Goodbye childhood, goodbye dreams.

And soon somebody will be sitting behind the wheel.

"Debonair, my darling Claire. I do not want to leave my hopes behind."

I must say I'm certainly delighted to go back camping under the duvets 'till the late morn.

I will sing you feelings hidden in words,

I will play you happiness and anger on the black-and-white keys,

I will enclose the secrets deep inside me,

So that they may never see light again.

Christmas is weeks away,

out comes the coloured pens and paper,

baking tray and flour.

Creativity and time spent together written on paper,

of what camaraderie builds between two friends.

Red, green, white;

- your themed Christmas colours.

Instead of praying to your Father,

you choose to trust in the 'magic' 11:11 gives you.

I don't know how long I can stand here and give you smiley faces

when all you do is make me upset.

I suppose it's the raging hormones, or more of your lack of insensitivity.

I wonder how long I'll last.

We can count our days on our backs,

mark them off like they do in jail cells,

as we choose to either live, or die day by day.

Oreo, oreo, oreo,

feed me something tongue teasing and delicious.

" When we used to spend our time on Disney games. I still do that, actually. "

Remember when we used to go to shopping malls on the weekends?

Anger spotted us making out, but then we slept it out.

I left Moody in messy sheets, went on and hooked up with Love.

Then 6 hours later I went to Vegas and ended up engaged. Again.

I am now happily married to Contented and we're gonna

multiply with fruitful offspring, losers.

Awards Night came and went, and so did the Yearbook Editorial chaos.

I am honestly going to miss the latter than the former,

mainly because I formed close bonds with those who

I was rather distant with at first.

In 3 more days, school's gonna end

And I have yet to figure out what I'm gonna do with that 1 1/2 months.

Don't you just hate it when people fuck with your feelings?

Ah, my creativity's at it's end. Will rejuvenate.

" As she ran out to him, closer and closer she got, he slowly, little by little, disappeared into thin air before her very eyes. "

So you see, as everything gets mixed

And from the heart to your lips, I become your puzzle

Your laugh screams I should let you go

Before losing grip and giving up

'cause I will never ask so much of you

You already treat me like a big child

And we don't have anything to risk anymore

Apart from our lives we leave beside

And he still loves me, and I love you a bit more

But het still loves me, and I love you a bit more

It's enough for these splits

It's harder to do than other times

Because without laughing, it's easier to dream

about what we will never be able to touch again

And we hold hands, like children

Happiness on the lips, a bit naïvely

And we walk together, with determined steps

So that our heads scream we should stop everything

He still loves me and you, you love me a bit more

But he still loves me and I, I love you a bit more

And despite that, he still loves me and me, I love you a bit more

But he still loves me and me, I love you a bit more

Still, and I, I love you a bit more

But he still loves me and I love you a bit more

And despite that, he still loves me and I love you a bit more

But he still loves me and I love you a bit more

And despite that, he still loves me and I love you a bit more

But he still loves me and I love you a bit more

And despite that, he still loves me and I love you a bit more

But he still loves me and I love you a bit more

Coeur de Pirate- Comme des Enfants

" You see? We and the children share similarities- we both still believe love exists. "

6.9

of something so exciting interrupted by a period.

//

I am much, terribly much confused, and maybe just a little 'bit in love at the same time.

xx

- obituary this.

2) When I was 7, I saw my first Harry Potter movie. Then on, I was determined to become an actress. I also wanted to be a fashion designer, a stewardess and a model at the same time. I was rather ambitious.

3) When I was 7, I also had my first crush. His name is Daniel Radcliffe. In my eyes, he was the perfect little boy who lived under a staircase. How delightfully attractive.

4) When I was 8, I twirled round and round at a wedding lunch reception.... and banged my elbow into the wooden wall, which triggered flows of tears and blood. True story.

5) When I was 9, I had my first horse ride in Gold Coast, Australia. I enjoyed every moment of it. Thinking about it still makes me smile, thank you, Aussie.

6) When I was 7-10, I was a total nerd. It was good grades, tiny circle of friends all the way. For four years. Then things changed.

7) When I was 11, I discovered Hollywood. The first band I ever came across- The Black Eyed Peas. My creys, can you believe it, 11. Please refer to no. 6.

