sometimes i guess i let things get into my head. and sometimes it's just how others say it that makes it worse. But in a way, it knocks a ton of sense into me.

Sometimes, i feel as if i don't understand myself at all.
i have no idea what i want in life sometimes. which is sad. for some reason.

ANYWAY.
my last 2 months here before term 4 ends! i should be making the most out of it. :)
hehehe. omg, melb was super cold this morning. screw, why did i decide to wear shorts? :/ oh well, it was great seeing ppl back in Trinity i guess :D
MamaShan was back this morning <3 yay! hahah, now we can talk about BS till the cow comes home. lol.
Omg, i just found out today that G and C are going for prom together! wts~ i seriously don't feel like going to it anymore. like i don't wanna go there and like see them standing there tgtr. *G's so shy, what do u think will happen then? :/ you never know :/ * lol.
it was nice to see Charmaine and Felix! hahah. both of them cut their hair. Char cut Felix's hair, haha, it was okay in a way where it wasn't screwed up/ good. lol. hahah. Felix demanded an answer from me then. lol. Charmaine wasn't as bad as us (Spring music fest group), apparently, she changed her song like... 4 times already. LOL. hahaha. Felix has been asking me seriously weird questions, wonder what's his problem -.- Chemistry, as usual, was a bore, but i tried my best to pay attention. hahah. got a little info out of it. :D
walked with pui shan to meet heather outside gym. lol. Saw Charles on the way there. Charles has bigger arms. ZOMG!!!  T.T then we saw Dylan, haha. Pui shan so funny.


ahhhh, JERRY. GO STUDY NOW. YOU CAN DO IT. IT'S THE FINAL LAP! GO! GO! GO!
CASS, BALL, EMILY, MARCUS AND BONG!!!! HOPE UR PROMOS ARE ALRIGHT :D
JU, TRI AND NATE! DON'T SLACK IN POLY!
HOPE ALL YOU GUYS ARE GREAT.
MISS AND LOVE YOU A TON :)
HEHEH. <3

I'm kind of glad that no one from Trinity knows my blog.
Cause it's like i can say things freely here.
Thankfully :)

Anyway, Hilly, Heather and Sharon are in my room discussing for Spring Music Fest.
Like sometimes, i wish i had the talent to sing. I know I don't have a really good voice. But sometimes encouragement would be good. In a way, i don't know how to say it.
Like in the past, when we're singing ( Natalie and I) I kinda have encouragement from ppl. I don't know how to say it. But sometimes it feels when I'm rehearsing with them, it's like I'm not there at all. Like when Sharon records it, people can barely hear my voice. But If i sing louder, its like idk how to say. (i don't think its that out of tune, but it's just different). And the worse thing is that when i ask them to help me get more in tune, no one really wants to help. And like sometimes the things people say, makes me hurt sometimes. Like one of them said while they were rearranging the standing order, she was like " Claire, don't mind uh, we'll just count you out first:". :( And after they recorded it without me, Hilly was like.. this was so much nicer. Like it kinda breaks my heart. Now they're like talking about the group as if i'm invisible. would they like it if i did that to them??? sigh. Feel like quitting. ( But i don't wanna cause Hilly will be pissed) But at the same time, I don't think they'll mind me quitting cause it's as if i'm invisible. Feel like crying so badly after they leave my room. ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):
On a happier note, I got Natalie's letter! YAY! :) heheh. Thanks Nat :) Love ya! :D

Jeremy, JIA YOU FOR O'S! YOU CAN DO IT :) Love ya bro! :D

xoxo;
Claire

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
Seasons of love. Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man.
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.
It's time now to sing out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!
Oh you got to got to
Remember the love!
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love spread love
Measure measure your life in love.