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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated, about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes your stay more bearable.
Viewers discretion is advised.
shifted

MOVING. MOVED.
I've decided to go to tumblr. =D

http://berlindaang.tumblr.com
you'd find me there.


this blog will remain on this space of the internet. HAHAHA.


berlindaang!

I'm a-ok.

When you try your best but you don't succeed,
When you get what you want, but not what you need,
stuck in reverse.

I'm optimistic.



berlindaang.

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Farewell dinner


My beloved colleague will be having her last day with me at her office, tomorrow.
Yesterday we had an awesome dinner at a restuarant at Esplanade, and really. The food was a compliment to the great company we had last night.
Thanks to Kenneth (Heng), hahaha, too many kenneths, right.
Thanks to him, we get to have drinks served for free! I can finally say, I've been to a bar in Singapore before. =D I tried Banana Daiquiri, and some champagne and Rose. Yea. You bet, I'm so dense that I forgot one cannot mix your drinks. -.-
Throughout their conversations, my brain was very much switched off, and the grogginess was brought forward to this morning, rendering coffee's caffeine useless. gah.
But in anycase, yesterday was awesome, and I guess nothing beats gathering.
Well, the free drinks was definitely a bonus. Too bad that yesterday wasn't a saturday, or else we could all stay later, and drink more, and have more memories.
^^
I love fizalalamalafalabalasala.
hahahahhahahaha
berlindaang

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silence

I get loads of kick, when my sis praises me on my immature piano skills.
You see, she seldom praise me. HAHA. I guess that just adds on the emphasis that I'm good, when she praises.


Recently, I find myself a little reserve.
It's as if I don't want to do anything, go anywhere, but to just stay home, and practice the piano.
It's as if I'm possessed.








Weird I guess. Alright.
I'm off for my "lessons".


berlindaang.

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melancholy fills

Just pour it in.
Pour those feelings you've got into the music,
take away the depression,
take away trouble,
into another dimension.










berlindaang

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Fantasize your fantasy

He, is perrrfect.
He has the perfect clear blue eyes I've always wanted to drown in.
He has the rugged feel, what a guy should have!
He, can serenade any girls' heart with his voice.
He's from my fave band, Coldplay.
He. Is. Chris Martin.
Well, recently I've went on a music hunt, mostly rummaging through the net to find all the old forgotten songs, like Michael Learns to Rock, some old songs by Red Hot Chili Peppers, then living in a timeless space, with genres by U2, R.E.M and Coldplay.
I think I'm retarded. I only realised how handsome Chris Martin was, only when I was watching Coldplay's God puts a smile on your face MV. & damn. He look damn hot, although the mv was mainly black and white, covering his piercing blue eyes. But, yeah. He has got the charasmatic feel!
I have got no idea, why am I gushing how handsome Chris Martin is, when it's obvious enough from the awesome picture at the top of this post. I can stare into the screen like forever. It's as if his eyes have got some magnetic pull.
Right. Onto what's into my brain recently.
Yea. My sis would nag. "People, it's piano feeevver all over again."
hahahahahahha. While ransacking the web for songs to put into my mp3, I came across a piece by Clint Mansell, and damn. I'm hooked. Like how I manage to play only the first page of Le Onde by Ludovico Enaudi, I shall conquer the first page of Requiem of Dream by Clint Mansell.
Wish me luck.
Right now, I'm comparing prices between schools for piano and acoustic guitar! Well, my friend and I decided on acoustic guitar. STILL. When there's a piano at home... and with trusty youtube vids and stuff, I can't help but attempt at the hard pieces.
Yes, I'm attempting to fly without learning how to walk.
I guess I think I can really memorise those look-alike-black-white keys. ^^
ah wells.
CHRIS MARTIN!
berlindaang

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skip a beat

The way Katie MacAlister writes, just sucks my soul and mind into it. She just knows the perfect setting for girls' hearts to skip at beat, and then hold their breathes, and imagine their guy doing it to them.


Alright. Back to reading her book.


berlindaang

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