Honesty is what you need

Okay. I wrote quite a bit... apparently blogger decided to be a little annoying.

No matter. This isn't really a angsty, kill-me-now post.

But let me start with something simple, if just to let this post run smoothly..

I told my class girls about my eye candy. And of course, because they are so cute and weird all at once, they giggle every time he passes by now.

Or tug on my shirt relentlessly. Or whack me on the arm, making odd noises. Or raise an eyebrow and give a wry grin.

I really do love their antics, no matter how annoying they can get. They are really sweet, which is the bottom line so we'll leave it at that.

Anyway, I got myself out of my misery. So that means I no longer am able to use this handy laptop I do love and hate at the same time. And I'm really cool with that! Only, that also means I no longer will be blogging. Much, if at all, really.

So yes, if I'm not in Durham, Warwick or Southampton next year, I probably got into NUS law and decided for some reason to stay in singapore. Or I decided to change career courses. Or I got eaten by a hungry gorilla carrying flame torches.

And I would like to thank my readers (Any ones left? No? That's really odd...) for their time in scanning through what would be a few years worth of nonsense and 'OMG KILL ME NOW' crap. :)

This is a video from 'How I Met Your Mother'. It is an awesome show, watch it. In this video, Barney Stinson explains to the rest that you have to wait 3 days before asking a girl out because Jesus said so. It's hilarious.

I get knocked down, but I get up again. You're never gonna keep me down.

I wanted to blog last night after Mark's wedding. But the internet in my room went on the fritz, so you know, I couldn't/didn't/felt like kicking something.

Last night was awesome. As with all weddings in my family, I get to spend it dressed up and catching up with my lovely 'cousins', Bernadette (we call her Bernie or Bern'), Marissa (M'rissa), Vanessa (Been calling her 'Vaness' since she was a tyke) and Mark (He's a smaller version of the Mark that got married. Really. They were both nightmares as kids and the small one's growing up to be a strapping young man just like the older one.)

I am extremely close to them, seeing as to how the rest of my cousins have an average age of almost 30. Oh right. And I call them my 'cousins' because technically, we aren't related by blood in any way, but our families are super close and any form of romance developing between both would seem like incest. Even though it's lawfully not. HAHA.

So I love hanging out with them. Catching up about our current 'predicaments' and talking about other family members (gossiping more like) and everything else. And at every wedding where we all present together (meaning, mostly my family's weddings), we will dance and dance and dance and feel like popstars.

It's a tradition that we started when we were young. It started with the oldest, Bernie, Marissa and myself grooving to my brother's old hi-fi set (Same one that's in my room currently) and making up crazy moves to 'That Thing You Do' by The Wonders. (That's why it's still one of my favourites up till today) It moved on to classics like the Macarena. After a while, we would pass on the dance moves to the younger ones. (Although I'm pretty sure we didn't do that till we were much older. Were quite selfish and 'exclusive' as kids.)

Anyway, to cut the story short, I was really happy last night. Knowing that I'll always have these people in my lives is a huge blessing. And that we can party our socks off is amazing. One day, I'll invite them to go clubbing. :)

How's this for a fluff piece?  :D

I just need a shoulder to cry on...

... So how come I can't even get that as a luxury?

It's not fair how just because you are able to, you can shout your way to the high heavens.

And all I want is to be comforted.

I comfort everyone else... Why can't someone comfort me?