Gone... At last?

My family are finally out of my life.

And I don't know what to make of it. Should I be jumping in joy? Pumping my fists, showing people my freedom pose? Or should I be drowning in my sorrow, that there will be no more laundy-free days from tomorrow...?

Mixed feelings.

Yep, but like always, it'll take some time before the real emotions start sinking in and then hitting me right in the face one day. Before you know it, my pillow will be wet with tears. Oh boo hoo hoo Nick Oh. Boo hoo hoo.

Tons of people turned up! With half of the group belonging to my sister and her friends with HALF of that group made up of guys. Wow. My siSTAR sure is popular. Oh, wish I could upload the video I went around taking at the airport. It was pretty drama rama. Few of my Aunts were shedding tears and trying to dodge the camera. Cousin Si Jia was the only one working her tear ducts hard there. Aww, Joy meant something special to you! Lol.

When it was time to go, my family went around hugging everyone else, and so did I. (Why did I have to hug people? Good question. Well it was a good chance to collect some free hugs. So why not huh?) Again Aunts started crying and stuff. Especially my mum and siSTAR. Oh I did give my mum a hug before she left though. I'll upload some pics when I get it all organised. I gave my dad a manly handshake and felt kind of sad that I didn't get the chance to hug my sister. Oh well...


Well they're off. They're off! What can I do. I'm sure I can hold my own without them around! I should anyways.

Alrights, I'm off to battle bugs, beetles, flies, lizards, roaches and even more beetles in my new home.


ONWARDS!

Emergency Emergency!!

1000:

Chalet's all over. Everyone's packing up all their things and preparing to go home. Mr Guinea Pig's in his cage and put into a big plastic big (which was a terrible mistake) with his accessories.

1058:

Arrived at Ang Mo Kio and parked at a nearby hawker centre to have lunch and we made sure to park under a shade. Too bad Mr Pig had to stay in the car. It would be nice to carry him around though.

1135:

Done with brunch, we drove Grandparents back to their home and started unloading everything up. Again Mr Pig had to stay on the shelf just right behind the back seat of the car, but we turned the air conditioning on for it so it wouldn't be too hot.

1215:

Finished unpacking everything for grandparents and began the journey home. Mr Pig's quiet, must be enjoying his air con. Arrived at around 1227 and unloaded all our baggage. Mr Pig gets to go up first! When I grabbed the big plastic bag he was in to get him out of the car, I realised something was wrong. There was actually moisture on the plastic bag


.

OMG


Quickly took him out of the plastic bag only to see him lying limp on his sides. Rushed upstairs to quickly get him into a cooler area. I believe he had a heat stroke! HEAT STROKE! Took us around 15mins before we realised we should have given him a cold bath so as to lower his temperature quicker. Then another 10 mins to send him to the vet when we weren't sure if the treatment was working or not.

OH - AM - GEE!!!

So hopefully we weren't too late. Parents just sent pig to the Vet. So now he's hospitalised at 20 bucks a night. LOL. That's... Funny. Heard that the vet even asked my parents if they wanted to visit him another time. Well, hopefully he'll pull through. Never spent that much for a pet before.


See Mr Guinea Pig! WE WUV YOU SO MUCH!
Muacks muackx (Okayyy... I don't usually do that, but heck, it's cute right? RIGHT?)
XOXOXOXOX

So!

• I flunked my A levels.
• Did nothing for several months.
• Nothing meaningful whatsoever.
• Only made my parents annoyed at my sloppy behaviour.

Where does THAT leave me? In the pits of hell where I'm sure some of us believes that I should be slowly broiled in a cesspool, then taken out and dried, afterwards marinated in cum (yes cum!), thrown into a room full of horny girls (ooo I like where this is going) and soon after, join the 2girls1boy1cup video and purposely leak it out to the public. Which in the end I will face public humiliation and shall not face the rest of humanity forever and will be only find solace amongst my homosexual buddies.

NO - I am not a bisexual.
NO - I would not like to make a 2girls1boy1cup video.
YES - I am a nobody and should start making plans to be a somebody.

Thus, my dad and I (well my dad pushed for it) have decided to sign me up for a diploma course so I would not WASTE any more of my life to the evils of being a nobody.

Diploma in Mass Communications.

