It struck me that I have a dead blog. It's not that I don't have the time to update, but there's other things to do online, like Facebook. Facebook is so horrible, it's really so horrible you know. It gets people so dependent on it I think I'll cringe and shiver and back off to some dark creepy corner during my 4days 3nights camp next week because! Because! There'll be no Facebook!

Speaking of the camp, yep I'll be away for the com service camp which I signed up because I want to join com service in uni because I want to build libraries in Laos. Alright, I aren't even sure if com service in NUS does build libraries in Laos but anyway, I signed up already. ._. The camp's from next Tuesday to next Friday and nope, no one I know is going for the camp because it's a very leng men camp compared to others like FASS or union camps. I half-thought maybe they'll cancel it due to poor attendance rate or something. But no leh, it's still on.

But looking at the list of things to bring, I'm regretting abit because in the list is 2 sets of unwanted clothes (clothes you don't mind throwing away) so I've a hunch we're going to get really dirty or something. I don't mind sand, or sea, or detergent, or flour, but.. I mind mud leh.

Ohwell, maybe since it's com service, they're going to collect clothes to give salvation army or something. :D -fingers crossed-

Anyway anyway, I wanted to blog about the ABT Alumni BBQ which took place yesterday (photos are already up on Facebook, see how horrible Facebook is!) but it's getting very late. I'm awake only because I took a nap from 5.30pm to 9.30pm and I woke up hungry. (Sorry Weilong!) Missed dinner and ate some lame seaweed crackers.

So I guess I'll go back to sleep, and tell you more about the BBQ say tomorrow, otherwise it'll be Friday when I come back again!

Byebye! :D

11:29:00 PM because I say so

"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe." -- Neil Gaiman

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While jumping from one site to another today, I came across this.

The Fallen Princesses











"
These new discoveries lead to my fascination with the origins of Fairy tales. I explored the original brothers Grimm's stories and found that they have very dark and sometimes gruesome aspects, many of which were changed by Disney. I began to imagine Disney's perfect Princesses juxtaposed with real issues that were affecting women around me, such as illness, addiction and self-image issues.
" (Dina Goldstein)

Read more about the Fallen Princesses project here.

All so heartbreaking.

6:27:00 PM because I say so

The horrible tonsillitis is back. It's so horrible I feel like I'm swallowing swords forever. The only you-can't-call-it-good-but-it's-not-so-bad thing is that it's only on one side of the throat and not both, like the last time. Nevertheless, it's cyclohexadine (I keep misspelling it) all over again. And so life sucks, because I bought GU LAO ROU rice this afternoon because I was really hungry, but I couldn't get past the second piece of meat, so I swapped it for a bowl of SUI JIAO TANG, which is just soup and about 8 dumplings. And it felt like forever before I finally finished it.

I'm so miserable. I don't even feel like eating anymore because the pain is Unbearable with a big capital U. :( :(

And I've a hunch I get tonsillitis each time I eat pineapples. The last time I got it, I ate alot of sweet dried pineapples. This time I ate a few pieces of fresh ones (super sweet!) and my throat felt funny after I ate them. Please remind me not to eat pineapples in future because I really hate cyclohexadine (however you spell it!).

I've been falling sick as often as... okay I don't know, it's just very often. And falling sick is annoying ttm because IT'S SO EXPENSIVE. D: D:

And you know what! My birthday wish this year was good health for everybody! Doesn't everybody include me? HUH? HUHHHH?!

Okay zai jian, it's time for the horrible medicine again noooooooooooooooo. D:

8:00:00 PM because I say so

A twice-a-week update---

HELLO.

I have nothing to say.

Bye!

9:42:00 PM because I say so

Hi Sokmui,

after much persuasion from my inner self, I seriously don't want to go on a holiday just to do shopping. Because I'll rather do it in Bugis, or Tampines, and I've bought enough clothes these few days, and shoes, and the bag that I want is in Singapore, which is the Adidas one and I believe after looking at it for a month plus, I'll get it by next week.

My idea of a holiday, is really just sun sand sea beach resort coconut trees. There's really not much to do at Tioman, except scuba-diving (which I can't do because I can't swim), but in any case, you see, my point of a holiday is not to do anything. I just want to get some decent sun and wind and fresh air. And although you can say we can just sun sand sea beach resort in Sentosa, I guess a further island that's not Singapore will be less crowded with nicer sand and nicer sea? I don't know.

My point is, if we're just going KL alone, I'm totally not interested at all. ._. Please go ahead without me. :)

10:20:00 PM because I say so

It's tragic, the way youth is wasted on the young, and wisdom is wasted on the old and dying. In between these phases, there isn't much to speak of, like an insignificant by-passer who may receive a line or two over evening tea, he's quite charming I say, I heard he has a really lovely family...

