Yesterday marked our first month together. We’ve been together for a full 31 days. Wow.
A quarter down, two and three quarter more to go.
Just 365 days ago I was preparing (or rather, trying my best to stop procrastinate my preparation) for my national exams while knowing that I’m on my way to be an Animation student through the direct program and 730 days ago I was browsing through NYP’s website actually amazed that such a course exist.
It’s pretty scary when I look back and realize that I’ve already completed 8 weeks of school in just a snap.
I don’t care that I’m in love with the love that dare not speak it’s name and maybe that majority of my community disapprove of the mentioned nameless love. I love you and that’s that.
An update on my current life:
…because I haven’t been blogging anything related to my personal life and I want to note them down before my memory crumbles into dust…
Oh yeah lets get myself officially enrolled into my new school... wait.
|1.28 AM:||(tweeted) Shall sacrifice some of my sleep tonight to complete my poly enrolment stuff + scholarship application. #procrastinatingruinlives|
|1.30 AM:||What the shizzz... WHY CAN'T I LOG INTO THE E-ENROLMENT PAGE? (I legit freaked out)|
|1.35 AM:||Yeah I'm in. \m/|
|1.36 AM:||So much information to fill but I'm finally in oh yeah.|
|1.40 AM:||E-ENROLMENT Y U NO LOAD NEXT PAGE?|
|1.42 AM:||(while waiting for it to load) tumblr tumblr tumblr|
|1.45 AM:||(while waiting for it to load) twitter twitter twitter|
|1.46 AM:||(while waiting for it to load) facebook facebook facebook|
|1.47 AM:||(while waiting for it to load) tumblr twitter facebook|
|1.55 AM:||(STILL WAITING for it to load) sigh. Eff this thing. I'll just try again tomorrow.|
Enough is enough!
The next time I see a tumblr post of a happy couple, I’m going straight to the fridge, reach for the tub of ice cream and eat my heart out. :(
I know I’m going to be single for Valentines Day for the 17th time but you don’t have to rub it in, Tumblr…. DOOO YOOOOUUU…?!
What I wrote on the Marina Bay wish balls
(I wish…) For my Klaine story to have a happy ending and for everything at NYP to go well & for me to get into Pixar.
What’s being happy? Is it landing my dream job? Is it winning an international competition? Is it having someone special’s fingers fill the holes in-between mine while help me get through a bad day? Is it meeting up with my best friend, the one who seem to understand me like how mathematicians (are seemingly only the ones who) understand complex math theories, after a long time? Is it eating a nice meal after a hard days of work? Is it finally meeting the person who’s able to fill the void in my soul?
But what if I have all that and I’m not happy?
What if I want a higher paying job? Want to have even more fame? Want my special someone to be more understanding, attractive and perhaps richer? Want my best friend to stop ranting about her life so she can start listening to my rant? Want that meal to be from a Michelin starred restaurant instead of a cheap takeaway? Want the person to be nothing but perfection?
What if greed killed happiness, then what will happiness be?
there’ll always be this teeny tiny part of me who resent myself for being, well, myself.
It’s like the kid who grew up to be an angsty and dull adult because the world wasn’t what it expected to be.
Reality was too harsh.