Oh Boogie
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For the record, I hate it when people hide things from me. Period.
Settling down on the chair, straining myself away from the temptation of rest and comfort, pushing myself to grind through the last tormenting round of revision for tomorows paper. Dreading the fact that the paper is Legal Systems and Methods, I wish I could just slump onto my bed and wander off into the abysses of sleep. Sleep and rest will have to come later.
It's finally the end of the week. It's finally the end of our exams. It's finally the end of my first year in Temasek Polytechnic. I can smell the sweet scent of cash that comes together with holidays.
Now to look forward to my cough eradicating itself before it eradicates my throat and myself.
Someone told me today that it's hard to buy a guy presents. Quite frankly, I think buying presents for the female counterpart's a tougher job with the widest variety of peripherals a girl would love to acquire.
Here's a list of things a person can get a guy, or her guy:
Wallet
Ties
Shirts
Cufflings
Tie-pins
Pens
Belts
Socks
Cologne
Pencil Cases
Jackets
Watch
Truthfully, the list can go on, it's not meant to be exhaustive. Notice what he might need. You'll find that it goes beyond this list. Perhaps if you see him with a earhole, fill that hole up.
What to get a girl, for this I'm very afraid I'm at a lost. At one point of my life, ideas on what to do, or what to get for a girl simply flowed into my head like a gushing river. Now, it's dry season. However I've learned that girls would prefer that you execute a romantic gesture rather than give them something. Of course if you can execute a romantic gesture and complement it with a gift, that's what you should do. For them, I've also realized that the littlest things goes to unexpected lengths.
The rest is up to your imagination.
My first watch in ages. The most expensive thing I've put on my wrist in ages. Possibly one of the greatest things I've received in ages. I'll be wearing it for ages. I'll be loving it for ages.
Thank you for the watch baby. Loving every second of it.
Times passes, people change.
One fine day, I find myself staring at the ceiling of my room from the bed. Suddenly the thought and drive to tidy up my room surges through my head. Coming upon my feet and shuffling the papers that once drove me crazy, sorting textbooks out. Just after 2 hours, my room seemed completely different from what it was.
Time passes, people change.
Today I realize that after explaining so much, I've grown tired of explaining things. There're simply some things that are beyond our control. Without fail, without warning, plans and hopes go awry while the feeling of helplessness and desperation plants its seed into our hearts. Holding my phone in my hand, reading a list of things. Learning from that list that I've become tired of explaning. I'm tired of people jumping to conclusions. I'm tired. I'm tired when people don't practice what they preach. I'm tired when people impose unto others expectations, but subsequently don't put themselves against the same standards. I'm tired.
Time passes, people change.
Whilst I sat between my younger brother and my cousin, Gerad(or Jared, I don't know how to spell his name, sadly). The realization that none of us have anything common topic of interest. One still going through the angst of a teenager, one starting work for 6 months, I myself still undergoing a course to obtain my diploma. It takes a person who's very good at social events such as this, to break the ice. I even overheard my younger cousin mention something about icebreakers. Awkward much?
My nightmares weren't over. Food theme of tonight's dinner-Seafood. Sounds awesome to the rest of you. Things weren't so simple for me. I grew up never liking seafood. Stingray is probably the only other seafood apart from fish I've eaten. Crab, crayfish, lobster, all out of the window. I never liked them. Some things have changed, I rose up to the challenge of eating prawns. I aim to eat crab, and subsequently the rest of the seafood category. It's either that, or my significant other will lose out when it comes to seafood. I have to stomach my way through this.
Barely halfway through the 9 course meal, the arduous meal finally got to me when I simply couldn't eat any more. I was full. There and then, it hit me that I haven't really been able to eat as much as I used to. My capacity to eat was shrinking but my capability to grow horizontally didn't go hand in hand with each other. I am growing fatter, slowly but gradually. The effects of this, is becoming evident! Yet my remedy of running in the mornings, have yet to show the desired results. I weep for myself!
In the car after the gastronomical ordeal, I plugged my earphones in to avoid having to hearing my mother yapping away about how she has been delayed even by 5 minutes. Being an adult seems to be so torturous with this events that occur annually.
But whee, soft landing. "piak"
No matter the distance no matter the time,
no matter the place, no matter the hour.
You know I'll be there.
Somehow some seasons, will give us the reason.
Be it the highs or be it the lows,
the waves will be calm after they slow.
Thus I'll never let go.
