I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
Around my arms and began to shiver violently before
You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground
All the subways around create a great sound
To my motion fatigue... farewell
With your ear to a seashell
You can hear the waves in underwater caves
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room

Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time

Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn't let me sign on?
All my islands have sunk in the deep, so I can hardly relax or even oversleep
I feel as if I were home some nights when we count all the ship lights
I guess I'll never know why sparrows love the snow
We'll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow


(Owl City - Saltwater Room)


I wish I could write songs like that. I'd write them for you.

How do you know, if you're deemed as significant, the way you uncontrollably and irreversibly your significant other half?

You make me so happy, yet you're capable of disabling the joy as effectively. And putting rights and well-deserves aside, I'm scared too. I've never been in a relationship like this one before and it's all foreign in the weirdest way. But yes, I'm really scared. Is it okay to be scared?

I was the one you always dreamed of
You were the one I tried to draw
How dare you say it's nothing to me
Baby you're the only light I ever saw
I'll make the most of the sadness
You'll be a bitch because you can
Oh you try to hit me just to hurt me so you leave me feeling dirty
Cause you can't understand

Where do I ever start?

I miss you so much.

All that's left are the Marketing Principles and Commercial Law tests, which is half the bulk of what's remaining.

I've just mopped the entire house and spruced up my study desk. Now, my surroundings are trying to gear me up for the studying portion of the day.

I miss that boy. Shall elaborate more about yesterday when there's time to. Good day, folks!

You're better then the best
I'm lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me,
Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok
And the moments where my good times start to fade

Don't know how I lived without you
Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile

I like the way you like it when I clip your nose when you snore. I like it, how you always get largely amused when ever I wear the "rub me on your butt" t-shirt. I like it when we walked through the rain with drive-through MacDonalds in our hands. I like it when you frown when you sleep because that's exactly what I do when I sleep too. I like it when you hug me from behind and constantly tell me it's "spooning". I like it when you bring me to your favourite eating haunts. I like it when you shake the seaweed shaker fries because you really look so cute doing it. I like it when your mood alleviates for a better turn every time you are done with your bath. I like it when you stick little post-it(s) in my wallet telling me you love me. I like it a lot, how you constantly need me. I like it so much when you "fei ji lai le" me. I like it so terribly much, whenever you ask me "you want to marry me baby?".

I love it, how I see myself being with you ten years down the road and beyond. And I, love you so much Jerome Mak.

Pre-Statistics test and Post-Statistic test at Maska with 11th Hour and June.

Took the liberty of editing some photos, which turned out pretty nice.

Catch 11th Hour at MASKA on every Mondays and Thursdays Nights!!

For more information about the pub, log on to www.thema
ska.com. First set starts at 9 on Mondays and 8.30 on Thursdays!! See you guys there!! =)

(Photograph credits - www.themaska.com.)

Tee hee hee. MacDonalds and study at airport with Jerome Mak W.K today! Something indeed worth being happy about!

Hello Baby Mak reading this. I love you plenty!

Edit//12:14AM
Baby's so sweet! He bought me Four Leaves' chocolate hazelnut cake and MacDonalds lunch, upsized! We studied together and it was good! Things are really looking up and I thank Jerome for always being here. I cannot wait for Thursday because it'll be officially my first time attending his gig! I'm really proud of that boy, in case nobody already knows. The thing different about this boy is that, he was nothing I was looking for yet he's everything that makes me proud that he's mine. This boy, he's so awfully talented and intelligent (totally a bonus that he's so good-looking!). Even his snoring is endearing.

Enough mush.

It's with utter gladness that this day is finally over and done with. Firstly, it was being caged at home and I say this with the full interpretation of the term "literally". Second comes the lack of food resources at home, which nearly killed me. The entire day would have been better if the house was burned down or struck by lightning of something. Well, of course I am exaggerating. With affirmed grounds, I dare say I have the right to deem this day as another of those bad days which people now call the "fml" days. Apart from the whole saga being home-bound and in starvation, my glasses broke. I blanked out the moment it broke because the optician promised me that it was 'unbreakable', which was what bought me over to buy it in the first place. So now, I'm at home and compelled to put on contact lenses.

