yet another hypothetical situation

2 more days... :(

shall not emo, just had an awesome night with mel, kendrick, cherm, kaii, grace, debs and bill :D
when the photos are up on melody's fb, i shall steal them then write it properly with photos! :D

hypothetical situation:
(i was half awake, half asleep last night and i half dreamt that someone made me drink a bowl of soup that tasted of memories. don't ask how. and i entered a room and the following senario was presented to me)

you are presented with 2 choices:
[with the following givens: 1. THE ONE for you exists. he/she is THE ONE that is your true soulmate. 2. you have to choose a senario. there is no 'i want to continue with my normal life now'. take it that you have drunk the same soup my dream self has drunk.]

- you will be become very attractive. like 80% of girls/guys will see you and stare and go 'omg, there's my dream girl/guy. HOWEVER. your THE ONE will not love you, you will be good friends forever and ever and he/she will never ever like you

- you will remain the same. HOWEVER. your THE ONE will like you but circumstances will never permit the both of you to be together.

don't ask me how my brain can come up with this shit. damn good imagination right? sadly, i don't think i can come up with an alternate universe to write about and become bloody rich, like harry potter or percy jackson or artemis fowl. otherwise i wouldn't be studying hospitality. i would have already bought the hyatt brand. maybe i should come up with an alternate universe about hotels and how secrets can get trapped in the mirrors of the hotel... sounds like shit.

you know the sad thing?
i would choose the first option. i'm so shallow. but i think its better that the person doesn't like you rather than both of you cannot be together. i think you would become a very bitter and jaded person if its the 2nd option.

:_ (

i've just emo-ed on a fb note.
and it sucks that i'm leaving this wonderful group of people
ryan once commented that the group of housemates is, in its own way, perfect

and the group is perfect, in its own dysfunctional, vulgar way.
there's people
to laugh at
to laugh with
to have heart to heart talks with
to gossip with
to cry in front of
to love
to play with
to share all the precious moments with

i wish i had taken more photos, to remind me of the small moments, the inside jokes, everything

i can't believe i'm being such a sap.
in a way, its more painful than leaving albert house
because even though we're not living together anymore,
its still a very strong bond that all of us share
and all those moments have strengthened it

and its so hard to leave behind

its not so fun being sick

AH. winter

most people will recognise it by the crisp cold air brought by the winds, some will realise by the last of the leaves falling from the bare branches.

not me. for me, winter starts with a sore throat

not a major one, just a mild one that reminds you to eat a few more fruits and gives you an excuse to buy those delightful tasting honey and lemon strepsils. then it all snowballs. feeling lousy all over, cough, phlegm, ‘a weally stuffy dose’ and then coughing your guts out(quite literally). every year, i seriously consider buying a humidifier just so that i can breathe.

in 07 during a trip to the US, i had to be dosed on nasty chinese medicine, courtesy of my mum. i survived on soup, hot water and that. recovery time: 1 week

in 08, the night before my pyschology exam, kaii and cherm found me in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet bowl, pysch notes on my lap, with hot water running and fogging up the bathroom. i took redoxon (that orange fizzy tablet) with every mouthful.recovery time: 1 1/2 weeks

in 09, i was continuously sniffing a ceramic cup filled with hot water, even in lectures. took as many baths as i could. still stuck to normal icms food. recovery time: 2 weeks

my battle plan this year?

strepsils, chinese medicine, HOT liquid diet and as much sleep as i can get. let’s see if it works on my i-really-COUGH-want-to-COUGH-die

beautifully terrible

all in its own way, all perfect.

100 years is one of my favourite songs. its probably the piano melody more than anything else. but every time i hear it, i am less the 15 years and more the 22.

i don’t want to be a murderer

i know saint peter won’t call my name

before its too late this could all disappear

and i don’t want to miss a thing

it doesn’t matter anyway, you know its just too little too late

Dear God

i need a miracle

why do we have to struggle through life?

why can’t we be just born with knowing what we want and knowing how to get it? why can’t we have a freaking road map to life in our hands?

why do you have to let us decide?

and make us so

human