I HAD a dream.

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home
for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves,
and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who
I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie.
I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey.
I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell.
I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest swing.

I had a dream.

(Song by Priscilla Ahn)

Was in the car with Shalom, Ivan and Haze when we discussed about our individual songs.
Songs that had our personalities in it. THE song with character. Ours.

This was mine...

I have to admit, it pretty much sums up the person that I am.

I am a dreamer.

Was once, am still, never lost it. You be the judge.
To point out, I do daydream sometimes.
Those times when I would gaze to the sky or stare out to the open field.
Or maybe at you. So it seems, when I'm actually looking past you and maybe, just maybe...boring a hole through you.

So what if I didn't remember most of my childhood. At least my vague memories were pleasant. Boring, as it may seem but what more can a little girl ask for?

A little girl with a simple mind, easily contented. Innocent but with a big heart.

I want to be THAT little girl again.
With no care in the world.
Nothing to hold me back.
Nothing I would regret.
Looking towards the promising future.
Keeping memories close to my heart so dear.
To fly on the highest swing.
And to dream of myself with a wing.

I am ready now...
LiSs

A dedication...

Got this idea from a certain friend.
And in accordance to my pursuit of writing less gloomy posts and more positive ones...

Cheers to us!
Us and all our friends from Monash, those who managed to graduate after 3 years of hard toiling.

To A & W (they are addressed as one now):
Forever! May we never ever need to pick sides!

To Andrew:
Celebrating his 'modesty' and our constant disagreements.

To Bryan:
As a source of entertainment for his 'hard labour' in the office. I know you're reading this...*wink*

To Laura:
Never losing her countless jokes and expressions!

To Mich:
To an ambitious, a high flyer and career woman. Success!

To Yin:
With her trademark. The infectious laugh.

To Zhen Han:
His new self. Of less lonely nights and more cheerful days to come!


As we part ways into different courses of our lives, may we never forget we've once walked on this path, the one where we are standing at different junctions facing across one another.
(dang, i broke the very reason for this post. a light and cheery one =p)

With love,
LiSs ^^

Believe...Just because.

What a better way to start the new year, than with a new post?
For the new year...(though technically the new year spirit has come but all gone)

I remember when I was in Form 1...In a new school, in a new environment, with new faces. (okay it wasn't entirely alien, but with my friends in other classes, I felt pretty...alone.)
Not the point. (though 'new' works. in this case)

Now back to the story. My English teacher, Mrs. Whatever-her-name-was was your typical stern-looking, no-nonsense teacher (at least that's what I can gather after all these years, who says only teachers can't remember their students name!).

P.S. she is that SJ teacher whom my friend and I get the worse from, with a cleanliness check every Monday, her taking the last period before assembly, the class being unreasonably dirty week after week, and us being on floor duty on Mondays. (urghh, those WERE the days i definitely would want to forget)

So on the first period of her class, we were given an assignment to do (already! i know!).

An essay entitled...My New Year Resolutions.

Of course by now, I do not recall at all any of the contents of my essay. Heck, it may all sound so cliche now that I've grown up (more like getting old) but then...then.

It seemed like almost an impossible task to do.
Or something passed off as easy.
Or something exciting or interesting.

The former being a practical teenager understanding that more than half of what would be written would not be accomplished by the end of the year anyway.
The latter being an ambitious teenager who has ideas just spinning off in her head waiting to be overturned out and who never stops dreaming.

Of the combination of the two, I was slighted more towards the picture of the former teenager.

Now as I glanced back at the past, I think to myself, "What have I actually done?"
And as I look forward to the future, "What can I do?"

Surely, I have become worse. Much more cynical bout life. A realist. No longer believing in the happily ever after. At least not for myself. Not now. But no, I can't bring myself to say,

"Not ever."

Just because I want to believe in the best in others. I want to believe there's a better place out there. I want to believe I can dream dreams. I want to believe in myself. I want to believe I too, can have a happy ever after. Just because.

Start it right. End it well.
LiSs ^^