't no ruler. So instead of people doing things their way all the time, people have to just learn that, NO. Bruce Lee says there's other ways.

One wish

2012-01-27T22:58:00.000+08:00

Today was yet another good day in history. I doubt I'd forget it, despite my visits to the home becoming kind of normal for me already.

Salt visits SCHA (Singapore christian home for the aged) for cip annually. To our new sec ones, they seemed somewhat bewildered about being there, judging from all their cute and helpless "what do I do" faces. To seniors like me, this is probably our last year visiting the home during the festive period, but definitely not my last time. That's why I made today count.

Every time I go for cip, I tell myself to do a little soul searching and self-reflection. Or maybe in today's case, think about the issues concerning my love ones. There's always so many valuable lessons I pick up from voluntary work, be it 1 or 2 hours of help. Quantity vs quality - which matters more, a hundred cip hours for a puny discount in a college entrance OR what you do or say?

When I visit the home, I always keep the latter in mind. The visit was short, but the difference was made. Through seeing the good old folks smile during our entire visit, I instantly knew that they felt God's love through us. A smile was good enough to show me that, even though some of them were so sick or bedridden that they couldn't even move a finger. Although heartbreaking, it was comforting just being able to be there for them.

I prayed for two ah mas who could respond rather well to me, where I had to put my mandarin and hokkien skills to good use hehehe. Although I prayed in mandarin (which, of course, I'm not used to), I could tell that the two ah mas were touched by that little gesture of mine.

I then started chatting with one of the two ah mas in *gasp* hokkien with Shev and Adeline by my side. Our conversation went from lighthearted to sincere and solemn the moment I found out she couldn't see. She was blind and I couldn't tell. I probably wouldn't have ever noticed if the staff didn't tell me. She had such a positive energy within herself that it was almost impossible to tell that she had a disability.

I'll never forget what she told me in hokkien, "I can't see anything, everything is just all black. I want to ask Jesus to let me see again, but I don't know how." The earnest words that left her lips and the yearning look she had in her teary eyes just broke my heart.

I told her there and then that I would help her ask Jesus to fulfill this one wish of hers. And I will, definitely. Tonight, before I go to bed, I'm going to say a prayer.

Wealth - is it worth everything?

2012-01-08T15:54:00.002+08:00

I believe this is a burning topic that most Singaporeans, except those filthy rich mansion hoggers, can relate to relatively well. Whether we're talking about Singaporeans from the 1900 period or the "more pampered" Singaporeans feeding shamelessly on the glittery Ion Orchard today, I think the issue of wealth is one thing they have in common. Actually, to the workforce of the world in general, wealth gives. Wealth is considered important and essential. Wealth is the soil fertiliser for any family. In Singapore, wealth (specifically more wealth) gets babies their Enfagrow niu nai, mommy her G2000 office blazer, daddy his Nike track shoes and ah boy and ah girl their Yang Tze Kiang school uniforms.

Now my question really is, is it worth everything?

What tempted to me write this up was my papa actually. We were having our lunch one day and somehow we got into property agent courses and the money behind it. There was also another thing, but that's too sensitive. The thing is, conversations, especially those about the economy, politics and life always get me thinking. I think so much to the extent where I get the fiery urge to start something. (Debate? Discussion? Whatever.) I think that's a characteristic of mine, but anyway, that's not the point.

My point is, why do Singaporeans treat money like a decision maker? Does money determine whether you're naughty or nice? Does money determine how often you're gonna donate to the poor flag day people? Does money determine whether the volcano inside you is dormant or active? Does money determine whether you're gonna be working late or accompanying your wife at home?

Does money determine who you are?

I know that being any old secondary student (Sec 4, omg) makes my main priority getting that A1 on paper. I haven't started working and participating in those rowdy and unnecessary office politics, so why should I care about what money makes people, right? Well, I have working parents. And well, this is a blog. Be thankful I don't tear blogger apart with vulgarities.

People might tell me I don't know the value of money and how important it is. Okay, then where did "priceless" come from? Every English word in the dictionary exists because each one has a meaning. You know what else has meaning? There's many things that don't have price tags attached to them, things like love, memories and quality time. I always believe that the most meaningful things are the ones that are priceless. Trust me when I say this, because if you look at things this way, true value becomes obvious.

In my humble opinion, it really irritates me when people cannot draw a clear line between money and the priceless things. Please do. Or this exploding girl behind the computer screen will smash her keyboard. Make an effort to make it back for dinner with the family when your office clock turns six, because the more you stay back in your office, the more you earn. The more you earn, the more your money fills the government's pockets. (Ah, kidding kidding.)

It's not that hard. All it takes is balance. (And a diary ^^)

OH MY GOD (continued)

2011-12-13T01:42:00.000+08:00

(Continued)

Day 3

Day 3. Wonderful day. Project FIA. Meaningful talks. Night games. Sigh. (:

I got told during breakfast that Joee, Jabez, Thomas and Claire would be going to Christalite Methodist Home, and me, HY, Serena, Joshua, Harold and Caleb would be going for Project smile.

I learnt one thing from project smile:

ACS boys suck balls at Mandarin. Tsk tsk. (Just like how MGS girls suck at Mandarin too. Okay. Except for Hin yee.)

Okay of course that's not all I learnt, I'm not that shallow. I learned a lot from the people we met, obviously, especially Mdm Majulah, but I'll have to extend this to three posts if I wanna put all of that down. Maybe I'll do that some other day when I'm in my emo self-reflection mood. I bet everyone including myself treasured the fun moments we had talking on the bus, in the lift, at the void deck and so on. I even said good morning to strangers on the way. Just thinking about it makes me smile, heehee.

Then we had talks from three organisations, Prison something, TWC2 and SADEAF. The SADEAF talk taught me sign language, hehehe. But still, that's not all. If I were to put down everything, my fingers will turn to bones tomorrow.

We had night sharing and I did a testimony in front of the entire goddamn camp, holy moly. But I was very pleased with myself after that for having the guts to go up. It wasn't easy at all. Okay okay okay FINE, I cheated, I wrote a script on my phone's memo pad......... :P But I still went up.

Night games were damn fun. HY, Lisa and I were walking around with our hands locked together. I was actually quite scared. And I brought back a wet shirt thanks to Jabez, eeeeeeeeeeee. Omg I don't know where to start talking about all the funny moments. All I can say is that guys cannot dance, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

I went to bed at 3 a.m. and woke up on the last day feeling like a zombie.

Day 4

Nothing much went on on day four, just a load of goodbyes, sharing, photo-taking and eating. (Glutton lol) And Gabriel got tau poked lol. Rough boys tsk tsk. And after break camp I just sat on the floor because I didn't wanna go home.

Oh well, guess that's my condensed version of how camp was these 4 days. I missed out other things, but I think you get the idea. Camp was fun, the end. :D

GOOD NIGHT AND SWEET DREAMS TO WHOEVER THAT'S READING THIS. Please don't be a malay spammer. (I'm starting to hate myself for posting so casually lol.)

OH MY GOD (literally)

2011-12-13T01:18:00.001+08:00

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MY GOD.

Sorry for being mad, but I was just looking back at the year and whew, what a crazy shitass ride it has been.Yeah, I'm laughing at the whole idea. I don't even where to begin talking about all the things that have took place this year, all the events I've been to, all the challenges I took on and all the new friends I made. They're overcrowding my mind, what pests. Tsk.

Okay okay seriously, enough about how exciting my year has been, I'll just start writing about what the title is actually about. (But it seriously makes me damn happy thinking about my year because it was just that fruitful wth. I'm still trying to recover from how unbelievable this is. No kidding.)

Kay today, I'm gonna post a little differently. Instead of being preachy in my posts which I think I overdid a little in my previous posts, I'm just going to write about camp from day one to four and simply let my writing relive the wonderful memories.

Here I go.

Day one of FACT Camp 2011

I met HY at the bus stop in the morning because I was scared of going into ACS alone hahaha. Then I was early and ended up waiting for her at the bus stop for a godly fifteen minutes. Grrrr. Then this guy asked me for directions at the bus stop. Camp didn't start yet and I was already blessing others lol. (Kidding haha.)

When we walked in I realised how big ACS was and shook hands with Gabriel, I think? I forgot whose hand I shook because I didn't look at his face haha. I sat down and met very funny people - Isaac and Grace who helped break the ice. Then I got to meet more of my group members, Lisa, Serena, Caleb, Claire, Joshua, Joee, Kevin and my two shy and awkward (tsk tsk) leaders, Harold and Thomas.

We played MRT to break the ice and I have to admit that I seriously suck at these games, I really do. If you wanna win me in something, choose to play scissors paper stone, animal, MRT or something. I suck balls. This is random, but I'm practising my Reversi now and I'm able to beat the computer, so if you wanna lose, pick that.

Okay I shall skip the group interaction (where we came up with our cheer), briefing, the hostel check-in, lunch and then skip to games. We met Jabez during games and actually danced for him. We played human table soccer (1st place), captain's ball (2nd place, thanks to HY), shit I forgot what else. Everything was really damn fun. Dinner was good, Caleb was trying to socialise lol, worship and sermon was even better. Impacted me quite a bit. I got a Kinder Bueno for being a nice friend and offering hugs to HY and Joee, hehe. (Even though I needed a hug more than they did, haha. But it's okay, I live a worry-free life. :D)

I went back to our dorm, got chitty and chatty with my room mates, got told that I look like a primary school kid by a sec two (SHIT), and then, zzzzzzz.

