誓

这世上我最爱的人是我的父母亲。我再也不做让他们担心伤心的事了，我发誓。

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RANTS

打了两通电话，没人接，他们应该是放假。还有我比较中意你们发简讯给我，起床吃饭这种事不觉得太琐碎了吗，不用每通电话都问这些吧，不是说不让你们管我说我，但是不要做得那么烦闷好不好。一家人在一起的时候就各做各的，分开了就追命连环打电话，不难受啊，而且打来也只问些有的没的，换了是你们能不烦吗。以上是我的感觉，如果你们觉得我的感觉可以忽略不计那就不要理我，继续没趣下去吧。不要打电话给我！

is what I wanted to tell my parents after being rudely woken up by their phone calls. I am bloody sick and I want to have a couple more hours of sleep and I have to answer their irritatingly repetitive questioning about why I have to sleep so long!!! it's so frustrating that I cried out of frustration, it's like there's nothing I could do to get out of such emotional torture, if I argue I am 不孝, that's the equation they put on me, hello, no democracy and freedom of speech???

nuf said, I didn't send the sms eventually, considering they would feel
hurt and take it the wrong way and try harder to interact with me and call me
more, I shall bring this up when it's less damaging.

fucking hate to be sick.

and @stepf if u read this, don't question me cuz I hate it when ppl question my feelings.

the bkk trip was one of the worst trip I've ever had, I don't blame you, but that doesn't change the fact that I was very disappointed and felt let down many times. (I may regret saying this) but while you were out watching pingpong show I was crying my eyes out in the hotel room. I cry because even though I understand the situation I can't help feeling like shit. I cry because I never wanted to share the attention that I get, I never wanted only 50% of your attention (don't get all
defensive here, I know u tried).

lesson learned: never ever try to dump yourself in a situation that you have no control over. I should stop being so stupid and trust that everything will turn out just fine, because it doesn't work that way.

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chill pill

i guess this whole thing isn't really that important to me, and now that it feels kinda shitty is coz i expected ppl to be wowed by my creation but actually half-hearted work can never win any appraisals. I just feels kinda weird coz how did i come to think that that kind of effort can be put out and why was i so demoralized that i cannot make it any better?

ok i shall chill.

and start thinking about choreos for impresario.

and was glad that dismas praised me, happy. guess hard work pays off.

must work harder!

Rejected

It's time all these stopped. The part of me stopping myself should stop. It's time to pour in 110% to live fully. And rejection KMA, I don't feel you anymore, so you don't matter.

OOOH

Just realized I forgot to post this:



MY BABY!!!!
After finishing with it, I basically never touched it anymore, kinda felt really tired seeing it day after day for about a month. Gosh I took long to make this, I really need to be more efficient.

Oh dam

Identity crisis??

How I envy people like , , and . like the petite feminine sort of people, who kind of gets whatever they want? and i don't know, i over generalize, lead a pretty PRETTY life.

yea i get it, thanks for all the encouragement people, I have improved by leaps and bounds...but still...its peanuts compared to them people. And nobody gives a shit about me when I'm around them, I am sure, even though I am not around them, but I presume. Not that I want to be the centre of attention, actually I hate to be, I'd rather not be noticed most of the time, due to unconscious urge to blend-in...but I have come to learn that good looks make life easier, and hence, I am at a crossroad and having a slight identity crisis. what should i pursue now???? life of glamour, life that I envied endlessly? or the life that I lead, the comfortable, shit-i'm-too-lazy-to-dress-so-i-wear-my-pyjamas life? I like the latter, but the latter does not bring me exciting opportunities...sad to say...

but, the big-eyes, pout and squeeze boobs is really not my thing...i cringe at the thought of me doing it...

damn I should be a guy...guys really have it soooo much easier...

musings aside, CITY HUNTER is super nice! and the GUY, whatever his name is, is SOOO MY TYPE WAKAKAKA, many people's type Ithink, but WOAAAHHH, i drool...hahaha

And on a side note, I met this crazy old man in the novena underpass today, who used all words from the vulgar dictionary on me, and called me a bitch unfitting to be a lady. SHIT UR FACE man, I am so big hearted I did not reply any vulgarities but only told him to shuddup. WTH, scold me also must pay money one lor. I want to punch his face into the ground so badly but I humji coz I can't fight. Which leads me to my next endeavor, I shall learn some basic martial arts, to be prepared, just in case I meet such kiampa people, I dun have to hold back.

