I really really like you and it's scaring me...

Please don't get tired of me. . .

When words aren't even enough to describe this

3 4 5

Those nights when you are all alone

The darkness and coldness surround you

The silence becomes deafening and suffocating, it drowns you

Those nights when that feeling starts to gnaw at you

Slowly eating you away, leaving you empty and hollow

That feeling is so overwhelming, you just want it to stop

Then it worsens until you can no longer feel

Those nights when you try to sleep but you can’t

The voices inside your head keep you awake

But once you fall asleep, it haunts you

You have no escape

It has found its way inside you

Oh dear

You shouldn't but you did anyway

Oh my love for Christmas

Christmas oh Christmas~

My favorite time of the year.

I love it more than my birthday actually. No no, not because I receive more gifts on Christmas (hmm or maybe I do? ;) ) but because of the feeling I always get. There’s that certain feeling that I can’t explain. That feeling that makes you feel so hyped up. It lifts up your mood instantly no matter how down you feel. It makes you feel young again. It takes you to that place where wishes come true. Where Santa is real. Where everyone is happy. A world of make believe. I love that place. If only I could stay there forever.

It's that time of the year again when you hear those catchy Christmas songs and some annoying ones in the mall(even in the malls' loos), in your house, your friend's house, the taxi and the taxi driver, the market across the street, your playlist, your mother’s playlist, your brother’s playlist, your sister’s playlist, your father’s playlist, everyone’s playlist in your family.

That time of the year whereby wherever you look (mostly found downtown. Blegh), you see those beautiful and stunning Christmas decors. It makes you feel like you’re in Wonderland, so magical. But the only thing missing is the white fluffy snow in Singapore. So no white Christmas for us this year and the year after that and that and that andddddd that. If you still want to make snow angels or snowmen, you could. But they wouldn't be called snow angels or snowmen anymore. They’d be called sand angels and the sand men (Oh spidey puns). Just go down the beach with your trusty bucket and shovel and you’re set to go!

Random post. Or is it.

Not gonna go with the flow like last time. Shit went down. 

I'm gonna be in control, with my trusty paddle of course :D

That made me realize something and it's really saddening

The world out there is such a scary place.
Survival instead of living.
What will become of me?

I'll never stay up so late again unless needed to. Damn I didn't even sleep that long T.T

Whatever

I have the urge to write new stories, poems(as you can see, I've just posted my latest one and my bro said it sucks. A total blow to the heart. Ouch!) and read those trashy romance novels, chick-lits, thriller novels and etc. But apparently, time is not on my side and my mood always has this impeccable timing of making me do something at the wrong time. Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Sucks that no one really gets me or may be it's just me being complicated and making mountain out of a mole hill

Sometimes in the midst of everything, you get lost and carried away
Emotions flowing everywhere
Drowning you
Slowly taking away what's left of you
You feel the pain but
it slowly dissipates
and that feeling of bliss emerges
and so the new you

Meh

Few days ago...

We just moved in to our new house 2 days ago. Luckily, our new house isn't far from our previous one. But the downside is that since the new house is just a walking-distance away, we had to transport those furniture(at night), that could be carried by hand, on foot. It was tiring yet exciting(I love moving haha).

Now...

More or less, we have our stuffs in the right places already. Mom is so still so crazy about her renovated kitchen. She treats it so delicately. Haha! But I must say, our kitchen looks fab with its rose themed design. Mom even bought this knife set that has its knives' handle in 4 different colors. The knife container looks like some kind of Hollywood award .__.

Let's move on to my room. Wait, scratch that, my room and my siblings room. Bleh. Our wall is still bear but our ceiling looks so nice with its glow-in-the-dark stars :3

Oh God please help me to hang in there :(

Waste

I know giving up this early is ridiculous but if I can already foresee that it's going to be a waste of my time,why not do something about it now rather than later, right?
It's making me so frustrated with everything too. It's supposed to help me but it's doing the opposite.

Late post

Yo yo yo, readers and passers-by! So this post is gonna be about some of the stuff i did during my school holiday, which was a week ago. Apparently, I'm still in my la la holiday mood; my sleeping pattern is still kind of messed up, I don't know how I manage to stay up during the boring lectures haha

I won't drag the intro or whatever you call it and just get to the pictures! Cause pictures totally make up the lack of words in all of my posts.

