Now Aren't I Kind For Having Forgot About You?

ANU's offer finally came yesterday- 80k for 3 years in International Relations. I thought once I arrived at this 'final frontier' of sorts, the decision would come naturally to me. It hasn't. How now leh? I guess I'll mull over this in BKK, maybe the air there would make me think differently. At this moment I can imagine my bro going, 'Jhoke leh Jie'. (translated to 'Sis, I think you are a joke.')

PS: Aforementioned person just came into my room to use my nail clipper to clip off his scab. (!!) With this endearing image plastered in your heads, I shall take leave of this space for the next 3 days.

No One Belongs Here More Than You

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Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.
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Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. There are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.

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If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his. You would die getting to him.
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This person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run a bath and then read in bed.

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No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July

Though I'm only halfway through this book, it has already got to me.

I Was Looking For Your Heart, Through The Gutters In The Park

Japanese Steamboat at Orchard Plaza
Birthday Girl; Joey!

Lt&Wy : *stare stare stare hungry hungry hungry* *maybe if we stare hard enough our eyes can generate enough kinetic energy in the molecules to speed up the cooking process*

Cooked! My personal bowl of goodness.

Happy 20th Joey! You'll always remind me of sunshine, daisies, the color yellow (&blue&brown), nice penmenship and cute dimples. I hope we will have a grand picnic bathed in warm sunlight under cotton candy clouds someday. (",)

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Today wasn't a good picture day for me and I preferred to remain behind the lens. On another note, I think my friends are adorable.

Every other week I would fall in love with a new Laura Marling song and play it incessantly on my iTunes. This week, it's this song. If I were ever to pick up guitar, her songs would be the first few I would learn.

Failure by Laura Marling.

Spent this precious Sunday reading, jogging, catching up on Strong Heart (yet another Korean variety show, no thanks to Joey but it keeps my endorphin levels high so oh well) and playing around with old pictures by making them look older. Here's a random one;

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It's strange how when Wy and I bought the plane tickets and booked the hotel for our BKK trip 3 weeks ago, I didn't feel a tinge of excitement at all. Now that the trip is nearing, I feel glad about it because things has got slightly repetitive at work and I need a quick temporal exit from it.

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one's in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.

...Cause if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

- How to be alone - Tanya Davis

Looking At Any Place Except For Me

What Daiso made me do; get a tupperware set. I brought this packed lunch to work today.

Yesterday's sky; I couldn't run because of the rain. O well.

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I feel like I have something real to say but I can't think of anything in particular right now. Every night right before I fall asleep, I would come up with brilliant and witty phrases on Life, Death and Everything Else In Between and I would promise myself to remember them the next morning but they are never there when I wake up. It's annoying how my own brilliance is being hidden from me. Ah-ha.

This was on Thursday night when we fully utilised my dad's car by going to 3 different places in a night. It was a strange night cause everyone kinda just went along with whatever impromptu plan that was made and we hung out till after 1A.M despite it being a weeknight.
At Sunset Grill - I secretly think part of the thrill of eating there was trying to get there.
I took the longest while trying to get a decent picture of the lights after we settled down at the table.

Level 10 wings. We were all 'is this it?' after we had it.

Rochor Beancurd- It was my third night in the row having tauhauy.

Pool at Kovan.

I think it was the first time the girls kinda/sorta/almost enjoyed pool and realised what it really was about. We need to play it more often!

The girls made such a fuss over my pose in this picture that I now feel slightly awkward posting it up here but what the heck. Thanks for the fuss (thought I still don't see it!). LOL

(picture credits to yours truly (actually only the first 2 pics haha), joey, and joey's camera)

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Work was hooohahhhhsotiring today. The arrival of a new batch of clothes means more work but busyness is a blessing in itself I guess. It's funny how some people don't exactly get what I do. I would get into a long drawn explanation and then give up and sum it up by saying, 'I basically shop, like, a heck lot and then proceed to sell off the lot of them, them being clothes.' Life is simpler when you stop trying to sound sophisticated.

You aren't worth the effort. I should stop being so nice. It no longer matters to me whether you're in my life or out of it.

I Would Like To Buy You A Gold Canary

Buying tea at TWG involved lots of sniffing, peering into huge, imposing-looking cans and trying to translate the 'tea connoisseur' reccommendations and descriptions in his heavily accented English into Mandarin to my mom. At the end of it, he actually asked if we were Singaporeans. The bro and I can't decide what that meant.

Mantra for the week; Be cold, be bold and be on your own. I'm building a love-hate relationship with 'Independence'.

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listening to lots of;

2AM (I can't believe it either), Cloud Control, Beirut, & Noah and The Whale.

Quiet Little Bits

'Yet there comes a time when you stand in front of a mirror and and ask yourself; "This is myself? And why did I want to identify with this? And what do I care about this face?" And at that moment everything starts to crumble. Everything starts to crumble.'

-Immortality by Milan Kundera

It's days like these when my life seem to stretch out into a barren wasteland of boredom and stagnation, an endless journey of 'non-solidarity' with the rest of mankind. I definitely woke up on the wrong side of bed today.

Poke Me And You Die

I think I missed the memo informing me that I'll always be surrounded by assholes and their tendencies to make me feel generally worst about myself. My recovery time has speeded up over the years though so thanks for making me stronger, assholes.