2011~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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.

<3

Sharm

Thoughts in a corner~

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~

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~

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~

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~

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.

<3

Sharm

Never tired~

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~

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~

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. (:

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On this day, God wants me to know~

~ 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?


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Songs fit your mood~

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~

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Chocolate~

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. -.-

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The little things that make you happy~

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

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I woke up at 11:45~

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. (:

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Late Nights~

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!

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My Best Memories (:

Written all over in the pictures~

Lessons learnt ~

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.

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Life ~

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

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