A picture speaks a thousand words.

Not in chronological order by the way.

USS trip with new friends(:

With the pharaohs! Wait, they aren't, I think o_O

I'm such a sucker for anything about Ancient Egypt♥

We saw the Streetboys dance here. Woohoo!

Oh you know, just a walk in the park haha!

Lmao at Pen's face XD

Aww my fave pic :)

I'm Medusa and I'm gonna seduce ya with my awkwardness

~~

Carousel ride haha!

Ended the day at beach

Girls day out with bestie!

We kind of got lost when were looking for Haji Lane and came across some cool places(:

The Wishing Tree near a Malay Cultural Museum(Not exactly the name but something along the line)

The batik art Jessi and I did(for free!)

Jessi's is the one on the left and mine on the right

That's a proof why I didn't take Art in Secondary School

XD

Row row row your boats in the museum!

And these are some of the artefacts from...Damn I forgot from which year and country --"

but anyways, the one at the bottom are actually coins.

I'm really intrigued with the stone coins hehe

Moi!

Bestie!

We finally found Haji Lane and we were super hungry and went to dine in this Egyptian Restaurant.

Me likey their decor :D

The oh-so-cool costume shop we found

Sexay ladies!

Fin

There are more pics but you know lazy me. If you wanna see more pics, you could visit my ig or fb though :)

Toodles now people!

Again

It's been 4 years since it started. Now, it's back. I don't know how or why but it's here again. 

Sigh. I hope its stay won't be that long. I don't want it to mess everything I've worked so hard for.

What a way to end my day

I feel so disheartened right now. Literally. Today was the beginning of our DPP class and it didn't go so well for me. Sigh pie. I even bought that horrid expensive and heavy book :(

Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh 

I just hope it's going to get better along the way

Adios

The one month long school holiday is coming to an end and I'll say hello to the new semester in NYP in a few hours time. I'm looking forward and not to it at the same time. Who looks forward to school for the sole purpose of getting tons of assignments, quizzes, tests and etc? No one! Lol kidding. I sometimes do. Shhhh!

Even though I didn't get to take the GSM of my first choice, at least there's French. I've been wanting to learn french since forever but I didn't have the time then and I don't wanna spend money. Stingy much? Haha! 

I can tell that this semester is going to be a lot crazier. Sometimes I wonder why I make such crazy decisions lmao. Like, why did I take DPP in Math. Usually, it takes a great deal of convincing myself to try something new. But this, this didn't take much time. I'd like to thank #yolo and God for making this happen. 

I don't even know how to start this post properly. Saying "Howdy, folks!" or "Wassup, people?" ain't cutting it anymore. That stuff gets pretty old quickly. Anyways, these past few months, I've been feeling a bit... no. "A bit" is an understatement. "Very" seems to be more fitting.
Very incompetent in every way.
I want to help but every time I try to, this voice in my head always hold me back.

"What difference can you make?"

"You won't make a difference."

"You'd just probably waste your and their time, so why not just shut your mouth before you say the wrong thing and make the situation worst."

Sound like excuses to you? I agree on that too.
I'm such a lame excuse for a human.
A coward too.

Undercurrent

Calm and composed on the surface but wrecked beneath

Yeah.....

I kind of forgot what I wanted to blog about but I swear it's not some random poop, I mean post like this one. Haha! May be I'll get back to you guys later? or a month later but knowing me, my 'later' is equals to '100000000 days later'. Kidding.

First School Holiday Of My Poly Life. Yay!

They said first year in Poly was easy. Easy! Well, let me tell you this, it ain't true(at least 60-70% of it)! There were so many projects due and along those projects were tests, quizzes and exams. Now, does that still sound easy? Haha 

Thankfully, holiday has arrived. It was faster than I thought or maybe I was having fun with my Poly life :)

You know what they say, "You lose track of time when you're having fun." 

This school holiday won't be the usual boring one for moi. In fact, there are a lot of things that will keep me busy and get my mind off some things :)

Work, a new hobby, hanging out with friends(I was such a couch potato last time. I'd rather stay at home and coop up in my bedroom, reading novels or E-books on Wattpad) and etc. 

