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Truth is known only to its victims;
Life tells the biggest lies of all,
And draws wages from itself

Twisting Illusions

Franchesca, Ches
23 Sep 1991
SACian before
Thespian now

I gazed up above
Counting every star
With hands grasp tightly
Wishing the fire would never burn out

I called, I screamed, I yelled
Not once did you turn
Now with my faded voice
I longed for illusions

Even if it's a lie,
Tell me what i want to hear

Christine Teo

David

Esther Tay

Hui Shuang

Jasmine Foo
Jingle Bells
Justina Gay

Kel Lim
Kel Relationshits

Leon
Lynn

Rachel

Sherri Chong
Serene
Skye

Wendy

曲翔之

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Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Home home home. What's home if it does not feel like one? People used to tell me that home is a place where you can relax and feel most at ease, but I, certainly, beg to differ! It's stressful and distressing at home.

How about talking about it? Sure! With a throat that won't co-operate. Besides, it's not THAT big deal if I were to even bring up the matter, so not much of a point to bring it up or even talk about it right?

Next Friday, 4th March, I'll be going back to the hospital. It's also when I'm going to start my rehabilitation again. I wanted a company, but since you're not exactly a fan of replying my messages, I guess I'll be going alone. Oh wells, nothing much I can do about it.

My sore throat is improving, in a way, but when I start coughing, that just meant "Bad News"! There were a couple of occassions whereby I throw up because I coughed too hard. That really hurt, I swear. Apart from that, my voice is coming back, slowly but surely.

I'm still in the process of recovering and events are piling up in me. This is really tiring me out. I sleep very early now, yet I'll be awaken in the middle of the night with the same throbbing headache.

Since things are rarely at my favour, there's nothing much I want to do to change it. Guess, this round, I'll give in. I surrender. If my voice doesn't recover by Saturday, I have no choice but to miss the audition. If home has problems, I'll just take the blame. If you don't want to reply me, guess I'll stop messaging you then.

I am really tired. My phone can now remain switched off, and I'm sure I wouldn't be contacted. I tried but failed. I stood up against you but still I suffered the blame. I chased you but still you're too fast. It's time for me to take a break. I want a whole month break from home, school and from Singapore.