drawn out

a startling question that mrs chng asked me when i went back for contemp dance;
'are you still writing, felicia?'

such a simple question, yet it started so much more profound thoughts in my head.
writing.
the good ol' joy in writing.
it brought so much glee back in sch when we had to write essays for eng and lit pieces.
the ability to express one's emotions on a piece of blank paper.. that piece of blank paper awaiting the pen ink to bring life onto the page.
it was almost an obsession, really.
how tempting it was to withdraw into my own world made out of blank canvas where i could just scribble anything text i choose.
why, it's a freedom of speech.
and you certainly are beginning to lose that kind of innocent freedom these days.


so on paper is where i let loose my thinkings, my feels, my wiles- where i could be myself without anyone calling me foolish.
i did rather well in sch for those subjects because i'd learn to tap into the mystical world of making things come alive by writing on paper. no, not drawing them out. but rather, by letting the reader experience her own scene while the writer helps stimulate the brain to imagine, to inspire, to initiate. every person's perception of a story may not be the same, even though they all read the same words. the power of their mind lets them create a visual illusion of how they wish to see things.
like a secret playground.
like a secret playground where you can just be yourself.



oh how i miss writing.
i guess the blog is the next best substitute for me to pen down my musings of dinosaurs and global warming and peach trees.
but alas, i lost practice and now my writing hinges have all gone rusty. will i ever be able to go back to my passion, or will things be different now that i haven't properly written for so long?
a year to be exact. a long and enduring year.
oh how things have changed within a span of three hundred and sixty five days short days.

three hundred and sixty five short days make one long year.
i wonder if four hundred and ninety wrongs make one right.




"are you still writing, felicia?"
"yes. yes, i am."






they're still waiting for you, felicia.

post script

I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected.
Phil. 1: 5

















p.p.s: i'll be back blogging real soon.
p.p.p.s: siti and euminl, i'll send you the pics real soon too!

danzation '08

WAS A TOTAL BLAST!

it was really a gr8 time and gosh nra feels like one big family!
like whether we really know each other or not, makes no difference because we're in it together and we can smile and laugh and hug to encourage each other. it really is an awesome feeling.
now that's danzation's over, it feels kinda.. empty.
no dance training, no smoke machines, no more going to the studio-
aww i suddenly miss it all.
i miss dance. i miss nra.
i miss the feeling of dancing to an audience, that adrenaline rush i get.

it is true, what Ann and the seniors say, that we'd never have the same experience again.
but i'm sure the next production will be better than the last, because we'll keep moving to the next level.


and omg i just have to say that i love n329
thanks for coming down to watch the performance and i'm glad you all enjoyed it!
it means a lot to me that you guys were there (physically or spiritually lol)




thanks for not forgetting about me while i'm busy with dance practices and being lethargic and all and *sniff* you guys just *sniff* rock. and *blows nose* thanks for the love and *starts bawling* i wanna thank my mom and dad, and shawn and ezekiel and marquis. *i need more tissue!* you guys make my life so worth living. *third box of tissue coming up* there's so much i wanna tell everyone around me.. that those 3 words are not even enough to begin with! *shit my house is flooding*


but this is christmas (almost)
so in the festive season of thanksgiving,
here's to the people in my life.
to the friend i just made online 10 mins ago to my oldest BFFs;

I LOVE YOU.

i miss you and you and you and you

BFF <333



i'm 17!





supah belated pics, we went out during my bday and took some pics :)
i will not mourn my bday anymore but honestly, i don't even feel 17.
don't say that i don't even look 17, it's a bit sad after a while.
i mean i can joke about it ah, but for how long can i laugh along?


sigh i should stop if the joke has gone way too far, b4 it flies off into space and we can never take it back.
because space is just a cold empty vacuum filled with dark matter and dark energy and the occasional black-hole drama.

but with such a vast blank space, it's up to you to fill it up with pretty stars and faith and all the good things (like a half-eaten sandwich an astronaut accidentally lost 2 years ago)

or,
you can get sucked into a black-hole together with other particles and what not. perhaps you like the thrill of getting pulled in to some gravity. but remember to grab a handlebar to save yourself b4 it's too late. don't forget to remember.
lest you get stuck in the vortex of nothingness.




p.s: loads been going on, but like the pictures, you can tell that i'm slow to update so gimme some time. prolly after danzation i'll keep like spamming my blog with new posts cors i just have too much to tell!
all of my Father's goodness and wisdom- i want to share! soon, soon. real soon.

uh, how soon is soon?