Can't wait~

This new hobby is so tedious

Just saying because I can

Don't you just hate it when someone claims what you're supposed to be doing with your life? Someone else making decisions, planning, taking control of your life. I'm not talking about the 'It's for your own good' kind. I'm talking about the discriminating people kind.
For Pete's sake, this is no longer the effing 16th, 17th or 18th century whereby women are inferior.

I won't go into details because I'll just go on and on(Believe me, your ears would fall off or you'd give me the fuck off face just to make me shut up).
What I want to say is,  I'm neither groomed to be someone's P.A(in a none business way obviously) nor take up that role you always talk about.
I don't want that kind of life. That's suffocating. Suffocating me.

I don't want to be a bird in a cage. I'm sorry if that's how I see it. Actually, I'm not sorry for seeing it in a different light.
You might say I'd regret it later in life and that I'd lead a lonesome life.
But what if that's what I want? What if I'm content with that? What if I don't need this, that or anyone to make me really happy?

Damn. Sometimes I think my existence here is for that sole reason and only that.

P.S
Bleh. Sorry for the very vague post. I just want to let off some steam. Freaking injustice EVERYWHERE I'm telling you.

Is it?

I miss you
I wonder how you're doing
I thought this day would never come

Missing. Wondering. Thinking.

May be it's better this way
May be you're better off without us
May be some things are just not worth it anymore

May be it's true...

My Crazy Bucket List

The title says it all, so here it goes!

Don't be judgemental about this!!

1.  Ride the gondola with a hot gondolier who can sing
2. Bathe in the rain
3.  Be in a mass dance
4. Ride the Singapore Flyer
5. Be a street musician for a day with my friend(s)
6.  Attend ome of Andrea Bocelli's operas in Milan
7. Visit the four corners in US
8. Attend Oktoberfest
9. Learn to make candles
10. Become a good public speaker
11. Fly first class
12. Have a pet dog
13. Meet the pope
14. Volunteer at an orphanage
15. Be a spectator at a broadway play
16. Get my palms read
17. Get a Tarot card reading
18. Learn to read Tarot card
19. Have my self portrait painted
20. Get a henna tattoo
21. Visit a planetarium/observatory
22. Read for 20 minutes everyday for a year(I don't think I can accomplish this that easily. It's either I finish the book in one shot or I lose interest in it.)
23. Learn how to ride a bicycle
24. Ride a horse
25. Make a snowman
26. Learn how to skate
27. Learn how to surf
28. Go bungee jumping
29. Join a fast eating mango competition in Philippines(LOL)
30. Dress up as a guy for a day
31. Ride a hot air balloon
32. Inhale Helium and start talking with a high voice
33. Send a message in a bottle
34. Have a penpal
35. Have the movie theater all to myself
36. Bake a cake
37. See a shooting star/meteor shower
38. See the aurora boreallis
39. Pillow fight with with best friends
40. Play hide-and-seek in school at night
41. Fly a kite
42. Tie a message to a balloon
43. Have a nose piercing and a white ink tattoo
44. Dye my hair with three colors
45. Do flesh branding
46. Climb the Eiffel tower
47. Ride the London Eye
48. Make a wish at the famous fountain in Rome; Fontana Di Trevi
49. Visit a gothic-like castle
50. Attend a wedding(As a matter of fact, my choir sang for them)
51. Be a maid of honor
52. See an eclipse
53. Be a model for a day
54. To accomplish most of the things in my bucket list
55. Meet a royalty
56. Be involved in flash mob dance
57. Write a letter to Juliet in Verona
58. Put a lock in the bridge of love in Paris
59. Have someone serenade me
60. Stand at the Equatorial Line in Ecuador
61. Visit a haunted house/place
62. Hug random people on the street
63. Buy a locket
64. Set up a kissing booth/ free hugs booth with my besties

Fun facts about Poetry

This dude is one of my fave Youtubers. He's basically a talking Listverse!

If you don't know what Listverse is, find out for yourself(:

Listverse.com

Poetry

Alright, so I'm going to be talking about poetry. Poetry. Poetry. Poetry. 