Funny how some songs remind you of some times, some places, some people. How some days, like today, you get to wish you're younger and older.

9:53:00 AM because I say so

I suspect I'll die of

1. Paper cuts. I get cut by paper as often as meal times. It's an approximate 3 paper cuts a day. And deep or not, they always bleed alot (EH RHYMES!). That's not the point, the point is I don't feel them until I see the blood. Or if the cut is really as deep as Aaron's voice. TEEHEE.

2. Muscle aches. Because I'm a stubborn sorethroat (pathetic alliteration) that likes adding on muscle aches to muscle aches. My stomach's still hurting from the sit-ups, but I like that pain. Alright alright. Nobody dies of muscle aches, I know I KNOW. What makes you think, people die of paper cuts meh? Why never raise your objections earlier?

3. Delusions. I imagine I'm talking to somebody when I'm blogging. Like, are you even listening? Stop playing with your phone and listen to what I've to say won't you? No? Then why should I be talking anymore? Talk to your phone lah!

4. Laughter. Whoever said laughter is the best medicine is an idiot, a loon, a moon, a toon, a fgoon. Nevermind you can't pronounce fgoon, that's not the point! The point is my colleagues at work (duh, then what, colleagues at home?) are so funny I'll die laughing because my abs hurt. Alright then theoretically I'll be dying of muscle aches and not laughter... but well, my point is it hurts to laugh dammit, it hurts to laugh.

5. A total lack of sleep. It's what, 5 minutes to eleven and I'm not already in bed but instead sitting in front of this horrible thing called the computer and typing and blogging about how I suspect I'll die, while hyper-ventilating at the same time? You think that's not severe enough to cause death? You think so? You really think so? Alright then. You win, happy?

And now another minute just passed. What's the world coming to, stop stealing our seconds away from us little black men from Momo, we deserve it since we paid for the buffet (seconds of time, seconds of buffet... get the joke fgoon?)

ALRIGHT. I should try to get some sleep. Did squash make me high, or was it the strawberry ice cream Priscilla? ._. Nevermind. Byebye.

10:45:00 PM because I say so

1.
I've decided to take up driving. It's not a personal decision. I say it's something my dad expects me to do, and I can't bring myself to tell him I don't want to. It's not as simple as telling him I'll suck in driving because he's always thinking I'm always good in everything, always. And, I can't bring myself to tell him I don't want to, when before I say anything he has already finished telling me about how my other siblings don't want/can't pass driving.

So, I guess I'll do my best, and play along.

Bugs/anyone who's taking up/taken driving, please fill me in with the details? Like how do I even start applying for anything? ._. I guess I'll surf their sites later.

2.
I must sms gillian/chunying about playing squash later. gillian has a cute cat.

3.
Okay I just surfed bbdc.com and enrolled and I don't get it, do I have to go down personally within 5 days after I've signed up online, or what?

-makes mental note to sms Bugs/Felix/Spiky tomorrow.

4.
I'm playing squash with Priscilla/Sokmui/Huizhen/Naomi (?) tomorrow! But the courts booked are from 5pm to 7pm and I end work at what, 6pm. D:

5.
I'm using too many /s. //////////

6. Ah-- this helps alot. Training structure. Thanks WL. BUT THIS doesn't help at all. :C

7.
I was intending to stop working by end of June, but my colleagues have been such adorable people I can't really bring myself to leave that place. I'll really miss the fun (and funnies) I had there.

That said, I really want my well-deserved break before school begins. Afterall, I really swore to mug so hard I become root beer when school starts. When it's down to just ONE subject, I should really kill myself if I decide to give up. (shys away from Chem)

But still, aiyah, I don't know, shall see how it goes when it's end of June. Probably one week of July wouldn't hurt, right?

8.
I've got real muscle aches from the sit-ups on Monday. Priscilla are your abs hurting? Mine's pretty bad, it aches whenever I laugh. But I like muscle aches. :D We must reach our 250 goal someday!

9.
Hello Sokmui, I'm at page 240+ of Revolutionary Road and I feel sad because you told me it's a depressing book. I want to continue reading but I don't want to continue reading. I like Frank.

10.
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO GET OUT OF SINGAPORE AND BUILD SOME LIBARIES IN SOME VIETNAM OR THAILAND. Ohmyguanyingma, is this how live-deprived working adults feel all the time.

11.
I just contradicted myself. I don't want to work but I want to work.

12.
We live in an extremely confusing world. It's so confusing Confucious thought he created the world. Taha not funny.

13.
I really want to play badminton. It's a burning appetence, yearning, longing, I'm consumed in the illusion of hitting a shuttle with the racket, like piak. OHKAY, the sounding cheem is not working. But I want to play badminton.

Alright, byebye.

8:57:00 PM because I say so