Day two

This was the day where our group really became like a group heehee. Everyone was more or less talking like friends already. Joee was stoning, Hin yee was at a netball match, Lisa and Claire were stoning too. Caleb overslept, Jabez and Thomas were the earliest guys at the breakfast table, Harold........ LOLLL.

I'll skip morning sharing, worship, and go straight to games. OH HOLY. Games were a shitload of fun. They were dirty games to be specific. So everyone got splashed with egg yolk, flour and rainwater that went through a pipe while playing scissors paper stone on a mat. And SHIT, I don't even want to think about the smell of my clothes.

After lunch we had two very fun workshops hehehe. We had to do a silent play on the character Esther in the bible and we decided to switch the roles around - girls would be guys and guys would be girls. The guys were hilarious. And I was Joee's guard.

Our night sharing was getting even more fun. I think it's safe to say that my group is full of funny people, lol. (Y)

Okay and then we went back to our dorm again, I chatted with HY until one, talking about who I like wth. (Not my idea lol. Apparently all night gossip sessions have to be about boys.) Then..... we went to bed.

(Continued)

I love surprises

2011-12-07T23:02:00.001+08:00

P.P.S. [In this case this stands for pre,pre-script] I love surprises. A lot.

P.S. [In this case this stands for pre-script] This post is a little late oops. In fact, almost a month late. And it's also a little inappropriate to be used as an article for the CMC newsletter so I'll write an article myself and why am I so luo suo? :P

Days after I chose to work during the November holidays, I was wondering what the hell I was thinking when I made that choice. A normal Sharmaine would have been daring and smart, and went for something big and bold, like OBS Sabah. OBS was created for people like me, okay. And it sounded almost like a temptation. I must have been high on crack when I chose work. (Kidding lol. I just wasn't in the right frame of mind. Or was I?)

It seemed like luck wasn't on my side too, judging from how I had to run around so much to get prepared for work. I went to Jurong point to get a bank account created, went to get a skirt and...... (woopee I forgot where else because my memory sucks.) I also had to go through the horror of asking for permission to borrow my sister's camera for video-taping purposes. That really wasn't easy. I also had to ask for permission to borrow my Dad's mobile broadband. Then I used up a week trying to get friends to come for focus group discussions, which was again, quite tough because people are very lazy. That's a very cruel fact about the world.

But I did manage to get nice friends to join me during those discussions in the end, after much asking around. Thank God.

So I refer back to my first sentence - "I love surprises. A lot." That's why I really thank God for constantly giving me these huge surprises, these blessings in disguise. They're seriously starting to make me wonder what I did to deserve all these.

The main reason why I was feeling rather down about working was because most of my friends were having the time of their lives at their other ROCs trips. Seriously, it was quite agonizing not having friends to talk to during that period.

But God gave me so many bright sides to look on.

If there wasn't a Japan Earthquake early this year, I wouldn't have made a bank account at Jurong Point, wouldn't have went to the Watsons at the basement to get meds for Ah Gong, wouldn't have went to Fairprice to buy Vitamin water, Dad wouldn't have thought of buying 4D despite the sickening queue, which means I wouldn't have money for braces. Seriously, the logic is scary. That's why I love the future, because the future gives you these kinds of surprises.

I wouldn't have found out what a great but tiny place CMC is too, how convenient the place is, how amazing the staff are, how nice their pantry is (they've got Mentos and Milo), how comfy their office is, how smelly their toilet is, how auntie Joanna and Jovis' desks are (Jovis has a dartboard and Joanna's desk is a Mama shop), how nice a person Zhang xu is, how fun office gossip is, how fun conducting focus group discussions were, how fun our final presentation was and of course, how nice the food over there is. They have the best tau huay at Maxwell hawker centre, oh Jesus.

So you know, after ROCs 3, I've only got one thing to say.

My friends took home jet lag. I took home experience. (The fun kind, hehehe.)

This is Love.

2011-11-29T22:59:00.001+08:00

Love is a powerful thing.

This sentence alone isn't sufficient to fully define it, honestly. Not even a dictionary. Not even a teacher. It speaks for itself. "Powerful" defines love accurately only to a certain extent. When we talk about the word "power", spiritual force comes to my mind. A good kind of spiritual force is what love is. At least that's what I feel up to this point. But my definition isn't complete yet.

Before SALT camp 2011, I've ever thought through the definition of love so much to the extent that I thought I understood it completely. But boy was I wrong. In reality, I've never actually understood and grasped the meaning until today. That was something I wasn't even aware of. Therefore, the past two days spent during SALT camp have reconfirmed that definition for me and definitely opened my eyes to many new lessons.

During the camp, there were two instances that were really thought-provoking for me. The first was our first day speaker session and the next was definitely the very very very powerful worship experience.

Our speaker, Ms Toh, mentioned some very powerful things during the session that I'd like to share here. I honestly found these points so real and true. So it really touched my heart to hear about such good news. One prominent thing that was repeated constantly during camp was "Love others". So my first step to loving others today would be to share my lessons learnt, whether people believe them or not.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 says "Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, love does not boast, love is not proud. Love is not rude, love is not self-seeking, love is not easily angered, love keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

Then Ms Toh said that Love is God.

And then she asked us to replace every word "Love" with the word "God" since both were equals.

Doing that, you'd get, "GOD is patient, GOD is kind. GOD does not envy, GOD does not boast, GOD is not proud. GOD is not rude, GOD is not self-seeking, GOD is not easily angered, GOD keeps no record of wrongs. GOD does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. GOD always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. GOD never fails."

I was stunned and amazed, naturally. That's when I realised I was getting closer to the true definition of Love.

Another point I wanted to point out was how Ms Toh answered one of my burning questions I've had since I was this young, innocent christian girl. What exactly is the difference between a christian and non-christian?
Yup, I believe that everyone has asked themselves this question in some point of their lives. And I finally got it answered.

Ms Toh said that humans were made up of three parts - the physical body, the soul and the spirit. The physical body is tangible, available to the touch. The soul leaves our body when we pass away. The spirit is different. It's like another of yourself, but not tangible. A spirit is able to feel and function like you will as a human, except it isn't tangible on earth.

The difference? A christian spirit is alive and seated on God's right hand in heaven. I was awed by that fact.

Okay, so on to worship experience. Yes, I cried again. (Emo lol.) You can't blame me, because it's reasonable for me to cry. Things like "you suffer because God loves you" really make me guilty. I frequently ask myself why I always get scolded and I even complain sometimes. It sucks to know that I'm actually questioning God's love for me.

Yes, Sophia had a very good point I wanted to mention. She said that whenever you feel discouraged, whenever you're suffering, think of how God actually put you through the pain to make you an even stronger person. I fully agree with her on that. There's a reason and purpose behind everything God does and that's what spurs me on.

Many might doubt the presence of a God. But the many that doubt are the many who have yet to experience the presence of a God. I for one have had experiences with God. Every year in MGS have been a living testimony to this. Not just that, I've felt God. And the feeling's powerful. You'll really know God and the holy spirit is there because it's nothing like you could ever experience.

The many worship experiences I've been to have really helped me to experience more of God's presence. That's why after being in SALT for two years, or rather, being in MGS for nine years, I've grown so much as a christian and I could say with an 80% certainty that I know the true definition of Love.

From baby cots to office cubicles

2011-11-14T21:30:00.001+08:00

A few nights ago I was talking to my mom about how giving birth to me was like. Apart from the painful parts of her story, the rest was kind of funny.

Okay then you know how every time you talk about your childhood you somehow start to wonder how you grew to become so big and bulky and annoying? Thereafter you would mentally run through every year that you've lived in your head. For me I can't keep it up there, so I've to put it down here.

So I present, the best of my fifteen years.

When I came out of mom I was the one of those rare babies that didn't cry. How many can say that they're like that huh? Hee hee. One more thing, my eyes were open, huge and staring at mom. Don't know staring at what la. I must have been a breeze to give birth to, being so dead and silent.

A large time of my childhood was spent at my Ah Gong and Ah Ma's house in Bukit Batok, no longer existent because of upgrading works, sadly. That was the place I ate at, slept at and pooped at. That's all you ever do as a kid anyway.

I've always loved bathing, I don't know why. So when my Ah Ma placed me into the red plastic tub I would get damn excited. Then after my bath I would run out with my towel barely even covering me, screaming "I'M CLEAN!" to my Ah Gong. Then my Ah Ma would scold me for wetting the floor. :(

Then my Ah Gong would take out the Lego and I will build houses.

Then when I was too alive to sleep I would jump onto my Ah Gong's bed when he was about to sleep and dream of trampolines. He used to sing chucka-chucka-choo-choo with me while staring at the ceiling. And then one day would pass.

Then when I was feeling bored I'll wear my Ah Ma's over sized wooden clogs and hide in between the laundry out at the balcony. Ah, good times.

When I went to Kindergarten it must have been like a theme park for kids. Hee hee. I remember there was delivery from some mystery man one day and I stole the cardboard box together with my friends, drew a lousy air-con and window on the inside of the box and locked ourselves in there.

