Walking Through her Silhouettes

Bernice Cheo

`Independent

`Nostalgic

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christmas Blues

As usual, Bernice is feeling blue across the festivity.

Its cold.

Its superficial.

and,

She feels claustrophobic.

Monday, December 21, 2009


I have a thousand words to say.

Heartfelt and real, nothing generic.

Yet, when I open my mouth,

Everything seems blatant and generic.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Ties that Bind

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

With lots of joy: HL, Maryse, Shaun, William, Cao and Bernice!

Here's the dire consequence of cycling and roller skating 38km (calculated by Goh HL) without training and warm-up : Body and muscle aches.

Well I told them that I would blog about our cycling trip so here it is!

I'll skip the morning meeting and stuff since it would be really embarrassing for someone to not know how to go to ECP despite walking there for umpteen times! :D

The cycling trip was more than just a mere meeting for us. I guess it was a good time to realize the ties we have forged. There were moments of silence along the long, endless stretches of road but they weren't awkward because we know that all of us do care somehow despite the absence of spoken words.

Then came the climax, Mar rolled down from her bike and we were all stunned and amused!
Though the pain was there, she hounded us to describe how she fell off her bike. Thats totally crazy and thats so Maryse!
We continued cycling back to ECP after stinging her with iodine!

The cycling trip was definitely exhausting but its never boring and challenging when we are all there for each other.

The gentle sea breeze and the cracking sound of the dried leaves we trampled through made me realized how soon it will be before we all go our separate ways.

"Keep left guys! Bikers ahead!" Yes, keep left guys. Lets all continue to move forward together while challenges prevail from what lies ahead of us...

With Lots of Love,

Monday, December 14, 2009

Woots!

Bernice Loves Today!

She replaced her false lashies!

She bought a new black dress!

She went out with daddy and mummy!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Bernice just ironed her entire wardrobe, half her sister's wardrobe and her dad's wardrobe!

She feels domestically accomplished! Yay!

In 3 hours time, She will be in Bugis street digging for vintage apparels!

Woots! More clothes to iron and steam! How exciting!

Next up!

Magic Clean her house!

Clearly she isn't a spoilt brat!

She's just Daddy's Girl (spendthrift version)!

Friday, December 11, 2009

I've watched Beauty and The Beast and I came home with 2 thoughts.

Everyone has a mask

Mar's thought struck me real hard. People wallow on how they put up a front when they are outside of their comfort zone. However, the truth is, everyone has a mask and no one is spared when I refer to everyone. Its a sudden realisation because I was actually naive to think that there are some out there who are absolutely true to themselves. Its the thickness or the subtlety of the mask that matter.

Beauty and The Beast does not necessarily teach ppl not to "Judge a Book by its Cover"
Beauty did fall in love with the Beast. However, the beast is and will eventually be a Prince Charming. What's the purpose if everyone knows that a Prince Charming lies beneath the ugly facade?

I am reading Paulo Coelho's "Veronika Decides to Die" again.
I absolutely love the book.
Its definitely more than a book. Its a masterpiece.


Happy Now! Toodles!

Tuesday, December 08, 2009



Beyond A Reasonable Doubt...

Monday, December 07, 2009




Bernice is pretty pretty pretty nervous for her interview tomorrow morning!

Enough of boredom and very sick of Zombie vs. Plants.


Sunday, December 06, 2009

The act of being civil and somewhat sweet,
Is that natural? Is that love?
Or is that a disguise for distance and discomfort?

Always civil and nice is politically correct.
And I hate politically correctness because it creates subtle distances...

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Sometimes, even the softest voice can be heard.

What say, the unspoken written words?

One can feel so forlorn over the smallest matter.