Hey there! I’m most probably talking to myself,anyway. Yes, so I haven’t updated in a few months, partly because I’m on a mictoblogging app named twitter (I know it lacks originality) so I’ll be updating my life from there. Where shall I start my update? Hmm. Let’s just say I’ve become more mellowed during these few months. I’ve been through a lot. Well, not deaths, but other….trials. I don’t know how to put it succinctly, but I’m in a state of fermentation now. It’s partly due to the humdrum of school life, but also a lot of mindset changes and attitude (towards life, love) adjustments. I could’ve been quite bizarre and quirky. Most people should know that by now. But it’s okay……… Besides, I’ve also thought about doin lots of meaningful activities during the June holidays, but I’ve not done any of them. Like going for guitar, dance, volunteer and study.Sloth is bad, bad. Anyway, I haven’t been writing recently, so my brain juices are a little dried up now. Oh, and I haven’t touched on any books that I’ve bought yet, shall read them when I go to Hawaii and the end of the year! I’m quite excited. Besides unfinished plans, I’ve also had a few…losses. Well again not physical deaths, but rather sort of a death in the sense of temporal gaps and differences in thinking. Especially two losses.However one was forsaken by me, and the other, mysteriously forsaken by the other person with no rhyme or reason. it’s like what one of my favorite singers TS has gone through and described in Speak Now. Gosh. And her songs are so helpful and relatable. And Gaga. Both of them
are amazing! So glad for their music. Anyway I want to get back to writing. I know my works arent works of a genius, bit I do hope they get published someday. Though it’s hard for Singaporean literature to be widely celebrated. Singapore is a funnyy country. Everything we have and like are imported. We don’t like our local music scene nor do we read local literature. We are highly globalised and have an expensive and xenophilic taste. Well. It’s only the right of a 16 year old to dream big,right? Sometimes I shoot myself down too much. And in no particular association to my random amalgamation of rubbish thoughts, I want a dog.

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