When I started Primary one in MGS my first achievement was winning a packet of cheese balls from my form teacher for killing the stupid lizard in the cupboard with the broom. And I don't know why I'm so scared of lizards now. Ah and last time red bowl noodles only cost 60 cents. And the bookshop sold country erasers I always bought and played with. And the scented highlighters that smelled of grape, banana, apple, orange and lemon. My favourite was grape and I hated lemon. And then came water babies. And then came blu-tack lamian- okay my paragraph is too full.

Then when I started Sec one I cut my hair which made me look like a weirdo. (A neat weirdo.) Actually I cut it when I was in Primary five. Macs at King Albert Park was an alien place to me until I went in and screwed up my order. Embarrassing memories are the ones you keep.

And then when I turned fifteen.............................................................................................................

Fast forward.

And then today I'm wearing heels to work and getting blisters. Smart girl. When you grow older do you become more stupid? I wonder.

I secretly dream of...

2011-11-05T00:41:00.002+08:00

Today I'm going to do a short but (hopefully) fun blog post. Call it a poem if you will. And it won't be so secret anymore once I type it out here, so just shelve my title.

Here I go. (:

I secretly dream of (not in order)...

1) My favourite singers. (Literally) And the dreams can last for hours. But they're not sick dreams. They're just lovely teenage fairy fantasies. Okay, I think I should stop here if not I'll sound like a lovesick fangirl. I have a life, okay.

2) Becoming an inspirational speaker. I've always wanted to touch hearts with the experience I have. I even create impromptu speeches in my bathroom sometimes and just murmur them to myself. Maybe I don't have that much experience yet, but I'll definitely pick up more experience along the way as I grow older. This is also part of my love for helping others.

3) Someone in my life, be it present, past or future to tell me SOMETHING. I'm not going to reveal what that something is. I'll leave it for fate to decide. Oh look, I'm still quite secretive (;

4) Having that happy ending. Oh pshhh, what girl wouldn't want that?

5) Exams. Yes, I dream of me writing on exam papers. Sign of stress?

6) Fame. Myself performing on a big stage in front of a hugeeeee audience. Even though chances like that are one in a million.

This list is endless. I'm tired. G'night.

Dreams

2011-10-21T14:29:00.001+08:00

Last night I had a horrible dream. Like, really horrible.

I dreamt of 3 of my close friends dying. They say that dreaming of a loved one dying is a symbol that you lack one of his/her's qualities. Okay, I think I know what it is. Sigh.

Anyway, virtual dreams aside, let's talk about my real dreams, like my dreams for the future, those that will determine my place in the society.

There are a million and one things I want to do when I'm old enough. I even have a list. But I'm not sure if Blogger has a limit for their posts because it's damn long. Am I ambitious? You could say that.

For my career I'm okay with anything to do with the media industry. But I'd be an idiot to start off in Singapore. No one really appreciates local TV shows or movies here. Only a minority. Of course I'm not obsessed with getting noticed, but I don't want to waste my time doing something that won't get me far. I'd rather direct or produce a movie than act in it. Because I love writing, I'd also be okay with being a columnist or journalist. I think those are pretty cool.

No one knows it, but I'm pretty fascinated by the sea. The sea is just this amazing, vast, pool full of things you can never see in person. I mean if you go 5000m below sea level you'd probably die. I don't even know how deep the sea is and that's what I wanna find out someday. Deep sea creatures like the angler, vampire fish and electric eel amaze me.

I love interacting with people. And I love boasting that Singapore has a beautiful Ferris wheel that lights up at night. Combine those two, and you'd get tour guide. Yes, I wanna be a tour guide. Don't judge me. This is another secret, but I want to be a counsellor. There's just this thing about helping people and giving me advice that I really like. I was just talking about volunteering to speak to suicidal patients anytime now. But my mom told me that I'd have to know dialect or else the patients might go "biaokin, wa ke si!" Then they'll jump down.

I love animals. So bring me to the zoo. But I'll be sick of the smell within a week. Oh if I work at the night safari then it'll take two weeks. Because it's cold at night.

I love travelling too, so when I was younger I'd constantly dream of flying on an SQ plane with my hair bunned up and my body adorned in those pretty kebayaks. (Did I spell that correctly?) But this dream was kind of crushed by my genius lit teacher who told me that drunk passengers like to handle boobs. So I guess being a tour guide would suffice.

I'd also love to have high paying jobs like a surgeon or doctor, but those are totally out of the question. The things is, I like watching dramas and the human body being opened up. Nah, kidding. It's just very fascinating and I'm not prone to puking.

I don't mind owning a bakery either, because one, I LOVE baking, and two, I love doing business. In fact, my sister and I used to own a "bakery" called SH delicious treats when we were younger, operated over phone and sms. The only ever business we had was a box of 12 muffins sold to my uncle. But when I think about that now, I wonder what our loss was, because we kept on giving discounts. I am a hundred percent sure that we didn't even make a profit. Ah, kids.

I know this list is longer, but I have absolutely no energy to type everything out.

The things that are completely off this list are sit-in-the-office-cubicle type of jobs, teacher, boss blah blah blah. I want my life to be interesting.

That time of the year.

2011-10-13T18:00:00.001+08:00

So at the start of every October I go through hell. Then at the end of every October things change.

And when things change I tend to forget all the hell I've been through and just think about the year as a whole. Of course that's not the only thing I do. I do other crap like shop, watch movies (usual girl things), tweet, chat, exercise, sing, dance, write, fantasise about skydiving, SLEEP, but that's not the point.

Point is, I'll probably be reliving my precious memories through this post, so don't blame me if things start to get all fluffy and perfect. Of course I have bad memories, but those aren't worth remembering. If you ask me, I'd rather save all my brain space for the happy ones. I always stick to believing that right now, on earth, we need to experience happiness. Death is inevitable, so when we die we'll be deprived of the chance to ever experience happiness again. So why not treasure the chances we have now?

Back to the memories.

I remember finding out my class at the end of last year through the school email. After a bad 2010, I was hoping history wouldn't repeat itself. I got the wonderful news that my good friends were with me and what really comforted me was the fact that it would stay this way until we graduate. Now that was a good way to start the year.

This school year for me has, without a doubt, changed my life in so many ways. I thank the school for organising these priceless class-bonding activities. OBS makes it into my hall of fame without a doubt. It was by far the best thing I've ever experienced. And honestly, I think I would die for a chance to go back there again. A couple of hours of rock-climbing and kayaking would be quite perfect. They say it's the hardest stepping stones you remember and I gotta say that I agree fully.

You know, the year has really forced me to come out of my little shell and make more friends. Right now, I think I'm probably friends with the whole 3E. And of course, I treasure the other friends I ever got the pleasure of meeting this year, last year and every year I've lived. I'll never forget all of my friends.

So June arrives. Then July. And after half a year goes by, you always wonder why time passes so quickly. July 15th and 16th. RYC. I was grouped with Sheryel and other lovely people I had the chance to meet. I met even more during my meaningful CIPs at highpoint. Up until this point, I think I lost count of how many great people I met this year.

Then September arrives, and the next thing you know, October arrives. I turned fifteen in the funniest way. Then I realised how simplicity actually creates the best memories, unless you're a materialistic dick. Celine, thanks for being the first to wish me on the phone even though twelve midnight isn't an appropriate time under the circumstances. I'll always remember how you counted the minutes.

Now, it's mid October. In 2 days time I'll be proud of the fact that my sister would grow a year older. Strangely, it feels like I cannot get enough of the ending year. So many wonderful things have took place this year and a mere blog post isn't enough for me to describe this amazing year.

But hey, ROCs has yet to arrive. I shall wait until November. There'll be more.

5th October. 10:38.

2011-10-05T22:38:00.001+08:00

Okay. I've finished with the day's revision, my head's on the verge of explosion, my hands are numb and my eyelids are heavy. About time I relaxed (I think). I thought I should sit down for a good old five minutes just to write. I don't write about crap usually, so my blog isn't really considered a distraction. Writing actually helps me to find my center and calm my nerves, so I guess it would be the perfect remedy for this killer stress trying to suck the life out of me.

Where do I begin. Exams have been good so far, but I have a feeling that tomorrow will definitely be the cause of my sad demise, judging from the way I couldn't even keep awake while revising for tomorrow's papers. Friends, you can prepare for my funeral.

Oh, I'm really just waiting for Friday. Once Friday comes I can make up for all the sleep lost and of course, practise my Chemistry until I have not a single question left.

This is beginning to sound boring, uh, how do I add life into this blog post? It sucks.

Oh, I ate ice-cream just now.

I'll end here?

When I write

2011-09-24T13:24:00.002+08:00

I always feel that writing somehow lifts my spirits. When I write, I feel like I'm talking to a friend. The pen will be my mouth, the book my friend's trustworthy ear. Well, for a blog, it's the keyboard and dashboard respectively. Whether I'm writing the old-fashioned way or the express way we normally do in today's advancing world, I still express all my emotions successfully through this significant way of communication. Writing makes me happy - that's cliche.

You know what writing is about?

Writing lets me see the world through another perspective, an ability that most teenagers nowadays lack. Writing has ripened me. You know, most authors dedicate their books to someone at the start. That's because they write with someone or something special in mind. It could be a message or an idea they want to convey. So, no one writes without a purpose.

