Love is... you and me

And we both acknowledge the fact that we’re counting down to this very day.

To call you my Super Sunshine 368 days ago.

To nod a very awkward reply and say ‘yes’ to your favourite ring 365 days ago. And to sing ‘Yes I Love You’ to ‘May I Love You’ that very day.

To go through the little bickers we always have one week prior to the 27th, and learn to overcome the little differences.

To try very hard not to colour-coordinate our clothes and fail miserably.

To have someone to hold onto for dear life when I attempt to trip myself on the flight of steps at Vivo.

To talk about cars, wine, and almost everything under the sun to.

To be there to squeeze your shoulders between mugging sessions.

To nag at you whenever you’re having something sinful to eat, and then give up eventually because I can’t bear to see you being sad.

To have mugging supplies of chocolate hanging at my door.

To do crazy things like walking from PS to Fort Canning to Clarke Quay with.

To play luge and laugh out loud with.

To hug and cry into.

To wrestle your fingers into mine when I try to playfully escape.

To sleep on when I really need to conk out.

And many many more. It’s countless.


And I had a hard time convincing myself that we’ve came a long way yesterday. The simplicity of kaya and toast, the self-made presents we gave each other which were so similar except for the medium, going back to how we started with music and lyrics, the princess-y indulgence at Inizio (save for the horrid lady), Japanese dinner, those stuff toy machines, ice cream, supper for both our parents who just love to agree on what to have…

And I just love you.

Moshed.

I'm so lethargic, I don't feel like sleeping anymore. I wanna just carry on fighting until 8pm tomorrow, reach home, and drop dead.





If love is painful, I'm all of willing to suffer from it.








Sometimes, I do take the effort to count the times I miss you over a span of a few hours. But I eventually give up, because I'll lose count anyway.



















If my slipper fell, would you help me find it?




















I wonder which one is you and which is me.


Or are we just the one single, inseparable entity.


















People call drinking a sport to drown out your fears.


I call drinking an activity to celebrate love.













Forrest Gump said that life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you'll get.





I'd say, life is like a classical music score; it's how you change it to fit your liking. Never let the time signature or the ties or the rests tie you down.

Falling apart

My eyes are like, itchy-scratchy-sleepy-droopy. So I'm putting an end to 3215 revision until Sunday. Which means I'll have to rush like mad. At least I'm not suffering from mood swings like CY was.

2216 lecture was fun with Jiahui and Jay - especially our junior Jay! He's like the non-stop-hyperactive-inattentive kid in lecture but, hell, he scores way better than I do. And he got Jiahui all cracked up with his Barney-Michael Jackson joke. Though I admit it was a little distracting having to sit beside him and give him 'hmms' and 'urms' while he jabbers on.

It'll be Valentine's outing in 8 hours' time, and I'm a little comprehensive about it, because it'll be the first Valentine's out with someone whom I can call my own. Haha. Plus I'll be making most of the decisions, so I'll hate for anything to go wrong. Haha. But I like it when MY Valentine's Day doesn't contain flowers or teddy bears or chocolate, because 1. I hate killing flowers for all they're worth, 2. teddy bears are just another medium for dust collection and 3. chocolates are WAY out these few weeks. So we'll see how it goes, and hopefully we'll have photos by the end of the day (if I manage to stay awake).

Shall hit the sack.

Oh well

I'm very much lost in a whirl of thoughts. It's like being caught up with alot of matters at the same time and not knowing when your feet will touch the ground next. It's like taking umpteen rides on the Cadbury Inverter and throwing up your guts over and over again.



And things will still be very much the same, right? It's a full circle, they say. It's just a matter if falling back into circumstances instead of fighting them. It just takes a longer time to recuperate when you try to hard to block out everything and delude yourself, because you end up stabbing your own fingers.



If only I could stop myself from acting all chirpy, albeit fruitless.

Can I?

I've been returning home relatively late these days, sleeping late, working late but being early for lectures, being early for tutorials... And my body reckons it will fall apart soon. It's like playing Survivor NUS, except the fact that you're up against everyone else, instead of the usual handful of tribes. And I'm still going at it, because I know I can't afford to falter, because I've got to carry on my back. Staying cheery around the family is just another way of saying that I don't have the time to grow all emo and pissed and whatnot.




