this made me go awwwww

“The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”? That’s when it’s really sad.”
— John Mayer

“What defines a best friend? What are the requirements to be a good best friend? How many hours a week does it entail? Stupid questions that have no answers. A best friend is not defined by how many times they talk on the phone, or how many hours they hang out together. It is not defined by how many sleepovers they gossip at, or how many inside jokes they have. There are no requirements or laws that state that a good best friend must hang out with them every weekend, or tell each other every little detail. A best friend is a matter of opinion. It is the person who has been there for you through everything, not just through the fun things, or the little things. It is the person that you call when you are at your absolute worst, it is the person who saves you when you didn’t even notice that you needed saving, mostly it is the person who accepts you for who you are, and the person that you are becoming”

everyone's going through it, so suck it up and don't you dare break down.

People are getting lazier and lazier. We started out with blogs - xanga, blogspot, wordpress. Our thoughts and feelings were actually written in articulate sentences and yes, even paragraphs. Then facebook comes along and we're happily uploading pictures and videos and commenting on everyone else's lives. Suddenly twitter pops up with its big blank box and 139 word limit. All we need to do is type one liners and press enter. What next? Everybody is migrating to tumblr - ah, the ease of the "reblog" button. No brain power or personality input required at all. Although, that's not to say I'm an exception to the laze craze. I completely approve of the convenience it brings.

Byebye blogspot. Hello tumblr :)

Draco on the acoustic!

british? tick.
kickass guitar player? tick.

hello mr perfect.

SEVENTEENTH AUGUST.

TWENTY EIGHT DAYS.

THIRTY EIGHT POINTS.

LSELSELSELSELSELSE.

Harry Potter and the HBP

I think the movie was more of a glimpse into the lives of the characters than a real movie. There was no build up to the climax and no real resolution. Like the previous movie, it told no story. I don't deny that it was entertaining to watch the growth of Ron and Hermoine's potential love life, but they took out too many key scenes from the book to let the story flow. And is it just me, or is it very strange to see Harry attempting to go on a date with a waitress? Somehow it doesn't fit into my impression of Harry.

On a brighter note, Luna Lovegood undeniably remains the most eccentric and interesting character. Her quirkiness is amusing in an endearing way. I think everybody secretly wants to be Luna. She's exactly who she wants to be and she doesn't give a damn what everyone else thinks.

high on tea

Now that I think about it, it was probably all the tea we drank last night.

I don't care if it's cliche,

this show makes me sappy.

What if after doing everything right, I didn't do enough?

clear as a koi pond (: 

Surrey, by river where we had our lunch.

Coming back from England is like waking up from a dream

 and realizing that it was all real. 

tea & scones, anyone?

pictures I took are on facebook!

sometimes I wish I was her.

"Sometimes I get this feeling; this feeling of jumping off the edge of a roof. It’s what I feel like all the time with the things I do. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. It’s like being on the edge of the roof all the time.” 

-Phoebe, Phoebe in Wonderland

How come every time you come around...

hello from London! Here's what I've been doing in pictures: 

Watched Wicked last night :) 

Visiting the Body Space Motion Exhibition at Tate Modern

We met two friendly workers who insisted that we take pictures of them. (We asked them for directions first)

South Kensington where we're staying

lazy mondays

swim tanning , milk tea ice-cream & taboo

Shaun Smith Should've Won

carmen cinnamon! this is for you. 

I have this temptation to label all the snacks in my kitchen with huge, bold, black block letters. 

Cookies : TRANS FAT.

Chocolate : DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. 

Easy Cheese : GO FOR PEANUT BUTTER. 

Yoghurt : ICE-CREAM SUCKS. EAT ME.

and at Jose's request - 

Veggies : FIBRE = EAT LESS = LESS FAT :)

Maybe then it'd be easier to avoid it all. 

grey's anatomy season finale :(

“did you say it? I love you. I don’t ever want to live without you. You changed my life. Did you say it? Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it. But every now and then, look around, drink it in, because this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.”

- Meredith Grey

entangled

We're all moving. Shifting from old to new, from new back to old. I can feel the thread holding us together severing, reconnecting, finding new people to bind to. 

Parties catalyze drama. Everything that school forbids us to do bubbles to the surface in parties, in gatherings, where everyone thinks nobody's watching. The drama erupts, and the threads unravel and come together again, tangled now in completely different ways. 

tom sturridge!

 aww. how cute is it that tom sturridge and robert pattinson are best friends.

Yes, this is what I do when I have three free days and no homework to do :) 

For the birthday boys!

Eskor's birthday lunch this afternoon was one of the best meals I've had in some time. I really miss just hanging out at a quiet restaurant and talking with a couple of good friends. I spent the entire 4-day week in a brain-dead, dazed state, struggling to muster enough energy to get through the day. But now, finally, it feels like I'm getting a piece of my life back. 

HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY ESKOR! 

I haven't blogged in quite awhile, so here are all the happy birthdays that have accumulated over the past weeks. 

For yesterday, 

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY ERNEST! 