I guess it's because I've been through so much in life that I want to pour out all my experiences and shape them into enjoyable stories. When people read my writing, I get the kinds of reactions I want - smiles, warmth, "you made my day", sometimes frustration, anger, often because I can't write long enough to please. But when I share my stories, the only thing I want is for people to smile.

Mama, I'll write more for you, because I'm aware of how proud you are of me for singing and writing. But most of the time, I do it for you already. When I was up on the stage singing you raise me up in 2009, knowing that you were in the audience rooting for me gave me confidence to pull through the anxiety. I'll never forget the one thing you said to me after my performance - "I'm so proud of you." That's why I thank the Lord everyday for giving me someone like you. I have no frickin idea what I'll do without you. (:

Ah look, I'm already shedding my tears of joy.

Dearest Moomy, someday, we could turn our lives into a book, and it'll have a happy ending.

Emotions.

2011-09-07T20:01:00.001+08:00

3 more days to an exciting day.

A month more to another psycho period of exams.

Words cannot describe the intense excitement I feel towards the coming of 10th September. I mean, heck, it's SHINee World day, what do you expect? But let's leave that aside, and let's talk about the fact that oral starts days after that, which makes me kinda worried, honestly, because after oral, comes the papers. I've been constantly having a runny nose on those days where I'm supposed to study. Coincidence? I think not. Shitty situation? Likely.

My eyelids feel heavy even though I slept 12 hours last night. I'm telling myself that I should continue with math after dinner. Kay, yes. I'll continue after dinner. Shevonne tells me that there's a quick one minute way to "make your arms smaller" which she saw from tv. I repeat, tv. I doubt it. I think ideas like that are too good too be true. On the other hand, if you do convince me, you convince me.

I'm going out for thai food again later, you know, being the crazy person I am. I could do that for Japanese food. I mean, going out consecutively for Japanese food. Scary, but doable. (:

So I'm gonna end here. I've nothing else to say.

King of anything~

2011-08-23T18:24:00.001+08:00

Yeah, I fell in love with the Sara Bareilles charmer, so my blogpost title is just a little tribute to the amazing song. Oooops, I haven't wrote in two months. I guess that's sad. It's just that school's been hell, I mean, I'm just fifteen but they just can't resist stressing out their students. Anyway, I shall not wallow in self pity thinking about the sad misery of school. I mean, I'm happy-go-lucky.

Exams have ended and I'm just anticipating my results right now. I've got almost all of the results back so far. As for math and amath are standard requirements, so says mom. I worked hard for the rest, but I'm not too sure. I hope for at least four As to put that little smile on my face.

Oh you know what else will make me smile?

My recent obsession with Glee. (Okay, I'll have to admit, my obsession with sweetie Finn and badass Puck as well.) That show is genius. I just realised the beauty of the show last night. Hey, it's not about high school teens who can't make up their frickin minds on which girl or guy to pick. I look up to them. Apart from the fact that Glee kids are rather promiscuous (insecure much?), hell, they're so talented. And they fight for their dreams no matter what. Isn't that what Disney movies teach young kids all the time? Yeah, Glee's similar, just with that little bit of punkass in it.

Adding in a bunch of sweet photos. Love these.

Memories of June~

2011-06-20T15:45:00.008+08:00

Lend a helping hand - CIP at Beacon

Darren. You're gonna grow up all nice.

We never forget jump shots.

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I see you.

No, not under there.

Nothing but footprints left behind.

<3 Sharm

OBS~

2011-06-04T02:17:00.004+08:00

It's been awhile since OBS, but I think it's time I write about it. Currently, I'm suffering from the annoying OBS blues. I'm missing it badly, I feel like going back, I want to sleep in a tent, yadayadayada. Did I forget to mention the fact that I'm kind of...suffering? Actually, it's the same thing almost every student will feel as they come and go. Some might not have had as much fun as I did, but for me, I definitely had an experience of a lifetime. I honestly have no idea what the exact cause of my blues are, but there's one thing I know, and that's the fact that OBS has changed my life.

On day one, bluntly putting it, Amundsen was a sad, lifeless group - the faces of my group members looked like they were absolutely reluctant to leave the addicting comfort of their bed at home. It was an abomination to the outdoors and to our instructor Nicholas. He tried very hard, to get us together, to get us to talk, but we made him say this one same thing multiple times after looking at our faces and hearing the awkward and utter silence. Oh, his famous sentence was - "Yall look like you want to die like that." For that, I think I might have to apologize. No no, cancel the "think" part. He really deserves an apology.

This made me think that camp was going to suck, but things started to take a turn for the better at around day three. We were getting used to the discomfort in the tents, the outdoor cooking, meaning the toothpaste applying, the mess tin washing, the belaying, the climbing, the constant application of mosquito repellent and sunblock, the heat, Nicholas and his quotes and Ah Seng stories, the corny jokes, the bad habits and of course, everything the wild had to "offer". We tried things we never tried, we talked to people we never talked to and most of all, we created memories.

I can still remember the belay calls. I can still remember the name of our soup. I can still remember the stars in the night sky. I can still remember the messy store. I can still remember the insane, no-one-except for Nicholas and Yu Han-can-climb rock wall. I can still remember the only clean toilet in OBS (which was not so clean after a couple days). I can still remember the digestive biscuits. I can still remember the lightning splash. I can still remember the orange peels and the apple cores. Okay, you know what? Basically, I've not forgotten a single memory that OBS has given me. That's the thing.

Oh, my personal favourite? Day four's lunchtime. Sure, it was simple, but nothing beats being huddled under one roof with practically 16 of the damn fifteen kilo backpacks blocking the way. We laughed, we ate, we talked (Nicholas, don't think I don't know what you said when I wanted to throw my apple), we discovered YY eats apple cores and don't even get me started on the prunes, and that weird ass insect. Actually, I loved the whole of day four. Sure, it made you want to jump off a roof and die, but at the end of it, it gave me an experience of a lifetime. How many of us can say that we trekked eight hours in the forest and made it possible? Before OBS, none. After OBS, hell, everybody.

Rock wall of terror makes a good background. Guess where I am?

<3 Sharm

Not writing~

2011-05-16T15:52:00.000+08:00

I haven't been writing recently. :/
I'm just going to make this short and sweet.
EXAMS. ARE. OVER.

Books~

2011-03-10T20:19:00.001+08:00

Lately, I've been reading.

I don't just read for the sake of reading. I read what's good. Damn, what I read has to be addictive. And some books did it for me. What books? Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Once I picked up the first book, started reading, I couldn't stop. I was on fire. No, actually the pages were on fire. So far, every book in the series has been a spectacular, heart stopping read that I can't stop shouting praises. I can never put the book down. It draws me to it. I even stay up late during school days just to read it. The thrilling, fast paced action I got to read startled and drew me to it. A pure page turner. I must say, I love the series immensely now and I feel proud of it. I can't imagine what the emotions on my face will be like once I close the last book. It has brought back to me the joys of reading. Reading, which slowly left my hobby list year after year, now is on the top again, thanks to Percy Jackson. (:

Finally~

2011-02-01T19:41:00.000+08:00

What is with the weather nowadays? The windows of the house are shut tight in the midst of this cooling February. Cold mist forms on the glass surface of the windows as I look out relaxingly to the pool. What irony, because at the same time the house looks so warm and festive, ready for the Chinese New Year. A dazzling firecracker hangs from the ceiling, oranges fill the plate ready for exchanging and candies fill the container that resembles an orange. My visiting clothes are already laid out neatly, anxiously waiting for me to put them on. It's the starting of February and not June, or December, but everyone seems to be in a holiday mood. Time to breathe in the fresh February air with the start of Chinese New Year. Before that, there's just so many things I want to put down but they just never cross my mind. While I come up with the many more things I have to write about, I shall put my cake I made for Granddad up here just to sweeten things up.

<3 Sharm

Midnight~

2011-01-15T00:13:00.000+08:00

Again, I write at midnight. It's a pity our night sky isn't usually covered with twinkling little stars otherwise my blog post today would sound poetic. It's Saturday. The week ends soon. Time reaches it standstill again. It's probably time to flip the pages of my diary to see through the whole of this week. I'm awed at the amazement I myself get at the rate time flies. There's no such thing at stopping the clocks. The only thing anyone can ever do is treasure it. Well.

What have I got to treasure? Plenty. It's endless that it scares me.

Wonderful and amazing parents (Probably the only reason why I'm even here writing in the first place), beautiful friends, an inspiring class, a talented sister, a warm home, the fact that I'm able to live, God, food to fill me, bliss, water to quench me, and... it just goes on.

<3
Sharm

Memories of 2010~

2011-01-07T23:03:00.001+08:00

It has been a week since the start of 2011. Time ticks. Fast. It flies by without anyone knowing. That said, a month has passed since my trip to Turkey. I think it's time I relive the wonderful memories splendid Turkey has left me by letting my pictures tell some stories. What more can I say about Turkey? It's indescribably beautiful, and until today, it has never left my mind, and probably never will. I'll miss that place forever and ever.

Pictures, do your stuff.

