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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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Sunday, October 10, 2010
ten times three doesn't give you thirty

Sunday, 10/10/10, 2.08pm, SSC.
I was talking to Salted Pig and Sis M when my mobile rang and I was prompted to pick up the phonecall even though it was a foreign number which has been calling my mobile several times for the past few weeks especially during my peak pre-promo season. But boy, was I glad when I picked up the phone and heard this absolutely familiar (and tired, no doubt) voice over the phone...

Me: "Amanda Loh?"

If I wasn't at the 4th floor of the chapel in the SSC, donned in my dress and wearing the 4+ inches heel that I wore for my TK prom and standing at a crowded area, I might just jump for joy and scream across the corridors (but yes Jes is a demure girl and can control herself. Okay, and I definitely didn't want to fall on my heels, heehee.) :D

But yes, it was my dearest Amanda Loh Ming Hui over the phone, at a faraway land called Utah, a 14hours planeride away from where I'm sitting at this moment, over the phone. Today's really an awesome day, prolly the charm of 10/10/10? :D Didn't get to talk to her for a long time though, cos everyone wanted to talk to her and it didn't help when I had to rush off to the 3rd floor to attend a ward baptism.

Content-wise, it was short. But I got the gist of her message. Part of me just wanna fly over to Provo now and give you a hug. A small part of me just feels like, going over to a certain local uni to yank that person out and ask why is he doing this to you... I'm sure a part of you feels overjoy yet the other feels... Lost.

After promos, after promos, in two days,
I'll have a good hthtalk over skype or phonecall.
Meanwhile hang in there my dear girl, and stay courageous, lovely and bubbly like you've ever been.
Love you always (from the other end of the globe),
Xoxo.

PS: I'm not done with promos, left with 2 papers till tuesday afternoon. Proper posts after that alright.