Dead fish syndrome

Dear blog,
I have neglected you for long, for I was enjoying my holidays doing work that I like very much. The reason for blogging at this time, while I am supposed to be at work, which I am, but I need to pen down these thoughts just in case this happens again, I have reference.

I am, I announce, experiencing DEAD FISH SYNDROME. I period of having no excitement, no dread, no passion, no dread, just deadfishfloatingkindofstuff. I don't know why this syndrom, but it just hit me and I am suffering badly.

It's different from having bad thoughts, bad feelings. It's like having no thoughts, no feelings, and it's so frightening!

I need to constantly source for excitement to keep myself away from this feeling, but being a boring shitty person like myself, I fail to sustain the enthusiasm, and fall back into the continuum of "floating along".

I want to achieve, at least accomplish something at the end of this internship, but at the rate I'm going, I am not so hopeful.

I don't know whether I am giving myself too high expectations and not delivering it, or just am I too chui, and not cut out for this line of work. I really don't know.

But I am glad that I had this experience and I wish I had made some contributions to the community here, because they really do inspire me alot. seeing them I want to be even more awesome. I really do.

I guess this dead fish syndrom is first step after being so awe-inspired, the self-reproaching stage and beating-myself-up-over-incapabilities...damn, i should stop feeling so self-important! damn.

feel like nu hou-ing again.

okay, back to work, i am going to finish building today's page!

Oh man, I'm feeling shitty after dance again, and I'm dreading work tomorrow.

I'M SO SO SO JEALOUS OF ALEX'S GIRLFRIEND! HMFFFFFFF!!! But can't do anything. Today Alex demo spotting, and he SPOT TMD ME, just blush and paiseh on the spot, grrrr

Mental note to keep stretching everyday and up my stamina and strength level coz really I am too nua, "like this how to audition?" wow thn u just run off halfway go holiday thn leave us to train by ourselves, I feel kinda betrayed :( but ew what can i do?? i'm gonna get better and better and better, until I am not scared anymore.

Yesterday was awesome tho, wack dance classes from 1130 all the way till 730, was not shagged, still can chiong to bugis to eat steamboat. but today is the nua, mostly coz of upset stomache and slight cramps and uurgh ill-treatment at dance.

cannot take it!! Alex is too awesome! i am friggin jealous :(:(:(

rarrr

this is frustrating

It is the recurring time of my life that I am feeling again NOT GOOD ENOUGH, for work, for dance, and for attaining inner satisfaction. I guess this is good because I want to be better now. and I did not realize that Alex has given me a platform to BE BETTER, until he scolded us, i think me especially, today. man, it still feels horrible, because I had taken for granted that he chose us, and that would mean we are good enough for his choreo, but no. he chose us because he thinks we can do it, but we must show him that we want it, I want it! I want to become a better dancer! Really. Dancing makes me feel more than I am, it takes me into realms of emotions that I in reality will not experience. I do want to do it, I really do. Despite all the setbacks, I cannot do a freaking damn turn without losing focus and falling apart. I cannot let go enough because I just can't. I quote myself "When in doubt, just whack" I must not lose faith in myself, and I must firmly believe that if I do it enough times, I will get it! When I first started dancing, I had no idea that I was entering a journey of hardship, endurance and discipline. Now I know, I am scared, but I am anything but a quitter. Come what may, I will emerge only stronger.

I refuse to go to work today because I am going to die flat and public infront of like 50 odd people of embarrassment actually. my slides are far from done omg, i am going to kill myself seriously i dun wanna go i dun wanna go i dun wanna go!

