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Happy sweet 16th Gwen!

It’s the April 15th!

For my girl, Gwen..

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SURPRISE!!!! *gives spastic shocked expression*

I’m obviously no great singer but I thought I’d like to sing my awesome friend a birthday song and make this video for her because she totally deserves it. (not that she deserves my awful singing, but she deserves something special)

Don’t ever change :)

P.S – Mum promised me I’d be able to go to Perth once my holidays are here

xoxo,
Jess

Choir

I was talking to a friend just now and we were talking about singing and she mentioned she was in Choir when she was in primary school..

So was I.

Suddenly my head was flooded with familiar songs I used to sing when I was in Choir…

And I decided to search on Youtube for some of the songs I used to sing every Choir session, thank god for youtube, if not who knows when I’d ever hear this song again?


“Cross the wide missouri”

It took awhile before I finally found the correct version and when I did, watching and listening to this made me cry.

Because we sang it the exact same way.

This is one song I will never ever forget in my whole life. Even though I haven’t heard it since I was back in Pri School, I still remember the tune and lyrics so clearly.

I get very emotional whenever I think of the time I was in Choir because that was the only time I ever felt like I really achieved something in school.

I was constantly bullied and (may I say) tortured in primary school and those were probably the hardest years of my life since a lot that went on was too much for a kid to handle.

And since school was absolute hell for me, I remember I’d once told my mother I’d rather die than go to school.. (wow pretty deep words for a primary school-er)

But no matter what happened, choir sessions always cheered me up.

I’d lose myself in the singing, and the music…

Nothing else mattered except how well I could hit the note and how beautiful everybody sounded when we sung together.

I used to be really, really shy and I would dread the time the teacher randomly picking students to stand up and sing..

But when my turn came, I told myself I loved singing and this is my turn to shine.

And I know this sounds cocky but my teacher was very very impressed and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more satisfied than that very moment.

I’d wanted to be the best, and the best I was.

My choir teacher then took to calling me her “pet” and told me I was the “reigning queen”…

She would ask other students to sing along with me and then compare our singing and every single week she would tell me how much better I was than the other students.

Probably did shit to their self-esteem but it did wonders for mine, and it just made such a great impact on me because it’s the only thing I’ve loved and achieved great results at in school and was recognized for it.

We took part in the SYF competition and won the silver award. I really wanted gold but I guess silver’s good enough ay?

It was nice having my choir mates asking me to coach them on their singing and being the teacher’s pet…

Now I would feel embarrassed if anybody asked me to coached them on anything because I don’t feel like I excel at anything at all.

Most of all, music really helped me get through the tough times, ever since I was in primary school and up till today.

I guess being in choir really helped me discover my love for music and how much it means to me.

I do miss those choir sessions very much and if I ever had a chance to relive one moment in my primary school, that would probably be it.

That, or me playing catching all around school with my crush…

It was a wonderful thing, hearing 60 students singing harmoniously together.

It didn’t really matter whose singing was better when we all sung together, the most important thing is that we sung brilliantly together.

If there’s one decision I regret making during school days, I really regret quitting choir..

But I just didn’t feel the same with my Secondary school like I did with my Pri school’s choir. I didn’t feel so connected.

The standard was so different.

Zhonghua primary school’s choir used to be so, so good.

8 years later, when I’m more grown up, I listen to the songs we used to sing and I wonder how the hell primary school-ers could sing such difficult songs so well.

Or maybe we didn’t sing THAT well but it sure did sound like music to my ears.


Another one of my fav choir songs to sing in the past…

Have you ever heard a choir sing in front of you?

It’s singing like you’ve never heard before.

xoxo,
Jess

Looking for blogshop model

Looking for a girl to be my blogshop model!

It’s ok if you’ve never done photoshoots before. As long as you’re outgoing, confident and not shy.

Requirements:

- At least 16 years old

- At least 1.6m

- Should fit UK 6-8 for tops and 8 for bottom, or around there

- Pretty!

If you think you have what it takes, send your close up AND full body pics to

Shiberty@hotmail.com

I won’t be posting your pics, so don’t worry~

Oh and of course I’m not expecting you to do it for free for me.. You will be compensated :)

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*UPDATE*

Thanks sooo much for the overwhelming response! I’ve received a lot of applications but I still didn’t find what I was looking for :(

I will only reply those who I’m interested in engaging, but it was fun reading through all those sweet lil msgs. Keep the mails coming, and thanks once again!!

*update again

Omgggg I can’t believe I have over a hundred applications! :o

And if I don’t reply you, it DOESN’T mean you’re ugly or not up to standard or anything, I just have a certain look that I’m searching for, a lot of you look very lovely and thank you soooo much for the sweet msgs really I wasn’t expecting this much :) :)

I’m narrowing down my choices now! You can still send in your profiles.

xoxo,
Jess

Vintage photo & about me sleeptalking

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They say a picture tells a thousand words… So here’s one thousand for you!

I can’t seem to blog properly whenever James is around. He’s just too distracting!

He’s been staying over for the past 4 days and he’s gonna stay over for 2 more days. .

I feel like we’re married, OMG.

In a weird “inseperable” way.

For the past 4 days he’s made me happy and angry and made me cry and laugh a lot of times. It’s always one helluva roller coaster ride.

And the funnniiiiiiesst thing happened last night.

Remember I took videos of him sleeping? Well nowadays he’s bent on getting revenge so he kept annoying me last night when I was SUPER tired and he stole my bolster away from me a few times and I can’t sleep properly without my bolster..

So the 3rd time that night he took my bolster away from me,

He said I gave a very sad face and said in a crying tone, “Why you steal my bolster?”

And James, lying beside me with an evil cheeky grin on his face said to me while hugging my bolster, “Huh? No la… go back to sleep la..”

And (he told me) I replied,

“So many other children out there also got bolster… Why you dun go and steal from them, must steal from me?”

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…….HAHAHA WTF! I laughed sooo hard when he told me that. Why would I say that!?

And even funnier still, he continued to annoy me and ask me random questions like,

“Dear, you wanna eat chocolate ice cream? Dear, you wanna play gunbound? Dear, you wanna go bathe?”

And I was soooo tired and very very annoyed by his non-stop rambling so after realizing I didn’t have enough effort to think of a reply for him, I just smacked him right in the face, laughed at him then fell right back asleep.

…The things people do when they sleep.

Don’t even get me started on what James looks/sounds like when he’s sleeping like a pig!!!

xoxo,
Jess
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