NEWness.

A lot has happened in my 3 week hiatus. I went to France, came back from France, and have not blogged about France. You will hear about France soon. Probably after mini-hellweeks 1, 2 and 3 are over.
The furniture for my living and bedroom arrived a day after I got back from France, and there [...]

still present here.

In mourning the departed, we celebrate what they gave to the living.

paradox.

Eight.
It was raining, but only in the backyard. The sun shone brightly down on the front lawn. Birds twittered merrily in the bushes, singing songs of serene delight.The house was empty, save for him. It had four walls, but no roof. He paced between the thunderstorm and the sunkissed lawn, fists clenched and jaw set. [...]

seven.

It’s when she’s all alone, when she hugs her knees to her chest, and her head sinks in defeat, that she’s honest with herself. 
It’s only when the confused welter of thoughts swirl around inside her exhausted mind that she’s unable to explain away the obvious.
It’s only then that she hears her heart speak.

sorely missed.

Joshua Benjamin Jeyaretnam, 5 Jan 1926 – 30 Sep 2008
For once a time, long ago, he marched down the Singapore of old, and as he strode, the day did break, and all of Singapore awake.

the happy days.

I feel like I’ve been doing everything wrong.
Everything is making a mad dash downhill and I’m being dragged along with it.
I want to get away.

politics.

Some people make
all the right friends,
put on the right faces,
make all the right choices,
and get in the right graces.
The world should be more simple. :p

sunset.

Ever since I left secondary school, I feel like all I can do is look forward.
I keep telling myself not to look back and think about what might have been, or what I could have done better; the opportunities I missed out on, the mistakes I made.
So many doors have already closed, never to open [...]

missing. you.

I miss my pink fluffball pig.
Even though we haven’t been meeting up a lot ever since JC happened, it’s not the same having her 4000km away as opposed to less-than-65km away.
SIGH.
At least back then we were stepping on the same national soil.

I FEEL FAT.

“No seriously, what’s there to feel? You are fat.”
Reminds me of the Shan & Rozz show.
Rozz: “Does this dress make my ass look fat?”
Shan: “No, your fat ass makes your ass look fat.”
And seriously. What am I doing typing this kinda rubbish at this hour.
I should be considering the very important questions listed in TYL’s [...]