8) When I was 12, I had a circle of friends. Completely cliquely. I was used, backstabbed and hated. I was also equally mean and vicious. Along these lines, I found out that a certain boy didn't ask me out because my 'friends' told him not to.

9) When I was 12, I met a really nice guy named Jay. He excelled in various criteria on the Potential Boyfriend Checklist. A little bird told me that the feelings were, in fact, mutual, but it was a mini-eye contact that sadly didn't last.

10) When I was 12 and 7 months, I watched The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. And that's where the Skandar Keynes story began.

11) When I was 13, I was racist. But it was my own race I turned upon. Shameful, I know. I don't really regret it, I suppose it's just one of those phases.

12) When I was 13 and a month, I started loving Hannah Montana and Taylor Swift.

13) When I was 13 and 3 months, I fell off my bike while tying my hair. If you see the hidden meaning then pat yourself on the back.

14) When I was 13 and 5 months, my dad took us on a cruise. It was just whimsicle, and working on a cruise ship as a performer was added to my 'To Do' list.

15) When I was 14, I didn't do anything memorable as far as I can remember. I shall get back to you on that.

16) When I was 15, I was free from attending Mandarin class in school. Elated I was, indeed.

17) When I was 15 and 4 months, fans who liked that same thing that I did started to get really annoying. I dropped Hannah Montana followed by Taylor Swift. They are now on my 'hake' list.

18) Now I am 16, I have changed quite a fair bit. I've moved from Western FOOD to.. still Western and Japanese, Taylor Swift to Regina Spektor, 'La-s' and 'Ma-s' to 'How do you do-s', Brad Pitt and Angie Jolie to Josh Duhamel and Stacey Ferguson. I also like putting my imagination on paper and creativity on my blog. And sleeping is a terribly enjoyable hobby.

I'll leave my love with you for now.

xx

- because penguins and zebras have the same thing in common.

I must sincerely tell you how I felt

inside that room behind the close door.

It was anger, failure, tiredness and devastation,

in that order.

To make myself feel better, I decided to stop holding in the tears

and let them flow freely. Well, just a little.

This, might I add, also loosens up the knot in my throat.

Blue, my dear sea creature.

You may be physically small, but secretly you're the largest mammal in the living ocean.

Thank you for being my rant to person.

xx

- gosh, this is getting really boring

What a DAY, I had all these things to do

Now I just wanna cry out my fustra

I shall sing it to you:

My name is Cinderella, or you can call me Mozza Rella.

I don't go to Princess School where I learn to walk and curtsy.

But instead drown in Pacs of Life where

you learn 3 types of rocks exist.

And your very friend the sedimentary, shall delightfully be of no use to you.

As the months scroll by to September,

I was thrown a task by the Red Queen,

to build her majesty a little boat

which will float her dreamily in the little river.

Wistfully, I did as she asked,

designed the blueprints and all.

But my beloved Red Queen then came to me

and said:

' Rella! I now want a yacht!

It shall bring me nicely around the beach

where the tan men may fall hopelessly in love with me.'

So I smiled ever so brightly at her,

then cussed a little as she walked away,

threw and burned the old blueprints,

and started on the yacht one straight away.

As I got my woodmen ready- the carpenters and all,

She, the Red Queen, once again came to me

and said: 'Rella! My little doll!'

' I've changed my mind,' exclaimed the royal she,

' I want a huge ship now. I heard the Queen of Timbuktu has one,

now wouldn't it be fun?'

She sashayed away again, leaving me to stare,

at all the work I had done, all that I had prepared.

So again, I began from scratch, drawing and measuring lines,

I had to keep my mouth shut, as I was not allowed to whine.

Part by part the ship was built, little by little the pieces came,

Everything was measured, as they had to be the same.

Soon, came the day, where behold, the ship was built.

The Red Queen, the silly, arrived draped in quilt.

All the castle's maidservants had gathered to see,

their beloved Red Queen set out to sea.

All shed miserable tears,

Except for our beloved, Mozza Rella dear.

//

However, I must say,

Rella DID in fact shed tears behind closed doors.

And then she wiped her tears away, and went out to face the world

with a smile plastered on her face.

xx

- and we're back to square one

I hope you fall on your behind.

Nowadays, I no longer blog of

the new dress I bought or of attractive foreign guys I saw (okay maybe I still do)

My posts nowadays consists of rambling little sentences

that may or may not make sense to you,

depending on who you are.