<3 Sharm

2011~

2010-12-31T14:05:00.003+08:00

It's less than 12 hours to the start of a new year. It's time to kiss 2010's ass goodbye and say hello to a fresh 2011. Everyone's so excited about a brand new year and a brand new start, but how sure can we be about the new year? Just 12 months ago everyone repeated the norms on new year's eve. Students start cramming, adults desperately start writing up resolutions and complaining about work after new year's day. Families painstakingly find the best dinner places around because they worry about where they can get the best view of the usually beautiful fireworks. To me, it's just another tradition. I'm tired of squeezing in the agonizing crowds just for a few minutes of coloured lights that look like bursting flowers. (Or broken crayons) Instead, I'm gonna do something different and reminisce about 2010 in this little corner of mine.

My top 5 moments of 2010

1) New year's day

On this day everyone does ALL of the above and I put this on the list because I wonder how traditions live.

2) 24th July 2010

I met Dyt for the first time in my life. I talked to him, gave him cookies I baked, and I blushed.

3) 22nd November 2010

An annual milestone I won't forget to put down. My Obama's birthday.

4) 9th - 20th December

12 days spent in a beautiful snowy place called Turkey. I'll miss you.

5) Christmas

This year's christmas saw more than 20 presents under my tree. God bless.

<3 Sharm

Happy Birthday to you~

2010-11-22T17:45:00.003+08:00

22nd November. That's one date that never leaves my mind. This is for you mom. I love you so much. Not even a million words can express how much I love you because words can't reach the level of the bond we share. The bond we share is priceless, precious and cannot be bought at all. No gold or silver can be used to get what we share.

You're a typical mom. You do everything a mom does. Love, assure, praise, hug, and even scold. But to me you're special because your words are wiser than anything else I've heard. Wiser than Obama for example, because in my eyes, you're my Obama. My hero. You never fail to cheer me up when I fall, and when you fall, I do the same. You're strong and you stand above everything else in my world. You're my role model.

Birthdays are special and I want you to feel special on yours. Never forget that. No one can ruin it for you because today belongs to you and you only. No one else. Smile so hard that your cheeks will feel tired and laugh so hard that people will think you're mad but the world belongs to you today, so nobody can take it away. Remember that.

Happy Birthday Mom, this is for you.

<3 Sharm

Time never stops~

2010-11-14T16:53:00.003+08:00

It's already the middle of the school holidays, rain's dropping down on the glossy glass windows, making beautiful patterns out of their clear, delicate water droplets. I can feel the gentle wind brushing past my face as I look out of the window. Strands of my black hair dance a little in the cooling wind. Time really flies. It's been almost a month since I've got back my lousy results. Darn. Its november now and strangely, the outside is beginning to look like we have autumn. I see yellow leaf piles, bare branches and more.

Soon we're going to Turkey for a vacation and I'm even counting down. 26 more days and counting. Time never stops ticking the way I see it. Sometimes I wish I could stop the clocks from making their horrible tick tock noise. The other day I hated it so much till I threw my clock in the drawer. Things like that are just like signs to tell you that time's running out and that really sucks bad.

So I'm gonna stop typing now, and try to find a way to stop time. Maybe even invent a time machine. Who knows? I could get lucky.

<3
Sharm

DYT this is for you~

2010-10-18T14:00:00.003+08:00

For reasons I cannot fathom, today has left me with yet another cause to go the next dyt event. Though the weather today has been rather strict and unforgiving, it never stopped me from doing what I want to do. The sun – I’ll call it that giant merciless ball of heat, never gives up. But still I made that endless trip all the way to Pasir Ris despite the sweltering heat, the sticky faces and the non-stop water gulping.

Downtown east brings back lots of happy memories and being there fills you with warm, kiddy smiles. I made it to the front of the stage and waved to anollec and Rina. Shevonne and I sat down beside them and had our small talks that lasted all the way until dyt arrived. Every time dyt arrives, I feel my knees go weak. Seeing him from a distance was already enough to make my toes feel like they were being roasted, and I do believe that everyone else feels the same way, judging from all the girly squeals and mad hopping about.

The atmosphere was really contagious. People started piling in the moment they saw dyt on stage. His star presence was so strong and everybody was just completely starstruck. Did I mention how smoking he looked? Joanne and I got the chance to go up on stage to play games with dyt and it was absolutely fun. When I talked to dyt I was completely mesmerized. Standing beside him made me feel tiny and intimidated but I couldn’t stop smiling as I went through the whole game.

The people from the fan club shouted “Jia you” at the foot of the stage and made my stomach feel all warm inside. This got me a profresh shirt, a notebook and three profresh boxes. Thank you, dyt. The whole event ended off at about eight with autographs and the usual photos but nonetheless I still went home wanting more. All the time.

<3 Sharm

Sharm's story book~

2010-10-14T15:15:00.001+08:00

I've been writing some stories on fiction press recently and I've decided to write a new story called Lost.

Here's chapter 1!

Enjoy! (:

Lost

Chapter 1

~Night torture

I was panting heavily. Beads of cold, cruel sweat slithered slowly down my shivering face. My eyes were shut tightly and my blonde hair was scarily disheveled. I was wetting and destroying my smooth silk pillow with my icy, sweat drenched face as I tossed and turned while grabbing the sides of the new, fresh smelling bed.

It woke me – the nightmare that never ended. It was the same nightmare that I had every night since my brother Jeremy disappeared. Every night I had ten minutes of torture. Every night I saw my brother's hands being tied up by a thick and coarse rope and his skin peeling into bits, revealing layer after layer of it. Every night I felt pain.

I breathed uncontrollable heavy breaths and glanced around the room. The bed that stood silently behind the room divider was empty and neat, not used and free of its owner. Like me, it longed for attention again. I stared at my brother's bed quite a bit and pondered about what happened.

I got down from my crumpled grey bed and pulled the pink velvet curtains open slowly. A soft, dim light ray from the grey dusty street lamp that hovered just above my house crept through the frosted windows and entered my ill-lighted room. I looked out at the lifeless, empty street in search of a sign, a shadow, but to no avail. I frowned, feeling helpless, confused and still a little shaky. The towering tree in the backyard seemed to pity me as well. I was going mad. Even the trees I looked at had expressions.

Will Jeremy ever come home?

Nobody at home really knew what happened to my brother. How did he disappear? Why was there no sign of him at all?

I was just a puzzled, lost soul who loved her brother tons but could only just sit in a corner doing nothing. But Dad knew. He was up eating leftovers when Jeremy disappeared but always acted like another me. I needed to know whether Jeremy was safe. What if the nightmares I kept having were signs, or reminders? I needed to get the answer, and something told me I needed it fast.

Over and out~

2010-10-13T11:32:00.005+08:00

Here's just a short post to mark today - The end of exams. Its been a real stressful year for me and I can't believe 2010's gonna end in just a couple of months. I missed lots of things these few months when I couldn't switch on what fed my tech-hungry tummy. I missed the feeling of typing on a keyboard, the satisfaction of seeing the number of tweets grow, chatting on forums, chatting online and....its endless. Right now I'm sitting on my chair in my room, with the aircon temp set to a freezing 16 degrees celsius, thinking "this is the life".

I've got a few plans for the next few days:
1) ~~Watch Charlie St. Cloud~~
2) ~~Shop~~
3) ~~Go support dyt at events~~
4) ~~Revive twitter~~
5) Go skiing (Of course not in Singapore) <---- Still not done and I don't know when it will be.

<3 Sharm

And I know this is gonna be random, but I seldom upload photos so here they are:

Sharm's story book~

2010-09-25T17:46:00.007+08:00

My new story (: Enjoy :D

~AMAZING FRIENDS

I was an effervescent, bubbly girl. I never failed to make anyone smile despite the colour of the sky or someone's heart, be it a lively orange, a dull black, or an envious green. I smiled my radiant, dazzling smile twenty-four seven and never ever stopped no matter what. It was highly addictive and contagious – boys seemed to be constantly and strongly allured by my bedazzling optimism that they never stopped liking me. Friends at school pondered daily about how a person could smile so much… until it happened.

That Sunday was like any other typical Sunday. The morning air was pleasing and inviting where birds sang their lovely chorus up in the fresh smelling trees. The cold, chilly wind floated swiftly into the bedroom through the windows that gleamed slightly in the dancing sunlight. The wind rubbed against my stiff face gently like calming fingers and jolted me awake. I glanced around the messy and cluttered room, scratching my head wearily and letting out exhausted sighs. As I continued scratching my head, something felt strange. My head felt emptier than usual. I turned to look at my pillow. Massive heaps of my coal black hair sat on my white fluffy pillow, completely still and waiting to devour me. I eyed the hair that was supposed to be on my head and let out an ear-piercing scream.

I pranced out of my bed and ran down the stairs in small quick breaths in search of Mother. I was close to breathless. My heart catapulted wildly as air left my almost empty lungs, gripping my throat madly. I felt like I could choke any time.

As soon as Mother saw me, the plate that she was holding fell from her grip and onto the polished wooden floors, landing with a smash that echoed throughout the house. The hundreds of delicate pieces of china lay beneath my bare, shivering toes.

"You need to get a doctor, dear," Mother spoke. I believe her heart skipped beats ever since she saw my blank head. She grabbed the car keys and it was off to the hospital. As I sat in the car and watched the happy world go by, a thousand questions flooded my mind. Can I go to school tomorrow? What would everybody think? The more I thought about it, the more I frowned. I had no idea what was ready for me in the morning.

