The table is a flurry of contents.
I am not proud of my progress, 3 hours and with shaky confidence I can conclude ONE question complete. All the more reason to seal my fate for the first day of the new year; to spend it at a 24-hour coffee joint losing myself in assignments.
On the bright side, I'll be at the airport where I stand a one in a million chance of meeting a perfect stranger in transit and we will fall in love momentarily. Afterall, I have the tendency to fall fleetingly.
Honestly though, 2012, what a year. I feel like I've grown so much this year alone, and to everyone's who's had a part to play in this, whether blessing or lesson, thank you.
So stoked for 2013, I have so much hope for the new year. Time to leave everything behind and make changes.
Cue obligatory new year resolutions:
1) Eat clean, become a lean machine
(Couldn't resist some rhyme)
2) Studying will be the only thing worthy of my time
3) Work on my punctuality
4) Expect the least or nothing at all
5) Nonchalance over niceties
6) Stop depending my happiness on others
7) Not to dwell over things I cannot change
8) Say Grace before meals
9) Family and friends before love
10) Stop obsessing over what could have been
And most importantly, harden my heart.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
musings
Between the time it takes
For me to fall once again in love with
The insidious ways your eyes reflect light off mine
And for me to fall into
The spaces in the creases and
Indentations on your skin
From too many hours spent under warm sheets
Against cool pillows and over-zealous orifices
I lose more sleep and more nerve endings
From the fires ignited by your intrepid fingers
Than I ever will in any lifetime untouched by your presence
Monday, December 24, 2012
xxxmas
Regina Spektor has one of those voices you will never forget.
She is so adorable from her curly hair down to her stocking clad feet. Stole my heart the very moment Winona introduced me to The Call a long time ago. What We Saw From The Cheap Seats despite being a fantastic album still cannot beat Soviet Kitsch and Far. I feel she could've performed more of her older songs though, although I appreciated Ode to Divorce and Dance Anthem of The 80s.
I'm still not over the fact that she didn't sing Eet. I know, I know, I've tweeted about that already. But come on, that song is perfection.
In an hour's time I will hopefully be donned in something spectacular and shimmery and church appropriate, awaiting mass to start.
It's a quiet Christmas but I have so much hope for the new year.
She is so adorable from her curly hair down to her stocking clad feet. Stole my heart the very moment Winona introduced me to The Call a long time ago. What We Saw From The Cheap Seats despite being a fantastic album still cannot beat Soviet Kitsch and Far. I feel she could've performed more of her older songs though, although I appreciated Ode to Divorce and Dance Anthem of The 80s.
I'm still not over the fact that she didn't sing Eet. I know, I know, I've tweeted about that already. But come on, that song is perfection.
In an hour's time I will hopefully be donned in something spectacular and shimmery and church appropriate, awaiting mass to start.
It's a quiet Christmas but I have so much hope for the new year.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Today is a joke
I will NOT say anything about the poorly predicted apocalypse.
Let's just say I had a good last day on Earth.
Been thoroughly obsessed with the likes of The 1975(who just released a couple of songs), Fiona Apple, Bat for Lashes and Foals.
My cheeks were reflecting the longest wavelength
My fan was folded up and grazing my forehead
And I kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where I wanted
You to kiss when we find some time alone
My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights
I looked like a neon zebra shaking rain off of stripes
And the rivulets had you riveted to the places that I wanted you to
Kiss me when we find some time alone
I don't know about you, but I'm really not feeling the Christmas spirit this year. Maybe too much time abroad is to blame, it can be quite disconcerting sometimes. It's also official; I've spent all my savings. What's more worrisome though is the fact that I can't quite remember what I've spent them on.
In my effort to purge any essence of Ebenezer Scrooge in me, I am signing myself up for the Christmas Immersion Programme where I will force my ears to endure cliched Christmas songs, load up on the christmas cookies and leg of ham and accessorize with those darn reindeer antlers.
What I really mean is putting The XX's Last Christmas on repeat and wearing my "Merry Freaking Christmas and a Crappy New Year" baseball tee.
Let's just say I had a good last day on Earth.
Been thoroughly obsessed with the likes of The 1975(who just released a couple of songs), Fiona Apple, Bat for Lashes and Foals.
My cheeks were reflecting the longest wavelength
My fan was folded up and grazing my forehead
And I kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where I wanted
You to kiss when we find some time alone
My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights
I looked like a neon zebra shaking rain off of stripes
And the rivulets had you riveted to the places that I wanted you to
Kiss me when we find some time alone
I don't know about you, but I'm really not feeling the Christmas spirit this year. Maybe too much time abroad is to blame, it can be quite disconcerting sometimes. It's also official; I've spent all my savings. What's more worrisome though is the fact that I can't quite remember what I've spent them on.
