And so, last Monday, I went to get myself my fourth tattoo which is also my first, biggest colored ink. It's a Japanese cherry blossom, the flowers come in different shades of red and pink while the branches are grey. I think the falling petals are part of the charm because the pale pink falling petals are supposed to signify a cherry blossom snowfall. If I'm not wrong, the Japaneses call it ''Sakura Fubuki''.

I think people usually confuse the Japanese and Chinese cherry blossoms, since this ink is gonna be permanent and would be taking a large part of my torso, I decided to get something which would be of a certain symbolisation. Japanese cherry blossoms, they represent the transience of life, not to get too attached to a particular outcome or not become emotional because it'll pass in time so that's to say, life is short so live it. Live life.

It took me 5 hours of pain, alot of grunting/cursing/screaming/howling to get it done but I pretty much like how the ink looks though it's still scabbing a little after a week odd, the itch... is unbearable but it beats the pain when the needles hit the ribs. This will be my early 21st birthday present, for myself.

p.s My student visa finally got approved and it's Bali in less than a week, happiness!

''You're too busy reading and thinking about big things. You don't care about the little things in your own life, and that means you're contemptuous of anyone who does. You've never struggled like they have, because you've never cared like they do. You don't really know what people go through.''

Sometimes, I think I'm selfish because I do things my way, I do not spare a thought for people's feelings and I do whatever I feel like just because I hate restrictions. I cannot promise anyone consistency because I cannot keep up with consistency myself. Someday, somethings will change because change is the only constant in life. The thing about me is, I do something because I feel like it and most of the time, I don't really have concrete reasons to back certain things I do.

On a side note, it's mid November. The irony is, without work, I find myself being busier.

In 2 weeks' time, I'm going to Bali for a week.
In 3 weeks' time, it's Zoukout.
In 5 weeks' time, it's Christmas.
In 6 weeks' time, 2009 will come to a close.
In 8 weeks' time, it's my 21st birthday.
In 10 weeks time, I'm flying off to Australia for a new phase of my life and it's back to school for me.

I will do a better post when I'm not so sleepy.

 

''Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.''

''People don't realize this but loneliness is so underrated.''

''Tom, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Next time you look back, I think you should look again.''


Tom: “We don’t have to label what we’re doing. I just… I need some consistency. I need to know you won’t wake up tomorrow and feel a different way.”
Summer: “I can’t promise you that. Nobody can. Anyone who does is a liar.”


500 days of Summer is such a brilliant movie, all of you must watch! It's not the conventional kind of love story. Boy meets girl, falls in love but girl meets boy, doesn't fall in love. And we're all part of the cosmic joke, do you think there's something called fate or destiny? Tom is right, it's coincidence, there's never miracles.

( Oreo Cheesecake )

 

1/4 of me is prideful. 1/4 of me is angry. 1/4 of me is indifferent. The rest of me is just, drunk.

And pride is one of the deadly sins, it destroys many beautiful things. Pride is the first thing a person needs to do away in life. It's there to make someone feel good about themselves, it's like putting a suit on a shrivelled carrot and taking it out to the theatre and pretending it's someone important. The first step in self liberation is to be free of an excessive self-respect. When people have nothing, they can still have their pride. That's why the poor were given the myth of morality because cupboards were bare. Nobility, pride or self respect are tools to help you bronze your own head.

On a sidenote, while moving into a new office today, I realized how packing can be a total chore. The taping, trying to fit the stuff into the boxes to maximize the spaces can be quite a bitch. My nose is mega sensitive to the dust so amen, I died more than thrice due to over-sneezing and rubbing of my nose. It also made me realize that in approximately 3 months time, I'm bound on a plane to Australia for a 3 years course, to study. Before I leave, obviously I have to pack my crap which is alot. I might consider just shipping my whole room over.

It's crazy, I don't even have time to yelp about how time actually whizzes past so insanely. Though I have yet to get my student visa and medical checkup done, I have to head down to ICA to change my passport picture because my current picture has a ''Final warning'' stamped on it. I look like Harry Potter's chinese mugblood sister in my passport picture. Need to renew my passport and make a trip down to the academic link to submit my bank draft. I'm doing all these alone, my parents insist that I should because I'll be alone in a foreign land come next February.

Oh I think I'm highly embarrassing because I accomplish stupid disasters. On Tuesday, I walked around the whole market opposite my office happily, not realizing my fly was undone. Just yesterday at yoga, I didn't realize I had a 10 cent sized hole smacked at the left side of my yoga pants, at my ass area until I was done with yoga and grocery shopping at Guthrie House.

This week has been slightly weird, like I'm forever exhausted and feeling a bit too unmotivated for many things. Like nothing excites me, nothing to look forward to and absolutely nothing to be happy about. Just constantly knackered, I think it'll be okay to want a hug? I love hugs.

157am, need to sleep and get to work early to clear the old office space. 
 
p.s if I go to Sydney, will any kind souls want to house my ass for like a week?