a picture worths a thousand words

and if thats the case, i hope the pictures can make up for my long absence.

couple wallet! woohooo

brunch at caffe habitu with amiga...plus revision obviously as you can see my pencil case

for some reason this place makes you work harder than you usually do,

and it has some special healing power...

its not exactly feeling like home

its cozy, but special, not something you'll visit everyday

and because of that, you chat, and you chat with sincerity and audacity

oh perhaps its just the italian interior design that confuses me

or maybe it is the people i go with that makes me feel so happy :)

conclusion: don't ever underestimate kids' financial power. lol

those dark days during exam period...fighting till i see the sunlight

and keep reminding myself nothing is impossible...this is what i got after removing the cap

rushing off chinese!

trying to comprehend numbers and symbols...a poor attempt though i must admit

giving up is not easy at all...it is just another type of persistence. do you get me?

but you can see what intense studies do to your..uh...head.

oh and general health too! cos you're hot and you're cold, and you're yes and you're no

wearing cardigan upside down, flipping the bottom over my shoulder...

there you go, a 'poncho', if you would.

obviously freaked out...reading through Brighton Rock once again

(probably the worst approach ever for lit revision)

and that's when a cup of tea comes in...don't sleep don't sleep...

and how can you miss out comfort food! yoghourt with banana and cereal

no kidding, i survived!

amiga you've been too nice to me...eu amo voce. and i mean it.

the best experience for palates...my grandma's steamed chicken

the mother's-day-like father's day...in 20 years time this outfit will be mine muahaha

like mother like daughter...the shopaholics/hand-me-downs

oh did i mention i have cleopatra's hair?

rounding up the father/mother's day with shanghainese dinner

edit:

i almost forgot to write something about the layout. well pretty obviously i've changed it.

the new design templates are simply awesome and computer illiterates-friendly, which i'm very pleased about it. thanks google. and out of all the beautiful pictures, i chose this bedroom theme. it's quite metaphoric...its just the most (supposedly?) comfy spot at home, and there's where i usually dream, come up with my own thoughts, write a bit of diary...pretty much suits the purpose of this blog, but except this is a declaration of wordlove and a platform of sharing.

blahblahblah *yawn*

it is now 2.25am.

and i was working on my short story very very hard.

and to be very honest, my mind is not even functioning properly.

i really wish to write. you dont know how much i've missed my blog today at school. it was as if daydreaming about it whenever i had a break (and sometimes even when i didn't). but then, it's kind of pointless to write a piece of crap without much proper thought put into it, or simply turning this into a haven where i can swear as much as i want or complaining how bad my day has been.

i once thought today, technically yesterday, was going to be one of the best days ever with fine weather, a good start of the day and most importantly, i've started my blog!! until i had a little quarrel and some, ahem, human relations issues to deal with. aha. i know my day was bad. and this is not what i wanted to be on my lovelayy blog.

promise. tomorrow. photos. real kick start of something lily-ish. xx

p.s. i'm indeed quite happy with my short story, though i do doubt if anyone will have the patience to read through the whole thing thoroughly...but the passion never dies. and i'm not going to waste my plot at all. so pur-lease, look forward to it, s'il vous plait.

lily.kylie proudly presents

Behind the Veils

Foreword (Synopsis)

“I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way."

Natalie Bedingfield, “Unwritten”

That was the lyrics that I was listening to when I was taking my flight to Washington, D.C., in hopes of changing, or perhaps trying to change, a tiny bit of the world and bring some justice to it with the limited power a teenager has.

Looking back, that was the greatest irony ever in my life.

To myself - for recording my first glimpse of the world.

coming soon. very soon in fact.