Don't worry, this won't be a boring long-winded post. I hope so.

For those of you who doesn't know yet, I actually love poetry and writes them. Not all the time, only when I get the feel of it. I started writing poems when I was in my first year of Secondary education.

Although they weren't really that good and didn't make sense(For me it didn't. Weird huh), I love them. A writer's pride eh. Haha! What was the reason behind writing all those poems? Don't laugh okay. 

Not even a sound! Okay. You know when you're a teenager and you have all that crazy feelings and whatsoever? What do they call them..OH! When your hormones are high or something, you'll get all sort of  random feelings. Anyways, as a teenager you obviously have experienced having a crush or even crushed on. When you see your crush, you get all giddy, happy, sappy and yada yada stuff. 

Well, ladies and gentleman, that's your hormones working on you. 

I was sappy enough to start writing poems about my ex crushes. Like ew. Hahaha! Ohgawd I'm disgracing myself on the internet. Way to go, Angel! 

So that was why I started writing poems. They were a lot of them. The poems! Not the ex crushes. Okay, maybe more than 5 or 6? But most of them didn't last that long.

By the way, I still have my poetry book(:

Sometime around last year, I read this book called Slammed by Colleen Hoover. This is where I discovered poetry slam. 

It sounded interesting, so I Googled it up, Youtubed it and etc. Thank God I came across that book. Because if I didn't, I wouldn't have known poetry slam and it's awesomeness.

My favorite Slam Poet(Does that sound violent in a linguistic way? Haha!) is Sarah Kay.

here are some videos of her and one or two with her friend, Phil Kaye.

The transcripts are also here. Enjoy!

The very first vid I watched. My fave too!(:

Love Letter From The Toothbrush To The Bicycle Tire

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life,

That you would drag me through the mud,

They said that you would tread all over me,

That they could see right through you,

That you were full of hot air,

That I would always be chasing,

Always watching you disappear after sleeker models,

That it would be a vicious cycle.

But I know better,

I know about your rough edges,

And I have seen your perfect curves,

I will fit into whatever spaces you let me.

If loving you means getting dirty,

Bring on the grime!

I will leave this porcelain home behind.

I’m used to twice a day relationships,

But with you, I’ll take all the time.

And I know that we live in different worlds.

And we’re always really busy.

But in my dreams.

You spin around me so fast.

I always wake up dizzy. 

So, maybe one day,

You’ll grow tired of the road,

And roll on back to me,

And when I blink my eyes into morning,

Your smile will be the only one I see.

Aren't they just cute together? Hehe

When Love Arrives

I knew exactly what Love looked like in 7th grade

Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my home room I would have recognized him at first glance – Love wore a hemp necklace.

I would have recognized her at first glance – Love wore a tight French braid.

Love played acoustic guitar, and knew all my favorite Beatles’ songs.

Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.

And I knew I just must be searching the wrong class room, just must be checking the wrong hallway.

She was there, I was sure of it.

If only I could find him. 

But when Love finally showed up – she had a bull cut!

He wore the same clothes everyday for a week. 

Love hated the bus.

Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.

Instead, every time I tried to kiss Love, our teeth got in the way!!!

Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to Ben’s house.

Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor but made sure we never miss a slow song.

Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up that’d be “Hello”… “Hh..” “Hello?” “Hh…” “I guess I’d hang up.”

And Love grew.

Stretched like a trampoline.

Love changed.

Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth.

Loosing parts of me I thought I needed.

Love vanished.

Like an amateur magician everyone could see the trapdoor but me.

Like a flat tire – there were other places I had planned on going.

But my plan didn’t matter.

Love stayed away for years.

And when Love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.

Love smells different now, had darker eyes.

A broader back, Love came with freckles that I didn’t recognize.

New birth mark – a softer voice.

Now there were new sleeping patterns.

New favorite books.

Love had songs that reminded him of someone else.

Songs Love didn’t like to listen to, so did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.

We found jokes that make us laugh.

And now Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.

(But Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.) 

Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.

Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.

Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. 

Love is messier now.

Love is simple.

Love uses the word boobs in front of my parents!

Love chews too loud.

Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.

Love uses a smiley face in her text messages.

And turns out… Love shits. 

But Love also cries;

And Love will tell you “You are beautiful”, and mean it.

