prologue

NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans

i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.





Saturday, May 05, 2007 11:01

morning jog at upper seletar reservoir, then headed to the golf course for a lil tee off play. i suck at that, maybe a lil manja while swinging, but the ball never goes beyond 100; hardly at 50. ami, a lil shy cause of someone, but ouh well, she is so much better with the balls golf balls than i am. *tongue.outt* so yeah, breakfast at singapore's ayer hitam.

& now i just cant stop singing, "fly me to the moon & let me play among the stars. let me see how spring is like in jupiter & mars. in other words, hold my hands. in other words, darling kiss me. fill my heart with song & let me sing forever more. you are all i long for, i worship & adore. in other words, please be true. in other words, i love you."

it is ami's fault. she drilled that to my head.

am going to causeway point with the girls for some gelare's waffles & gelato. then, for my car prac, & hopefully today is much better than yesterday. i wish.

& today, i learned to breathe, & i have told myself not to be affected by outsiders' malevolent perceptions of me as a mean to put me down, functioning as an inhibitant towards achieving my awe-inspiring goals and dreams. i believe in trusting myself, my very own instinct. besides, i have the support of my family & him, who know what is best for me, catalyzing my stuporous rate of process of stupendous achievement. i do get emotional towards the constructive criticisms they had given me, but i shall see it in another light, because they are supposed to make me do better in life, as so that i can become a much stronger person than i am.

when i think that the whole world hates me, this is what i shall tell myself. i still have you, dear. my grip, & i shall not give up, but prove to them that i am not what they think of me. it has never hurt me a single bit.

& i love you.