You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shouted cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are [x7]
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

You're the catalyst.

Since plans to study have gone down the drain 7643129876534 ages ago, I might as well post. Michelle's party's something to look forward to, but depending on whether us c3 girls would have killed each other by the end of tomorrow. so mambo was fantastic, best (clean) fun I've ever had in a long while in a club. Clean as in no crying, no puking, no people falling off their asses all over the place, but not clean as in scandal-free haha. I don't get some people, those who go out to clubs looking for cheap dirty meaningless flings and hookups. and its worse when girls do it (using drunkenness as an excuse). I reckon it must get them a certain feeling of power and control but seriously, I doubt if you'd feel anywhere near fantastic about yourself in the morning. I don't know, is that really their idea of a fun night out? and I'm more sad then anything else watching these girls, and I feel like I want to save them, to let them know that I think they're way better than this, but...who am I to judge and pretend like I'm all without flaw?

anyway, if you haven't heard about me and my running adventures on the treadmill like a hamster/lizard, it just means you're not cool enough. haha.

and introducing, the big bang theory. hoho.

fuck.

P!nk

because we all love a little bit of trashy pop in our lives,
click HERE.

the (psuedo) holidays are here babeh!

Because wasting talent is a crime.

the things we do for our block...
<3 <3 <3

so like i was telling sarah last night, how nice it really is to have someone singing for you secretly when it's supposed to be a public performance and you feel like you're that one special face in the crowd. a little embarrassing but so totally awwwwwww :D


perhaps being strong means recognizing that you are weak.

(because i'm supposed to be really busy this week and because it's fun to keep people guessing, my posts now shall be very insightful one-liners. thank you)

how is it that even after knowing someone for years, I can still feel this certain level of mistrust and animosity like I know you're still trying to mess with my head?

If heaven has a scent, it should smell like Starbucks.

yum.

10 things I hate about you.

here's one to each one of the c3 girls (long wing included!) :

I hate it when you can complete my sentences.
(I hate it when I gotta da pao 101 things from behind all of a sudden!)
I hate it when you invade my space.
I hate it your smile is so contagious.
I hate it that you are so bitchy, it's funny.
I hate it that I will naturally get emo
when you are emo.
I hate it that you can jab me all you want
and I still cannot get mad at you.
I hate it that I still miss you
despite seeing you round the corner everyday.
I hate it when you don't include me in all the aspects of your life,
but I know I'd still be there when you need to talk.
And of course, I hate it that I don't hate anyone of you :)

ok so mushy I can feel the chills.

xoxo

Push/Pull.

So we learnt a lot during breakfast at Breko's (hello kimchi you are missed!). looks like there's still a lot of stuff around in hall that I'm still clueless about. And of course everyone knows that breakfast is the best time to talk about serious stuff. Someone was pointing out that this whole hierarchy issue is just taken too seriously in Eusoff. This senior-freshie barrier is too restrictive, and is causing so much unnecessary bitching. I see the folly, and I'm going to just shut up & not drive but mind my own business.

And I posed this question to everyone. who would you consider a closer friend: one who you hang out with on a daily basis, talk about day-to-day surface stuff. or someone who you'd once in a long while sit down and talk to for like 2days straight about EVERYTHING emotionally-related? xy actually gave me a damn good answer to this despite only having slept 3hrs the night before :) Am I too naive to believe that there's still the kind of friend who you need not say anything to and yet she/he would totally get you.

I'm kind of disappointed in humanity right now because of some stuff I heard. Some people love digging their own grave, others have friends who dig your grave, murder you, push you in and nail you shut. It's a whole new level already, and it makes me wanna hurl.

Everytime you hear of a passing, it makes you realise you've got to live the moment and make each day meaningful. But humans can't live like that, it's just too intense and way too tiring. so we'd push death to the backs of our minds, and live like we'd live forever.

I have been writing my 5 happy things for the past couple days, and i feel pretty much the same still. haha.

Ching Chong China-man.

you know I wanted to talk about drinking excessively in hall, the freshies, lantern festival, stress and everything. then I went for my Film and History lecture and now all i want to tell you guys is to watch Big trouble in Little China. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. IT'S DAMN FUNNY OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i came back from lecture at 6.45 and I havent stopped laughing since. We don't even know what exactly happened in the movie yet its still damn funny. WATCH IT LAH YOU WILL NOT REGRET :D

annd, if you're still damn free, try this. start a diary and write 5 things that you are grateful for everyday. They did this experiment on a group of people and it's supposed to be able to change your life wohoo. you're supposed to become more positive, happier, etc etc you know the drill. see psych teaches us something helpful every once in a while.

sometimes I'm amazed at how I can say the meanest things all of a sudden without sounding it out in my head first. and then how I can go and do things completely out of character. My brain's pretty much been clouded over these past few days. I don't even know how I got this lost. I'm supposed to be more....rational than this.

But I do know that marriage's on the minds of many c3 girls, that my fridge now looks like a vault, that I'm stuck on you like how I'm stuck on this song.

Baby, baby
When we first met
I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a ribbon on it