Over and over again.

“You are beautiful.”

When you first wake up, “You are beautiful.”

When you’ve just been crying, “You are beautiful.”

When you don’t wanna hear it, “You are beautiful.”

When you don’t believe it, “You are beautiful.”

When nobody else will tell you, “You are beautiful.”

Love still thinks, “You are beautiful.”

But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget.

When you need to hear it most, “You are beautiful.”

Do not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting.

Love is not what you can predict.

Maybe Love is in New York City already asleep.

You are in California, Australia, wide awake.

Maybe Love is always in the wrong time-zone.

Maybe Love is not ready for you.

Maybe you are not ready for Love.

Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type.

Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce.

Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember.

Maybe Love is only there for a month.

Maybe Love is there for every firework. Every birthday party. Every hospital visit.

Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must.

When Love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”

If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.

Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet.

Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

I LOVE THEM<3

An Origin Story

·         Sarah Kay:

It started with a sweater.

• Phil Kaye:

I was looking incredibly fly. First day of college orientation as a freshman... plus, I'm the type of guy who's always trying to make a good impression.

• Sarah:

He looked like a tool. And it's the first week of school, so I've got people to meet and things to try. I don't have time to waste on this guy loitering backstage at a talent show.

• Phil:

It started with a freshman talent show, a chance to showcase what I know about spoken word and poetry and try and get some people to notice me.

• Sarah:

It started with a technical difficulty -

• Phil:

some sort of delay -

• Sarah:

somebody's iPod track wouldn't play.

• Phil:

So I'm stuck waiting backstage when I notice this girl -

• Sarah:

and he walks over, stupid sweater and all. There was nowhere to run, backstage was too small.

• Phil:

And I'm so nervous about going onstage, I decide to strike up a conversation.

• Sarah:

Oh, sorry, I completely got ahead of myself. I totally skipped introductions. My name is Sarah Kay.

• Phil:

My name is Phil Kaye. I'm from California -

• Sarah:

born and raised in NYC.

• Phil:

Let's see, fun fact about me -

• Both:

My mom is Japanese and my dad is Jewish.

• Sarah:

Not a common combination, but I think it's kinda cute. People call me Japajew -

• Phil:

Jewpanese -

• Sarah:

Ashkenazi kamikaze.

• Phil:

And come December -

• Both:

Hanukkah and Christmas!

• Sarah:

Plus, you should taste my mother's brisket. Jan has matzah ball soup with noodles...brings my father Jeffrey to his knees.

• Phil:

It took mom and dad to raise this lanky, cock-eyed, half-breed.

• Sarah:

Well, I think that's it. My mom, my dad, and me - oh, plus my little brother. He's eighteen.

• Phil:

My little sister is a deadpan firecracker. She's only eighteen, but she keeps me on track. Her name is Sarah.

• Sarah:

My little brother's name is Phillip.

• Both:

Anyway.

• Sarah:

Where was I?

• Phil:

It started with a backstage interaction.

• Sarah:

No, it started with a backward first impression.

• Phil:

Okay, well, I'll tell you where it didn't start. It didn't start at fifth grade summer camp.

• Sarah:

That's true, it did not start at junior lifeguards. Even though we were both there.

• Phil:

Matching red bathing suits, white t-shirts, visors, and our counsellor -

• Both:

Mr. Johnson.

• Sarah:

Who probably figured that the shy girl in his morning class -

• Phil:

and the skinny kid in his afternoon class -

• Both:

were... cousins?!

• Sarah:

Probably thought we carpooled over together -

• Phil:

in between family photoshoots and fourth of July barbecues.

• Sarah:

But instead, we merely co-existed -

• Phil:

almost met but always missed it -

• Sarah:

spinning around like two sides of a coin.

• Phil:

Look!

• Both:

We've done the research!

• Sarah:

And we swear, we're not related.

• Phil:

And we've never dated.

• Both:

And we're never... EVER... going to.

• Phil:

Because what are the chances of finding someone with your last name -

• Sarah:

Japanese and Jewish with siblings called the same?

