Okay so in my confuddled song-jamming state of mind, this turned out rather weird. But anyhow, the songs (with alot of misspellings in the lyrics) are as follows:

1 Somewhere Over The Rainbow/ Wonderful World - Aselin Debison
2 Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne
3 Shattered - O.A.R.
4 Last Day Of Your Life - Glass Pear
5 You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
6 Don't Let Me Fall - Lenka

<3

Labels: Compositions, Music

Thank goodness for Deepavali; finally a day I can actually be a normal human being and sleep in. Anyhow, went for Great Eastern Women's 10k today after a week's laying off exercise (read: slacking my butt off); henceforth providing a substantial backing to the need to get up and run. Congrats to Thash for coming in 3rd and me again for surviving another one of my weird escapades.


Yay carnival! Yay balloons! It was pretty meaningful since a portion of the proceeds are going towards the "Women Against Cancer" initiative (yay for the pretty light pink balloons :D)


Thashi and I after the run (:

Labels: Events, Photos, Sports

Okay so I still have no idea why I actually signed up for this run. Some fanatical thought struck me that made me think I should take on a personal challenge. "But, no one runs 15km for fun!" Okay I'm weird; I admit it, okay? ><


With Leah, Chern Hwee, Jiya, Thash


And random camwhoring with Thash after the run (: So going to miss this when she goes to London next year.

Labels: Events, Photos, Sports

I was thinking about birthdays in general and how they're celebrated till I heard this car crash. Loud, first the desperate screeching, then the collision, then the silence. Nothingness. And somehow rather instinctively I started praying that the person in the car wouldn't be hurt too bad, praying that hopefully he'd be okay. Life's just unpredictable that way. I guess I can't say much but, in the last few hours being fifteen, why do people even bother celebrate their birthdays? And what are they celebrating, exactly?

Cynically (or realistically, you decide), crossing yet another birthday just means these things: another year dealing with the unforeseen, another moment recovering from the unexpected, another year closer to an end. Or perhaps, celebrating a marked year to herald the fact that you're still alive through the ups and downs of the things and people trying to drive you up the wall or down to your grave; from natural disasters; laud the fact that after all those freak accidents reported on the news every year that you're still alive and kicking?

From some rather random googling, I gathered the following idea: "The various customs with which people today celebrate their birthdays have a long history. The customs of offering congratulations, presenting gifts and celebrating - complete with lighted candles - in ancient times were meant to protect the birthday celebrant from the demons and to ensure his security for the coming year." So are we simply keeping to religion or perhaps just upholding an ancient myth we mayn't believe to be true?

Thought about this for a really long time and essentially realised, the birthday girl/ guy doesn't really celebrate his/ her birthday. It's the people around him/her that do. Yes, the birthday is the date that marks the birth of that person. But this date probably isn't as important to that person as to those who love them. And I do suppose that in loving that person, celebrating his/ her birthday seems to be a way of thanking Him for the day that person was brought to existence. And in celebrating that person's birthday, you celebrate them for being in your life, for simply being who they are. And that's all there is to it, at least to me; I think that's all that matters.

Bringing this back to context, was just considering this year. As part of some family tradition, we always go to an uptown restaurant to celebrate the day with some form of decadent indulgence. This year, I told my parents I didn't want to celebrate my birthday, to which I got slightly angry after their rejection of my proposal. Guess its clearer to me now, that I'd probably been pretty selfish at that thought.

They probably wouldn't read it here, but thank you mum and dad. Thank you for celebrating my birthday anyway. <3

Thank you D for everything, to S & E for the time and effort, and to the people who've wished me in the video, in school, through SMSes and all; for making my sixteenth such a blast.

Labels: Birthday, Family, Love, Thoughts

Okay so we're both kindof lousy at acting cute but hey, who cares? <3


I am not princess-y. But I still have this soft spot for little girls dressed in pink (yay for cousins so you can play with without being called a peadophile or something -cough) (:

Labels: Family, Photos

Updated the layout cos the stripes were getting too jarring for my eyes. Simple layout featuring Jessica Stam also thereby known as Rachel's favourite model. So yes, besides that. Was in a pretty awkward situation today praying for some sort of moderation in this feverish manner after both my Physics and Bio marks fail to reach the next GPA level by 1 mark. Its pretty interesting on how the human mind adapts so quickly to its surroundings, in this case the freakish marks-are-priority atmosphere in the KS Chee. Equally amusing was the geographical boundaries of the school seemed to mark that warped mentality; when I stepped out of the school gates and started my iTunes its like the mental bubble burst and the "what on earth was I thinking, caring about school grades like that", after which of course the (somewhat neverending) conundrum to finding the equilibrium position on grades sprouted all over again, which got me thinking.

Why do people care so much about their grades in that moment of time? Biological and psychological factors otherwise and even though smart girls know how grades don't define themselves, perhaps its just the burst of emotion (or some kindof hormonal neurotransmitter) triggering that illogicality. Can't quite put a finger on what exactly, but eventually the nonchalance got the better of me. Yeah, seretonin kicks adrenaline's ass. Always.

Labels: Studies, Thoughts