oh so apparently it's been 5 days since my last post. it doesn't feel that long though.

this is gonna be a short one because i'm feeling tired and lethargic. i hardly get lethargy. i just can't sleep as well as i used to, which is a blessing, mostly.

um, i'm reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery, and i haven't finished the book, but i've already ordered another one from her. she's really good. and French. but mostly good, because being French isn't the point.

and i've been thinking if i should write these posts out on actual paper instead of typing it out because then it feels more authentic. i have to get a really nice journal diary thing though. something rustic and, that Japanese word as Renee calls it.

i had this scary thought that i'm addicted to Diablo 3. which i probably am. so i am going to cut down on thinking about it. and thinking about it in a medicinal, remedial way. i'm not sure how hard it's going to be, but i must wean myself back to a healthy level of enjoyment in Diablo and not excessive addiction.

glad that thought's out.

okay.

a change in blogskin will be due soon.

hmmm well it's the afternoon and i'm going to move out at about 3.45pm for platoon cohesion. i've got something to say about long weekends, especially if you need to go to work in the middle of the last day of the long weekend, which is that the phenomenon tends to leave you unprepared and feeling abit homesick. hmm maybe this doesn't apply to normal 8-5 workdays, but i do feel it when staying in for army. it's because this period is in the middle of the hectic SAF Day preparation. so we need to stay in. wow i played diablo for almost 6 hours from 9 in the morning. looks like i didn't run this whole weekend. well, vegetating. oh yeah i snuck out to meet up with Gabriel, Adeeb and the rest of the v13 class instead of going for Japanese tuition on Saturday, because of Amanda coming back from the UK. i guess i'll kinda regret it but anyhow, it just makes me a stronger learner because i'll be somewhat racked with the guilt of it. i hope. hahahahaha. strange things going on in my head. um i think i should bathe soon. there's a kind of funny tendency to try smelling yourself when you're smelly, right? hahaha maybe it's just me. ah. alright see you peace out going to bathe. and cool, this is my second post, post-blog apocalypse.

oh wow. hello everyone, firstly. blogger has a new look. i haven't updated this blog in like 2 years, so this is kinda bittersweet. my new obsession is Hobbie Stuart, and Florence + the Machine, and Marina and the Diamonds is just becoming mainstream. and Sia has just appeared on "Wild Ones" and "Titanium". okay now that we have a sense of placement, let's start. Hobbie Stuart's "Payphone" video just came out and it's running in the background. it's 17th June 2012, Father's Day. just got back from church and overpriced spending at Cold Storage. well, here is the main body. the main reason why i'm restarting this blog is because i think i have things to say. not to regress back to the emo kid that i was (however emo i was then), but this is seriously more of a reflection. um, the main serious things on my mind right now: i wish the first thing could be getting a boyfriend, but my priorities aren't quite there yet and i'd prefer to not think of myself as that desperate so yeah. i'm probably getting a new computer, although i don't know how to convince dad and mum. i feel like i do need it though, because it's important for someone who spends this much time still in front of the computer to have a good desktop that he can rely on. whether it's superfluous, time will tell. i wanna get my mind up and running and constantly prepared for university entry and studying next year Aug 2013 so i'm starting this blog again. just to type and get a feel of computers and keep my phrasing and wit up. to handle the pressure and the stresses and the potential backstabbing of university life. (hmm sidethought while i'm looking at the new features and taking a glance around, should i make this blog completely private? should i let commenters comment? a new blogskin? so many things to do. and i don't even know if i'm gonna post here again.) oh yeah i should explain why i shifted back to blogger from tumblr. basically, tumblr was a phase, and i now feel that there are not enough words in my life. then it was pictures, because the A levels were a bitch and had too many words in it. too many words that just didn't cut it and didn't properly express what they were thinking of. um okay where were we. oh yeah my concerns at this moment, the 17th of June, about 3 months after my 20th birthday and about 6 months to ORD. btw, i'm starting to give tuition classes in August of this year to keep my brain up and running. Daniel, Joel and Luke. all from the Istana platoon. okay well maybe Luke not so much because of you know. well you probably don't know since this is my first post in a long time. oh yeah i did up my resume yesterday. i based it on Simin's resume. it's coming along fine, thank you. well i was never any good with parting words. so i'm just gonna leave it here and hope that i come back to type more and say more and phrase more. and get back to where i was, or better, now with slightly more emotional experience. NEW AND IMPROVED!

hello my lovely fuckers.

