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but if you don't know me, it's okay. i still welcome you into a world of me
and what happens. i'm not anywhere near perfect, but here is where
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Thursday, July 23, 2009

| 10.57pm |

lost in the eyes of a stranger.

just finished dance practice and it's looking good, even though most of the time it's only the last run that's the cleanest. for me, i've finally found the energy to throw into finale. now, for the other parts, i've got to get someone to psycho me into my character. KORIE, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU. (bleahh. he's in camp and he can't talk much. sighs.) but yeap. less than 15days to Rag Day and i'm really looking forward to so much more that day. my ankle's not going to hold out i think, but i'm going to give it my all no matter what. on the 8th of august 2009, i want to be crying, crying with joy because sheares hall once again will own the shield, and go to chingay next year.

and i think, seriously think that when i'm not in a serious relationship, i'm one of the most horrendous playgirls around. i've barely gotten over one guy and another guy has caught my attention. the only difference is that this time round, i'm actually interested in someone first. wow. there's really a first time for everything. he's not very handsome. he's not very outstanding. he's probably not really smart either. but, there's just something about him that makes me feel that he's different from the rest of the better looking guys. unfortunately, nothing will happen because he stays in hall, and i don't really want to date a hall boy.

other than that, there's nothing much really to update now cause it's the same as every other day. we're dancing and dancing the 10am to 10pm everyday. with breaks in between. OHOH! tmr practice is starting at 11am instead! so i've got more time to sleep in. YESYES~ oh. and i learnt to do the chicken little dance from vimal and can't get enough of yiyi's stupid lame fan joke that's so bloody funny. LOLS.

i guess that overall, i love the company of everyone in rag dance. we may all be different in terms of what we like to do, what we will be doing and the way we live our lives, but nowhere in the world will you find another event that brings people of different backgrounds really doing something so stupid together. it's these times that i'll really remember when i'm out there doing whatever monotonous job i get when i'm older (ah. hopefully it's not going to be very monotonous though. sighs.) though it sounds quite ironic and somewhat morbid, i think i'll miss rag dance days very soon. the practices are tiring, but it's really one time where you really get to be together as a group working towards one common goal every single hour and minute that you are together.

an experience of a lifetime that can never be replicated.

| 1.47am |

just one step at a time .

sometimes i wonder if it would be better if i never knew you. then maybe when we walk past each other, we'll just be like the rest of the world, strangers walking past each other without any interaction. but now i know that every time i see you around campus, there's definitely going to be the opening of a floodgate of memories that i can never erase because the times with you were just the sweetest, the safest that i've ever felt in a long time.

i want someone to come along and take that place that he left. and do a better job than him. unfortunately for me, God is unable to step into that position because of many many factors. die hard, pious, i-am-the-most-righteous christians will argue a whole thesis essay on why i am wrong. and unfortunately for them, i do not have the conviction that they have.

anyway, i f-ing busted BOTH my ankles again. but with less than 3weeks to d-day, there is no way i'm stepping out of practice unless i cannot walk. as long as i am able to move, i'll dance run after run after run. no matter how tired i am or how much pain i am in. i will not give in. i will not complain. i will just swallow and make sure that no one knows that i'm in pain.

i'm sorry, this is just me. i am miss independent.
who still needs to be pampered by you.

it's such a contradictory state to be in. fortunately, i'm able to balance out both. which is something that many many girls just cannot get. seriously. but that's not for me to comment on because each of us have our own life journeys to walk. and we all walk different paths, that's what make the world a happier, more interesting place. :)

well, sleep beckons at 2am.