I picked up my phone that sat quietly on the car seat beside me and dialed for Rachel. My fingers shook weakly when I touched the buttons of my phone. My voice shook uncontrollably as I began to speak. I was quivering in ultimate fear.

"Rachel…I don't..think I can go to school tomorrow. I just can't gather the guts to."

Six A.M. the next morning. The doorbell rang its usual chirpy tone that was contradicting my mood completely. I could not sing like a bird, chirping happily on a green tree. Instead, this huge, heavy black cloud was constantly hovering above me, waiting to let down its poisonous and acidic showers.
I got the door. It was Rachel. I glanced at her and almost immediately, a tear rolled down my puffed up eyes and dry cheeks. The tear travelled down my neck slowly and never seemed to disappear. I found myself smiling again. Hope was restored in my heart like a relit candle that was once extinguished by disappointment. All my worries flew away into the sky at once and never returned. The effervescent girl I used to be was growing yet again, because the Rachel that I was looking at was bald.

Sharm's story book~

2010-09-09T23:02:00.001+08:00

This is a new story I wrote for SHARM'S STORY BOOK!

Enjoy (: (:

~THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE

I sat on my stiff seat and glanced around the blankly isolated classroom. Everyone emptied the classroom the moment the recess bell rang its usual ear-piercing ring. Only I was left there, alone in the dead quietness. The grubby fan blades slowed down as each second ticked by and the sound of anxiously charged footsteps gradually departed from my ears along with their shadows that hastily floated away into the caliginously dim staircase where every student shuffled down to fill their growling stomachs. I blinked my tear-streaked eyes as the loneliness cruelly enveloped me. Why was I alone?

Well, it all began yesterday…

~Yesterday was a disappointment. The grey overcast sky loomed ferociously above me like a prowling tiger, ready to devour its prey. Clouds started to rumble fiercely in the freezing wind and people on the streets lifted up umbrellas of different colours in unison to shield the coming storm. Staring at the upset sky, I heaved an apprehensive and uncertain sigh. Like any other typical day where I rebelled and returned home after ten, I was reluctant to step back home. Only that it was worse.

Life is cruel and sorry. Friends hurt you. True friends betray you. Even true friends do the slightest things that you never imagine they would do.

Words…. hurt a lot.

“That’s it. We’re not friends anymore,” the sentence slipped effortlessly underneath her warm, hurtful breath. It took a second to hurt someone, but a lifetime to forget the hurt.

Hearing that statement, a hole was shot deep in my heart, a hole that could never be fixed. The hole was irreplaceable and was not like a broken seam on a shirt. It could not be sewn back at all, not even by the best thread and needle or by the most delicate fingers. No matter how hard you tried, it was already gone forever. ~

I looked at the ticking clock as I thought about yesterday. Time was ticking endlessly. Minutes were expiring. For the first time, I could not wait to go home. The bell rang its deafening ring again. Breathing hard and fast, I packed my bag as fast as I could, and the next thing I knew was that I was already at the doorstep.

My watch read six o’clock, not eight, nine or ten.

“Is that you, dear?”

Somehow Mother had a sixth sense to detect my presence. Coming home so early was a first and I was pondering about what would happen when I gathered the courage to turn the doorknob. My face felt tight and tense, my toes shivered and called for help despite how warm my shoes were. Mother was callously impatient. I soon found myself eyeing a turning, golden doorknob.

As soon as the door opened, nothing but the delightfully nostalgic and sinfully delicious aromas of Mother’s home cooked dinner entered my longing, hungry nostrils. They made my fragile heart smile and my growling stomach leap with long lost greed.

“Welcome home, hon. Dinner’s ready,” she whispered gently as she took my hand. My fingers had never felt so welcome in such a long time. I sat down, and Mother brought a gleefully big pot of sinful chicken stew and two bowls to the table. I laid my heaven filled spoon on my tongue and sipped it gently. As I mouthed down every spoon, tears rolled down my painfully glistened cheeks.

“The one who loves you will make you weep,” Mother whispered, rubbing her warm and comforting fingers against my tear clothed cheeks. I threw my weak arms into hers and cried until the next day. If only I realised this earlier. True love lay in the little things Mother had been doing.

I soon learnt to appreciate the little things in life.

Sharm's story book~

2010-09-08T18:54:00.004+08:00

I wrote 2 stories recently and I'm gonna share it on my blog (:

So here's the first one:

~THE GIFT

The typical morning air was crisp, refreshing and worth waking up to. The twitter of birds filled the air ferociously just like the deafening honk of cars on the cluttered and polluted expressway. Their wings fluttered in the soft and fresh air effortlessly as they dived relentlessly beneath the dew covered trees. Over at the university, fresh flowers dotted the usually colourless school grounds. The school had never looked better. The large clock in the hallways ticked endlessly and impatiently. Each tick was like a yearning and hungry call. The ticks grew louder as time drew closer and closer, and echoed in the partially lit school hall with a countdown. Nothing could ruin the day ahead.

Eight o’ clock. The school bells chimed loudly in unison and down below at the same school grounds, red graduation caps flew up into the blue skies to mark this special occasion. I caught my cap as it came back down. Pride and joy overwhelmed me. Father got up from his seat and approached me. He grinned from ear to ear and felt even more pride than I did.

“I promise you a reward, son,” he began, his voice croaky yet triumphant. I asked for a brand new car.

Weeks later, father called me home with my reward waiting anxiously in his hands. As I arrived, I could hardly contain the excitement that was growing inside of me. I had been waiting for the chance to drive my own car for years. My hands squealed with excitement as father handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box. The box was delicately polished black and tied neatly with a glowing red ribbon that soothed and welcomed my shining eyes.

I opened the box in a split second, only to reveal a brand new Bible. Where was the car key? The surroundings came to a standstill as anger boiled in my blood. The box sat quietly in my hands, but all too soon, the silence disappeared quickly as I tossed the box into the bin with all my might. I left the house with thundering footsteps, and never returned again.

A year later, I was informed that father had passed away. I was called to return back home to collect father’s possessions. As I was sorting through the dusty drawers, I recognised a familiar item. I took a closer look and it was the gift, the same polished black gift box that I had thrown away in the spur of anger, only that it was dustier now. At that moment, it sat on my hands again, just like it did a year ago.

At that point of time, the beautiful red ribbon was neatly tied back, supposedly by father, as though he was awaiting the opening of the box again. I slowly untied the ribbon, placed it on the table, and picked up the bible that sat innocently inside. As I was flipping through, I felt a bulge at the pages, somewhere in the middle of the bible. I flipped to the page. A verse was highlighted in a fading yellow colour. Proverbs 10:12 read, “Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers all wrongs.” Above the verse was a brand new car key, taped down to the middle of the almost new pages.

As I pulled out the tape carefully, tears of frustration and remorse filled my saddened, dry eyes. My heart hung low, depressed and at a loss. My wet eyes roamed around the emptiness. I could not turn back the clock again. I stood up, punched the table so hard that the weak wood parted into strips and one table leg broke, causing the table to fall to the side. It landed on the floor with a deafening crash. Just like the table, I collapsed.

Sharm <3

You give me hope~

2010-09-01T12:24:00.001+08:00

When I felt down, when I was feeling low, I talked to you, I poured my heart and soul out to you. I clasped my needy hands together and knelt down. I let my troubles part with my lips. You hear me, and shower love and strength on me, and like magic, you gave me renewed hope and strength. Without you, the days would just pass meaninglessly without colour, smiles and light. Everyday would be like an overcast sky and everyone would not have any goals.

You made the sun shine, you made the blind see, you made the lame walk, you made the weak strong, you made the rainbow shine, you made the mute talk, your love gives me hope.

Who are you? You are the Lord God, the majesty, the king of all kings, the Lord of all Lords. You, are the almighty God.

"Jesus is my Saviour, and his blood prevails against all evil."~

<3
Sharm

Tuesday blues~

2010-08-24T16:43:00.000+08:00

Its now 4:34 p.m and tuition's at 5.
I'm just going to write short and sweet today~ (but it might not be that sweet after all.)

Oh today was frightening and nerve-wrecking. I suffered so bad in school I'm having tuesday blues now :( I forgot a total of 4 crucial things today and I never ever want to look at the ticking hands of the clock and ignore my school bag again. Because of my little mistake, so many other things were forgotten. It scares me because its like a chain reaction. One gentle touch and it explodes into a loud terrifying boom. Today I saw the aftermath and crisp hazy smoke after my little "explosion". Time, you really bring me down. But I consider myself lucky I didn't get hacked. On the other hand, what I got was a bunch of scoldings. Oh well, it'll pass. As long as I remember my things in future (:

<3
Sharm

5 great ways to relax~

2010-08-14T00:54:00.001+08:00

I just found out that I really love to blog at this hour. 12 midnight's just some perfect hour where heaps of inspiration come flying in almost instantly and effortlessly through the window. Currently, I'm bored and ferociously reluctant to even go near my bed. And..I'm trying to relax. So I came up with 5 easy ways to relax - The Sharm way! (:

5 great ways to relax - The Sharm way~

1) Think about chocolate.

