Back when I was a little girl, I was a dreamer. But people told me I should be practical. The flames of promising dreams were always burning stronger, kindling in my soul like a smoldering fire. I saw great things in the soft daze of a summer day and in the starry sky of a long winter night. Faith replaced fear, the way sunshine replaces gloomy dark clouds. My dreams were nursed through bad days until they were brought back to light.

I believe the eye cannot see what credence promises. Dreamers dream. We feel the excitement of infinite possibilities. We see, not black and white or grey, but vivacious and sparkling colors. We see potential. We are secret keepers of hope and skies without limit. We are your friend, your family, your neighbor. We are the gaudy and pretentious man sitting at a table of a fancy restaurant. We are the filthy beggar in the street. We are the woman on the mosque steps, her body formless beneath her hijab. We are the factory worker from another land. We are the stranger smiling at you on the bus. We are in regions of war and terror, in bustling cities, in the quiet countryside… We are here and we are there.

We walk among the arson of unbelievers, letting them tear apart our body but never reaching our soul. Just like the phoenix bird that rises out of the ashes, we never surrender. We let nothing hold us back from exploring our wildest fantasies and aspirations. And even through all life’s setbacks and disappointment, we still go on because the future is ours. We are not scared. We go on because we believe in a better day. We stay true to our beliefs.

When I was a little girl, people told me to be practical. I chose to be a dreamer. I chose to be a dreamer and an achiever.

Kit, Tine, Manju and I met up at Milky Lane for brunch today. Yes I know. My god, is she going to post food pics again??! Of course I am! And if you’re not a foodie, then move along ’cause there’s nothing for you here! So anyways.. *food porn alert* *beep beep beeeeppp*

Cappuccino and savory pancakes

Cheese and mushroom pancakes

This one was just so-so if you ask me.

Salsa pancakes

Can’t remember what the filling was but these pancakes tasted way better than the cheese and mushroom ones!

Dessert!

My very berry sundae and the girls’ ola hot fudge.

And finally the ladies!

Courtesy of our not-so-friendly waitress!

Thank you girls! FFF always!

So here’s to another weekend that has come and gone. Wishing you all a great week ahead and secretly hoping that Friday will be a public holiday! Pretty please Mrs moon, can you light up the sky on Thursday night??

Ok I can almost hear some of you begging for pictures! So here’s where the interesting part comes in!

Sadly we didn’t get to taste the egg tarts. By the time we ordered dessert, there were no more egg tarts left! (-___-”)

Oh yeah and just so you know, we ate much more than what’s on the pics. *nia hahaha*
It’s just that I didn’t bother to take lotsa photos. The restaurant was packed and I noticed a few people staring while I was taking pictures of food! Me felt embarrassed!

My craving for dim sum was finally satisfied but more than that, the company of friends turned what I would consider a good dim sum lunch into a great and memorable meal. Thank you girls for making this so much fun.

P.S : I’m still wondering how the three of us gulped down almost five pots of Chinese tea! *gasps*

Seriously? You still haven’t figured out who I was after 29 days of this challenge????! -__________-  I suggest you read my posts as from Day 1 then!

Anyways… today is a big day because the challenge has come to an end. Finally I’m free! *uber happy* I made it till the very end! Yayyy me!

I’ve learned that :

- honesty can solve a lot of things

- writing does actually heal the soul

- dreams can become a reality if you give it a chance

- twitter is more addictive than facebook. Go figure out!

I’m feeling so drowsy tonight and I almost wanted to skip today’s challenge but the boyfriend would have been too happy if I had! So here I am with heavy eyelids doing that damned challenge!

Sorry but couldn’t find one picture from last year where I was posing alone. And honestly I didn’t even bother to look for other pictures ’cause I’m too lazy right now. So deal with this picture of me and LaSh.

And here’s a picture from 2010.

How have I changed?? I put on weight! (T_T) Omg look at my face now! I need to go on a diet. *cries*

Oh and I don’t have the same hairstyle… but who cares! My cheeks are huge!!! *cries harder*

Peer pressure! My friends dragged me into this!!

It all started here and as surprising as it may be (considering that we master the art of procrastination.. *cough*), we’ve all done pretty well with the challenge so far. It’s day 27 already and we’re getting closer and closer to the end!

*sigh of relief*

It feels good to know that this challenge will soon be over and we’ll be back to our usual rambling and musing.

Some of my friends are crazy and total weirdos. Others are funny and bubbly. But all in all, my friends are incredible people. They are the family I chose for myself .

Ok let’s see what we’ve got here!

- My precious umbrella for rainy days

- Phone. I can’t live without my phone!

- Earphones

- Mint candies. I *heart* those chewy mint candies .

- Lip balm

- Guess wallet. A gift from my brother.

- My new sunnies that I bought in Singapore a few months back.

- Hair band

- Hand cream

- Pocket mirror

- Compact powder

- Kleenex tissues

- Flash drive

- Contact lenses container

*sigh*

5 more days to go and the challenge will be over! wOOt!

On another note, I just got home. Went to the movies with LaSh, Kit and Ced then had dinner at Blacksteers! Great night out .

Dear mom and dad,

From the very moment I was born, you insisted that I was myself and not an extension of you– that I had not come into existence simply for you to organize or even to love.

Mom, dad, thank you for giving me the freedom to love you. Thank you for being interested but never prying. For being loving, but never drowning me in love. For building me a nest, but letting me fly free. Thanks for opening all those doors for me but never shoving me through them.

Parents start our lives. They cast on our existence. They teach us plain and purl. They give us the basic patterns. But the good ones, the ones like you, hand over the needles after a while, and say: “There’s the world. Choose yourself some new shades, some new patterns. Make yourself a life.”

I’m not a little girl anymore and I hope you’re happy with my life and at peace with the choices I’ve made. Good parents give their children paints and brushes and canvas, but let them paint their own pictures. Thank you for letting me paint my life with my own colors. Everything I am today, I owe it all to you.

Forever love,

Ange