One way to measure maturity could be watching "Game of thrones" and not flinch at all. Yup I am mature alright.
"Game of thrones", till now I wonder why the appearance of the white monsters in the first episode, but other than that the story is getting better. Lots of fucking (fuoking as they pronounce it), blood, gore and violence, really lots of it. It is the story of an epic kingdom fueled by love and hate that intertwines among seven families. oh and not to mention, incest, one of the anchors of the story, prince of the kingdom is the son of the queen and her brother, wtf. Just luan qi ba zao the relationships. Anyway, yar, there are lots and lots of blood and violence, and just the last episode, one annoying character just died with molten gold on his head. which is quite funny coz he was threatening his tribal queen sister about getting his traded army from her tribal husband, he want his crown and blah blah blah. he is really super irritating and always talking about being a king and getting his kingdom back, and being super cruel to his sister. and fittingly he was killed by his own lack of lovable qualities I think.
I find these medieval serials very attractive suddenly and I'm venturing into genres that I used to avoid, like violence and horror. Now I think it is equally difficult ot make a good horror movie as a good comedy movie, to avoid getting cheesy and all. Did I mention I watched "THE Exorcist" all by myself, because my Dad decide to pangseh me 5min into the show, I bet he was secretly scared, but haha.

okay. last night was dumb. i swear i will not club again.

let's just say my course is not the wrong course, but there are more righter courses which were not available at the time of decision 2 years ago. Now what choices do I have??

I lost 2 things and I really don't feel anything

First thing I lost: a friend. not a friend anymore though.
How to lose a friend?
Stop caring.
Why lose a friend?
Too much disappointment and too many promises broken.
How did it feel?
Nothing.

The first person I have decided to 绝交. Peacefully, and one-sidedly. Shall make it a point to be the last.

Second thing I lost: my speakers.
Oh man, second time I lose something on the cab. Forgot to bring it down after I heaved out my huge suitcase. Lost count of the number of luggages I have. was just too tired to be alert I guess. Freaking spent after dance class today, freaking full-out*one hundred million times. Alex is sadistic. Gonna miss taking his classes after the course ends. Oh well, onward to pole-dancing!! weee

Yes shifted back to my lovely room. its damn cozy and nice now, and wonderful aircon I love you to bits. Haaaa...so awesome to have this break to nua and do my own thing at home. And jobs will come later. looking forward to a week of relaxation.

i am sometimes quite insensitive :(

thoughts

just some random thoughts that i want to jot down:

who am I kidding when I tell people I don't need a relationship. Yes actually I don't need a relationship, but I need love. and I figure it's about time that I go out and find it. It's not sufficient a reason anymore, that I don't have because I didn't go out to find. It is precisely why you don't have, because you didn't bother to find. And now the focus is, why didn't you find? Because I thought I didn't need one, but now I reckon I do need, and so I will remind myself timely that I should, and proactively so, find.

which brings me to my second thought, I will find someone with equal or higher intellectual levels, because it'd be boring with someone not. and by intellectual levels, it does not refer to only academic, but the wholesome intelligence collected over 20+ years of living and experiencing. Read, wholesome. Not that I judge my parents, but the knowledge gap is big, and it is unfortunate for the higher level because it's always colder and lonelier for the one on top. and not so lonely for the one lower because there's abundance and ignorance. Really, I'm not judging, but I will not repeat it in my relationship.

And I lament again at why people would rather live and skirt around when there's an obvious big fat elephant in the room. I hate such situations. if I can and not come across as rude, I will point it out and say "shit u, there's a big fat elephant, why don't we get it out and carry on with our lives", won't that feel a lot easier and how will being the first to point it out be related to your pride in anyway???? I don't get it. well I do, but I think everybody should just live life with more honesty and seriously have straighter innards.

