If you're Singaporean, you'll understand every word. And laugh.

1.42am

Out of sight,
out of mind.
Like desperate cries
tangled in the treetops,
curling around, grasping hold,
grazed by thorns.

I suppose I'm always waiting for something to happen,
or something to leave.
Change happens all the time,
but if the same story plays out for everyone,
why should I imagine mine to be any different?

Perhaps sometimes,
the nightmare is real.

If a girl were named Esoteric,
what a beautiful name that could be.
Fitting enough to reflect her entirety,
understood by only a few and abandoned
by many.

I suppose this is a little dim
and morbid for a late hour like this.
It's 1.42 and I'm writing gibberish.

Do you write to express how you feel,
or because you can't?

Because you don't know how.

A lump in your throat,
a mild hysteria bubbling up to your mouth,
these preconceived phrases to incite how we're
supposed to feel.

Terms of relativity.

Which came first?

If I screamed and no one heard,
would you join in,
or tuck me away?

Or maybe it was a metaphorical scream
to let loose said hysteria bubbles.

I should not be allowed to think this late at night,
nor write.

I'm not a poet not a writer,
neither a lyricist too,
and what I write neither describes how I feel,
or shares it with the world,
because it is merely esoteric.

But there's that feeling,
that preconceived phrase,
If I don't let it out,
...if I keep it in,
I will most likely, implode on myself one day.
And that's a mess I would not like to deal with.

For a minute there, I lost myself.

2nd day of 2nd year in MCM.

Dead tired.

I never knew there were so many fun things in life.

Lol, so pathetic. Ok, so out of my 9 week holiday only this last week has been productive. Guess this is what happens when you hang with a new crowd. I played LAN for the first time: L4D. I rented a movie for the first time: In Bruges and Midnight Meat Train. I walked around Orchard at 11.30pm. I played Rock Band for the first time. I played Guitar Hero for the first time. I sang in front of more than 5 people and not for some school concert. I sang along to the radio obnoxiously loud in a friend's car. 

Haha thrilling.

This week has shown me that I need to stop being a hermit and hang out with people more. 

j

Nautilus

fun day but too many zombies haha,

j

Sábado, 11 Abril

I am growing fat. All I do is bake and eat and sleep. ):

Honey Butter Cake w/ Strawberries.

faaaaaaaaaaaaaat. ):