Looking on the slightly brighter side of things today, I was tuned in to the radio and discovered a song, the type that makes people feel good and tingly, though sometimes the lyrics may suggest otherwise. Plus, my sister blasted the National Day Rally 2009 the moment she came back and for once in my life, I actually absorbed most of what was being said. No offence to National Day and the Prime Minister and the state's affairs, but I'm just plain lazy.

Fireflies - Owl City


Mum just requested to switch on some good music to croon her to sleep and so I picked Warwick Avenue from the playlist. Forgetting to listen to its lyrics, she said "this is a nice love song", as she continued humming to it.

Not a clue what tomorrow has in store for me, but I damn well better get my ass to studying. It's the month of tests. I do hope tomorrow bodes things worth being happy about.



The bigger the laughter, the warmer my heart gets. Who would have ever thought that love would come in the most retarded (and good looking) package of irritance and affections, all in one?

God answers prayers, the day He gave me you.

Just lost 2kg from the most painful toothaches, yet. You can only imagine. The only part about me now that actually looks fat is probably my bloated cheeks.

Baby's gig was good last night, especially for the fact that his band performed Slow Dancing In A Burning Room and it cheered my whole night up by a thousand folds. It was so remarkably sweet, with him just singing the song and looking over at me. You know, the cliche kind of romantic that is perfectly apt. He sang it bloody well last night! He then brought me to Marina Barrage at around 2am to view the flyer and Singers' night sightings. There was even a part three to this night - East Coast beach's MacDonalds.

Jerome just messaged me telling me that he bought this yummy mango smoothie bubble tea for me. I am one lucky woman, am I not?

Back to reality. Yoghurt for lunch.

A song leader vocalist Jason of band Lifehouse for his father, who left his family by choice. I'm thinking: how do men do it? How do the pro-create something so permanent, only not to cherish its worth? How do they leave the people they have made their life? How do they decide on that one moment, and tell themselves that it is okay to leave?

Because it's never alright to just walk away breaking hearts.

So if God is somewhere, anywhere, existent, help me out here. Help me to stop riddling myself insane. Help me to believe. Help me to iron my own stories right. Help me to understand the gravity of reasons. Help me to be strong. Help me to hold on to faith, no matter how blind it is.

Lifehouse - Blind

I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as you turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like it was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

After all this why
Would you ever wanna leave it
Maybe you could not believe it
That my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you will ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

Times like these, I thank God for my awesome Jerome. He's really this superhuman, that's juggling everything so well, from council work to school to his band commitments to his family to me. I guess I really couldn't ask for more. It's been trying, but I'm glad that for once I can boldly say, that this relationship with Jerome is something I can proudly call mine.

Because if it's not hurting, it isn't love.

There is just so much to do to be wasting zeal on emotions from being alone. There are tests and studying, council commitments, upcoming birthdays, a pending divorce that isn't mine but is a weight I have to shoulder, and so much happiness to be regained. I don't know how important it is whether loneliness plays a colossal part of all these sacrifices, all I know is that I need to be happy, and being happy is all I will immerse my utter concerns in working towards.

I hope you'll be a part of this chapter, that soothes the loneliness because being with you seems to be the only thing that eradicates any form of emptiness that fills this cup. I hope that you will see through my lens. And I hope, that you will love me.

"People that are meant to be together always find their way in the end."

RMIT Student Council Initiation Day - August 2009

Da Hood!

While the hungry horde waits for dinner to arrive...

Dodge ball @ West Coast Park.

Group 5 - Hi^5

Pardon the very retarded (and cute) boyfriend of mine.

Sometimes I look at you and all I feel is pride, that you are mine.

Hello, this boy is MINE, boy on right that is!

I really like this photo.

Tong kah! (Note: Boyfriend Mak bullying the life out of me. I was laughing so hard, I could barely breathe.)

Because I love you so much this way. And love lasts always. You complete me.