Watermelon Queen

Hello.

I wanted to adopt a whole new look towards life - where silence is golden. And accept the cruel fact that I've actually somehow transformed into a woman of few words - in fact, I do look like one with few words, in the above picture, right? Nevermind, on the other hand, I couldn't help but think what if life decides to play a joke on me and cause me to lose my memory through a car accident, or a failed suicide attempt via an accidental caffeine overdose, or while removing my wisdom tooth, I had too much LA and henceforth lose the ability to wake up.

And in the above paragraph, if you managed to read through, I was just trying to let you know about the fragility of life. Let's just see this blog as an insurance investment for my future self.

Okay, I kid. In all seriousness (how serious can someone, who wears a dinosaur pullover, get, right?), I decided to not be the 16 years old me, who would type rubbish on the internet, post them and then remove them because of regret. Pfft. I'm too old for regrets now, baby. I'm freaking 22 and will be 23 in about 11 months time. And I honestly did not expect myself to live this long. I remember, at the ripe young age of 14, I told Mathew that I didn't wanted to live past 18. He sniggered. Well, I guess he was right. Meh. Speaking of which, time flies. I met Samuel after 5(?) years, since he left for the states, together with a group of people I thought I'd never get to see again, and I'm so glad I met him, and them. :)

And then, I met the Missuseseses of my life. Yes. It's two of them - meaning if anything happens to me, I actually have two extra lives, like a Mario game. They'll save me from almost any disaster - something I really believe in, even though Soyah broke her arm the next day after meeting Jannie and me, I still believe in her. I do.

They will poke you.

That aside, I just wanted to commemorate the end of something. Something physical and emotional - which definitely has to be 'SCHOOL.' During year one, I actually looked forward to going to school every single day, what a geek. But now, just let the week go by a tad faster please, my brains are about to explode.

The thing about being in a design institution, is that people really don't understand how does the system work, or how are our minds wired - which is a really sad thing, I'd say. I don't really know how to describe this shit, but as you can see, I've evolved to an even weird-er person ever since I started school. I mean, I was weird before, but now, I'm like this apathetic-paranoid-psycho kid in a quasi-self-destructive-with-a-fluctuating-amount-of-angst of emotional environment that even yours truly can't even comprehend.

I know right.

Maybe I could just break it down simply for myself. Amidst this psychotic environment that I'm exposed on a daily basis where morality, virtues, creativity are like the perpetual test questions, I'm still thankful for these bunch of people that I went through with. :')

To think I wanted to walk the Earth alone. Wtf was I thinking of myself anyway, a dinosaur!?

Most of them gave me the strength to drag my a ONE-TONNE (WANTON GEDDIT GEDDIT?! keke) heavy legs to school. And then Huiyu, Tiffany and Cheryl (with Kristie, Sawze, and Joelwithhismultipledopplegangers) will just crack me up because, I don't know. We're damn lame. You should check out our conversations. Our conversations are like, random yet precise, functional yet surreal, bitchy(because we're always offering to buy headphones) yet logical. Because of them, I became one of those people who laugh before even telling a joke - the joke probably came from them.

I'm so glad to be including these people above and more in my semester break. No, I wasn't drunk. But was just really happy that my friends' girlfriends became my friends too :) So glad that my awesome friends have awesome girlfriends! Look at me, I'm actually worried for them!

And this time round, I really don't know how long will I disappear for, again. I'll probably pop by for photologging of events, shorts - things that you might never understand and suspect that it might be you that I'm referring to. I assure you that that's not the case. But if you insist, I can't really do anything much about it. If it is disturbing your sleep and ruining your equilibrium in life, you could drop me a text (or whatsapp, if you're feeling adventurous). Or maybe I'll be back soon again, because writing aimlessly has always been a hobby of mine, and I'm pretty proud to say that I started this post with nothing in my head. I should start a monologue diaries inspired by The Vagina Monologues.

So here's a latest picture of my face, lest you forget that I really like taking pictures with myself covering my face. I got too many things to sort out at hand, and my face is really the last thing I want to worry about - not like I could do much with it anyway. Or alternatively, if you see me around, say hello!