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I am so encapsulated by this song.

The words. The music. The voice. The harmony. It’s emo with a glimmer of hope.

I never thought Colbie Caillat’s music would translate so well in the commercial market but this song caught my attention when I reviewed her album.

And God, I love the video. It embodied the true meaning of the song.

Oh, click play already and you’ll know what I mean = )

Take time to realize,
That your warmth is crashing down on in
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn’t I, didn’t I tell you?

But I can’t spell it out for you,
No, it’s never gonna be that simple
No, I cant spell it out for you

If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we’d be perfect for each other
And will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
We’d never have to wonder if
We missed out on each other now.

Take time to realize
Oh-oh I’m on your side
Didn’t I, didn’t I tell you.
Take time to realize
This all can pass you by…didn’t I tell you?

But I can’t spell it out for you,
no its never gonna be that simple
no I can’t spell it out for you.

If you just realized what I just realized
then we’d be perfect for each other
then we’d never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we’d never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.

It’s not always the same
No, it’s never the same
if you don’t feel it to.
If you meet me half way
If you would meet me half way.
It could be the same for you.

If you just realized what I just realized
then we’d be perfect for each other
then we’d never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we’d never have to wonder
Just realized what I just realized

Missed out on each other now
Missed out on each other now

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Hollywood has suffered a great lost. Heath was an amazing actor and given the time he could have been one of the greats.

His body has been moved from New York to LA en route to its final resting place in Perth.

My heart goes out to the Ledger’s, Michelle Williams and 2 year old Mathilda.

Warner Bros. put this memoriam up on their official website.

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If only humans can read each other’s minds. That would eradicate all misunderstandings and everyone would be honest, irregardless of whether they mean to or not.

Alright, I miss my brother.

I miss his constant nagging.

His sullen face and his moody tantrums.

His “Ko, don’t come into my room!”

I miss not being able to talk to him and update him on what’s new in my life.

I miss arguing with him.

I miss him.

There I said it.

You know it’s time for an update when your own father starts to question the lack of new entries on your blog.

Swinging me back from my brief sabbatical from posting bitter rantings and insightful ; ) poetry, my dad’s abrupt awakening couldn’t have come at a better time.

My blog has been pretty barren.

Apart from inability to magically gain access to internet service during the holidays, the only thing else that attributed to my blog’s sterile façade is my own inability to make time to gather my thoughts on paper. Or rather on the computer.

Well, I’m making time now after realizing my legions of supportive and responsive readers who take time off to check in, might need to have something to read and ponder on. Having said that, here’s a quick update:

I finally graduated from my foundation program (yay!) and have proceeded to start on my diploma in mass communications.

Ah. Finally, no more going through semesters laden with boring lecturers and even more boring and nonsensical subjects.

The commencement of my diploma program also marks the most crucial time in my entire education life: deciding which university to apply to.

Though initially I had plans to apply to the University of South Australia in Adelaide, I have widened my scope to include the U.S.

After a meeting with my personal and discreet guidance counselor, I am now considering the prospect of studying in the States, or more specifically, Texas. I’m deciding between the small town charms of Lubbock’s Christian University or the lush greenery of Hardin Simmons University in Abilene.

Choices, choices.

Anyways, things are still in the planning and negotiation stage. I still have to work out my scholarship application and sit for my SAT’s next year so nothing’s concrete yet.

Plans for further education aside, I am now at an even more critical point in my life.

The panoramic view of my not-so-rosy vision of life has gotten even wider. Just like the size of my ass.

Case in point: I’m turning 21.

And I hate it.

Only because I hate the idea of not being able to act like a complete fool without being frowned upon.

And not being able to sing “Teenagers” at the top of my lungs in the car with my college friends and actually be a teenager.

And having to sound all intellectual and smart, ALL THE TIME.

And not being able to still cuddle with my mummy. Or call my mummy, mummy.

I hate having to succumb to society’s rule of censorship and filtering what I say in public.

I hate having to have to wake up and tell myself to act and behave more maturely, as if that constitutes to me actually behaving more maturely.

I hate that by the end of February, almost all of my best friends would be overseas. (Nadia and Xin: I’m glad I still have you guys *sob, sob*)

I hate that turning 21 means you soon lose all naïveté and have to start thinking and conducting yourself like an adult.

I hate that turning 21 means I can no longer make long lists of things to whine about, like this.

But most of all…

I hate that in the past 21 years of my existence I still have not done anything significant with my life.