time to say goodbye

i think it's time to take a step back. to close this blog. it's been far too long. and i just wanna move on. maybe i'll have a new blog. maybe i won't.

till then, i wish all of you, the best of the world and may you find your sanity as i try to discover mine.

love, hugs & rainbow wishes.
me

grieving period

i think i'm slowly pulling away. slowly taking myself out of the equation. maybe it's for the best. maybe it's good that we are drifting. everything seems too comfortable and we tend to take things for granted.

you know how it seems to go
that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

it seems that i am trying to find myself. in actuality, i'm done finding myself. because it's gone. long gone. when i let him touch me, it's gone. when i took the first sip, it's gone.

it's time to start a new me.

i'll fight this battle on my own.

just slap me the next time i wanna share and spill out my guts.

yup. that's me the drama queen.

let's play.. straight off the runway

and onto the diva!

honestly, when you're as powerful as mariah carey is... you shoot a video at Louis Vuitton in Champs d'Elysees and you take everything from marc jacobs' spring 2006 collection (newly inserted: For Louis Vuitton)! right off the runway!










and somehow.. i like it better on mariah than anne watanabe or whoever else that's on the runway! whoa mimi! looking hott! she took everything.. from the dress all the way to the shoes! so it's good to be miss mariah carey!

my heart

sometimes, when you feel like hope is gone and the whole world passes you by, it's comforting to know that an assuring nod, a simple smile, a new friend and a nice late night supper makes it all better.

my heart goes to phil and maxine. (:

spiralling.

i hate you.
i hate going out with all of you.
i hate clubbing.
i hate surrounding myself with people who are smarter than me.
who dance better than me.
who looks better than me.
who can dress better than me.
who knows what they want in life.
who goes out and get what they want in life.

i hate the fact that i cannot live without all of you.
because you are my oxygen but yet poison all at once.

i hate that every night i pray that i won't wake up the next day.
because living through another day is just so difficult.

i hate that i need to dance to live but all at the same time,
i feel like killing myself with each move i make.

you never understood me.
i don't think you ever will. if you had to ask me wot's wrong,
than you never knew me at all.

i think i'm spiralling out of control.
it's funny how the mirror never lies and you wish it does.
at least for once.

i let the water run. i plugged the sink and let the water fill to its brim. they say water means life. that they represent life. but all i see when i look into it is just my reflection. and how i wished i didn't wake up this morning. i unplugged the sink and the water drains. fast. how i wish i could do that. dissipate. fast. disappear. no one really cares.

writer's block

at the moment i'm just sitting in front of the computer and staring blankly at the screen. i'm starting on my scholarship applications and i am stuck. i don't even know how to begin writing the essay! i'm doomed. the application closes on the 13th and i haven't started on it yet. i'm tryin, god help me i am trying. but i just don't know where to start, or rather how to start.

i'm supposed to write about my key achievements and how it reprsents the values and beliefs i stand for. what key achievements?! i'm only 21! oh my lord, i feel so incomplete and so pathetic.

i think there's something wrong with us. i don't exactly know wot it is but somethings not quite right anymore. i know you'll think nothing is wrong because you never think anything is wrong. so there it is. we'll see how long this continues.

frankly i'm quite tired of this. and we're going on a trip together.

something happened to us along the way. i'm not quite sure wot. but it's really bothering me. god help us.

on a lighter note..

so last night on american idol was weird. i always thought that the girls are a much better group of singers because they are the ones that can really blow. but well, this season, i'm thinking the boys are doing a much better job! there are some great gal-performers but mostly, all are boring! the guys, on the other hand, are not only hott tamale but they can rock the house!

and whoever told her singing a mariah carey song would be good? no one can sing a mariah carey number better than mariah carey - period. the last time i heard someone sang a mariah song nearly as good as mariah did was kelly clarkson.

so please, do us a favour and stop trying to do mariah songs. you'll just fall flat on your face! i mean it's mariah. we're talking about one of the greatest music icons in the known world. i just hope singapore idol won't have dumb people fooling themselves into thinking they're the next mariah carey.

on a different issue.. i'm writing one too many entries in one day! clearly, i am losing my mind!

am i beautiful?

I'm only beautiful
until you can look right through
my thin veneer,
revealing myriad pools of
glistening tears.

I'm only beautiful
until I shatter,
slowly falling down
making intricate designs
on the linoleum floor.

I'm only beautiful
until you place me
on the shelf,
slowly collecting protective dust films
though my glassy eyes.

I'm only beautiful
until you see
I'm crystalline.

and through it all

no one ever does care...
where can i find a good shrink!?
i think i'm losing my mind..

image from postsecret

dance like you've never danced before

and that's exactly how i felt. like i've never danced before - ever!

i never exactly wrote about my feelings when i wasn't cast for Dance Ensemble's Evocation '06. i don't exactly know how to. it was really a low point in my life and it's just something i could not comprehend.

was i that bad? am i really not good enough to even make the cut? all these questions ran through my mind and it was really bothering me.

i know i'm one who never really cared about what people think of me but when it comes to dancing, it's a whole different world. it's like your self-worth is determined by the amount of praises you get as well as by the number of parts you are cast for. and when you get none, you start to question the very thing that kept you alive.

maybe i am not cut out to be a dancer. maybe i just want to be a dancer. maybe i am just a wannabe dancer.

i'm pushing myself to work hard for it and each time i do try, it seems like i'm not getting any further. there are times when i look at myself in the full length, wall-to-wall mirror and think to myself - "do i really belong here?"

i look around and i see beautiful people. gorgeous dancers. excellent lines, great forms. and when i look at myself - nothing. zilch. just a blob trying to be something his not.

i cried the night the news broke that i wasn't cast for evo. it was like a dagger burried deep into me. in front of everyone, i sat there not knowing how to react. people coming up to me and asking me what part i got or how come they didn't hear my name being called. i had to rearrange my facial expressions so as not to break down in front of everyone. i don't know. maybe i'll only be the one who appreciates dance from the other side of the stage - as an audience.

it's too difficult for me to handle. so much so that it is no longer fun. dancing used to be very fun for me. it used to bring great joy. i couldn't imagine not dancing when i was in school. now.. i'm not sure anymore.

i designed the programme booklet for evo. i was approached at the very last minute to kinda offer my help and since i couldn't dance for DE, i thought the least i could do was to help them in this aspect. i did a hell of a good job, if i could say so myself.

and then the thank you note for evo came. everyone was thanked and i was left out. beofre you start thinking that i'm so juvenile for getting upset over this, i'm not. she thanked the person who edited my work, and she didn't even so much so as to mention my name. needless to say i was utterly disappointed.

i thought perhaps she had forgotten. but how could she? i mean, she thanked the persone who helped her make last minute adjustments and she left me out of the equation? where was this person from the beginning? and here i thought she could be someone i could lean on when i'm down.

i think i'm too trusting. i tend to give my heart to people easily and more often than not, it backfires. i end up getting hurt. i'm too weak. it has happened before and it's happening again. everyone i trust, the ones that i call my heart, has hurt me and become a totally new person. i dunno. ML, PG, J and now her.

i wished i could fly away from here. away from everyone. i wished i could just be with myself and myself alone. leave me be in my own world and let me live my life. i'm trying to be someone i am not.

i am not me.

whatever happened to thanks?

remind me never to buy anyone presents again!

whatever happened to rearranging your face and say thanks, pretending to like it? i suppose i deserved it. it is two months after the actual birthday. so you would have thought that after two months, you'd at least get a present that he'd love. well, that's not the case and he made sure we knew about it.

so much for buying presents. i think i'd stick to receiving presents from now on.