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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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Tuesday, March 08, 2011
last words as an eighteen year old

1.5hours till I officially turn nineteen and I was thinking about everything that happened in the last year.

I'd say my eighteenth year had been the best year thus far - I had a taste of what glory and success really is (through sheer hard work and determination nonetheless.) The feeling of limelight shining on you during When A Prophet Speaks and in.harmoNY and the euphoria when the results of the folklore category, superior youth mix in Olomouc and Promotional Examination were released - the feelings are simply too strong yet undescribable. No doubt there was a period of uncertainty, moments where I felt discouraged, played with fire with regards to matters of the heart and complicated and tangled up my life to a huge ball of mess. I was questioned on several attempts on my ability to pull through the academic year. Nearly fainted when I found out that there was a bet placed on me and someone in Olomouc. I was too playful and decided to play on in the already-very-complicated situation that I was in, and I lost track of reality. But I've made it through in the end. I've woken up to reality. I guess these are little things to teach you life's lessons. Mould you to be stronger individuals in the future. I'm proud to say I've grown. Stronger, more determined, less foolish, less hasty.

I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. All I need is time,

I'll truly miss being eighteen. I've learnt so much, more than I ever thought I would.

May my nineteenth year be more fulfilling, and a better year yet to arrive.
Xoxo.