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Mmmm, been exceptionally active on my tumblr as of late.

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Joelle's done and over with her A's and we're meeting tomorrow with the rest of dem beetchez for dinner. Whoop whoop can't wait to see her before she flies off to the States!

With that said, most of the Bali kids are gonna be done with A's soon too. Can't wait for Bali-shopping. Need to find them hawaiin-flowery beach pants.

December's just round the corner, and by "round the corner" I mean that someone's (finally) turning 18 soon too. You know who you are ;)

Black Friday

My mom left us 9 godly strips of bacon in the kitchen before leaving for work today. I conquered them all because my sisters (surprisingly) weren't the least interested in them today and one simply does not let such pieces of heaven go to waste. Don't shoot me that look; I can sense those eye-darts. I've just been trained to finish up whatever's that on my plate or the African kids will suffer. Mmhmm.

I can't stop eating because I'm bored and I'm bored because I can't stop eating. Fat die me.

On a side note, it's Black Friday today (also, the last weekday of E-learning week)

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Recent addictions:



Louis is the cutest thing on Earth especially when he says "sea urchin" with his British accent.
My heart died a little when I found out he's been attached for over a year already :'(

One Direction is actually legit good. I pretty like their new 'Take Me Home' album.



Also I've just started on this drama serial that Xx introduced to me. It hasn't been my thing to watch K-dramas but recently I think I've developed a liking for it.

That is all and I'm still overwhelmed over the fact that Louis is attached :'(

They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator

It's the fourth weekend that I've stayed home since the start of the semester now.
Feels weirdly therapeutic, considering I'm always on the go.

Maybe my body grew kinda sick of sunlight.

Anyway, I'm back.

Breaking through.

I feel that it's time for me to draw the line
I know I'll be fine without your bitching
'Cause every day I become a little less numb
Like I don't even know you

Why does it feel like it's raining in my head?
I don't understand
Why are you always complaining about me?
You don't even know who I am

Don't think I wanna know you
I'm tired of running after you
I won't send you sorry cards
'Cause I don't need to
I'm giving up and I'll never reminisce
I've found a way, I'm getting over this
I'll let go in every way
'Cause I don't need you

Don't think I wanna know
I've gotta go before I go crazy
I'll let go in every way
'Cause anyway, I know that you hate me


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Here's the line. It's drawn.
I've always told you, "This has to be a two-sided thing, or it won't work out."
But it doesn't matter now. I don't think I want it to even work out anymore.

Anchor

You were the anchor that weighed me down from exploring new seas,
but you were the anchor that kept me from drifting away in the furious tsunami.

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"Because life is not a straight line."

I had a story to tell - a faux one - but I expressed my truest, deepest feelings, and my mind pictured you sitting in a corner at the back of the classroom, looking at me. In actual fact, you and I were miles away, but in that instantaneous moment, you transported your way to me. I told them about death; something that often appeared in our past conversations. I told them you inspired me to live on, in a way. I told them you taught me how to embrace the ups and downs in life, because life is not a straight line.

Today, I think I might have, could have, possibly have needed you again.

Hurricane

"Visualize a storm. How does it look like?"
"It looks like a hurricane."
"That's how you perceive your problems to be. I said a storm, but you turned it into a hurricane."

Thank you for looking at me in the eyes and knowing immediately how things aren't going right for me and thank you for giving me a firm hug by the shoulders, as though assuring me that everything will be okay. Meant a lot to me, Bryan.

I'm beyond exhausted from an extremely dry and draggy day of lessons. Nevertheless, my Friday night ended off well with a few of my Phoenixes. G'night for now. x

Joelle's 18th

Just a while ago, we were walking down endless roads just to get to our bus stop because Joelle is so good with her directions. I'm seriously considering buying her a GPS device and a compass as her next birthday present.

