Mumbai, I hear you cry

I think no other expression can express my feeling better than “What the hell?????”.

My heart aches for you, Mumbai. Especially your people who are hurt, saddened, and brought down. This is just too familiar to me. Some unknown people just came, hurting everybody, with unknown reasons.

They might think they’re doing something great. They might think they’re contributing to something big.

Big stream of pain, I see. Big cloud of terror that just hurt everybody.

I cry for you, Mumbai.

I pray for your peace. I pray for safety, and mercy.

I know you can see brighter days again…

Dear Mum and Dad

Papa, Mama,

I grew up.

But it hurts. So much.

I want to go back to the earlier years.

I want you to buy me tons of books.

I want you to clap for me when I’m playing the piano, even so horribly.

That was ten years ago, maybe even more, but still.

I want you to cut me fruits and make me tea for my snack while I’m studying.

I want you to give me books while I’m eating on the dining table.

I, strangely, want you to ask about my boyfriend. I love him so dearly, I can’t wait for you to be excited about him.

I want you to let me stay in this status quo, where you guys are still alive, cracking jokes about me and my friends, talking about conspiracy theories and recent happenings.

How long will it last?

One Curious Day

It’s one curious day when suddenly I feel that there’s nothing to do.

I just finished studying for tomorrow’s COMM201 (Foundations in Communication Research – compulsory for Corporate Communication majors). Oh hell. It helps when you only have 3 exams and the exams are open book and don’t have too many materials. Awesome.

So hi. I’m alive and kicking. I survived a gruesome around 3 days long diarrhoea. Yes, just before exams. And to think that I was the one thinking “Ah only 3 exams. I’ll just pay my sleep debt and have fun before dirtying myself with school stuff. And Ha ha ha. The body was up for revenge! Last Wednesday night I felt something awful going on inside the tummeh and before I knew it, the toilet seat became my throne. And even when the going-back-and-forth-to-toilet-to-deposit-liquid-stools phase has finished, the pain stayed. So I had to distract myself from the pain by trying to study hard. Or rather the opposite happened.

Saturday will be the last exam, and I’m free.

But I’ve started to feel free now. I told you open book exams help.

Wish you all a nice day.

I don’t believe in fairytales

Girls, and boys, grow up with fairytales. We were filled with positive thoughts, dreams, and hopes.

And then reality hit us when we’re growing up. Things are never easy. Things are not beautiful. After tears and letdowns, sometimes there’s still no happy ending. After crying because the evil stepmom never allowed us to go to the party, there’s still no fairy godmother coming and helping to meet the prince. There’s never a perfect thing in the world.

But sometimes we hold so dear to the thoughts that there really is a perfect thing. Perfect relationship. Perfect friendship. Perfect life. Perfect luck.

When do hopes become false hopes? When do dreams become unrealistic dreams? When do you draw the line?

I guess no one knows the exact answer, but I believe that people should, at some point of time, stop for a while and look at the big picture.

Somehow, I think, part of growing up is really knowing that fairytales don’t exist. Knowing that hopes and dreams, no matter how beautiful, can be impossible sometimes. Preparing for the worst. Getting ready for the unimaginable.

I’m not saying that I’ve stopped dreaming though. I think what still keeps me going is my own dream of seeing better days.

But I’ve stopped believing in fairytales. I’ve stopped hoping that everything is going to be fine, everything is going to be more or less perfect.

Things don’t happen that way and I’m glad that I know it early.

And at the same time I’m also sad. Innocence has lost. Please welcome, the bitter and cold me.

Fairytales, go to hell.

The end of classes

Classes have ended. Projects have ended. I just handed in the beautiful 30-page report today, and that would be my last submission of the term.

As always, as the cliche saying goes, time flies.

And as always, I always review a term.

This term has not been my most tiring term ever. I guess the time has passed. I sure did lack of sleep sometimes, but not much. Overall this term has been quite enjoyable.

Exams are coming soon, and I wish my friends good luck. Some of them have 5 exams, which is like, super killer. Jia you!!

Here’s a song to cheer people up! Have a nice day everyone!

Haha yea I love Mamma Mia!

I miss you more than you can imagine

I miss you more than you can imagine

When I’m lying alone on my bed in my pitch dark room, looking at the tiny indicator light of the aircon, knowing that you’re not on the other bed, singing or talking nonsense about your day.

I miss you more than you can imagine

When I wake up for school and knowing that there won’t be breakfast waiting for me. And when I have to buy something from the foodcourt and not waiting for dinner cooked by you.

I miss you more than you can imagine

When I have to go to school by bus. The closest I can get is to take taxi, which is very expensive. And the taxi drivers don’t crack jokes like you. And they don’t talk about mind provoking stuff like you.

I miss you more than you can imagine

When I see some random bimbo and wondering whether you will grow up to be like them. (Seriously, hopefully not)

I miss you more than you can imagine

When I see some talentless actors and thinking that you can just screw your school and bad influence friends and train to become like them.

I know I seldom call home or talk to you all. Let me tell you, sometimes it’s best to do that so that my mind won’t be clouded with my longing feeling to meet you all.

But really.

I miss you more than you can imagine.

To people whose friends just got attached

First of all, especially if you haven’t got attached before, please know that juggling boyfriend/girlfriend and friends AND a plethora of other stuff is tiring and impossible. There’s a reason why the term “supermom” (who juggles husband, children, work, and everything else) was invented, you know.

Second of all, please know that we still want to hang out with you guys, just that sometimes our boyfriend/girlfriend made appointment with us. First come first served, ok? And also to mention that sometimes you just assume we’re busy with our boyfriend/girlfriend so you just exclude us because you think we’ll be busy anyway. No, we didn’t say no when you invited us. You didn’t even invite us, remember?

Third of all, we don’t live for you. Well yes we were ALWAYS together when we and you were still single, but hello. Doesn’t mean we dedicate our lives for you. This goes in line with #1 and #2. We’re just too busy and stressed juggling all, and sorry we can’t make it for an appointment with you because the boyfriend/girlfriend made it first. Yes, we want to make time for you but no, it can’t be fulfilled everytime.

All in all,

Friends support friends. Friends get happy when friends are happy. Friends understand friends. Friends don’t force selfish desire. Friends don’t assume. Friends don’t look with one eye. 

And friends will be friends even though they don’t see each other that often anymore.

I think that’s the way it should be.

24th of May – The Opera in a Forest

I know it’s been so long! Nevertheless here’s my entry!

24th of May, the last day of our competition

It was the folk music category.. Songs that we sang:

• Sohran Bushi (Japanese)
• Xiao Huang Li Niao/小黄鹂鸟 (Mongolian folk song, sung in Mandarin)
• Mamayog Akun (Philippines)
• Dayung Sampan (Singapore, with melody adapted from a Chinese song)
• Now I Walk in Beauty (Navajo traditional prayer, sung in English)

Pieroghi (dumplings)

Yummmmmmmmmmm

pieroghi!

Okay if you’re wondering.. I did eat two portions of pieroghi!

me and honey vodka

Hehe.. The first “gloomy” photo is my favourite photo of the lot! He even used it for his profile picture once

 

Mwahahahaha. Please don’t kill me, please. It’s just a joke