I wouldn’t exactly call today fruitful. I had so many things on my to-do list but I didn’t accomplish even half of it. Because, I didn’t have the mood to. Got up at 2pm today and I knew I was late. Had to go to school to personally hand in CCA pts form to siow because he doesn’t clear his emails. And then, someone had to just kill my mood for no apparent reason, leaving me hanging in midair wondering what the fuck happened.

Rushed to school only to prove myself right that siow isn’t at his table. Now cross my fingers and hope that you guys will get your cca points because it may be too late. I haven’t even been able to talk to him about the performance at all.

Asked around to see who was free and only shipei was. So we decided to watch a movie. Took a bus to marina square, reached at 7.15pm when we were supposed to meet at 8pm. Wandered around and I happen to chance upon this familiar looking place near ritz carlton. I’ve been here years ago, memories. After shipei arrived, we stupidly tried our luck at those clawy machines filled with stuffed toys while waiting for our movie. Our attempts weren’t futile and we both got a bear each. HA HA. On a side note, the robot was hilarious, like really hilarious.

From Paris with love was not bad. Some show about terrorists and government’s spies. After eating the cheesy pasta, I realised that was the only thing I ate today. Right. Talk about being moodless. You don’t even feel hungry. Fcuk it.

Do people really think that you can make a mistake, apologize and then walk away like nothing’s happened? Can sorry make up for the hurt caused, dismiss the pain and erase the memory? Talk about sorry being the hardest word. No, sorry is probably the easiest way to save yourself from a mistake made, and not quite effective. Of course, I’m not saying that it is not necessary. I guess sorry is only meaningful the first time, not when the blunder repeats and thereafter. Sorry is nothing but a word ; a word that I’m sick of hearing.

Case closed.

Victor Hugo said, “Be a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”
I’m perched on a frail branch singing away, but I’m skeptical about my wings. I’m starting to doubt my own ability to love. What will happen if the branch breaks?

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.
~Johnny Cash

i warned you before, you didn’t take me seriously;
clarice