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Hey! This is Jesmine but there are a thousand and one others out there who calls her Jia Min too! She's (finally) 18 and is more than happy to be showered with gifts on the nineth day of the third month each year. She's currently mugging in Nanyang Junior College with a bunch of cute people in 1002, but she still loves and misses her alma mater, TKGS together with her dearest 4e1 very very much. She ditched her 4-years long CCA, netball, for singing - both in choir and as a soloist (Just don't ask her to sing Don't Cry For Me, Argentina. It's Marisa's new ploy to watch a free show! And I know poor Bren's sick of playing it!) She's been stuck in Alto 2 in choir for a good ol' 5 years while her dearest conductor is still deciding whether to leave her there or transfer her somewhere else, but she takes the performing role of a mezzosoprano as a soloist (and communicate her 3-octave range using her perfect pitch to her rocking friends who in turn gives her nicknames of innate objects such as tuning fork, piano and amplifier. :/) Oops, she nearly forgot to mention that she was a part of the Superwomen(Student Welfare) committee of the Prefectorial Board back in the good ol' TKGS days. She's awesomely proud to be an Latter-Day Saint, and savouring her last year as a Laurel before she gets kicked out of YW. She loves her family and friends to bits, and in her (very little) free time, adores chilling out with her friends, attend concerts, shopping (and window shopping too. Money don't fall from the sky, y'know.), singing, tinkling on the piano, blogging, FBing and there's so much more she'll prolly need a thousand pages for her to fill up her "LOVES&HOBBIES" section. Flowers, cute huggable soft toys, helium balloons and (hand-written) letters and notes are some of her favourite things.♥

PS: I can/can't believe you just spent/wasted 5 minutes of your life reading her introductory speech. Btw, she LOVES people who tag on her tagboard, so do make sure you let her know that you were here! Have an awesome day anyway! (:






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Monday, July 05, 2010
Please forgive me,

There was a particular incident (I will not disclose details so that you guys can't find out who the person is) that kept haunting me for the past few days though it happened slightly more than half a year ago. I can't believe I was so blinded to the point that the feelings of a particular someone was so freaking obvious and it only dawned on me so, so, so long later.

Initially I felt that that afternoon went a little too weird for me but I never really dared to wonder why (partly because I guess I was a little too scared to think of what that someone's actions would have implied), but as I took a step back, confided in a couple of close girlfriends (all of them came to the same conclusion as I recounted the entire afternoon) and recollection from other little memories we had, I've come to a realisation that I'm really, really slow when it comes to myself even though others could see your intentions so clearly.

"You look so different from every other photo I've seen of you
on FB!" "Since they've already saw the both of us, let's pretend that we're
together?" "If you really don't want to go with them, I'll be a gentleman and
accompany you to lunch." "I treat you to lunch?" "Why no?" "Why won't you let me
reciprocate your kindness?" "Okay I shall get (this) for you." "Hey, where are
you heading for after this? Wanna accompany me to (place)?" "Okay let's walk
down to (place) from here, I can be the tourguide!" "Haha do you wanna walk down
to (the location I'm heading for)? I know a shortcut..."
"Take train? Oh okay..." "If my friend doesn't reply in (2 or 4mins) I'll alight
at (my station) and walk over to my friend's place (which is at least one
station away)." ...
I don't know if you ever read my blog, or will ever read this post,
but if you do, I just want to say,
I'm sorry. I really am.
For the way I reacted to some of your questions and comments. It must have hurt when I said NO to that and many of the subsequent questions you asked because I felt a little too overly uneasy after that question. I'm sure I must have given the "Please don't ever talk to me, ever." signal when you left even though you were trying hard to make me happy throughout the entire afternoon which made me all the more guilty right now.

Well, it's been half a year. I hope you'll forget the pain I've subconsciously inflicted on you that very afternoon (and beyond) and I hope to believe that you have moved on...
I don't want our friendship to turn sour after that afternoon because our post conversations were never the same again after that day and I hate it and we haven't talked in a long, long time.

I'm sorry for the wrong impressions I may have possibly given to you to make it seem like the feeling between us was mutual.
Even though I've never had those feelings for you,
Please forgive me.

And dear memory, please stop haunting me with that incident. I really need my sleep. It's 1.30am in the morning and I'm supposed to meet Sab at 7.30am.
Goodnight people.
-Case closed-