• Phil:

What are the odds of finding someone -

• Sarah:

who can finish your sentences -

• Phil:

who will let you cut in line -

• Sarah:

who knows not to just lend a hand, or an ear when you need them to give you their spine -

• Phil:

who is woman enough to be best man at your wedding -

• Sarah:

who will keep every secret, save every letter, tell you how you really look -

• Phil:

who will remember every single one of your birthdays -

• Sarah:

without checking Facebook?

• Phil:

What are the odds of finding someone who knows your poetry by heart -

• Sarah:

who won't freak out if you're hanging out and accidentally fart?

• Phil:

Yeah. If you have a date and you need to look fresh, I will let you borrow my hair products.

• Sarah:

And if you don't have a date and you need to look fresh, I will let you borrow... my cousin.

• Phil:

I will always see you for the alley-oop.

• Sarah:

I will always save you a seat.

• Phil:

I will always pick you to be my partner even though you are terrible at handball.

• Sarah:

When the fire takes all you have, my home will be your home.

• Phil:

When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again and again.

• Sarah:

When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming because we all sound the same underwater.

• Phil:

When Ellis Island tries to erase your past, I will call you by your real name.

• Sarah:

When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you.

• Phil:

And I will march with you from Selma to Montgomery and back as many times as it takes.

• Sarah:

We will stand together against the hoses and the dogs -

• Both:

because it didn't start with us.

• Phil:

It started with Lennon and McCartney.

• Sarah:

It started with Thelma and Louise.

• Phil:

It started with Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin.

• Sarah:

Bert and Ernie!

• Phil:

Abbott and Costello!

• Sarah:

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!

• Phil:

Mario and Luigi!

• Sarah:

Watson and Sherlock!

• Phil:

Pikachu and Charizard! And they could tell you what a miracle this is.

• Sarah:

They could tell you how rare this is.

• Phil:

But they could tell you how rare friendship always is.

• Sarah:

The chances are slim.

• Phil:

The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.

• Both:

But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.

• Phil:

I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.

• Sarah:

I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.

• Both:

Friend -

• Phil:

I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.

• Sarah:

I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.

• Phil:

When the walls come down -

• Sarah:

when the thunder rumbles -

• Both:

when nobody else is home, hold my hand -

• Phil:

and I promise -

• Both:

I won't let go.

P.S
If the vids don't work, don't be lazy and search them up. You don't know what you're missing until you hear them!!

Buried

There are just some things that no matter how many times you try to forget and bury, it still resurfaces.

It catches up with you. 

A memory you don't want to remember.

Hidden in the depths of the unknown.

A place I have no intention to explore.

I've been running away from.

Never to get in touch with.

Blame it on Life. No. Blame it on my sign. Nah. Just blame me. Happy?

Faced with yet another dilemma. Seriously, Life what is this!? I know my sign is a Libra and we're very well known for our indecisiveness but can you not please throw shitty stuff into our lives? Give us a rest please.

..Sigh pie..

I shouldn't be blaming life or my sign. Geez. That so is immature of me. And immature is so not my middle name or any part of my  name.

I just hope that I'll make up my mind sooner but definitely not later.

I don't want to prolong it.

The sooner I solve this, the better. 

GAH! I still hate you Life!!

Once in awhile

I guess it's fair enough that I do things and decide for my own well-being rather than for others. It may sound selfish but it's my life. Who's gonna decide for me, right?

The two Ps and 1 F of Life; Past Present and Future

If one day time travelling was made possible, would you go back in time or into the future to see how things are? To change some things? Would you?

I probably would. There are a lot of things I want to change in my life.

But wait. Actually, I'd rather have a 'Life choice simulator' than a  time travelling machine.

I just came up with this not long ago. Wow, Angel you're really a random genius! Eureka! haha!

Anyways, imagine having this simulator invented. You could see the result of the choice you want to choose without you making it in real life yet. Just imagine the wonders of it.

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Ignore whatever I said up there. I probably had too much chitchat with dad and bro about History and Science. Such a nerd haha

Like what bro said, a lot of things have to be taken into consideration with this kind of machine. It could go against many people's religion, moral and such.

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Alright, moi gotta go back to reality

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Time Oh Time Is Up?

23rd of July 2013

Would you look at that, July is already ending. Five more months and it'll be 2014. Gosh, so many things have happened while my blog was in a coma. So many changes. Good, bad and neutral. 

