i read something someone young and wise wrote. love is not watching someone die it definitely is watching yourself die but then again this is not love anymore it isn’t

and kitty forman reminded me, hindsight is 20/20

what animal are you now? why do you take pleasure in being unkind to me?

a song [from the art of getting by - they played the Mates of States cover] to kick start everyone’s recess week, no relevance to productivity/perseverance/inspiration whatsoever and i will assume no responsibility if you choose to do as the song says and sleep the clock around instead of rushing out essays. i just thought it was a nice enough song to share.

have a great one kids!

trying to deal with so much inadequacy about myself right now it’s very painful but of course you won’t listen anymore like you said because you always assume that i am saying these things to get you to say otherwise but i never intend for that and when i privilege you with being privy to my insecurities and the battles i face i really just hope you take me seriously and not tell me i am speaking ‘rubbish’ because it feels like you are dismissing my worries and my problems. yes so i have a low-self esteem, but really nothing you do/say can fix it because i will always be like this. i don’t even need any words of comfort or encouragement or anything that you think you have been providing for me, i just need you to listen and take me seriously, scold me if necessary but don’t disappear.

while waiting

i went on an aminalz rampage

just a tapir from fyeahasianstudiestapir

i also found a panda, a lemur, a ferret they are all very funny i have to control my funny-receptors in this quiet reference section in the clib. also this is me after skipping out early from public admin lecture and now sitting beside a connie ho who is doing an essay – i obviously know where my priorities lie.

max brenners this evening with namira khalie tingypok before family dinner because JEK IS FINALLY BOOKING OUT TODAY (agn, it is clear where my priorities lie, even dietarily).

good bye xx