which brings me to the topic of promise and commitments. seriously, I quote from some movie I've watched "words fall from our mouths and die at our feet". Not to mention that we talk a lot of really useless shit (there are good shit), we promise and take our promises toooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO very lightly that one shouldn't even call it a promise anymore! And especially when the promise is monetarily or emotionally attached, because these are the two things people are jumpy and serious about. If you can't meet that promise, don't make it! If you made a promise, keep it! It's commitment made to someone, and it only goes to show that the someone don't matter a shit if your promise don't matter a shit. Refering to ongoing situation, if I ever gonna be a tenant at someone's house, I will hand in my rent on the dot, best that I can. I will prepare the rent days ago, put it in an envelope and give it to my landlord the first chance I can. If I am in a difficult situation, I will take my initiative to tell my landlord that I am tight, and I will give it in with details of date and time that I know that I will be able to fulfill. Ever heard the story of the kid who cried wolf? You only have 3 chances before your credibility is gone. It's either your credibility doesn't matter to you or the person doesn't matter to you.

and brings me to punctuality. I am cutting this bad habit of being late. and I hope my friends whom I go out with will cut it too. because time is important, I could have spent that time waiting for you doing something else, and of course vice versa. I will wait and be understanding if you were held up for countable good reason, I will take it personal, I will take it that I don't mean a shit to you, if you just did not bother to turn up because you overslept, you couldn't get your ass to move, you were LAZY! omg I hate that as an excuse. not saying that I am perfectly punctual all the time, in fact I was late for many times for many things, and I feel super guilty coz it's like having double standards. I will kick it. I very very will.

not forgetting to mention feedly, this awesome chrome extension. I love it to bits! I could read all my favourite feeds all at one place. and tumblr, god i love tumblr. yup off to reading interactive computer graphics! i only have 6 more days to exam.

PS:
forgot to add, the reason why I wanted to blog today. Watched "Maid in Manhattan" for the probably 4th time, because it was showing on HBO, god I love that channel. It's an inspiring movie! the point of the movie makes me understand that one shouldn't be judged by the work he/she does, referring to the less desirable jobs. Because it only happens to certain people to be lucky enough to actually end up doing something he/she wanted. Most people don't have a choice. Because reality is never a choice. And when I graduate, I would have to be able to put food on the table, to pay my bills, to buy myself all the stuff that I wanted. Because one should be accountable for oneself. And although being a maid is by some social standards not a proud career choice, it does not give anyone the slightest reason to judge their character based on their jobs, and neither give anyone the excuse to neglect basic manners and respect.

Secondly, the movie strengthened my belief that it definitely pays to stay real and not a phony. It really is a lot easier and phonies are irksome.

thirdly, being REALLY good (not in comparative sense, but absolute sense) at what you do, is only the quickest way to get you somewhere.

and that movie made my day. yay

OLLO

I haven't written a post in a long time (the previous post doesn't count). And here I feel that I have something I need to pen down or type out, after watching this:



I mean, haven't this become a cliche? that we talk so much about it, about seizing the moment, about being the best you can while you are at it. And whenever I hear about it, think about it, I ask whether I am doing it? I answer no. Why is it so difficult to pick up and just do something that you know you want to do it? Why bother doing things that don't matter? why think that that someone will always be there? I don't know, this way of life is too embedded and too difficult to change. I wish I had taken up alot more things just so fail at it, really. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work out, at least I have tried, and even though I fail at it once, twice, I still do enjoy it, don't I? I have no regrets getting lousy CAP since year 1 sem 1, coz now I can tell you how it feels to have an impetus, and having a lousy CAP is by no means any sin, and by no means any measure of my character (it only says I wasn't into studying in year 1). oh god, but what about that amazing person I want to be???? When do I begin being that person?? When do I start being me?? I find myself amazing, at times, but only at times. I do think I am rather selfish and narcissistic possibly, and maybe too anal and judgmental most of the time. I realize this is a jumpy post, as if I am talking to myself, which I did about 2 hrs ago coz i was bored from studying HUman Resource Management, I began talking to myself, and I rather liked talking to myself except I always derail and end up talking about something totally irrelevant. I rather be the listener when talking to other people, this doesn't mean I have nothing to share, I just want to know more about other people than I want them to know about me, but if they wanna know more about me, I guess I will disclose with no inhibitions and that probably will be a little bit scary and awkward coz i just say whatever comes to mind, and don't remind me how i was telling this cute junior about my urine test, i was appalled by myself. anyway, back to mugging.