And for April 25th and 11th,

HAPPY 18TH BITRHDAY IAN AND JOSE!

you guys make me smile. 

please, please tell me once IOC, econs commentary and TOK presentation are over, there will be no more assignments. I'm dying. 

On a lighter note, here's something Sid and I came up with in creative writing. 

Guess who. 

Mary and Siddharth

Creative Writing

Impersonations

Wha lao. They coming ready. so fast ah. Only 10 now. tsk. I hate this boy he always pay so much, make me give him $50 change. Hai ya. One curry puff. One cur- aiyah, where’s the curry puff? and a lemon barley, waa, so organic. how much, ah?.. uh.. one curry puff 1 dollar and.. ah yealemon barley, wait lemmi ask jia wei. “Jia wei ah, How much is bottle drink? Oh yeah it’s $1.30. OK so it’s $2.30.” wa so tiring. 

Wah, who does this kid think he is, speak so chim. What “One Cahbohnated drink” They think they so high class. Ai yoh now this indian come. He thinks he knows chinese. Anyhow talk one...What time now? Ai yah, only 10.10. Who’s next? Tsk. This girl. Always asking me to toast the sandwich. Eat so much. No wonder she always come here try to buy organic food. apple one, papaya one, think it will help you lose weight ah? I been trying for so long, still no results. Fine, i help her lah. She good customer. AIYOH. ANOTHER FIFTY? Why they so rich? Hmm, jia wei was smart, this is why we over price all our food. good smart. make us richer.

Live Without Dead Time

Sometimes we're so distracted by our ambitions, we blind ourselves to the moments we're living in now. Don't accumulate the dead time, live without it. 

gargh.

why can't I relax? Even with two weeks off, I can't do anything fulfilling without the thought of my workload looming over me. I mean, is this all there is to my life?! 

Temporary Freedom

Finally. We've been granted a minuscule moment of time. One short, millisecond of a pause from the overwhelming tide of IB. Without this break, I've no doubt we'd all have drowned under the deadlines by now.

Last night was a perfect example of the detriment IB is to our minds.

Relieved and happy at the end of school, we were all set out to celebrate with dinner and a movie. The irony of it all was, once we'd all sat down for dinner, we were too brain dead for lively conversation. We were reduced to blank stares at each other as we silently ate our food. It was all quite amusing actually. Luckily it didn't last long. Once we had our fill of jiao zis (cougheskorcough), we had enough energy to last throughout the night.

At 9, we met up with the rock climbers to watch what I think is one of the worst movies I've watched this year - Paul Blart Mall Cop. I laughed a total of 3 times in two hours. With a bland storyline and plain stupid slapstick jokes, it was excruciatingly predictable and painful to watch. I don't think I laugh very easily when it comes to movies.

On a lighter note, I'm starting yoga on monday and then I'll somehow find it within me to start my holiday homework.

hellish runs and heavenly finishes.

It was the most strenuous, torturous period of my life. And I'm not kidding. I've never almost collapsed after a run before. At least before I could still stand. Before I could still walk after the run. After the first round, my legs were on fire and my chest felt like it was going to implode and I was thinking - "what's the point of running so hard, we're gonna lose anyway." then, "but they're all waiting for me. I don't want them to see me walking." On the way I saw eskor urging me on but I couldn't hear him because of my ipod. Then at the last stretch I saw sid cheering me on and I knew I couldn't bring myself to stop running in front of my teammates. 

Then finally, finally I reached the end. I just felt like lying on the ground and breathing. My legs felt like blocks of lead. Everything felt so surreal but what helped the most was that everyone was there. I remember collapsing onto the floor (and juns laughing). I remember someone saying "don't sit down, you'll faint when you stand up" and then leaning on ernest and sid because I couldn't hold myself upright. (haha sorry guys!) 

I remember everyone asking me if I was alright and congratulating me, although I didn't think I deserved it because I know I wasn't fast enough. They say you're supposed to feel accomplished, but I didn't. All I wanted was for my legs to thaw and for the nausea to go down. What made it worth it wasn't the accomplishment I was supposed to feel. It was knowing that people were there for me when I felt like collapsing. So thank you, all of you. 

"study" period...

You can't escape the camera forever chris! muahahah. (that's ernest's finger by the way) 

sigh if only we could really crush him. hmmmm. 

this reminds me of the friends episode - the one with ross's glow in the dark teeth.

very flattering, ernest. 

9th march

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY JUNS :)

“She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you,’ and I said, ‘Hush up, now. Enough of this silliness.’”

-The Kite Runner 

Show me the Bubbles!

I've given you everything.

Why won't you give in already?

What more do you want. 

I mean, I've given you sunlight and water. 

I've practically drowned you in sodium bicarbonate.

BUBBLE already. 

I have an urge to burn you when I'm done with you, 

you stubborn dumbass of an elodea plant. 

Dr Hjorth was right. Never in my life have I stared so long and hard at a plant. Bio practicals are so useless and time consuming. 

I think I'm way too impatient to become a scientist. 

no, life isn't literature.

If life were a literary work, 

We'd analyze every word spoken, every action taken.

