So many options, so many things that are on my mind. It sort of drives me nuts, and I already miss going to school with the single-minded purpose- learn and have fun. Okay maybe that makes it two purposes, if you have Numerical OCD.

And picking university courses are a major pain in the butt. If there were more choices, such as a degree in parapsychology I’d definitely have taken it. There are things that I can see myself not getting sick of, such as reading about unearthly mysteries. I think Planet Earth has more mysteries than the human mind can fanthom.

Sometimes I think experience is the best teacher, which makes me wonder why I should aim for a degree when I can learn much more if I were to start working now? But then again, some occupations require a degree, and without it, it would be hard to find a job in that area, which defeats the notion of “experience is the best teacher” when nobody wants to give you a chance of experiencing it in the first place.  LMAO. Thoughts chasing tails in circles.

LE SIGH! I think for now, I want to focus on honing my art, I still want to be able to paint properly, damnit! Without all the colours running into each other and looking like shit. I want to do the hanging ball of flowers and leaves I once saw in a shop, and I like it so much Imma try to recreate it on my own.

And I want to eat more, and ride my dad’s rickety old 2-seater bike that is too big for me my feet can’t rest flat on the ground. I really need more cheng tng. Cheng tng cheng tng cheng tng.

My blog is sort of dead, and I hope you, dear reader, know what you want to do in life. Sometimes I think that when you finally KNOW what you want to do, it should be such a reassuring and life-affirming event that a ray of light should shine on you from a heavenly gathering of clouds, while you float gently into the air, with sparkles slowly circling you as a blessing for finally knowing what your life purpose is.

I think I am better off living in a Disney movie. :<

And so I conclude I do not really like alcoholic drinks, I mean, adding some alcohol to fruit juice totally spoils the taste la, so alcohol is not my friend.

We (Jan and Shana and I) watched Qi Xuan, our resident alcoholic, fish out bills after bills for alcoholic drinks. And then we talked lots of shit.

All well, I guess there’s nothing I like more than sitting around and talking crap with friends. Today I am staying at home, doing nothing. But this Christmas is definitely not the cheeriest one I’ve ever had, but then I am not a very Christmassy person, so maybe it doesn’t matter.

But Merry X’mas to you, whoever’s reading this! :))

He said PekPek and I both think waaay too much after scrutinizing our palms. The tone in which he said it was like we should just chill and not think too much, LOL.

This made me wonder, am I really thinking too much?

But then that raised another question- what am I thinking too much about?

So you see, if surgeons were to open my brain they would see nothing but a huge question mark. Like this:

?

Nowadays with some personal shit raining on my head, I’ve realised how true this is- there is no right or wrong, the world is not black and white, and just because it’s not good it doesn’t mean it’s bad.

And humans, or rather, human feelings, are complicated. How do pyschologists do it, I wonder? When the emotions that you feel are hitting you from different directions, and you do not even know where they are coming from, what do you do? Are there even words in the dictionary that can accurately portray what you feel?

Imagine colours, colours of every imaginable shade running into each other, creating a brown murky mess. How would you label this brown murky mess? How do you seperate the colours, unidentifiable by now, from this brown murky mess?

More questions to think about, but thinking sucks when you are unable to find an answer. Maybe I am too morose today.

This annoys me a lot because:

A) Nobody likes to have their shoes stolen

B) I am still sore that my green Converse sneakers, which were a steal, got stolen

C) I am idiotic for leaving my shoes outside. But it was only a cheap pair of ratty sandals!

D) I am not very fond of buying shoes and so I don’t have many of them and at the rate my shoes are disappearing, I will soon be forced to cover my feet with plastic bags.

Tamade man, I hope the wearer’s feet will spontaneously combust. I even thought that if I had some nasty foot problem like hongkong feet or something the unlucky thief will kena but it’d be plain stupid of me to wish something so yucky on myself.

=(

Flip open the book and you’ll see kittens of all colours and sizes, sleeping, playing, eating, looking cute! Even though the possibility of me owning a cat now is not even remotely a possibility (whatever that is), it does not mean I’ll never have one in the future!!!

YES! I’ll look to the future, that’s what I’ll do. *nods vigorously* Recently life has been so busy and passing by at the speed of a ninja that I don’t know the date anymore! Is today the 20th? Or 19th? Or 21st? Or is it Christmas already? GAAAAH I DON’T KNOW!!!

Okay of course I know it’s not Christmas, I’m not that terrible yet. Duh.

Back to kittens. Anyway, if I have a kitten, I’ll name it Oskar after Oskar Schell from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

My cat will be Oskar, whether it is a male or a female. I read somewhere that cats respond better when their name ends with a “eeeee” sound like Kitteeeeee (Kitty) or Betteeeeee (Betty) but I do not need a cat that responds well, do I?

Okay I do need a cat that responds well, but heck!!! I’ll train it to come running to me when I call its name, whether it’s Frankenstein or Robert!

My favourite cat is the Scottish Fold, but I don’t think I want to own it because it looks like it is too cute to function.

I prefer calico kittens, they are so pretty!!!

And yesterday I was watching Animal Cops Phoenix and there was this tiny chihuahua that had its tongue hanging out of his mouth! Can somebody tell me why it happens? Is it that the tongue is too big for its mouth or is the mouth too small?

To be honest, the chihuahua looked slightly ridiculous with its tongue hanging out! It was such a weak, poor, shivering creature. Like super ke lian that kind.

*hyperventilates* Okay I know I am a tad too old to be watching Inuyasha, but my point is there are people who are 20-something who still watch it, so what’s your point?

Defense before accusation, haha I am so funny! xDD <– Yuck I hate this “emoticon” but it best represents the look on my face right now! =D

Inuyasha The Final Act is out, and I am SO watching it on Youtube! Nothing is going to stop me, not projects, homework or anything! Not even a tornado, not even a free five-course meal at a luxury hotel! But what the heck! That is so not happening anyway!!

I still remember how I used to blabber endlessly about my love for Sesshomaru, but now that I’m older and have mellowed somewhat, I am sure my love has been extinguished by quite a lot so I can control myself.

But WHEEE! Inuyasha!!!!!!! Apparently I am still not over it!!!

Thank Buddha he did not ask me what the difference was, how do you explain such nefarious words to a boy who once told me that cats lay eggs???

Can you spot Buddha? This image was taken through my red water bottle, ha!

In a shitty mood. School will be over soon and I sort of look forward to its end, but its end will bring me some sadness so I’m screwed both ways.

Why do people need to have goals? Why do we need to work? Why do we need to learn how to manuever ourselves through the many faces of human beings? Why can’t we stay like children?

P.S Linked Ducky! Glad her blog is back! :D

Janice’s mango thingy was quite nice but had a strange medicated oil aftertaste. I have eaten medicated oil (not willingly) before so trust me, I know what I am talking about.

My shitty camera died on me when I wanted to take more pictures of the scenery. And the shittiest thing is I just found out that my laptop has a memory card slot (!!!) so I never have to go through the shitty process of connecting camera to computer with plug, blah blah blah, EVER AGAIN!!

Jeeeeezus! I might as well find out next year!! -_____-

Haha my camera very shitty!

QX sprouts his second head, revealing that he really is a gremlin from BalaBalaBush Land!!

Lastly. Yesterday I was using the small portable hand-held fan. When I tried to fan my neck the stupid blades (or really, stupid me) got caught in my hair! Then I had to use a pair of scissors to free my trapped hair! :(

This means it is time for a haircut. Shucks. I hate hairdressers.

The hair that got stuck was waaaay more than this. But my first instinct was to pull out the trapped hair. Not take pictures.