Fake shit

I abhore hall. All the glamour, fun and bullshit family away from home, is at the end, just bullshit. I want my peace and quite and maybe just one soulmate, i dunnid so many fake shit so-called friends, I'm sorry I am irritated, but yes I dun want the fake shit people who circulate around like flies hovering around shit. it is tiring and it drains the shit out of me, and I fucking don't like it.

a feeling that is neither here nor there

I feel tons of things and nothing at the same time. Life throws me weird things and weird situations. I'm torn between the facade of hall life and reality of real family and real friends and a real life. I don't know, sometimes things are just there within my reach, I know I could grasp it if I just reached out, but I am timid, I am shy, I choose to stay in my shell and wait for it to take me by force and sweep me off my feet. I'm sorry I may appear aloof, cock up, whatever...

anw second command in hall, i cry because i hate departures, and i hate the aftermath of crying. renying not staying already, one less real friend in hall, already missing all the late night runs and suppers with her. :( sad that benedict is gone too. just like how gerald sim is gone and he didn't come back. :(

back to webcasts i guess, only real thing that I have in my hands now are them, homework and knowledge...let the fleeting come to me...and my eyes cannot open anymore...

I swear this is the worst

this is the worst feeling ever, I am slowly giving up my integrity and pride in change for academic marks, and I am afraid that I'd get caught. I feel like just throwing it all away and depend on me myself and code it out using my own knowledge, skills and whatsoever. Been asking myself, whether this is what I really want? and each time I answered yes, so why do I no thrive in it? Because of laziness? too much pride to handle failure? I am all torn up because this really is what i want to do, and now I am afraid of it...I keep telling myself "prize to the person who don't give up", guess I just did when I decided I will rely on someone else's code just to get myself through this assignment. I have no morals, I have no self, I have no face to tell myself that I am proud of who i am. yet, I really find no drive to push myself through this by myself anymore....someone save me....

dance is my escape, i wanna dance till all this, goes away.......

aha

i run away and hide :D
looking forward to hols.
earn money and learn things.
awesome possumzzz

i dont wanna fall into the same situation again

zwy stay strong. don't cry, don't be sad, be focused, and concentrate on fulfilling yourself. mark clear your goals and don't be distracted. if it's meant to be, it will be. go go jiayou!

outlet

one should be grateful to have outlets for emotions. i am grateful i have people who listens to my shit, and tries to clear the shit for me; i am grateful for inanimate objects that will put up with whatever shit i have, even though i seldom go down this route. NO this is not an emo post, i was merely pissed off earlier. guess i should be thankful that at least they brought it upfront, not behind my back, i absolutely hate that and cannot stand it. If only everybody is more frank and more open about their own opinions, i think the world might be a little bit better. imagine voicing out ur disagreements when u really do disagree with something, straightforward like a fucking straightline right, makes things so much simpler for everybody. even if facing strong opposing forces, u try to disagree as strongly, even if in the end you don't get your way, at least the other party knows that u disagree, and with some conscience and understanding, they can do some compromise to accommodate, at least they have the option. if you don't voice out at all, and choose to suffer in silence thinking how self-sacrificing you are, you are messing up all the straightlines, and making it more complicated than it should be, which is dumb. i sometimes feel some people nowadays really take their own promises too lightly, and credit really dun mean a shit anymore. i miss the time when people really honour their words, the best horse cannot chase back a gentleman's promise. seriously the honorable human qualities are disappearing. once again, i am not emo, i am not unhappy, i am just lamenting how warped the world is. not saying that im right all the time, or this time round, but even a bit of "hey i got ur back" kind of thing would have been great, where's our sense of community if we even have one to begin with.

