3 more weeks

I will miss this place so much. The people that I've met in the past 2 years, the friendships that I have made, the interesting experiences I can't have had elsewhere, the lifestyle I've grown to love. I've grown a lot in these two years and learnt so much. I hope that wherever life takes me to next, I will remember the lessons that I learnt in my 2 years here.

I shall miss everyone. :(

Randomness

Frittata, steamed fish, kangaroo kebabs and sing-along youtube while recording our voices.

That was how I spent yesterday with M&M (& I am the 3rd M).

Life is good!!

Michelle says we should sing mad world (I'm guessing because recording 16 random sing-with-youtube songs is kinda mad)

hahaha had fun with you girls, and the fritatta was good! :D

Don't ask a question when you don't want to hear the answer

How stupid can one get?

Why do we always ask questions we don't want to hear the answer to? What is the point asking, do you care about me? What is the point asking things when the answer would cause pain, whatever the answer is? And what is the point of calling?

Why do I still care? Why do I still think? Why do I still have that craving to turn back time? Why do I still feel the need to see that smile?

I miss you.

So pretty!!! I want a set too :) :)

Ahhh... have been borrowing Michelle's nail stamp thingy to paint my nails~~ I wanna buy one too, but they're just so damn expensive :( Gonna paint them again tmr! :D

Humans are weird

Yes, we are weird creatures. We think that we are the puppet master, but you know what? We are all marionettes. We are all puppets on a string. The moment you think you have the upper hand, the next moment you will be solemnly brought back to earth by the realisation that you are living in your own delusional world.

Our relationship with other puppets(people) is horizontal, and how the strings of fate bend is out of our direct control. We think that we can rationalise the "big picture" by making logical sense of what we understand, but our understanding is just a horizontal, linear one-dimensional understanding between puppets. We do not have the capacity to understand the puppet master, and where the strings of fate will lead us, our guess is as good as grappling randomly in the air. Our thoughts are merely speculation, and we will never ever truly know.

Me

It's funny how much I care about people. Is everyone that way? When I care about someone, I feel like I want to make them happy. When I sense that someone is unhappy, I immediately want to alleviate that and bring a smile back to their face. I want to open up my arms and give them a hug and help them feel that everything will be alright. I hate it when people I care about blatantly refuse to let me in. I feel very frustrated when I am unable to make someone feel better when I know if they would just let me, I would be able to. I am not seeking for anything in return. Seeing the person smile again, that is reward enough. So, am I just too nice for my own good?

I'm just protecting myself

When you decided to leave
The one I dearly adore
The words I dared to believe
They don't mean anything anymore

The hurt the pain it cuts deep
I was bleeding, my head spinning
Felt like spending all day in sleep
Was numb till no more feeling

Now you say you miss me
And you want me back
For how long, there's no guarantee
Before you take it all back

I'm not a plastic bag
Reusable, disposable, recyclable
I'm tired, I raise a white flag
Too drained to listen to a new fable

To you, what is love?
Just a word thrown in the wind
I'm gonna rise above
The stupid voice within

That's telling me how much I care
And how much I still want you
I'm not taking this foolish dare
I'm gonna close my eyes and bid you adieu

You broke my heart and broke my trust
All the defences I let down
Put them up again I must
Or else in your hands I will drown

Maybe if you search hard enough and find the lock
To open the door of the heart I'm closing
You might get past this block
But not now, not for the time being

The broken pieces I pick
Of this wounded heart
Slowly back together they'll stick
It'll be my work of art