- Sweet things just scream for attention. I don't know what, but there's just something about chocolate that lures you into it's sticky trap. Once you enter, there is no way you're gonna get out.

2) Think about a favourite person.

- This works so much when the inner you feels immensely drained and deprived of something that others can't fill. Think about XXX, and it'll all fade away within minutes. For me, its a secret. Shhhh.

3) Switch on the TV.

- Its not that hard - just a button and you get hours of addiction. By then, our eyes would be bloodshot, our vision blurry, contacts will be needed urgently....and we forgot what we even worried about.

4) Pick up a phone and dial.

-Place your itchy fingers on the number keys on the phone - I bet they were yearning for someone to use them like me and my yearning for the chance to sink my teeth into a bar of chocolate.

5) Go to bed.

-Just get changed into your jammies and hop on the bouncy mattress that'll get you dreaming of white fluffy sheep in no time.

Which is what I should do now.

Sharm

Thoughts in a corner~

2010-08-13T19:19:00.001+08:00

I was studying yesterday on the computer the night before my common tests ended and I just thought of my poor blog that sat in the corner of the shelf, dusty and neglected. So I typed this out hoping it'll add some colour into my dull blog.

7:47 p.m. 12^th august

It’s been a long time since I last placed my hungry fingers on the beloved keyboard. Exams haven’t ended, but tomorrow’s officially the last paper and my favourite paper – Math. It’s pretty funny how they saved the “best” for the last. Or is it…? I sit on the fluffy white cushions that delight me while I type this out. Below my restless arms lie a half read geography notebook that screams “READ ME”. (Right, there’s still a geog class test tomorrow :D) Right now, I can hardly think of anything else except the cheerful smile that will be plastered on my face after the invigilator breathes “pencils down”. I think I’ll shake my chair so hard until the rusty nails that weigh the seat and I down send me falling towards the stone hard concrete ground. (That’ll be pretty nasty.) Actually, I’m supposed to be reading my lonely geography notebook….Oh well. I’ll end of here then. Until tomorrow, I’ll be eagerly waiting for my return…..to my stuff. (:

-Sharm

Choices~

2010-07-09T23:04:00.000+08:00

What exactly are choices? Choices are decisions. These decisions can be different in so many ways - some can be as easy as picking what to eat for dinner, but some might involve decisions so indescribable and painful for a small heart, weak and frail, and just starting out. I ponder about the day ahead - What will happen? Will anything change? Would there be answers floating above me?

So many guide me, show me my path, but yet I still wonder about what the future will be like. I guess some things are pretty unpredictable. I still am seeking for answers. I'm sitting in the living room alone, surrounded by melancholic quietness, with the laptop slowly burning up my cool thighs that are being blown by the electric wind.

I can't stand uncertainty at all. I hate to sit in the middle of a hard floor, clasping my confused head in my hands, racking my brains to make big decisions. I'm only 14, but yet I'm always obliged to make unthinkable and huge decisions.

Friends, studies, family, future.....all this can make that bubbling volcano inside of me explode.

Sometimes, things come to a point whereby decisions turn to things that I actually have to carry out. I rarely get to put an opinion in, its just a do it. But~ although I pour out everything onto my blog now, I only just poured out the surface of my glass of drink, what remains is something bitter.

But I'm like this, I wanna end everything off on a good note. I know that God's always here for me, and that when there's a will, there's definitely a way. God's bright light has always been shining above the black clouds, turning their dull colour into unexplainable happiness.

Waking up tomorrow, I'm definitely going to glance at the blue sky and greet it with a wide smile - a smile so wide that it'll shock the sky. Hey, who knows, maybe the sky will smile back.

<3
Sharm

I don't hate mondays~

2010-07-04T21:34:00.001+08:00

Oh how I love sundays. Actually, I love long weekends. Thank you youth day, now, I don't hate mondays anymore! Because of you, I get to still lay my fingers on my humble keyboard at this hour. (: Today I had an awesome time out (: The typical boring sunday where we follow the normal routine changed into one filled with warm smiles, sweet laughter, and ice-cream! (:

Choc really makes me so guilty yet pleased. :D After the sinful, delicious and bittersweet frozen choc melted in my mouth at udders, it was off to the cinema for Toy Story 3. Shev, Charlotte, Issax and I jumped off our seats like little kids and hopped all the way up to the cinema. Boy, were we early.

Toy Story's a great movie (: We were kinda late though, cos I heard that its gonna stop screening soon. This week probably. The movie was hilarious yet sad and depressing. There were parts that made me wanna go "ROFL", but some parts that made me need some tissues, and finally parts that made me wanna break my chair.

In other words, the movie is a suspenseful heartbreaker with a hint of comedy. I don't mind watching it again! (:

Dear today, I'll miss you so much.

<3
Sharm

His love is mine~

2010-07-03T21:28:00.002+08:00

Last night was a night like no other. Last night will stay one of best memories. Last night, was love.

Love MGS, what do I think when I hear these two words? Many think that Love MGS is just another boring service where the adults listen to sermons, the teens nap and the children scream. Love mg was way more. Held in the humble and glorious auditorium last night, MG girls, ACJC peeps crowded the place with hugs and smiles before the event started.

No matter which corner I peered at, everyone's face was embedded with a sweet glow. A glow that was just so pleasing. Love mg started off with some worship songs. Everyone was just opening their mouths to sing at first, including me. Sometimes, I'm not really sure if we sing from the bottom of our hearts.

But this changed in a very short period of time.

Soon, after minutes, a miracle happened. Almost everyone raised their hands up high to glorify God our father. It was as though this wave of love swept over everyone. Even I closed my two eyes and sang my heart out to God. The empty auditorium at 6:40p.m. transformed into a place shining with warmth, love and God at 7:40 p.m.

The presence of the Lord was just overwhelming. At the altar, when Esther spoke her very first word of prayer, tears of guilt, sin, and love for the Lord streamed out of my cold, dry eyes that were longing and yearning for the Lord. They continued flowing. For God.

God picked up my call. He answered me. He entered my empty and soulless heart and filled it with love, so much more love than anyone could ever give to me. My tears were also a form of thank you to the Lord, because he just spoke to me and gave me new life.

Thank you Lord God. I quote this from today's God's message. "God has been answering you." Because of last night, I finally realised this message that God has been trying so painstakingly to convey to me. I hear you Lord, I finally do.

"His love is mine" <3

<3
Sharm

Photos tell stories~

2010-06-25T21:43:00.004+08:00

I was just looking at some random photos, I posted them up on facebook, smiled, then I had this sudden jolt. "I've got an idea for my new blog update!"

These random photos are up here as well, and as I said, photos have stories written all over them, whether good or bad, each story shimmers with life. A photo is just a stationary object, but look inside and you can find a billion fascinating things that move and paint pictures in our minds.

This will remain one of my best memories (: The photo was taken on the night where I went to Universal Studios for the 3rd time. That's right, its an Oscar. Well, not a real one, but one that still glows underneath light and glimmers when I look at it. Though the "gold" on it actually peels, that's not stopping me from giving it a good polish everyday. The words "World's greatest daughter" give me a kick start every morning. (: When I look at it, I feel all nice inside.

These 5 boxes of sweets aren't just ordinary sweets, they're Profresh boxes. (: Though these boxes are empty, in my eyes, they're full of love. (: Each box is like a member of the Dyt fc, sweet, caring, they're people who light a flame that never dies, people who make you laugh till you tear, people who make a deep mark in you. And like the sweet itself, the taste just remains in your mouth forever, like the friendship they give. (:

Thank you Jies, and Shevy and Charlotte for making Dyt fc the greatest fan club to be in.

Thank you photos, for doing such a great job telling my stories.

Sharm

Never tired~

2010-06-22T16:42:00.003+08:00

I never grow tired of having fun, I never grow tired of watching this one show, I never grow tired of doing the things I love (:

Just yesterday, I went to Universal Studios for the 4th time. People reading or hearing me talk about it will go, "Whatt? Again?" Well. I just never grow sick of it. At around 2 p.m. yesterday, under the sunny skies and breezy air, Shev and I were holding on to our passes, which glowed in the sunlight, and we were ready to step in to have fun. Although the weather was a bit unbearable for some, I chose to look at it in a different light. God was just happy.

The usual glorious music played at the entrance while before us was the Universal globe, which was standing there and proudly spinning, letting me once again feel, "I'm in Hollywood." (: Its quite a usual sight for me now, but not one that I would get sick of.

The first attraction we went to was Lights, Camera, Action! which was the place that I wouldn't miss out. Ever. For me, when I do stuff at theme parks, I'll sit or stand at the best spot to soak in the full effect. I've been like this observant park hunter who hunts for the best seats and spots. (:

One thing that I did not forget to go on that afternoon was The Revenge Of The Mummy ride. I went on it twice that day, making my total 10 times. How I love it. The dark, the mummies wrapped in bandages, gold plated jewelry and scarab beetles, all these make me feel like I really am in Ancient Egypt. And what more can I say about the roller coaster itself? Its just awesome.

Did I mention that we had an awesome time doing luge as well?? Hee.