KRDP is awesome

its over...sigh of relief that it went awesome and well and ended nicely with a proposal. omg it's a sight of human emotional uproar...idk how to put it into nicer words, i just kept crying and crying nonstop because its just tear-beckoning. on a personal note, i feel accomplished, i rmb telling myself that i want to be part of DU after watching it last year, and here I performed in KR's first ever dance production and it feels awesome to follow something through from beginning to end. and performing on stage is exhilarating, the adrenaline, the energy, the attention, i want them all over and over again!Next time, I want THE LIMELIGHT!And being part of something so big and wonderful is, and forever, special and inscribed in memory. i will continue dancing, and become an awesome dancer, because dancing makes me feel alive, and everyone should dance, the most beautiful physical emotion. i feel humbled and awesome at the same time. dddddd!

ZWY wth are u doing???

ZWY wth are you doing???
You are not focussed, u are procrastinating, u are everything but the thing that you want to be. Do you think that ur time is neverending? what if today's the last day u have?? what if you don't wake up tmr?? why are u wasting time doing things that don't matter? what do you want out of this life??? u have gone through qlc, and you know what you want, OBVIOUSLY, and yet, what have you done about it?? nothing?? u are a pile of useless living piece of shit. u don't push urself for anything? din u want to make tons of good friends? and what have you? playing emo and aloof in one corner waiting for people to approach you? u completely know how to go out and be yourself, and yet time and time again, u coop urself up in that useless cage and refuse to go out. what the fucking shit are u doing??? i am appalled at you, and i am angry at you. whatever u have now reflects who u are, and what u don't have u want but don't have also reflects who you are. its not about looks, not about money, not about what u wear and what u carry, it's about what you do, what you say, how you do it and how u say it. u have a conscience, and u know that whatever u are doing now, is not good for yourself. please, always be humble and proactive, that is what u should be. always...not just infront of people, always, all the time...zwy, time is not gonna wait for you...u know that and u will do that. and be that awesome person u want to be. stop stopping halfway and not finishing what u started. zwy discipline, discipline. don't make me do this again.

ralala

i exclaim once again that time pass so freaking fast that it pisses me off. its recess week already yo, and DP is in just 2 weeks time, to think the first prac for DP was during culture night period, omg, so long ago!
I joined DU combined item, and hopefully SAD too, shall zam dance perf this sem coz next sem most likely not staying in hall anymore, so just ZAM.
dance every day nxt week, I am excited...amazingly. and I can't wait to appear on stage in my air stewardess costume, :D, midrift ftw.
need to apply internship soon.
need to study more.
what else
my grandmother is flying back soon. I totally havn't spent much time with her this time, and I am guilty of intentionally escaping from her, coz idk, sometimes she could be a little too intense, and too much sadness for me to bear i thought. but i am regretful most of the times, coz who's to say there will be a next time? emo...i want to spend my days at home suddenly...but at least she's coming to watch me perform on stage, i would give my best even if it's just to give her something to remember of me...
i feel the weight of so many things, responsibilities that fall on you, that you take up, that u unwillingly take up, that you want to throw away but cant...yadda yadda and more...I find my escapism in watching movies that once inspired me, that gives me the push to pursue my dream...such will keep me going.
everyone is going through some mindless boggling time now i feel, and such escapism as movies and dance keeps us sane...thank god for these precious times.

woosh

time flies, and its been so long since i last blogged, rocky horror show...seems like so long ago...even Taiwan seemed so long ago. seriously, life is getting on my nerves, can things ever please slow down for a sec, and lemme take it in slowly?? things change, people changed, I changed...I'm glad I've had this blog for so long, I constantly need to check back to regain myself, tell myself who I am...where my bearings are.

I wonder whether it is social pressure or what not, I suddenly feel like I want a boyfriend, like seriously want one coz I want one not because everybody else has one. I guess it's probably time, I grow up so slowly I want to slap myself. But this is genetics, my Mom and Dad are childish people even at their age, I really shouldn't be blamed.

it's hard to take in what people think of me now, some part of me wants to answer to their expectations and be what they expect me to be. I know visually I have improved somewhat and shifted mainstream, but I am still that mix of boyish and girly piece of shit I ever was. looking back, I wonder why did I take the asexual path I took years back, probably coz of rebellion, going the extreme coz parents dun want me to become a vain kid, so I just became a boy. I was suddenly reminded of sec3 pasts, about tyler, and the online friends that I got to know...just bittersweet memories of growing up...my youthful days, I now view with respect...how did I ever dared to do all those things, I have no idea...

