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Yoyo diggity!
I'm carol,
Half Shanghainese, half Singaporean
Check out my youtube,
happyhappycarol
Free soul. (L)
I consider myself a singer/songwriter already :)
11/11 is the day I came out of my mum's cleopatra.
My biggest music and fashion inspirations are Katy Perry and Christofer Drew.
I'm embracing every opportunity in life
I love my Canon powershot E1
I love hot emo caucasion boys
I love my guitar
I love singing in the shower, cause nobody's listening.
And no matter how crappy I sing, no one's complaining :)
Oh, and I love you
This is my INTENSE blog
Go leave a comment about how hot I am, thanks

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I seldom talk about you. Seldom think about you. You're not a big part of my life. You were never a big part, infact. But you were there. You were part of me, just not a big part.

We laughed, talked on the phone for hours. When we had to say goodbye, I wished my hands were locked permanently together so I could never release you from our embrace. You opened up your inner most thoughts and feelings to me.

We shared mutual feelings about what we both were experiencing together.

You weren't happy. Neither was I. We were stressed, and we put on a mask. You somehow put it on better than I did, you made it seem like everything was perfect.

What happened? We hardly talk now. Infact, we never talk. Judging by what I heard now, and what I see. You're either still wearing your mask, or you've changed your mind about everything you complained to me about.

You seem happy. True happiness and excitement. Or just to please someone else. Who am I to judge?

I miss you. The old you. Or at least, the you I knew and had fun with. The you that you opened up to me. The you that I shared the most magical hugs with. I doubt you still remeber my full name. But if you ever come across this, I hope some of it rings a bell.
Sometimes when I write songs, I try really hard to avoid the romance topic. I mean, I've never experienced it myself. Love songs are everywhere, mine won't stand out. Hence, I write about life. In general. Daily things that I do, just sitting down playing around with chords. Daydreaming. An ordinary girl, but dreams much more than that. Relationships, no not love. Relationships with parents, family, friends. Things that people seldom touch on, the more I want to explore them. Things that people ignore, I go there. Things that people try to act as if it doesn't exist, for instance, poverty, lonely people, people attempting to kill themselves. Things that people don't want anything to do with, I pen it down. It's fun, maybe I'm melancholic. Maybe.
It was a full moon two days ago. I was doing that thumb thing in school. While Danica was doing it at home. While Nini was doing it in Malaysia. Hilarious how that short Dear John trailer succeeded to leave such a huge impact on us.

It's 9pm now and I'm so tired. My eyes can hardly open, nevermind.

Watched The House Bunny on my iPod as I do that front bridge/plank thing. Anna Faris! My role model for getting those sexy abs. I tend to train myself to be able to maintain in that position for at least a whole scene. It's surprisingly good.

Took a short break from writing songs, just more of fooling around on the guitar or piano. Playing around with chords. It's relaxing I suppose.

I can't freaking wait to go to boarders again to buy a book. My family suggests I borrow them. Ah, but they don't understand. I love having a book to call my own. With no curfews, no datelines, no rush or hurry or burden to finish the book. Next book on my list: The Little Mermaid the original story. Followed by another nicholas Sparks book. The Last Song or Message in a Bottle. That writer, I tell you, absoluetly indulging.
Just finished Dear John about 4 days ago. I finished the entire book within 2 days. It was the only book, dare I say, that left me speechless, in a mess, sobbing, and very disturbed. I found myself debating that night how the ending should have ended. It left a huge impact on me. Even though Nasri's sister and his 4 classmates may have been reading it too. Who cares? They have good taste, I need to get over the fact that I'm not the only one. And you know what, I have. Read Dear John. That's the best advice I can give you.


HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

I slept over at Amanda's house. Talked and talked with a bunch of friends, played Band Hero, played Chubby Bunny, played truth or truth, watched Coraline, watched CSI: NY, until 5.30am. We pretty much didn't care about the whole countdown thing. We just cheered, then went back to playing. :)

There's going to be tons of things installed for me this 2010 I can tell. A step forward in life. A huge leap I hope! Just having a small achievement everyday, leading me to where I want to be, would be my biggest wish and prayer, really. What I want in 2010:

-Greater bonds, with family and friends.
-Make a change. Doesn't have to be big, at all.
-Keep moving forward, Walt Disney.
-Make another step towards my goal.
-Make use of everyday, wisely.

AMEN TO THAT.
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I'm back, how have you all been? It's funny, the second I came back, I showered, then went straight to the piano. How much I missed it. I'm half done with our little song now. (Wink, wink) It's for our play next year.
I just started on another new song, about YOU. Yes you. Liar. It's amazing, wait till you hear it. Oh! And wait till it becomes famous, then you'll never dare to show your face in public again. (Smiley face)

Well, missed all of you. I can name a whole list of names right now. Ah well, check out this show created by Ashton Kutcher. www.youtube.com/tbl
It stands for The Beautiful Life, starring Mischa Barton, Sara Paxton, Corbin Bleu, and other hotties.
Just express yourself, what you feel inside.
Open that closet your hiding in.
And you'll soon discover more to you than you've imagined.
I'm back from camp!

I'm tired, and I can't find my phone.
I was just texting a kid last night, and now I can't find it.
Juniors camp was tons of fun, the children were so cute. Ever watched The Sound Of Music before? You know Brigetta, one of the Von Trapp children? One of the P2 girls looked exactly like Brigetta. I started freaking out the second I saw her, then I realized that the girl was played Brigetta is probably 50 right now, so i stopped freaking out. But I still freaked out. She was irresistably cute. Her brother, Dynes, is equally adorable. He has brown hair, and a sharp nose. He's going to be hot next time, I tell you. If I had my phone with me, I'll be uploading the pictures I took with them right now. Rats. I'll find it.

Got a talk from head of the youths, telling Christine and I not to practice favouritism. I agree. But favouritism is natural, and yes I do play with other children. I let tons of kids sit on my lap, I let quite a number of kids hold my hand.

The camp was absolutely productive, it was not a waste of time at all. 'Who Am I' really reached into my heart. It's even more beautiful when you sing it and let the lyrics read you instead of just reading it.

Anyway, going to Shnaghai next week. Any request? Let me tell you, there's H&M over there. The best, I repeat, THE BEST brand you'll ever come across in your life. Okay, going to do some painting, then probably some song composing (yay) later. Goodbye.

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