I believed too much, and I fell over and got myself hurt.

I used to wonder why a tree had to be called a tree, and a flower – a flower. What if I were to raise a child and teach him/her to call a tree a flower, and a flower a tree, to call blue red and red, blue, to call an apple an orange, and an orange, an apple. I wonder whether the green colour that I see is the same green that you see. I wonder if perhaps I see the green you see in pink instead. Am I making any sense?

When I was younger, I could be doing anything, something as mindless and as mindful as sitting on a chair, believing that someone, somewhere else in the world, could be doing the exact same thing I was doing. If I knocked my head against a cupboard, I’d think someone, somewhere else in the world probably knocked their head against a cupboard the same moment I did.

Sometimes, when I repeat the name of an object while looking at it over and over and over again, the word becomes meaningless and my mind would go into a tumble. I remember staring at a door knob once (yes, of all things, a door knob!), and repeating the word ‘knob’ again and again until the physical door knob and the word itself stopped connecting; until ‘knob’ suddenly became foreign-sounding. Have any of you experienced that before?

I guess in a way, our lives can be anything we make it out to be. We can call something whatever we want, it’s just whether the people we are communicating with can understand the message we are trying to convey. Sometimes, living in a world of opposites feels like fun, like how we used to play ‘Opposite Day’ when I was in primary school and ‘yes’ meant ‘no’, and ‘no’ meant ‘yes’ – BUT only when we felt like applying it. Lol. I think I am kinda wierd. Doesn't it quite tickle you?

Dratzxzxzx.

& Dratzxzxzxzxz. (for th rest of th post)

I hate chinese oral. I can't speak cheena language for nuts, oh peanuts. Anyhow, wasn't rly interested in my chinese oral. Well, th highlight of th entire oral session was entertainment brought to us by Kellie. Haha, when there's Kellie, no doubt we are entertained! (forsure!)

Haha. Kell was singing and so was Jackie and Jervais! Honestly, I felt as if i was taking part in Singapore Idol auditions. Haha!
Oh wells, thank god I made it through oral without blacking out. However, i fumbled on my words though.... and that clearly means NO DISTINCTION. wtf.
Krap, school's a big fat meanie. Guess what? I'll be down with 'Focus' lessons everyday till 6 in th evening. Like what? five days in a week? Hah. How sweet, all for th love of th big O's.

Guess I am hanging on? Or prolly plan an escape out of this study 'craze'! I'll board a jet plane first thing tomorrow morning and.....
ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMzxzxzxzxzxzx.

Sayo-nara peepo.
I hate Singapore.

I've been sitting infront of my laptop for almost four hours. Browsing through all th old photos of Cookie and Me. Haha. And I stumbled upon this Family photo in my folders. Well, that's me and Cookie's family at Cookie's POP in.... March?
Haha, my apologies. Oh wells, I can't wait till O's are over, like seriously. It is so so so darn dreadful. To be honest, I've got my ''things-to-do'' list all prep-ed up already. Well, most of th activities planned involves bonding time with Cookie and his family. Haha! Hari Raya, groceries shopping and of course, SHOPPING FOR BAJU KURUNG @ geylang serai. (WHEE!) I am feeling ecstatic at th thought of it!

Well, life is indeed meeaningful and all happy when you have found th RIGHT ONE. I mean honestly, who is as settled down as we are? Nopes, I bet there are hardly any couples out there who are planning for th future with maturity. Sigh, I advised you start finding th Right One and get real with life.

Oh... I miss Cookie so much although we just met a couple of nights ago. Haha.
However, we've been web-caming alot, practically many nights! Geeezxzxzx, we just can't seem to get enough of each other. Haha! As for th coming MONDAYS, it will definitely be HAPPY MONDAYS because Cookie has his off-days and that means he is picking me up from school! Wheeee. I love my Cookie, so darn much. Alrighto, I know you peepo are just sick of how sweet and loving we are.



Till here,
love- J

Time is lost on me. It always has been. To me, the most sensible thing about time is that the clock is a perfect circle. I keep coming back here; back to this place, but on a different day and with a different set of eyes. I read an old journal this morning. Nearly by accident, but not exactly. It had been lying there in my closet waiting for a home after a recent unpacking. Before I retired it to the drawer where I retire things, I gave it one last look. A page from another life. Same person, different day, different set of eyes, lighter pressure on the pen. A page full of certainty and also full of questions. It’s always strange to read the things you’ve hoped for in the past because by now those hopes may be spoken for or gone, transformed or altogether forgotten. Like time, hope can be so senseless. It can carry us up mountains or lie us in the quicksand. But like time, hope is unstoppable, inevitable, and blind. Sometimes we travel fast, hurdling towards the unknown, sometimes the unknown comes hurdling towards us while we watch time standing still.'




I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.

Goodnight, love.