Why? do you ask, I no longer blog about my daily mishaps?

I want to make my blog something more than the norm,

well maybe, what I consider the usual norm to me.

So daily activities and emotions shall be encoded

into the language which you know so well.

That meaning lies in every word.

And if you certainly must know,

I did, in fact, had a ravishing week so far.

Conversations loaded with Tumblr language,

a few of which, have successfully survived in reality.

My creys, I'm off to study for my Science test.

Ain't rocket science, but still.

Oreo Truffles

Where shall I begin?

Yes, I do miss writing you stories of my not-so fictional existence.

I wish I was more inspired and had creative juices flowing into my brain,

but for now, however, I do not.

Rekindled another ex-love for fashion designing a few days ago.

Working on school project and it reminded me of a lil' convo I had with

Grace eons ago..

*backseat of the car*

grace: so what do you wanna be when you grow up?

me: urhm..a fashion designer? (dear reader, please close your gaping mouth)

grace: really? me too!

We were such hopeful kids back then.

In Tumblr terms, photos like these make me feel

forever alone, a term that even I for one must say, is beyond exaggerated.

The fact that 4 years ago, if one of us had actually bothered to admit the truth,

then maybe we could've been all we could have been.

Ah love, I honestly wonder where in the world you are right now.

xx

- 6 billion, and then there's you.

P.S. I just hit 103. Oh yeeeaaaaah.

Maine Mainly, the one who never left.

Thank you for being there for me,

especially during the blue days.

Filling me up when I felt rather empty,

a great tea-time friend.

My cheesecake lover, where for art thou?

You also come in the gorgeous, most bodacious form

of a mouthwatering delight.

I think there's something wrong with reality.

People complain too much, life's too chaotic.

And the word 'complicated' is really starting to bug me.

Honestly speaking, if there wasn't so much pressure on external beauty,

the world would be a much nicer place to live in.

I am going to sleep to dream of more peaceful things.

Hope to see you there!

xx

- take a deep breath, and jump.

Escapism; Reality.

It's strange considering my breakdown yesterday.

And no, it's not my Aunt Flo, however relevant that might seem to you.

I'm happy ecstatic elated.

And hopefully my mood stays this way for awhile.

Keynes, Callaghan, Carter, Lerman, Bennett.

Did you figure out why?

xx

- they don't get enough.

I saw her flirting across the room

making her way to this guy

All it took was on look,

She definitely caught his eye.

Slowly, one became two

They intertwine, oh, tender fingers so sweet.

And they did things which they shouldn't.

Woke up one morning to find that she's gone,

Cleared her clothes and make-up,

And all them things she used to dress up.

Love letters left on his coffee table,

some torn, some shredded, mostly- burnt.

I watch her break his pitiful heart,

that vulnerable little piece of his system

The one thing he gave up, mostly devoted to her.

Now even glue won't fix it.

So on goes the vixen,

that oh-so femme fatale,

On to her next victim,

to find another heart to eat.

Oh so soundly, she sleeps,

The way she walks so slender,

makes grown men cry.

And with those piercing eyes,

with her deliciously malicious intentions.

She'll rip your heart out.

Songs that make me cry have been absent in my life for awhile,

and now, the kind souls have made their appearance.

With love, I wish to present you this beautiful song.

But fear prevents me so, for fear you may laugh and mock.

On my wall sticks those I love.

Currently of 5, in total.

My best friend told me she gave up on me 2 days ago.

Go figure.

xx

- and so they say, the story goes.

Finished, executed and terminated my Sci 1003.

)(!^$(&#^JDBBVLDVMBSLVMLDMV

This is when I get extremely happy on the keyboard.

Truth to be told,

I caught a virus which has been spreading around.

No lactose and spice,

had to survive on porridge and cereal.

:(

*after whining, it is traditional for the blogger to post pictures, which in returns lightens the mood and hopefully keeps the reader still interested.

Have I told you I absolutely love,

beyond LOVE macaroons?

They're simply ingenious,

and plus side they look stunning in pictures.

So amazing that I can't describe it in words,

only to tell you: You have GOTTA try one.

Yeah, as much as I find Spongebob overrated and all over the place,

I had to post this, and yes, it's a cake.

It's a shame great things lose their charm when too many people love them.

xx

-and you ask yourself :"Why did I bother highlighting this?"