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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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Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sticks and stones

It's been so long since I last posted anything. Mainly because I've been so busy with everything else, but really, I guess there wasn't very much worth a blog post apart from me getting a job, tutoring insane number of kiddos and getting into my dream school.

Of course I can't claim that life's been surreal and that all's been smooth; nevertheless I am genuinely grateful for the blessings that had been showered upon me over the past year and so. Dealing with little delinquents and screaming over simple instructions is still part of the job, but I suppose I've learnt to love these kiddos through these experiences. That immense sense of satisfaction is priceless when you see a class of students understand concepts taught to them, and pouting out their heart of gratitude to you as they embark on their next class.

Speaking of school, it's truly amazing and so much of a blessing as to how the Lord works in mysterious way. Taking the gamble and applying for BYU while forgoing offers from the local schools was such a big risk, but when the acceptance letter arrive I couldn't help but cry tears of joy. To know how much I have been blessed was one matter, to realise what I had to go through was a test and a price to pay for sweet success was another. Much as I am excited to embrace a new life and an uncertain future, I certainly feel the pinch having to leave my loved ones behind for an extended period of time. Four years may not be forever, but long enough for my heart to pine for a reunion. Enough for me to earnestly plan to come home to reunite with my people. But till then, my heart will wax strong as I embrace this new journey in life. I quote Matin "It's not 'goodbye', rather, it is 'see you again'." Wise little junior there.

Two months till departure. Carpe diem.

Xoxo.