With this duration, our time's passage slow.
But our show's not over, hence don't let go.
Wishing your presence, never to waver.
Hoping your presence, to never disappear.
For I am chained down, by your love and your trust.
After bidding her goodluck outside the lecture theatre, I slowly made my way to the library. Climbing the stairs up to the fourth floor, moving towards the corner of "not-so-cold" as deemed by Meenakshi. Realizing no one was there, as though they had left without a word during my absence, I grabbed the chair and wondered what to text Meena. A thought of "HAH! I knew you couldn't stay til the library closes" manifested itself. Before I could sit myself, an epiphany struck me as I realized that she sat herself in the same exact spot. Except, one floor up. Noticing my careless mistake, biting my lips, and heaving a soft sigh at my lack of memory, I trudged silently towards the stairs again.
And this was the second time something of this nature had transpired today. Kind of stupid of me.
Meh.
Then again, Life and Reality are really just horny bitches that wants to fuck just about everything and anything around you.
I foresee myself to be a very mentally drained individual in the future. With the demanding workload that would be placed on our desks in the form of memos. The very thought presents itself with a very intimidating facade, extremely unpleasant. The though refreshes itself with the exams slowly creeping up to me. The amount of work that has to be accomplished by then. Thank goodness for the mindmaps that can aid us during the papers.
The literal flair has begun to fade away as well. "Emo"ness brings out the best in the wordy sense of a person. Or perhaps desperation and despair does the work just as well. Is it just time this literature flow of mine dries up, and await another season to arrive?
Finally.
I twist the knob on my door as I lament the end of my one hour break to catch "The Pupil." Feeling the cool air envelope me as I push open the door, greeted by the hue of my laptop gently lighting up the keyboard and it's palm rest gently, contrasted by the dark gulfs of the room. With it's internal workings buzzing away silently while I was away, I place my phone on the edge of my bed, and slide it towards my pillow while I make my way to my chair across the room without switching on the lights.Settling down on the chair, straining myself away from the temptation of rest and comfort, pushing myself to grind through the last tormenting round of revision for tomorows paper. Dreading the fact that the paper is Legal Systems and Methods, I wish I could just slump onto my bed and wander off into the abysses of sleep. Sleep and rest will have to come later.
It's finally the end of the week. It's finally the end of our exams. It's finally the end of my first year in Temasek Polytechnic. I can smell the sweet scent of cash that comes together with holidays.
Now to look forward to my cough eradicating itself before it eradicates my throat and myself.
Someone told me today that it's hard to buy a guy presents. Quite frankly, I think buying presents for the female counterpart's a tougher job with the widest variety of peripherals a girl would love to acquire.
Here's a list of things a person can get a guy, or her guy:
Wallet
Ties
Shirts
Cufflings
Tie-pins
Pens
Belts
Socks
Cologne
Pencil Cases
Jackets
Watch
Truthfully, the list can go on, it's not meant to be exhaustive. Notice what he might need. You'll find that it goes beyond this list. Perhaps if you see him with a earhole, fill that hole up.
What to get a girl, for this I'm very afraid I'm at a lost. At one point of my life, ideas on what to do, or what to get for a girl simply flowed into my head like a gushing river. Now, it's dry season. However I've learned that girls would prefer that you execute a romantic gesture rather than give them something. Of course if you can execute a romantic gesture and complement it with a gift, that's what you should do. For them, I've also realized that the littlest things goes to unexpected lengths.
The rest is up to your imagination.
My first watch in ages. The most expensive thing I've put on my wrist in ages. Possibly one of the greatest things I've received in ages. I'll be wearing it for ages. I'll be loving it for ages.
Thank you for the watch baby. Loving every second of it.
Times passes, people change.
One fine day, I find myself staring at the ceiling of my room from the bed. Suddenly the thought and drive to tidy up my room surges through my head. Coming upon my feet and shuffling the papers that once drove me crazy, sorting textbooks out. Just after 2 hours, my room seemed completely different from what it was.
Time passes, people change.
Today I realize that after explaining so much, I've grown tired of explaining things. There're simply some things that are beyond our control. Without fail, without warning, plans and hopes go awry while the feeling of helplessness and desperation plants its seed into our hearts. Holding my phone in my hand, reading a list of things. Learning from that list that I've become tired of explaning. I'm tired of people jumping to conclusions. I'm tired. I'm tired when people don't practice what they preach. I'm tired when people impose unto others expectations, but subsequently don't put themselves against the same standards. I'm tired.