In my effort to purge any essence of Ebenezer Scrooge in me, I am signing myself up for the Christmas Immersion Programme where I will force my ears to endure cliched Christmas songs, load up on the christmas cookies and leg of ham and accessorize with those darn reindeer antlers.
What I really mean is putting The XX's Last Christmas on repeat and wearing my "Merry Freaking Christmas and a Crappy New Year" baseball tee.
Monday, December 17, 2012
sup life
Airplane rides have a knack for causing turmoil in my gastrointestinal tract.
After several hours of fuzzy audio with only lousy airline headphones to blame and a bleary-eyed array of movies I've either seen or did not for obvious reasons, I very much preferred to alternate between tracing the scaly, reptillian skin on my knuckles and hands complete with a recurring internal monologue on how disgusting my apparent moulting was, and watching the screens of passengers seated in front of me and deriving stupid humor from my own insertion of dialogue between the onscreen characters.
Japan was a blur of dessert kiosks, signs, posters, vending machines boasting a stunning variety of bottled drinks, brown hair and headgear.
6 day holiday brought to an end so soon before I can even wrap my head around the fact that Christmas is a week from now and before I know it I will be frazzled, pimply A level student with a bursting waistline from stress-eating and one too many microwave dinners and ice cream tubs.
I promise some pictures from my Bali and Japan trip soon, if anybody's even interested.
And I cut my hair again, which nobody will probably notice because it almost always seems like a big deal to me and only me.
After several hours of fuzzy audio with only lousy airline headphones to blame and a bleary-eyed array of movies I've either seen or did not for obvious reasons, I very much preferred to alternate between tracing the scaly, reptillian skin on my knuckles and hands complete with a recurring internal monologue on how disgusting my apparent moulting was, and watching the screens of passengers seated in front of me and deriving stupid humor from my own insertion of dialogue between the onscreen characters.
Japan was a blur of dessert kiosks, signs, posters, vending machines boasting a stunning variety of bottled drinks, brown hair and headgear.
6 day holiday brought to an end so soon before I can even wrap my head around the fact that Christmas is a week from now and before I know it I will be frazzled, pimply A level student with a bursting waistline from stress-eating and one too many microwave dinners and ice cream tubs.
I promise some pictures from my Bali and Japan trip soon, if anybody's even interested.
And I cut my hair again, which nobody will probably notice because it almost always seems like a big deal to me and only me.
Monday, December 10, 2012
NIPPON-KOKU
Japan! I am going to Japan!
I hardly enthuse on my blog because I am too busy being a tortured soul, aren't I?
But I swear, I'm so much better now.
I am happy and content and self sufficient and pretty damn excited for my HAW LEE DAAAAY.
I promise not to care about my diet while I'm there and break the record for the most amount of desserts consumed in a day. I will eat tokyo bananas and mille crepe cakes until I excrete pastry cream, how about that?
I watched Ah Boys To Men today and it was a smorgasbord of bad graphics, unrealistic gunshot wounds and singaporean references. But generally a good laugh, points for relatability. Gymmed and swam at the new SAFRA at Toa Payoh earlier on with Claudz and had a wonderful time because that girl never fails to encourage my spontaneous fits of retardedness.
I have been indulging in folk and post rock lately but here's something I discovered awhile back but got back into after it came on shuffle while I was shredding it on the treadmill (and totally dying) today.
Now, I am going to watch Edward Scissorhands for the millionth time and stay up late like a typical teenager fuelled by pixels and romantic cinematic portrayals and because it is the holidays.
I hardly enthuse on my blog because I am too busy being a tortured soul, aren't I?
But I swear, I'm so much better now.
I am happy and content and self sufficient and pretty damn excited for my HAW LEE DAAAAY.
I promise not to care about my diet while I'm there and break the record for the most amount of desserts consumed in a day. I will eat tokyo bananas and mille crepe cakes until I excrete pastry cream, how about that?
I watched Ah Boys To Men today and it was a smorgasbord of bad graphics, unrealistic gunshot wounds and singaporean references. But generally a good laugh, points for relatability. Gymmed and swam at the new SAFRA at Toa Payoh earlier on with Claudz and had a wonderful time because that girl never fails to encourage my spontaneous fits of retardedness.
I have been indulging in folk and post rock lately but here's something I discovered awhile back but got back into after it came on shuffle while I was shredding it on the treadmill (and totally dying) today.
Now, I am going to watch Edward Scissorhands for the millionth time and stay up late like a typical teenager fuelled by pixels and romantic cinematic portrayals and because it is the holidays.
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