Take what you need, and be on your way. & stop crying your heart out.

This song leaves so many memories.

Crush

Its Thursday. She rolled out of bed and stretch her half awake body. Today is gonna be a good day! She exclaimed. Just like every other day, she went to drink a glass of water and check herself out in the mirror. Used a hairband to hold her bangs up, she looked at her eyebrows. "Its such a hassle to be a girl," she mumbled and starts to shape her eyebrows herself. "Ouh, ouch, oh oh ouh" she whimpered as she shape her eyebrows. After finishing, she went to pack her bag for school and bathed and checked out her legs. Time for some waxing, babies. She thought. She took out the wax strips and her laptop and started to watch Avatar, the legend of Aang. Its just a normal and boring day. She thought. Clean up and off she go.

Reaching school, she went to class. Today is Thursday. That means she gets to see someone. Her eye candy~ She begin smiling to herself while she make her way to the classroom. Lightheartedly, she pushed open the door. She greeted the teacher and look for her usual sit and saw him. He was sitting diagonally in front of her. She was so surprised! Jackpot! She giggled to herself. Out of a sudden, he turned! And.. talked to her! Oh my god. Caught by surprise, she sat up a little too straight and stared at him for a moment too long. "Hey, have you form your group yet?" He looked at her, wide eyed. "Um.. Yeah I did." She replied after a moment. Her heart was almost bursting out from her chest. He turned back and begin filling up some forms. She sat there, fixated, trying to digest what just happened. Then she started to smile at herself, uncontrollably and gazed longingly at his back. Today is an awesome day. She thought. :)

Mad

What do you do when you get so mad you wanna do something?

Sometimes I feel that my tolerance level is actually pretty good. But sometimes I just wanna punch someone in the face. Is it true that when they say when you're nearing adulthood you will have to urge to move out of your house? But my parents did so much for me. Why do I always quarrel with them? I make them so mad and they drive me crazy. I shouldn't get angry, I should apologise, I should try to talk to them. But seriously. How do I do that?!

Need to calm down and start doing some work. This is really hard.

Just another story

She was flipping through her old books from the time she started her education. 'So adorable' she thought, as she browsed through some of her old diaries. Her young and childish thoughts were amusing and ridiculous. After enough of making fun of her old self, she packed up the diaries and wanted to put them back into the selves. Then something in the corner caught her eye. It was a black book. What's this? she eyed the book with curiosity and reached out for it. The colour of the black book was fading, there were a lot of marks on the cover, showing that it has been handled countless of times. When did I have this book? It looks so delicate. She wondered as she open the book. 

There were 2 letters in blue. One was cut out in the shape of a dinosaur with well wishes for a illness. It was obviously made from someone who's in love, given to someone who's being loved. The next letter was more delicate, about the feelings one had for the other and how much one can't live without the other. Then on the first page, there was a drawing. It was pretty bad, but through the sketches and details, it seems that the owner spent a lot of effort on the drawing. It depicts a.. whale tail being hooked up from the sea. However, there was no sign of the whale body. The picture was so dark as though it was screaming desperation. The next page was just song lyrics in italic wordings. She flipped through a few pages and found conversations. There were 2 person conversing, just mainly about what they are going to eat and how much they miss each other. Both handwriting was in italic, but one was smaller and neater than the other. The smaller handwriting was always cheering the other up. Owner of the smaller handwriting obviously loves the other write a lot. He/she was always tolerant of whatever the other writer wrote and tried all ways to cheer the other writer up. There were some sex convo going on too. Like how much they desire each other and want to get into each others faces. Then it stopped.

Next few pages was about exams, the one who wrote about it was desperately trying to get better for exams. The author was so agitated yet depressed. Then there were notes on what should be done.

Then there were nothing.

Hey, this doesn't seem to be my book. She thought. Turning the book to the back, she inspected the corners and found a small carving of 2 names. Her name along with another person. 

What?

Howl's Moving Castle

Am suppose to be doing my essay on "Compare and contrast the roles of non-profit organisations vis-à-vis social enterprises with regards to benefiting society."

But Joe Hisaishi's 25 Year Concert in Budokan started playing on my playlist. Its a 1 hour 56 min long concert. I love it. Then as I was thinking of how to do my essay, the theme song for Howl's Moving Castle came on and I halt all actions. Its just so beautiful it demanded my full attention on it. I sat on my bed, looking out of my window and listening to this beautifully made piece. Joe is a genius. I love all his productions. It suited all the movies perfectly. It will leave you breathless. Literally. I held my breathe at some parts. It was just so.. Amazing. And the movie is so perfect. Its my favourite movie. Howl's Moving Castle is a movie directed by Hayao Miyazaki. He is a genius film maker. There's so much to his movies. At first glance, they may be just cartoons to you. But as the movie proceeds, it will suck you in, It will make its way through your heart and give it a gentle touch. So gentle you will be left speechless. Well, that was how I experienced it. It may seem exaggerating to you, but its real for me. The love in Howl's is so great, so pure, so real. I love it. I always need time to recover from the movie and the music. haha Insane much.

I wish I can feel this in a real life experience. haha

Catch it if you haven't. You wouldn't regret it.

Running thoughts

I am suppose to be doing my essay on Non-profit/government organisation versus Social enterprise, but I'm tired and sleepy and there's so many things going through my mind but I have no idea what am I really thinking about. I feel so confused and restless.

Things running through my mind:
- Essay
- Movie that I've watched today, 'The Call, which is really interesting and exciting. The ending is just not of my preference
- How my friendship with the person I watched movie today turned so awkward
- How Singapore has so many pretty girls and I'm just not one of them
- Asexuality, feeling as though I have no interest anymore
- How to start a conversation with my Mum and act as though nothing happened
- Bed
- And many more

I wanna migrate and open my own shop. Its so hard to sustain in Singapore.

I miss New Zealand..

Wrong?

He slowly approaches the master bedroom, preparing himself for the night. Turning the knob of the door, he took a peep into the room. His breathing turned from heavy to shallow. Nervousness turned into anticipation. This can't be real, he thought. Slowly but surely, he makes he way to the white sheets in the middle of the room. There he was. Lower half of his body was covered under the sheet. His tanned skin matches the sheets perfectly, like they were made to belong together. His breath were short and shallow. He felt something in his throat and he tried to clear it by swallowing. Carefully, he began to close into the bed, moving nearer to his deepest secret.

Is this wrong?