Every day feels like Wednesday.

Wednesday is the third day of the working week. It is neither here nor there. It is three days after Sunday, two days after Monday, a day after Tuesday, a day before Thursday, two days before Friday, and three days before Saturday. Basically, you are stuck in the middle that is Wednesday, stranded on an 86400-second, 1440-minute, 24-hour period of stagnancy and uncertainty, squeezed in between the indelible past and the unforeseeable future, constrained by the fact that there is no other choice but to simply make it through the day.
Every day feels like Wednesday.

Finally decided to revive my Tumblr account.

FIRE.

Your Pokéname is:

Lovee

 

Profile

You live in the searing volcanoes of Brazil, and your diet consists mostly of rocks, twigs and industrial runoff.

Characteristics

(Combat and Non-combat)

You can breathe hot death. You have propellors. You can shoot broken glass. You can throw kippers. You can breathe iron filings. You have a fear of poison. You have a covered wicker basket. You can throw ice bolts. You can puke acid.

Natural Enemies

Your natural enemy is Drowrino.

LOL.

What’s your Pokéname?

It’s more than just oblivesence. It’s indifference.

I know what’s going on.

I’m not blind not to notice. But you see, I’ve already turned into a robot.

So,

I don’t care what they think, I don’t care what they say, I don’t give a damn.

I don’t give a shit about what they think. After all, thinking is free of charge.

And after all, I don’t have to please everybody.

I don’t really have to be 100% nice and friendly and warm all the time.

Rowland, you don’t need them.

Pessimistically Optimistic.

New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.  ~Hamilton Wright Mabie

**

The hot sunshine pulled my eyelids apart, and I awoke from a slumber that I never wanted to take place. I wanted to do work last night. I didn’t want to sleep. But I eventually did. The mind was set to be industrious, but the body was oblivious. It craved for a little bit of rest.

I approached the calendar, which has been laying stagnant on the wall for nearly 12 months now. December 31.

It only means one thing: I am going to end the year with a lot of unfinished business. And they will all begin to accumulate together, like cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, creating a cataclysmic lightning of unfortunate events, which will inevitably strike me down. I hope something inevitable can still be avoided.

I’m not going to make any resolutions. I won’t say that I’m going to work even harder, or not let my emotions rule over me, or start donating to Church every Sunday during the Offertory, because I am going to break all of them anyway. I like breaking things. Nevertheless, I look forward to the New Year ahead. Despite my Guiness world-record unpreparedness, and my shameful obliterated learning momentum in school, I am going to face anything Mr. 2009 throws at me. Whether I succeed or fail,  is a different thing.

To God, to my Family, Friends, and everyone close to my heart, don’t leave me next year. You are the Sun to my world, shining brightly in the sky, and without you I’ll just be lifeless piece of improvised neanderthal, with less hair of course.

Media Noche in a few hours, and it’s the last opportunity for me to go on an eating rampage. Because when I go back to Singapore on Friday, breakfast, lunch and dinner won’t be as good as here. Hope SOMEONE hears this.

And, yeah, when you start your countdown, delay it by one second, according to some website. The gradual slowing of the Earth’s rotation is unable to keep up with the super-accurate clocks that some improvised neanderthals, with disproportionate amount of genius inside their brains, have created.

Besides that, I wish you all a

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

f***loads of diamonds, f***ing fantastic.

i love her, i love her song, i love lily allen.

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and f***loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Bridge
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner

Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear

ANYWAY!

According to my mum, we are going to this place,

leaving in 17 hours

gonna travel for 1-2 hours by car,

staying there for 2 days,

where the sun is hotttttt

where the sand is powdery and white

where the sea is crystal clear and blue

Where the majestic blue extends

from the unfathomable sea to the endless sky

and where my English IOP

will await its possible, foreseeable culmination.

ALRIGHT.

(:

Maybe they have already known each other a long, long time ago.

I saw this photo somewhere, and the first ever thing that came to my mind was:

From right: Niko, Celine, Eskor, Nalaka, Padia, and Suraj, ten years ago.

Damn. Ok I know Celine’s a girl but she’s the only one in school with that hair colour.

*****

I wonder what they will look like ten years from now. It’ll be really interesting to find out.

Good night everyone.