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.Monday, August 6, 2012 ' 9:45 PM Y
& I'm waiting

My Voice

Sometimes when I playback my recordings, I wished I had a much better and more soothing voice. One that wouldn't make others cringe (or even myself) at random moments.
And of course, I wished that I was born a musical talent and could learn instruments on my own, including my vocals. But unfortunately, practice doesn't make perfect all the time. I'm not even near there. It's hard to find the right face of your voice which is appealing to others' ears.

Looking at it internally, I wished I knew what my voice was.
I knew seem to be able to grasp who I really am, what I really feel.
Whether I feel sad or happy, whether I agree or disagree with something, whether I cared about something or not. It's all contradicting myself and the circular arguments goes on endlessly.

Till this point, maybe I've been putting on a mask.
Maybe I didn't  meant at all what I just typed.



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` Luping
` Amethyst (Ame)
` 22

` 6H'06 FTPPS
` 104'07 204'08 302'09 402'10 NYGH
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Luping is a lost child that has been seeking for her career direction since the first time someone asked her "What would you like to be when you grow up?", when she was still too tiny to reach the basin in her house. Despite reading books like What Should I Do with My Life: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question by Po Bronson, she had been searching like a headless housefly (literally translated from 无头苍蝇) past graduation when she actually probably needed to find a job. Eventually, she found a job and a... direction.

For those who know Luping personally, she loves plushies/soft toys and is prepared to go on war with anyone who gets their hands on her babies. Her babies are personified with voices of hers and her Mummy's, and both of them enjoy framing the babies for things they obviously cannot do. When her Mummy suggested that if one day, the babies actually speak up, “那应该会吓死” (it would probably frighten one to death), she responded that she will instead “开心死” (be happy till death) if xiaofenhong (our cute, hot pink, flat bunny) replies her. That is the extent of her loneliness love for her babies.

And for those who know Luping as Amethyst, she is a rather huge fangirl of the Korean boy band, Super Junior. So much that she learnt (and is still learning - 반가워요!) Korean in hope of understanding what they say without subtitles and avoiding the losses in translation. She has been a fanfic writer for two years and counting, which sparked off her interest in writing and thus, this blog to practise writing so that one day, she might have the courage to apply for a (content) writer position or send in a manuscript to a publisher.

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