"Grace is the gift of feeling sure that our future, even our dying, is going to turn out more splendidly than we dare imagine."

                                                                                              - Lewis Smedes

okay maybe i lied. i'm not as asian as far as the typical asian stereotype goes. but asian enough i guess.

maybe i'm still reeling from the 'Resubmission' shocker but i can't will my fingers nor my mind to get on with the assignment. despite efforts to switch my mobile to silent and keep it away from sight, other stimulants continue to jostle for my attention.
i've been on twitter, instagram, youtube... i've binged on prawn crackers(the squarish type you pick out from the bag of mixed nuts) and chin chow aka grass jelly drink(another asian treat). i've made dinner plans for next week, and after-dinner drinks plans.. i've cropped my FMF t-shirt with the help of my trusty scissors, altered the hem of an over sized men's shirt so that i won't come off looking trashy in it tomorrow... i've had a chat over tea with my mom about the general lack of inclusionary practices here in Singapore(we've yet to sign the CRPD which is ridiculous considering we're a first world country) and now i'm back here. ranting.

alas, i shall give up and give in to the sweet aroma of dinner brewing in the kitchen.

adieu.

i am asian. born and bred. it was just hidden under a sea of mischief for a long time. 28 years -long time- now it's decided to surface.

last week we got our transcripts for the first half of our modules. turns out my gpa thus far is 3.67 despite that one B that sent me spiraling into an emotional landmine. nearly inhaled my weight in fried chicken thanks to that B.
that lasted for a grand total of 4 days afterwhich i went back to crazy asian-study-mode.
cest la vie right? up til last night that is.. my lecturer sent me an email at 1.29am(on a saturday night, who does that?)

Subject:
Resubmission.

i went completely off tangent for my performing arts assignment.
Resubmission: the end of my short-lived asian life.

off to harakiri myself now.

cornflakes and milk

started reading despite the looming exam and assignment. some days are made for reading.

all this time spent dressing up like everyday's a party could've been used to sharpen my cognitive abilities. why, oh why do i continue to be such a ditz.

throwback tuesday

visiting an old haunt -a watering hole- gained me some enlightenment.
1) you can(and probably will) grow out of groupie-ness
somehow the same sexy-to-boot, celebrity-demi-gods aka musicians would morph into regular human beings playing tunes on their fenders.
2) same place different moment.
a place can hold memories only if you let it. moving on, gaining perspective, places and memories lose their tangibility.
3) there's only so much kegel exercises can do before beer bladder avalanches. #reserveyourjudgement






emnoseyeruoypeek

we run like parallel lines

we touch.

lately, i haven't had much to say. i compensate by furiously extricating photos that elicit my emotions for me.
there's a crack.
there's another here on the side of my laptop.
it's 5 years old.
it's 7 years old.

i still don't have tumblr.
my blackberry doesn't support instagram.
but i have you.
despite the crack.