And all the more determined I am to make the most out of what I can get from education.

S'bored

I seriously suspect that I was the reincarnated form of some really sedentary organism which spent all its life sleeping and catching flies. Or I could have been a plant in my previous life.


zZzZz.


You know, some Singaporeans (yes, my own countrymen) tend to irk me to a large extend. And their behaviour just get uglier and uglier every year. Like the dumb uncle who left the queue while he was queuing in front of my dad, went to buy something else to eat, then came back and acted all friendly with my dad and then proceeding to cut the queue in front of my dad. This must have incurred the wrath of many people who were queuing behind us but, you see, as Singaporeans, they only argue when they realise that 1. They're standing to gain and 2. They won't risk losing face. So no one said anything, except for the lady who was taking orders; she demanded that that uncle got his order after she's done with ours. Had I knew he was in no way related with my dad (I thought he was my dad's friend and I had joined the queue later to help him carry the food over to our table), I would have hurled all the words in my renowned dictionary of sarcasm at him. How dumb had he been, for thinking that he could just 'reserve' his place in the queue by acting all friendly with my dad (who, unfortunately, didn't find it offensive), and expect us to 'chop' his queue position for him? *grumbles* Singaporeaans...

Ooei, don't think you can run. I swear I'll throw fish soup on you if I ever see you again.

Really, it's plain ugliness.


Like aunties who place their wet marketing plastic bags on one seat on the bus, and occupy the other.

Like old uncles who snooze on the bus with both feet on the facing seats.

Like students who still eat on public transportation. (Hello, how many times do you want your face to appear on Stomp?)

Like teens who wield PSPs and hog the floors on MRTs.

Like the old uncle who drives at 70km/h on expressways in his flashy Mercedes. (Traffic-stopping, literally.)

Like some undergraduates who spend the entire exam period sitting on that exact spot in the library for days on end, when they have their own hostels/homes.

Like the ah beng (and occasional ah lian) who blasts Jay Chou songs on his mp3 phone.

Like some people who can afford Porsches and Volkswagens and Mercedes and whatnot but can't afford to park them straight.

Like the bahkwa queue-hoppers.

Like the devoted worshipper who allows his children to run amok in the temple grounds and take turns shouting "ah mah! ah mah!" across the praying halls.

Like those students from a particular JC in the east who love nothing more than to stand in huddles on the bus and block the exit, the entrance and very much everything else.

Like the rich faggot who stopped his BMW 750i conveniently on a one-way street at Amoy Street.

Like those money-faced gits who up the prices of flowers by 6 times during Valentine's Day.




Seriously, I can never stop complaining.

Like me, who can't stop complaining.

Nightmares

Week on which tutorials start always throw me off my feet; I've (unfortunately and stupidly) squashed all 5 tutorials on Mondays and Tuesdays, and now I'm working furiously to churn out my draft for next week's NM2208 tutorial. I'm an absolute disaster with Illustrator, and Jack can attest to that. And I'm still out of inspiration and motivation whenever I see my sketches. Hopefully my fingers will behave and work fine tomorrow, or else I'll be dead duck by Tuesday.

On the other hand, NM2216 lectures are (thankfully) becoming more interesting as the weeks pass, and I'm glad my mind is able to throw out absurd ideas for the lecture activities every week. And while I'm always getting stuck while doing my readings, the process just motivates me to get things right. 3 semesters in NUS, and I've finally found the correct way (I hope) of studying. Plus I've got the best study companion to boot. Haha. I was just wishing that the tutor will just catch dengue and skip all the consecutive tutorials. I can't stand him (nothing racist). Period.

Oh. And FBH has been a headache. To be exact, it's CS. Seriously, the prejudice alot of us harbour is largely based on recurring incidents like this, and sometimes you'd really wish it didn't concern the reputation of the entire Chinese population. It's totally unfair, unjust, but I believer OSA ran on their own rules and were right to impose such a ban, especially when it's towards CS (minus Geyao). At least we're not famed for giving unexcusable excuses, embezzle club funds to host events that only make losses, set dumb rules on who uses the room, implement a dumb booking system, gobbles all our membership fees and refuse to give us a decent sum for our activities, and take a fugging long time to approve matters. What an irony, when China's supposed to be one of the largest economic powerhouses in the world.