Rule #72: The only reason why people hold on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that don’t change when everyone else does.

Dear you, a.k.a. my johnny d,

We’re in a strange situation at the moment, if you haven’t noticed. I know we don’t open up to each other and talk much about things that are affecting us. Till today, I still question why. I said this before, you’re like a closed book. Your emotions aren’t there on the page; they’re hidden in the white spaces. You're so aloof that I can’t seem to figure you out. Perhaps it is because you never allow me. You never take time to open up. So honey tell me how am i suppose to comprehend everything?

I never told you why i loved you. But I have to admit this. The way you smile, it is as if everything in my life has been building up to that moment. It never ceases to take my breath away. The way you dance to reggae each time I ask you to; it never fails to crack me up. Hugging you is my favourite because you’re so tall that I can easily rest my head on your chest. I love hugging you so tightly till you can hardly breathe. You shine when you talk about things that you've learnt. You’ve been such a model of strength, courage and faith, and you have changed my life within weeks.

However, I just want to close myself off again, because it’s easier and I don’t have to be afraid or cautious. You are my weakness like as if you hold this mystical power over me. You can elevate or rupture me within seconds; I am receptive when it comes to you. You affect me more than I would ever allow anyone else to do so, which I don’t think you fully recognize.

When I look at my reflection in the mirror, I can see that part of me which is breaking that I wish I could magically heal myself and erase your existence. And yet, keep you here with me, because sometimes I feel like I’ve become too accustomed to the pain that it’s almost comfortable for me.

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This are the photos taken last Tuesday with my secondary school baby girls @ Kallang ice-skating rink. My childhood hobby. Oh, I was scolded for taking videos using my iphone in the rink. They said, "Taking videos while skating is the same as using your phone while driving." Shrugs. Anyway, I want my future daughter/son to be a figure skater! :')







I want a pair of white ice skates for my eighteenth birthday, please?

Rule no.6: Take a risk, even if you fall. Because if that’s what you really want, it should be worth it all.

Hi! It’s been a long time since I met the sec fives. Some of you might be wondering why I was the only graduated student who joined the sec fives’ Jalan Raya. So for those who didn't know, I originally came from the Normal Academic. These people were the ones who gave me the best years of my secondary school life……..until I was promoted to Secondary 3 Express. With the PSLE aggregate of only 181, it was definitely my greatest achievement to be awarded as the top student in the whole normal acad cohort for two straight years. My hard work totally paid off but I could not explain how tough it was being in an express class with the people who had aggregate more than 220. Besides the fact that they had a higher intelligence level than me, the daily lessons were so dull (probably because they took their studies super seriously that they had no time for jokes? Or, maybe I just couldn’t understand the way they joke? Who cares. In any way it was still pure draggy.) I was just a very slow learner and the type of student who couldn’t stand boredom (I still am, I guess….) . And honestly, I didn’t get enough support that I did in NA so altogether, it was hard to adapt to the new environment. Last year, I ended up sleeping almost every day in class so that basically explains why I got 22 points for my Olvl. ‘Nuff said?

Oh no wait! I have to say, I was astounded by this new principal who has changed a lot of rules in the school. Hell, the news totally cracked me up. I thanked God that I graduated before he came in. Good luck to all the Unitians,yes? :p

Anyway, the jalan raya was fine. As usual I was not punctual. But heyyyy, there’s nothing wrong with being fashionably late, right? We did a lot of catching up and…yes…walking! Apart from Mdm Rashidah’s house which was located at Woodlands, everybody else lives in the same area, Choa chu kang & yewtee, so there was no reason to take a transport or whatsoever, except for a house or two. I totally ditched the last house (Sorry khairul!) as time was running out and I was feeling tremendously lethargic that I cabbed home straight away. Perhaps I was not served coke, that’s why I couldn’t boost my energy level? Just kidding.


What the hell is khairul thinking? (the guy on the right!)

Mdm Rashidah's daughters. So mentel.



























Like, who doesn't love macaroons?











This kitty is so adorable. Like a statue!





Sungguh manis sekali, yuslina. Amalkan selalu.













Sarpino's pizzaaaaa!





Berwarna-warni macam.....KOLEKSI BIMLA? no?


Pictures are not in order. I appologise for the late upload on facebook.
Good luck for Olevels and all your future endeavors, my dear friends. Keep in touch! xx