Though June hols are coming to an end, I'll continue to work hard for yet another trip to Universal. (:

<3
Sharm

Daddy day~

2010-06-21T01:29:00.003+08:00

Its really late now, but who cares anyway. (: Oh my eyes do. I've been getting dark circles lately. =P But I'm itching to blog right now. Ready, set, gooo! (:

Today was daddy's day, and I had a great time out with dad, king of the day. Mom was out working so we played guides to dad and brought him around doing stuff. We had a great buffet lunch at Amirah's grill. The place was fascinating. I felt like I was somewhere in Ancient Egypt, and somehow, I could picture myself in a mummy's tomb. Arabic tunes filled the restaurant which was like a ghost town due to our early arrival. 11:15 a.m. by the way. (Hehe, after church.)

The food was only okay, but the good thing was that they served AUTHENTIC Turkish and middle east cuisine. I loved my beef and veggie soup! Those were the best. I think I spent most of my time there getting second helpings. Hee hee (:

We headed to Bugis Junction after that to catch Karate Kid. I should've brought man sized tissues for Dad. He was sobbing away! After the movie, he spent the 5 mins on the escalator down to the car park telling us how the show was "Morale boosting". Haha. Personally, I think its a great movie for all ages (: Inspirational and "morale boosting." Haha. We three were practically spending the whole afternoon talking about it non-stop!

No wonder mom seemed a little envious. Oh well. (: Today was still a great day anyway. (:
Although its past 12 already, I still wanna wish all daddies a Happy Fathers' Day! (:

<3
Sharm

Surprisingly sweet~

2010-06-19T23:51:00.002+08:00

I love the feeling you get when its your birthday, you think nobody remembers, and you come home, switch on the lights, and a dozen people scream, "SURPRISE!"

But no, today wasn't my birthday or anything, it was just the eve of father's day. I went to dinner trying to put on my best fake smile, but what the heck. I come out that happy-go-lucky girl again. I guess its what family gives you. I bought the cake for everyone, and they polished it off. It satisfied me and made my stomach feel this warmth, a warmth that nobody else but family can give you.

Today's dinner was just as typical as any other dinner celebration, but God made it especially different for me. In the rest of the family's eyes, its just like any other ordinary Christmas where shoes crowd the doorsteps and screams and laughter fill the playroom, but for me, it gave me indescribable comfort. It was like as though God was telling me, "Its not so bad isn't it? Missing the DYT event didn't hurt you at all."

Now I agree with God. And I'll triumphantly give a big shout out to all daddies out there right now. Although its not father's day yet, missing 10 minutes ain't so bad. I wish all the big daddies, small daddies, plump daddies, smart daddies, and even daddies-to-be Happy. Fathers. Day. (:

Sharm

On this day, God wants me to know~

2010-06-18T18:23:00.011+08:00

~ that today you can help a thousand people see God's light. Feel God's light shining within you and take a step to inspire someone else to shine. As you share this vision today with just one soul, that reaches ten lives that touch a thousand.

Reading this, I kind of see a light in my path. A light that shines on what I'm supposed to do in life. So, I'm supposed to share God's word with many people? I hear ya lord, but how? I can do it but I need to know how.
I live to inspire, but I have a few questions that are left unanswered.

But I feel relieved in a way. I finally found out God's purpose for me. I get the feeling that he showed me the way, I get the feeling that I see a light heading in a good direction, where I'll never get lost.
Thank you so much lord, for calling out to me.

The only thing I need now is, a way. What's the one step I can take to get closer to your purpose for me?

<3
Sharm

Songs fit your mood~

2010-06-17T17:13:00.000+08:00

Right now, I'm listening to "dropping rain"(The first song on my mixpod) while typing this and my mood isn't that good. I find it so amazing that some songs do fit your mood. Like this song I'm listening to. It's a heart breaker. The singer's voice is beautifully crafted, but it can make you shed some tears.

Things happen, and sometimes I get so annoyed at how two important events clash. Saturday's the date of one important event originally - The SCAPE launch festival at which Dai Yang Tian will be making an appearance at. I was really looking forward to it, like how a baby looks forward to cuddling a bolster and falling asleep in mommy's arms. Baby squeaks, reaches out for mommy, and smiles. Its that simple. But not for me.

Sunday is father's day, where I have to attend two dinners, one on my mom's side and one on my dad's. Obviously I'm being torn apart between two decisions. Nevermind. My mom made an effort to postpone the dinner to another day, but guess what? News arrives, and plop! there it goes. The dinner is now on saturday, clashing with the scape event.

How I wish that effort made could've been a little more useful. Being a grandchild of old grandparents who don't have much time to live, I'm practically caught in a net - I'll never dare to break grandparents' hearts but its so rare that I get a chance to do any DYT things.

That's why I know why songs can fit my mood. The song dropping rain is a cry, and so is this post. I just hope I can confide in God to show me the way. I'm not saying that I don't know what the right thing is. I just need support.

Thank you lord~

<3
Sharm

Chocolate~

2010-06-17T11:31:00.002+08:00

I have to seriously cut down on the amount of chocolate I'm eating. To me, chocolate's like a guilty pleasure, its sinful, its sweet and its my favourite. Call me chocoholic, but I ate a warm chocolate cake yesterday, oozing with chocolate lava, which was warm, sweet and real delicious. I couldn't take my eyes off the prize. The best part - Hershey's chocolate syrup smeared all over the petite cake, making it practically irresistible. (I sound like a food critic now!)

To go with it was delicious vanilla ice-cream. (: Darn, I should have took a pic of it. But seriously, all this chocolate eating is giving me pimple breakouts. I really should cut down. I'm gonna miss my chocolate, and....

I contradict myself. -.-

<3
Sharm

The little things that make you happy~

2010-06-16T20:02:00.000+08:00

Its amazing how the little stuff I do with my buds can make a big difference in my life. (: Like for example, today's outing with the Dainamics was just a simple tea break at white dog cafe scape. But it somehow brings us much closer.

I find it so enlightening when I realise that within that short 2 and a half hours, we can become much closer. And this type of close I'm talking about makes you feel so comfortable no matter how close. Talking, laughing, lazing around, these are the best things to do when I'm with my best buddies.

The things we talk about are so refreshingly funny. I love it when we can actually sit in our seats at the lonely cafe for an hour or so, and just talk, laugh, stare at an incredibly large portion on fish and chips, laugh, and laugh again. Haha. I feel like laughing now.

Thank you to Hui Shi jie, Evon jie and Carmen jie for making a simple outing like that stay one of my best memories with friends. I hope this saturday can be just as great (:

After the outing, I had to take a 50 min train ride home from Somerset. Its always so dreadful to take the train from orchard, because its always sooooo crowded, but in the end, I realised that it sucks when you're on the train alone, and that its actually really okay when you're with your friends on that train. Thank you Charlotte and Shevonne, for making the train a livelier place than just a crowded cabin full of BO, working bags, and noisy kids.

Thank you guys for a wonderful afternoon. :D

<3
Sharm

I woke up at 11:45~

2010-06-16T12:06:00.000+08:00

I woke up at 11:45 a.m. today, and its been getting later ever since I've had my late nights (: But I really do love late nights.

I'm really excited for today, but seeing the pitter patter on the windows, the heavy rain flooding the pool, something tells me that today's gonna be real wet. True enough, I clicked on this link Evon gave me and I was really shocked. My jaw literally dropped.

Disappointed is how I feel :( Nevermind. I hope it'll clear out. If God thinks we deserve it to be cleared out, he'll make it happen. I'd rather smile in the morning. (:

<3
Sharm

Late Nights~

2010-06-16T01:04:00.003+08:00

The past few nights were significant and weird in good ways. The nights were cold and a little chilly , wind blew in the house all the time (wind is blowing in right now), that we had to close the windows. Trust me, it isn't the least bit stuffy. And I've been staying awake till around this time to laze around the com. But I never broke my record yet (: Its 5 A.M.

Sunday was one of the best days. In three random words, I would describe it as..cheerful, funny, great(with a whole lot of meaning). Me and Shev stayed up all night watching movies. Movie watching started at around 5 and dragged all the way to 1:30.

I just realised why I loved all these nights. Cos Dad wasn't there to scold us doing anything. Wheeeee! Thank you world cup 2010. On second thought, I take my darn thank you back. Twitter has been over capacitating like mad. :( I couldn't tweet for an agonising 4 hours!

<3
Sharm

My Best Memories (:

2010-06-15T23:39:00.000+08:00

Written all over in the pictures~

Lessons learnt ~

2010-06-15T21:50:00.001+08:00

Lessons learnt ~

June is ending soon.. just two more weeks till school reopens. Just two more weeks till I have to carry a heavy bag, walk up to the 4th floor and listen during classes. But I think this June has been a really unique one for me. This June was like a crazy roller coaster ride - I had thrills, fun, laughter, but there were points of time when I learnt lessons. These lessons were learnt through much tears and sorrow. But in the end, the dark sky turned into a rainbow. I wanna thank so many people for letting me see the light. Those people have to be God, My Jie, Shev, Sean and many besties(:

Thanks to you guys, I've learnt the most important lesson. Pray when you feel down, when you're lost, and God will direct your path.

<3
Sharm

Life ~

2010-06-15T21:13:00.000+08:00

Life's like a road. Every road will have obstacles. We have to cross the obstacles in order to make what we want happen. (:

<3
Sharm