Is it just me or did I already blog something like this before? Hmmm...

Sorry if I did. I guess my STM kicked in again. Pfffft..

Anyways,

I've been missing a lot of people these past few months. Not that I didn't miss them before. It's just that the intensity of how much I miss them is greater. Le sigh...

Weeeeeeee!

I'm so happy that I'm finally a certified barista :')

 

 

UPDATE! UPDATE!

FINALLY! Moi back! Did you awesome people miss me? :)

So sorry to those who still read my blog. I haven't updated it for quite a long time.. hmm let's see, February, March, April, May and now June. It has been 3 or 4 months since my last post. But like what I said(I said something?), I'm back and I wont let this blog fall into a comatose state again. I'll try. Hehe.

 

Wanna know what I've been up to since poly started?

CCAs, projects, assignments and of course fun fun fun stuff

 

Let's start with my class.

DMIT 1304 is one cute class of mine.

I'm so lucky to be in this class with nice people in it.

:3

 

 

(Not everyone is in the pic btw)

<3

 

The boys of DMIT 1304

 

Aww the guys actually dyed their hair TOGETHER

 

The girls of DMIT 1304

 

 

More random pics

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I'm such a lazy blogger.

Haha!

 

 

 

 

Hurry up!

School, hurry up! I wanna meet new peeps, learn programming and be busy again! Please please hurry up will ya?

The long wait...

HAS FINALLY ENDED! YES! All I have to do now is wait for the enrolment package, which will arrive by the end of February. Another long wait again but it's worth it. You know what they always say, "Good things come to those who wait."

Wait wait wait. . .

Waiting patiently since patience is a virtue

Six days to getting my JAE result!

The little things that make me happy<3

January

It's only January and a lot of things have already happened. Imagine after a year!

Changes changes changes

I was scared of changes. I never liked it.

I wanted everything to be the same. No complications.

Predictable. Mundane.

You don't have to worry about the unforeseeable.

 But in life, change is inevitable.

No matter how much you try to remain the same, you will change

You might have thought that you didn't change but you did, physically(like duh), emotionally and intellectually(like duh again)

It's a good thing. A bad thing. Depends on how you see it.

Now what?

I don't know what I'm supposed to feel. Happy? Sad? Relieved? Confused? Regretful?

I thought I'd finally feel better after saying it.

But no, I don't. And that sucks. A lot.

Why? Why? Why?

This is so infuriating and frustrating.

I'm so mad at myself.

Sigh. May be I should just act like nothing happened and move on.

Act like I didn't say that and he didn't say anything.

To be honest, this is the best and easiest way.

Too tired of wondering and hoping.

All for nothing. It's really all for nothing if I continue this.

I don't want to make a fuss over a small matter and I should end this post now before I say something I'll regret in the future.

Except, I can do something about this post. Delete it. Permanently. Just a click away.

That easy. Oh how I wish this feeling was just a click away from fading too.

Five Days Of. . .

Five days. Five days of decision making.
The feeling of being lost amidst the confusion

These five days were so important that I couldn't afford to miss it. Not even a single day of it.

What was more frustrating(for me) was that we were only given one chance to make amendments to our choices. That's just not fair. We only had five days to decide and only one chance to change our minds. That's just sad. Sigh.

Oh well, that's life. You're not given a lot of chances and when you do, you better grab it because it's just once(or maybe twice if you're lucky) in a lifetime. 

Haha yeah

This post is going to be one random poop. Oh! Speaking of poop, have you heard that Facebook made an update? A new icon. A poop icon! I mean how awesome is that?

You can literally show poo to people in a form of an icon on Facebook!

I wonder what's the purpose of that

To be honest, I'm not against it. I just find it weird and funny. Hmm.. funny

So that's how the poop icon looks like. If you can't see clearly, the poop icon actually has eyes. Yes! Eyes to see! Omg this is almost comical. Almost.

I still find its usage bewildering... so yeah.

What made them think of this idea?

Only they know.

Alright, I have nothing much to say.

Well, except this(I just can't end my post without this.)

Poopiness at its best!

End of this poopy post.

Cheerios!