...
i am appalled by myself...i signed up for twitter...i have no morals...
twitter turn out to be exactly what i thought it was, an eviler version of facebook, much more...it allowed me to see how bored everybd is and how much attention people need to live on...i am appalled that i broke my abstinance and i am such a loser to succumb to curiosity and equal yearn for attention.

My Sweet Transvestite

Went to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show with Yijun just now. I feel surreal now, like can't remember whether I really did watch it. Probably cause my second best seats were in the second level, the stage was far away. Should totally get first level front seats so can interact with the characters, it was damn funny. Oh well, no complains, it was a good musical, anyway, and I had a great time. The cast really look like nothing down-stage, like normal, and the main tranny was a huge muscular man, just cannot make the link. will watch it again when chance comes. apparently people watch it over and over again, and do things like flashing their torchlights during the song (something about lights), and people throw toilet paper up onto the stage, just that it wasn't like everybody doing it, only a couple, would have been awesome if I could throw something too, but I was too far. great show great show

MIDRIFT

i am going to die of embarrassment because I have to bare my pale fat stomach to the whole world for DP, with fluttering thighs thrown in along. god help me, gimme amazing abs in 2 months, and resilience against attacks of the taiwan.

going to taiwan in counting just 5 days! omg, i am numbed with excitement. I feel like one million things, i feel like a bottle of half-drunk yoghurt smoothie. aha. bet u cant understand that. my intellectual exceeds u beyond longing reach.

back home aft one week of hall, ha, the recharge centre, except for constant drum of pessimistic grandmother talk, i love home. cant imagine if i cant get NOC next yr and not staying in hall no more, my life will be devoted to the singapore transport system. no f u, no.

im sorry this is an aimless post, because my brain is in a hunger spree, from starving myself, no lunch but yoghurt smoothies. fml. well in exchange for the meat sale, i get to keep the sponsored chio white LOJEL luggage. im easily bought i realized.

i look like a retard while dancing

I am obsessed with the dance prac videos, I review them like a hundred million times and I ridicule myself each and everytime. ok, sometimes I smug a little when I did smth when I thought I couldn't do. BUT, largely, most of the time, I look retarded, mother shit, I am pissed with myself. I neeeed to lose weight, wtf, fat shit, I look like double everybody else's size, and I move SLOWWWWW, omg, feel like slapping myself into shape and slapping myself into quick movements. Rarr, pissed with myself.

1/1/2011

ahh how nice, the first day of 2011. I totally don't feel anything different. Fireworks last night was awesome, love fireworks, so visually stunning. I am a visual person btw. and JESS, we survived the test, and onward to TAIWAN!!!

ahh, i am not trying to be racist, but waking to malay tunes at a malay wedding down at the voideck, not necessary the most poetic thing to start off the year, and listening to it the whole day is increasingly annoying. I wonder whether any concern for the community is there when they hold their wedding. Not trying to dampen their spirits or anything, but its just noisy.

anyway, been reading the book Wild Swans by Doctor Jung Chang, made me think alot differently about my parents, and myself, and ultimately my country. I am indeed lucky to be born after the terrifying years of internal struggle, of famine, of Cultural Revolution, of the personality cult of Mao ZeDong. Several times I was brought to tears by the images the book presented, about how far humanity was stretched in times of total obscenity. How Mao had manipulated the people for the worst just to remain in control. I wonder whether he ever regretted his decisions, because being a man in power, his one word could have repercussions so farreaching, even I, not born in his time of power, lived under his influence and had my life lived directly in reaction to him. The fact that I have no siblings is because of him, the fact that I am in a foreign is again because of him, the fact that I look back to a painful past in my country is also very much because of him. Once again, it is ultimately annoying when u can't hate someone completely and indignantly, despite his wrongs, he had his rights that were equally undeniable. It's hard to find an equilibrium for the feelings I have about him.

Not given a choice actually, we all who were born in China have to carry the consequences of choices made before us.