=)

i'm ready to show you my new blog.

p.s. i got abit overexcited and just started posting and reblogging and experimenting. feel free to drop me questions on tumblr. =)

he will ease, he will ease, he will ease, he will ease
he will ease my mind.
fill my heart, fill my heart, fill my heart, fill my heart
fill my heart with blood.
he will carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me.
he was a fortune teller, he was a fortune teller.

"Chico" - The Concretes

fucking fucking fucking fucking history.

it makes me sick and mad to think that the things that i studied so hard for didn't appear in the exam. makes me sick to my stomach.

oh god, please let the exams be over soon, i wasn't made for this.

"children suffering in hunger, poverty-stricken entire villages and peoples, desert land struggling to survive, the fishermen netting less and less catch, people dying in the street and freezing every night in the cold with long grey lines stretching as far as the eye can see and the soul can take."

"broken families with children, weatherworn working class drudgery."

the 1990s?

the moment I let go of it
was the moment I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

how bout no longer being masochistic
how bout remembering your divinity
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how bout not equating death with stopping

- Alanis Morissette, "Thank U"

or life?

once you stay at home for too long, you tend to notice how often you drink water. like seriously, i get so conscious of it, don't know about you.

it's been too long since i've heard such Arcade Fire lyrics that touch my heart and soul in that same powerful hopeful-hopeless way, their grandiose style reflected in their lyrics that speak to everyone and no one at the same time. dancing in some old-fashioned ballroom where time stood still but dust still settles, in their old-fashioned clothing using faded instruments.

anyway the reason for poetic structures is because the poets get so tired of free verse that they need a challenge. less so because of the meaning that the structure conveys, i think. more of the challenge.

coming back,

don't you think of this?

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

youtube is the best thing ever invented. hyperbolic, of course.

prepare for sublime guitar-jangling and a different kind of trip.


The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends


The Drums - Down By The Water


Bat For Lashes - Prescilla
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it's a friday night.

the night has this friday vibe, i feel it in my soul, my mind's not even thinking of studying. perhaps a slight nagging feeling, but very little nevertheless. =)

well. i just wish it were over, so we can get on with our lives. my current craze.

i've got no motivation to study.

oh gosh. even ice cream doesn't taste good anymore.

i don't care if you agree or disagree with me.

i just want to find a way for myself to get off my lazy ass once again and start studying.

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just had to post this picture, it's too good.

gosh i cried so hard.

okay, i just had to, okay??

THIS IS YOUR BAPTISM!!!!

Crystal Castles - Baptism

i don't want to grow up and live the most part of my life alienated and lonely and feeling soulless and confused.

i want something firm in my life that i can hold on to in spite of everything.

and above all, i want meaning and purpose and love.

Ragtime

Nathaniel Sr.: You aren't even grateful, are you?

David: Grateful? For the worst fucking experience of my life?

Nathaniel Sr.: You hang onto your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well, let me tell 'ya, it's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possibilities, and all he can do is whine.

David: Well, what am I supposed to do?

Nathaniel Sr.: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard, you're alive! What's a little pain compared to that?

David: It can't be that simple.

Nathaniel Sr.: [putting his arm around David and pulling him closer] What if it is?

as you might have noticed, i've changed my blog title. =D

i thought i just needed something positive to get me higher.

anyway, i'm posting something i never thought i'd post before - fashion!

and i'm listening to ABBA.

enjoy the spring collections, they're really awesome and like i never thought clothes could be so artistic.

copyright of The Sartorialist.

happy days. ugh headache.

=)

It makes me so tired
I feel so uninspired
My head is battling with my heart
My logic has been torn apart

what the fuck.

yes.

no.

in memory of gregory lemarchal.

nous avons tout ce que vous manquez, repose en paix. Je vous remercie pour votre cadeau de la chanson.