For we must all learn to howl.

Yes, I officially admit that I am SLEEP-DEPRIVED. It's partly my fault, having been sleeping at 12.30 each night and waking at 6am each morning. Somehow, it's different from when I had to drag myself out of bed at 5.30 each morning for school... I seemed to be more hyper then. Ah well, I blame it on not being able to see 'Edward', though it's not a very good excuse since I just saw him at the MJC Open House, which was... 16 days ago. Hmm, it seemed so long ago! =.= I'm starting to realise two all-important ways of keeping awake (or at least to keep myself from falling over while standing). 1] Blast ears with music. Thank you, thank you Linkin Park for starting my days with angst and emo-ness. Whee~ 2] Caffeine=Miracle from God. Or at least it is when I'm fighting to stay conscious on the train. XP Oh, yes, I'm officially going to NYP (NanYang Poly) to study MASS MEDIA MANAGEMENT . The good - It's MassComm. {Yay!} The bad - It's not in NP (NgeeAnn...

So today I took the train to work (I'm starting work today), and this allowed me to observe how the adults, our country's elite working force, act. I was appalled. From the first stop, people had already started pushing their way onto the train, so eager to find a seat. Luckily, I was perfectly content to stand.Isn't it common courtsey, though, to allow others to get off the train first before you get on? Sadly, that wasn't all. A (very obviously) pregnant woman got onto the train, and what shamed me was that no one could be bothered to give their seat up to her. Are these not the people who are well-educated? Are these not the same people who would take pictures of teenagers kissing and post them all over Stomp, with plenty more to complain about? It seems to me that the biggest problem lies with the very ones whom we are expected to look up to. Please don't get me wrong - I'm a teenager myself, and I agree that what some of us do (like couples groping each oth...

I was looking through my phone yesterday, deleting whatever rubbish was inside, when I found this old poem, saved as a draft in my messages: What did I do wrong again? To make you so angry once again? To slam the door, and leave pain in your wake? "Did I make a mistake?" I whisper, looking down at my hands That tremble wildly no matter how I try to control them. Maybe, I did make a mistake. By speaking. By breathing. By... Existing. I know I must be the mistake. I must be. Or you'd never get so angry at me all the time. I'm just an error to be corrected. I don't need to be pitied or loved, do I? Nobody pities a mistake. Nobody loves a mistake. Mistakes are just made to be corrected. As much as a mistake wants to, longs to be loved, Nobody will love one. Mistakes are scum, are they not? And so I am scum. Maybe I can be corrected. Should I be erased? Should I leave? Mistakes aren't wanted by anyone, after all. Maybe... May...

So, the day of reckoning has come... And gone. If anyone's confused, I'm talking about the 'O' LEVEL RESULTS COLLECTION THAT TOOK PLACE ON 10/1/11. Duh. I mean, it should be obvious. What else could I possibly have been talking about the whole year?? {Besides 'Edward', I mean.} Then again, maybe it wasn't as obvious as I thought. Oops. So, the collection of results. 'Edward' had texted me the night before, to wish me good luck and say that he was confident in me {So nice of him!!}, which made me both deliriously happy and more nervous at the same time. I kept wondering, "If my results are bad, won't I be like one of his worst juniors?" O.o Sigh... I really do think too much. On the day itself, I met up with some girlfriends (Alicia, Cheryl, Germaine and Serene) to go for lunch. I kept feeling like it was to be my last lunch before I was to be thrown into a pool of sharks or something. Needless to say, I didn't eat much. And I was sh...

Hi everyone!! I've just been to Taiwan, wheelalas. Lots of shopping done, loads more walking done. My feet have officially gone on an extended vacation in protest against feet cruelty. {Okay random} Anyways, it's great to be back! Man, no matter where I go, home really is still the best. {Besides Hokkaido, that is. Hee!} Whew, Taiwan was cold . Like 13 degrees celsius cold. Which wasn't all too bad, at least until the wind started blowing. Brrr. And when we went to jiufen, which is where the artist behind the illustrations of 'Spirited Away' got his inspiration, now that was cold. All in all, I guess the trip was pretty okay, but His Royal Highness was PMS-ing the entire way, so boo to him. {If anyone is confused over the identity of His Royal Highness, just ask me and I'll tell you.} Well, gotta fly, ciao!