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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, August 29, 2011
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Everything's happening the wrong time. Everything. If this is gonna be breakup season, please let it end really soon. Seeing one person suffering in agony when two are no longer in love or having a major dispute really is agonising, much less having 7/8 people undergoing similar emotional crisis. My heart goes out to you guys. And I am really sorry how I'm possibly not there as much as I wished I could because schoolwork's holding me back as of now, I really am. ):

But remember, there is a reason, a time and a season to everything that happens. And one day, someone better will come along and pick you up and shower you with the blessings of joy, warmth and love and remind you what love truly is. And the wait will be worth every drop of tear you're shedding and every memory too painful to keep yet too precious to discard. It'll be worth it. (':

On a more jubilant note, happy birthday to my dearest Olivia Djawoto, the 'mum' who was the 1st person I entrusted my deepest darkest secrets of my JC drama days to, the one who could give me rational advices and remind me to never give up hope in every single thing and do my best and never gave up on me. 2.5years of friendship and counting, and I'm waiting to be your bridesmaid on your wedding with 'dad' (not forgetting the extra fishballs I'm entitled to. :D) Hearts to all over the world to you, Mummeh. :D

Xoxo.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011
this scene won't play

This is one of the rare few days I wake up at an uncanny 3am in the morning, reach terminal 1 at 4am, send Myra off at 5.15am, rush home to take my bag and reach school by 7.30am, have lessons till 3pm, consultatioh with miss liang before studying till marisa called and had farewell steamboat dinner for john (where I ended up becoming the baby and john kept peeling prawns for me LOL.) at tanjong katong till10pm.

Bon voyage John, happy 19th birthday Polarbear, and bon voyage Myra Lai Shu-Xian. It's been less than 20hours since I last met you but I miss you a whole load already. ): See you in 2years' time & I love you, always. *hugs* (Y)

Xoxo.

Monday, August 15, 2011
You've come so far, don't throw it away


I've been surviving on truckloads of food, encouragement, help, advice and love albeit the unfavourable conditions which encompasses stress, devastation and uncertainty.

Thank you for all the support, and concern shown through this treacherous journey, because I really appreciate every single little care. From random smses from various people, just asking how I've been coping and telling me to keep hanging in there and poor people who have to listen to me whine incessantly and to helping me physically by willingly offer their help to me in the subjects that I'm weaker in.

I'm really lucky. I don't deserve all these.
I'm going to survive this ordeal.
In the words of my lovable bio tutor this morning,
"If you can survive JC, you can survive anything."
And that's exactly what I plan to do.

And that would be to continue to survive on more food, encouragement, help, advice and love. (Y)

3.15pm on December the 1st doesn't seem too far away.
The light at the end of the tunnel seems a little brighter every step I take.
Freedom is drawing nearer every moment.
I'm not giving up,
Not now after I've been through so much.

Xoxo.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011
For this is where I know I'm home.

'This is home, truly
Where I know I must be.
Where my dreams wait for me,
Where the river always flows,
This is home, surely
As my senses tell me,
This is where I won't be alone,
For this is where I know it's home.'

This is where I begin.
This is where my family and friends are.
This is where I was brought up.
This is where I was educated.
This is where I found love.
This is where I feel safe and warm.
This is where I want to bring up my future family.
This is where I belong.
This is where I call home.
And I'm not saying this because it's national day but, it's really the pride of being a true blue Singaporean.

Home is where the heart is.
Happy Birthday Singapore, my heart stays here no matter where I am. (:

Xoxo.