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Marsiling Primary School, Attended 1997 - 2002, Class of 2002
Bukit Panjang Government High School, Attended 2003 - 2006, Class of 2006
Nanyang Polytechnic, Attended 2007 - Present

hilltop kindergarten, marsiling primary, bpghs, nyp's hospitality and resort management

Nanyang Polytechnic, Attended 2007 - Present, Other

daughter, sister, student, teacher (hah).

http://queendramatismo.blogspot.com/ ; tiaras.and.ballet_flats@hotmail.com

beauty, fashion, shopping, shoes, music, parties, travel, people, hugs, perfumes, the beach, boys, poems, art, dance, drama, forehead kisses, reflections, shadows, subtitled foreign movies, photography, personality quizzes, unwrapping gifts, moonlight, dawn.

my heartbeat, lucas, pilgrim, the ice queen, gossip girls, the garden of eden.. literature, chicklit, gore, romance; the entire library.

american history X, dirty dancing, schindler's list, aquamarine, american beauty, big girls dont cry, mean girls, house of wax, chicago, moulin rouge, cruel intentions, not another teen movie.. chickflicks, horror, gore, romance, thriller (though i will scream loud), foreign subtitled, movies that arent screen locally.

the plain white t's, garbage, jack's mannequin, damien rice, amy winehouse, jason miraz, death cab for cutie, boys like girls, 30 seconds to mars, cobra starship, teddy geiger, p diddy, matchbox twenty, christina aguilera, britney spears, saving jane, mcr, p!atd.. jazz, rock and roll, indie, dance-y; anything with a nice sound.

simple life, laguna beach, the hill, my super sweet sixteen (hah), punk'd, sex and the city, desperate housewives, how i met your mother, my name is earl..sitcoms & reality tv are THE SEX.

Aquarius

I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE CAN SPELL MY WEIRD NAME.


my friends and family are all hearts. fairies with silver-blue wings, yo.



glamorized. feminist. fashionista. shopaholic. soundaholic. oxymoronic irony. perfectionist. romanticist. utopian. loud. nuts. fun.

i return favours ten-folds. i am not afraid to displease. i can be mean and i love it. i know and adore who i am, do you?



it's better if you just visit my blog : www.queendramatismo.blogspot.com

i've always wanted to be a journalist/columnist/writer/poet. but since it's pretty impractical locally, i chose to be a hotelier instead (aint that bad either since i love people and travel.). and thus, blogging is the resort i sought to unleash my creativity and wild imaginations. and of course, fulfil that desire to share my thoughts and views to the world. (i do hope that doesnt sound quite poser-ish.)



on some days, use hypothetical situations to talk to me, because i am always very good at imagining myself to be many different fictional fairytale supernatural figures.

and we should also use rag dolls and lousy doodles, diagrams, origami, fingerpaintings to convey messages.

just don't mention my full name while at it cause i might wither away like how a fairy turns blue and drop stiff (dead) when you say things that include words like "i", "dont", "believe", "in" and "fairies". it's worse than "fuck". seriously.

oh, i can receive the morse codes you send by blinking, or fluttering long lashes, or wiggling toes, or twitching noses etc. not talking is even better now. but silly morse codes love letters are sold separately. my love is running low, it's time for rationing.


arent i just highly delirious?



I LOVE POEMS :

wipe the sleep from my eyes and pour me another cup,
i see that you've been trying to tell me all long,
shaving your head and handling me (so delicately),
with satin and lace.
you are a whore.
take care of me. take me. take care. take me.
-- anon.


tap dripping and floorboard creaking,
guppy swimming and the fan spinning.
rain pitter-patter on the pane,
i am waiting for his plane.

mind wondering and finger drumming,
desire craving and hunger striking.
pearls fall gently down my face,
landing on the thin white lace.
-- yours truly.


so what if it drizzles, dribbles and drips?
i'll dance on the rooftop;
i'll dance on the greens.
-- still me.


oh yes, and I LOVE BOYS. and dresses. and flip flops. and earrings.

we have met before,
in a blizzard on the moon.
take me back to those moments,
when every blade of grass is a revelation.