Today was her birthday and we (Junpeng, Jiaying, Kunjie and I) dropped by her place to surprise her with a birthday cake and flowers hand-arranged by none other than Junpeng himself. Afterwhich, we walked over to the nearby The Bark Cafe for dinner and that will be my new eastern-Dempsey. There's a variety of fine food, average-priced for a bar-cafe I would say (I had the Mini Smoked Duck Burgers for $16.90++), and drinks as well. More importantly, the dimlit environment and live music completes the entire ambience.

P.s. go try the cakes from Chocolate Origin, they're soooo good especially when it's semi-melted and all fudgy.

Regnarts

Dear you, I hope we cross paths again. Same day, same time, next week.

x.t.e.s.

Like a mother looking out for her child.

Like an aegis, to seize a sense of assurance from.

Like a little sister who tugs you by the sleeve.

We are an inimitable blend; like punk rock, indie, classical and heavy metal combined into a single medley. Crazy, I know, but crazily complete.

If time had to choose when to come to a halt, it just has to be now.
For once in eons, I feel like we're the perfect four again. 

Charlie Simpson

Never fails to make it top 5 favourite, although it's been 5 years.
Listen to the lyrics. Watch the video. Makes no sense? Yeah, it doesn't. But the subtlety is what makes me come back again and again.

Charlie Simpson has been one of the most inspiring artistes of all time. I've listened to him since Busted, to Fightstar, then all the way up to his solo career. He's barely even thirty yet it's almost as if I watched him grow up.

Busted:


Charlie Simpson:


Fightstar's was the first video and you can thank me when you have fallen in love with either of them ;)

Wasabi Heartbreak

I call this the Wasabi Heartbreak.
Why do I always return with such a heavy heart? :'(

I love you, po po. I wish I could grow up really quick so I can drive you around for your medical check-ups or even for your singing and dancing lessons, bring you to many places you've never been to before, and contribute to your monthly allowance. I want to be your prized possession that you can show off with to your friends. I don't want to give them a chance to question about your kids' and grandchildren's whereabouts anymore. But at my age, with the limited spare time and resources I have, I can't do much as much as I want to. So please, let me grow up quick.

Not forgetting you, gong gong. Only today did I realise the hardship you went through as a child, all the way till fatherhood. I didn't know you grew up parent-less and that you belonged to a poor family. I didn't know you only studied up till primary school and I couldn't have told anyway because you could speak so fluently in so many dialects and languages that you even came home knowing how to speak Tamil one day. You are so experienced and wise in the different aspects of life and I don't know why I find this especially astonishing but you're even talented in dentistry, even though your main career remained at the oil rigs. I didn't know you travelled out to sea for months or even years just to support the family, even though the marine oils that clogged up your ears almost caused you to lose your sense of hearing.

I always thought you were a neglectful dad, until I noticed the tears welling up in your eyes as you unfolded stories about the sacrifices you made for your children to me. You were always so cold and expressionless and I thought you never once appreciated the times we brought you and po po out for buffet dinners, until po po told me how excited you actually were each time.

Whenever you brought me down to the void deck as a kid, you would announce to your friends, "这是我的孙女, 我的孙女 leh!" If I had to count the number of times you repeated this per occasion, I might just have to use all four limbs. I know you were proud of me, and I'm proud of you too. I remember the times you travelled all the way to my house, just to accompany me to Tampines for my weekly swimming lessons. You'd wait for hours for my lessons to end, then you'd take me back home again before going home on your own. You'd hold my hand everywhere we went.

Someone once asked me, "How would you describe a sunset to a blind person?"
Now that you're almost losing your sense of sight, this question keeps haunting me at the back of my head. It's not that I'm really bad at conversing in mandarin that I would really suck at describing the sunset to you, but it'd really be a pity if your eyes can't last to watch the next sunset; the sunset that I want you to watch with my kids.

Each time I return, these conversations and stories leave me in deep thoughts; thoughts that I need to sweat off with a run at the beach. But on a brighter note, as I start to run, I start to breathe.