Time passes, people change.
Survive the awkwardness
Thus the curtains for today has drawn itself to a close. Dinner with my cousins have never been, well let's just say a pleasant experience. The hidden undercurrents of politics between my mom and aunt, surfaced itself today. With my naggy mother, harping away at how my aunt doesn't leave us alone, if we don't make a move. Going on about how my brother has to make a prayer to a superior being, and it has to be done by midnight. All these coming in only during the conclusion of the extremely awkward dinner.Whilst I sat between my younger brother and my cousin, Gerad(or Jared, I don't know how to spell his name, sadly). The realization that none of us have anything common topic of interest. One still going through the angst of a teenager, one starting work for 6 months, I myself still undergoing a course to obtain my diploma. It takes a person who's very good at social events such as this, to break the ice. I even overheard my younger cousin mention something about icebreakers. Awkward much?
My nightmares weren't over. Food theme of tonight's dinner-Seafood. Sounds awesome to the rest of you. Things weren't so simple for me. I grew up never liking seafood. Stingray is probably the only other seafood apart from fish I've eaten. Crab, crayfish, lobster, all out of the window. I never liked them. Some things have changed, I rose up to the challenge of eating prawns. I aim to eat crab, and subsequently the rest of the seafood category. It's either that, or my significant other will lose out when it comes to seafood. I have to stomach my way through this.
Barely halfway through the 9 course meal, the arduous meal finally got to me when I simply couldn't eat any more. I was full. There and then, it hit me that I haven't really been able to eat as much as I used to. My capacity to eat was shrinking but my capability to grow horizontally didn't go hand in hand with each other. I am growing fatter, slowly but gradually. The effects of this, is becoming evident! Yet my remedy of running in the mornings, have yet to show the desired results. I weep for myself!
In the car after the gastronomical ordeal, I plugged my earphones in to avoid having to hearing my mother yapping away about how she has been delayed even by 5 minutes. Being an adult seems to be so torturous with this events that occur annually.
But whee, soft landing. "piak"
No matter the distance no matter the time,
no matter the place, no matter the hour.
You know I'll be there.
Somehow some seasons, will give us the reason.
Be it the highs or be it the lows,
the waves will be calm after they slow.
Thus I'll never let go.
With this duration, our time's passage slow.
But our show's not over, hence don't let go.
Wishing your presence, never to waver.
Hoping your presence, to never disappear.
For I am chained down, by your love and your trust.
After bidding her goodluck outside the lecture theatre, I slowly made my way to the library. Climbing the stairs up to the fourth floor, moving towards the corner of "not-so-cold" as deemed by Meenakshi. Realizing no one was there, as though they had left without a word during my absence, I grabbed the chair and wondered what to text Meena. A thought of "HAH! I knew you couldn't stay til the library closes" manifested itself. Before I could sit myself, an epiphany struck me as I realized that she sat herself in the same exact spot. Except, one floor up. Noticing my careless mistake, biting my lips, and heaving a soft sigh at my lack of memory, I trudged silently towards the stairs again.
And this was the second time something of this nature had transpired today. Kind of stupid of me.
Meh.
What?
Aim among the stars, and you will land on the moon. When you work towards the stars, and put forth relentless effort with near undying perserverence. The results are always sheer disappointment. When you learn that others put forth effort that is dwarfed by your own, yet land on the same moon, one begins to ponder the reasons behind the hardwork. Same yields from different fields, one can only despise the late, and sympathize with the early bird.Then again, Life and Reality are really just horny bitches that wants to fuck just about everything and anything around you.
Change.
I guess certain things simply change over time. There's no helping. For me, Law has changed me. It's turned me into this, more disciplined, perhaps more aggressive person. Not what I had hoped for, but I can settle for something like this. Then again, it's not like I have a choice.I foresee myself to be a very mentally drained individual in the future. With the demanding workload that would be placed on our desks in the form of memos. The very thought presents itself with a very intimidating facade, extremely unpleasant. The though refreshes itself with the exams slowly creeping up to me. The amount of work that has to be accomplished by then. Thank goodness for the mindmaps that can aid us during the papers.
The literal flair has begun to fade away as well. "Emo"ness brings out the best in the wordy sense of a person. Or perhaps desperation and despair does the work just as well. Is it just time this literature flow of mine dries up, and await another season to arrive?