Ha! Yes that is what I wish to do after much consideration, BECAUSE, in the not so distant future, (imagine me standing up straight, eyes to the horizon, ready to take on the world!) I wish to be a writer! Write for a noble cause. Write about violence, abuse, sex, drugs, money, sorry correct that: Dirty money. LOL. OK not really. I really really want to work for an entertainment magazine like PLAYWORKS! How noble!

Anyway, the unfortunate thing was, I had only 4 A level credit, if I had 6, I would be able to skip a few basics modules like economics and maths. (How horrible!!) Well doesn't matter, when my family's in France, I will do my best to make them proud. This 2 years will be the period where I will finally become a MAN.

A MAN. An independent one! I know it'll be difficult, with my family not around and all the temptations out there. But I WILL SURVIVE.

Oh no, not I!
I will survive
as long as I know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I WILL SURVIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Yes people! As long as you know how to LLURRRVEEEE, you will, YOU WILL, (say it with me now!) YOU WILL SURVIVE.






Oh! Did I mention, they have have hot hot girls there.

What I Think

I've been trying to keep this inside of me for a long time. Tried to talk to a few people about it but still can't get it off my chest.

So we've got a pretty strong relationship going on, (well not so much now in my opinion) and we trust each other to keep one another updated in the going ons in our lives. That was pretty easy to do, until I realised there was a chink in our relationship after getting into tertiary education. So yes, you could say we were drifting apart. I was trying to salvage it but it had not much effect. Guess my friend managed to get more from fishing in the pool of friends than I did.

Anyway when something significant happened in my life, I did not immediately confide in this friend. It was not to say I was trying to keep it from him but rather I was finding the correct time to let him know. Somehow or rather, he was informed of what has happened through someone ELSE who was clearly the last person he would expect to hear it from. Thus, -cue the disappointment, the sadness, the annoyance.-

BUT F___ING HELL. THINK I GIVE A DAMN? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Okay, guess that was unexpected explosion of emotions coming from me. But I have something I want to rant about! When a particular "thing" I think I should have the right (cause we were close, we were like knitted together, that's why I believe I'm entitled to this RIGHT.) to know about every single thing about it, happened, I could not get a SINGLE SH*T out of this person!

Double U - TEEEE - EFFFF (it spells wtf if you still can't register it into your puny brain.)

So how can you say you were disappointed/annoyed/sad/depressed/suicidal/manic/ready-to-jump-into-a-pit-of-lava-with-a-gazillion-litres-of-poo-dumped-inside because you got it from someone else but me.





So yea, how can you...

Powerful Books

So! I know I haven't updated in a long time and have probably lost a few readers but I'm back with things to write! Actually I had a lot to write about, most of it army experience, but due to the fact that we are prohibited from publicising anything about the army, I had nothing to blog about for the past few weeks.

However, here I am today, actually sitting down in front of my computer to attempt injecting life into my blog! Mind you though, this post and the few upcoming ones aren't really exciting or have anything directly related to me.

Since I'm in a "terribly" welfare company in army I have tons of free time in camp to do NOTHING. Fortunately my section mate Ronald lent me this book, "Flowers of Algernon" which is reaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllyyyyyyy good. I like how the author puts down his ideas and thoughts. I was really in awe! So here are a few quotes and passages from the book which I really liked. Enjoy!

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Flowers for Algernon - Daniel Keyes

Passage of the day.

Why haven't I ever noticed how beautiful Alice Kinnian is? She has pigeon-soft brown hair down to the hollow of her neck. When she smiles, her full lips looks as if she's pouting.

We went to a movie and then to a dinner. I didn't see much of the first picture because I was too conscious of her sitting next to me. Twice her bare arm touched mine on the armrest, and both times the fear that she would become annoyed made me pull bacl. All I could think about was her soft skin just inches away. Then I saw, two rows ahead of us, a young man with his arm around his girl, and I wanted to put my arm around Miss Kinnian.

Terrifying. But if I did it slowly... First resting my arm on the back of her seat... moving up... inch by inch... to rest near her shoulders and the back of her neck... Casually.

I didn't dare.

The best I could do was rest my elbow on the back of her seat, but by the time I got there I had to shift my position to wipe the pespiration off my face and neck.

Once, her leg accidentaly brushed against mine.

It became such an ordeal-so painful- that I forced myself to take my mind off her.

This passage just... Got me. Somehow. Lol and this was how I felt when I just got to know Cass. So lovely!