We'd think about every move because everything would have to have meaning.

What if we over interpreted the subtle nuances of life, and we were wrong?

Life would just be an endless complication.

Just let things be, and everything will fall into place with time. 

Kindergarten Never Ends.

It's funny how the dynamics of friendship can change so erratically.

The Gruesome Threesome: Dynamics of Friendship Trios

When I was in grade five, I hung around with two close friends, Sophia and Diane. But it would be misleading to say we got along. Most often, it was two against one. On one occasion, Diane and I formed an alliance for two weeks, leaving Sophia on the sidelines at recess. Then Sophia and I got back together. To emphasize the point to Diane, I wrote her a nasty letter and put it in her locker. I still remember how it began: Dear Diane: I hate you. Sophia can’t stand to look at you...

Sooner or later, most children find their way into such threesomes — and into the drama and tears they spawn.

“Some triangles thrive and survive.” That said, Lynn and other experts acknowledge the triangle’s inherent vulnerability. Just what is it about three that brings out the monster in children? “The most basic human relationships — husband and wife, parent and child — involve two people,” says Wolkoff. “We’re wired for dyadic relationships. Adding a third person makes it 10 times harder to keep everybody happy.”

I want to thrive and survive. 

 

Happy V Day. or not.

shit. I'm sick again. Twice in a row. 

I swear IB is killing my immune system.

Anyway, Valentines proved to be an..interesting experience.

It was very M18. And I'm not even referring to the movie.

Before the movie we took the lift up to the theatre, and we spotted this woman with her boob hanging out of her shirt. I mean seriously. If the shirt is too big/low-cut for you, DON'T wear it. Spare us the mental scarring please. So when we saw, we were either laughing in embarrassed pity for her, or cringing in horror. What I don't get is why her friend beside her didn't mention it. 

Sigh.

AAAAAAHHH!

THE STRAITS TIMES Feburary 7th 2009 Page D2.

"Tips to help your child sail through school 

1) Don't fast track your child"

I was put into school a year earlier than I needed to be because I was born on the 1st of January. 

I was fast tracked. 

"Research shows that the youngest members of each cohort are less likely to go to university."

O.M.G. 

A choice I never made could possibly have changed my life. 

breeeeathe

evening dreams

these twisted dreams that spin into seeming realities,

to diet or not to diet?

I'm on a diet. or not. I'm just cutting down. Diets are overrated. They don't work unless you're sick. And if you're not sick and you're on a diet, then you'll just binge once your diet is over and you'll end up with a lower metabolism rate and more food in your body than before you started the diet. 

My diet worked for the first week because I was sick so I wasn't hungry. But now that I'm getting better, I'm starving. I need to tweak my diet plan but would that mean my diet is failing? 

I used to not eat lunch, but now, I'll just eat some lunch and some dinner. I mean, if i don't eat lunch, i'll probably binge during dinner anyway. Okay, I realize I sound like I'm trying to rationalize my breaking my diet. But really, it works better this way. It's not a diet, it's cutting down. 

Actually, with the food in school in the sad state it is, it's not going to be hard not to eat lunch. 

Now, just so I don't sound like some vapid narcissist in this post, I shall add a quote that I think makes alot of sense. 

"The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open."

                                         - chuck palahniuk

Wallflower Friends

Wallflower by Priscilla Anh



Do you see
Standing there in the corner
I was alone, I always am at these big parties
Watching you watching everybody
Wishing I was more outgoing
Wishing I was just a pretty wallflower

I'm not here, no one sees me, wallflower
I'm by myself, please excuse me

But there you were, standing in your own corner
Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine
We could be the best of friends I'm sure of it
But I'm too shy to cross this crowded room besides

Wallflower
I'm not here, no one sees me, wallflower
I'm by myself, please excuse me

Help me leave this corner of the room
I'm reaching out to you
Cause I've got things I could talk to you about
We could be wallflower friends
To the end -- wallflower friends
To the end, I'm sure of it

Wallflowers
We're not here, no one sees us, wallflowers
We're together please excuse us

The Happiness Hypothesis

hmm. so school's started. Nothing new has happened except for the fact that everyone's mourning the loss of our dear grade centre and my timetable is now alot less efficient. I could seriously live on a 4 day week.

So, everyone's been stressed doing IOPs, EEs, Econs Commentary's, Bio and History IAs..or not. Depends on whether you're a chris or a carmen. Either way, if you're a girl (or gay), here's a little something to help you de-stress:

Tv's hottest guys (in my opinion)

okay, no idea what his name is, but who cares? 

Adam Gregory (!!!) from 90210. If it weren't for him, the show wouldn't be worth the watch.

Ed Westwick - GO BRITS!  

okay, normally, robert pattinson wouldn't be here because I didn't used to think he was THAT hot..until he turned into Edward of course. So here's a tribute to EDWARD CULLEN. (yes. cringe, boys, cringe.) 

Piz from Veronica Mars! (okay, i know nobody watches it but I have a soft spot for him.) 

And who can forget, the guy every girl wants - as her gay best friend. Marc from Ugly Betty <3