oh, enjoy life to the hilt

I hate it when I have to make choices of the same equality in my heart.
Its like the flesh of your front and back palm.
But I know that at the end of the day, a decision still has to be made.
And whichever have been forsaken, I can only tell myself not to look back.
Not to repeat the same kind of impulsiveness and uncertainty.
Because there’s no take 2 in life.
And basically, life, at most of the time, just sucks.
Take it that I’m whining.
I’ll be fine soon.
Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

There’s something about faizal which i feel good looking at him as an audience.
I feel that I can relate to him.
Relate as in I would choose to approach him than tabitha if I ever get to chance upon them.
You would say that tabitha can sing better, but I would like an idol for Singapore whom we can feel closer with.
Maybe that’s one of the reason why kris allen won over adam lambert for American Idol.

Anyway, no point saying this now because faizal has been eliminated this week.
And he pulled it off really well when the result was out.
When singing farewell song “I’m Yours”, his smiles and vocals revealed a great deal of his gentlemanly demeanour.

It reminded me that he sang it once during his contest before, as a dedication to his god-mom.
Ignore Ken’s comments.
He’s a spoiler.

I think its too much of an aura for a seventeen years old boy.
Blown away.

“You’ll not know how far you can achieve in the heights, until you spread your wings and fly”

I see my wings.
I’ve spread it out.
But sometimes they seems to flap so restlessly.
I want to go high up,
to somewhere farer, somewhere bluer.
But each time I do so, the storms come.
And I wait for the sun to come out again.
So that I can continue my soaring.
Above the endless sea, under the vast blue sky.

Keep soaring; no matter how tough it is.
Because you’ve got the wings.

9 Nov 2009, the day I turned 18th.

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Whoever at wherever, using whatever means to wish me, THANKS!

You people marked the most significant moments of my first day.
Not to forget my Lim family too.
We don’t really celebrate birthdays.
Used to, but hardly now.
I don’t mind actually.
3 angpows (papa momsie and bro) and a bowl of mian xian soup is enough.
Its the heart that counts.

18 years.
6570 days.
I can’t imagine those convicts being sentenced to the maximum 24 years.
Not to mention to lifetime imprisonment.

These 18 years would probably be the best phase in my life.
I love being a teenager.
I love being a student.
I love being a learner.
I love being around with my friends.
I love the process of growing up.
Its the best I swear.
I witnessed the tolls I took on, the falls I plunged into;
the courage I took to brace on, the optimism I garnered everytime.
Wonderful.
I’m still kicking alive after a good wholesome of 18years.
This, alone by itself, I’m grateful to God.

I would probably dread the upcoming birthdays.
Self-proclaiming that I’m always 18?
Haha, fat hope.
Alright, let’s think it this way;
every year of ageing means the growing of a wisdom root.
Does it makes you feel better?
Because 365 days is a lot.
We’re learning something each time, even for a nano second.
So I shall embrace the rest of 9 Nov even if I’m stepping into the twenties league.

Edward scoffed at me that I’ll become a nun.
For the fact that I’ve lived through 18 years of singlehood.
Wonderful.
I can stay in the temple for free lodging and save bucks on dressing and grooming up purposes.
They say two is better than one.
Some say one is afterall better than two.
For me, I’m clueless because I’m always being one.
I believe that everything happen for a reason.
When it will happen, it will happen.
I like to stay on like this till God send me one.
A someone special who is worth waiting for.
Wonderful.

Till then!
I’m 18th!
YAY!

because,
there will be no monday blues tomorrow

xoxo

Know what?

SP Dance Club’s Waves 14 Circus was a blast!

Siuyun, Joshua, Chongming & Piahwee, your guys rocks!

(forgot to take picture with siuyun ><)




(gina’s b’day )

I almost lost my laptop after the dance concert!
Seriously scare the hell out of me.
I was looking frantically for it before I asked siuyun to ask the emcee to enquire the audience on the whereabouts of my laptop.
So lucky that some kind soul brought it back to the emcee to return it back to me.

I watched the concert with so much zest,
shouting with meixian whenever any of our friends were performing.

I recalled the NTU’s dance concert I watched with jean a year ago.
The same kind of concentration and admiration filled me up again.

The only difference is that my friends were out there on stage yesterday,
and I can’t stop complimenting them because I really feel so proud of them.

On the stage,
I witnessed the totally different sides of them all.

And what really took my breath off was the passion burning in them throughout their performances.
Those tedious and hectic trainings they had were rewarded with satisfaction and enjoyment from the crowd.

Dance.
It’s not my forte definitely.
That’s why I find dancers really cool.
As they use only their movements and expressions to communicate to the audience.
What a great stage presence they have.

Ya know why are lotus so beautiful?

“Imagine that you are a lotus seed buried beneath a muddy lotus pond. There is mud all around you, and you can feel them clearly. Above you, above this muddy pool of dirt, mud and filth, are sunshine and air.

With a determined heart, you begin to wiggle in the earth. You grow roots deep, deep into the mud. Your little stem grows up slowly. Suddenly, “pop” you are out of the mud! Your stem grows higher and higher, taller and taller. You rise up slowly, fighting against the muddy water. All of a sudden, you are out of the muddy pond! You reach up towards the warm sun, shining down on you.

Your lotus bud begins to grow on top of your stem. It expands and grows larger and larger, finally bursting into full bloom. A white lotus flower. You stand beautifully above the muddy water, not dirtied by the mud from which you grow. You are white, fragrant and beautiful.”

It’s beautiful because it find its way out of the mud and stand so elegantly calling the sun.

We’ll be like lotus, strong and beautiful.

If you do not have a big head, why wear a bigger hat?

沒有这么大的头, 就不要穿这么大的帽子.

In short, know your limits.

Something valuable I’ve learnt throughout the last week.

When you thought that everything is at your finger tips, you’ll find yourself gasping for air the aftermath.

So in the midst of pleasing everything, give some space for your thinking.

Because you CAN do it and you WANT to do it is DIFFERENT.

Be honest to yourself before things start to tumble.

Promises are easy to make but takes a lot of effort to fulfill.

I promise to my inner that I’ll think twice before nodding my head again.

Still, my head is small.