"They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
They belch us."
- Emilia

Othello Act 3 Scene 4

I'm totally taking this quote out of context.
Right now, I feel like a piece of belched cowgrass.

I dont know how many young adults my age face the same problem i have.
Not many, i fathom.
Every day you wake up, and it's just THERE. It never goes away.
It smacks you right in the face everywhere you go - the problem NEVER goes away, it never disappears.
The worse thing is: You can't do anything abt it.

I guess, this is the best cure for materialism.
Having nothing.

Lameness Begets Lameness

Iron Man by ~CyrilTheWizard

One more week, and i'll be graduating from SAJC.
It's quite hard to fathom that feeling, especially when i can still rmb stepping into SA for the very first time (CLICHE I KNOW).
It's even weirder that in these two short years, i feel like i've grown so much more as a person - one who has been through more, much more, than one would ever imagine.
Learning how to be more independent while learning to depend on God at the same time,
Learnt how to appreciate friends more,
Learning abt committment, love and all things beautiful (:

J1:
Orientation, Joanne, OG5,
PAE with 08A05 was just SPECTACULARLY AWESOME,
Going thru JAE and somehow not clicking with my class,
Council elections and crazyass camps and meetings and rehearsals,
Tough times with Bryan, as well as with results :/

J2:
Leading Orientation with OG32, more council stuff.
Clicking more with the ppl around me and the ppl i know, and basically, just coming out of the shell i retreated to in J1.

Yes, J2 passed by in a flash.
I've come to terms with that (:
And soon, next Thursday will be here.
FAREWELLLLLL.

Agitates ma Socks

Grrr.
It was such a craptastic day.

Firstly, i woke up at 4.30am and witnessed my two pet dogs MURDER a kitten.
A CUTE, FURRY, KITTEN.
They toyed and bit it till it died.
Then i kept crying while out with bryan, who was like, errrrr it's alright, the kitten's with the ceiling cat now.
I'd retort and say "THERE IS NO CEILING CAT!!!! BWWWWWAAAAAA!!!!"
Yea, it's like random crying, but im seriously traumatised.
I mean, i SAW THE KITTEN DIE.
DIE. BEFORE MY VERY EYES.
MURDERED BY MY TWO PET DOGS. Now i cant even look or pet at them already ):

Secondly, there was this damn auntie who was so irritating at Tampines One kopitiam.
Ughhhhh.

Thirdly, i spent 20 min in the toilet and my dad started complaining to my mum who complained to me and shot me dirty looks.
I was seriously WTF.
I mean, if you want your children to stop doing such "inconsiderate things", the best way to teach - is to do it yourself.
If you want your kids to be considerate, you should be considerate yourself.
I guess, my dad doesn't understand that obvious and simple concept.

Argh. Damn bad day.

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updated! (: i totally forgottttttt!

After a year of wearing a pair of sneakers i bought 4 years ago,
Bryan bought me a new pair today at Tampines One (:
If you know me in school you'll probably see how terok my old ones were. :/
I love my new off-white sneakers, and i love the person who bought them for me! :D

P.S: My mum told me it's not good for your partner to buy a pair of shoes for you, so apparently i have to pay Bryan 20 cents back or something.
If i don't, one of us will "run away" from the other - Which is quite funny now that you think of it. Ha, i'm not one for superstition :D
Bryan thinks otherwise - Since he bought me those shoes, apparently "i belong to him" and "shoes won't run away from their owners" or something like that. YAH RIGHT.
THEY'RE. JUST. SHOES. (:
Love shoes, but shoes :D

WAKE UP!!

It's such a dreary Sunday.
The sun is beating down, and i'm trapped in this aircon room with nothing but my books in front of me and my mum sleeping behind me.

UURRRGHHHHHH.

The temptation to sleep is ssooooo invitingggggg.
Someone pls help press the pedal :(

CHANGE

I wanted to post this up on facebook, but since it involves a bit of male and female nudity (all for the sake of genuine art),
I decided to put it up on the blog instead :D (in case got 16 and younger kids see then i gg)

Excerpt from kennysia.com:
"There’s one last thing I really wanna share here though. There was this one blank wall in the studio.

Throughout the whole three days, each individual artist painted their creations onto this wall. One painting over another. Continuously changing the picture on the wall from one to the other.

A video camera recorded the whole process. This was played back during the Tiger Translate Global Showcase in front of a live audience and everyone was completely blown away.

Well, what can I say?"

Love Story

Before he opens his mouth, I start crying.
I know what he's here for and I know where all this is heading.
He doesn't flinch, doesn't even bat an eyelid - FOR GOD'S SAKE, and uses the biggest sledgehammer ever created to knock my world down.

At that moment, I realise that your heart can ache in places you never knew existed.

In tears I make an excuse to use the restroom, lock the door and sit down on the floor.
Nothing was going through my head, except streams of WHY and WHY and WHY, endlessly pillaging my thoughts.
I saw it coming, I saw it coming, but WHY does it hurt so bad?
What I don't know is that he was standing outside, sobbing too.

They say that pain can be diverted by doing something else.
Taking up a hobby, dating another guy, drinking magueritas,
Well, I put that to the test.

I start hitting the walls around me with my fists and before I know, my knuckles are pink, and one is beginning to bleed.
He breaks the door open when he hears pounding noises without any reply to "Are you okay?", and does something I never want him to stop doing.
Hug me.

In my entire, I have never cried till there were no more tears.
But by the time he leaves, my face is cold, emotionless and my eyes no longer wet.

"Goodbye."
"Bye." I close the gate to his face. No final hug, no last kiss, no last moment.
I realise: Pain is relative.

Proof that Batman Doesnt Have a Sense of Humour

Okay. So this week was productive (:

The end. (HAHA!)