Rambutan

Thankful to have found a special one 🙂

It’s funny how I’m rooming with Xiantian this month but I hardly see her in the two weeks that school have started. This semester is gonna be tough when she leaves for Taiwan. Sigh.

In retrospect, perhaps no semester can be tougher than the previous one…?

I like to learn new things. So much so that I signed up for woodshop class despite being terrified to death of bandsaws and the likes of it. My mind tends to convince itself that they are killer-machines out to get my limbs. Anyhow, I cut my first piece of wood on Monday and all my body parts are still perfectly intact. Hooray.

This is a somewhat decent update in a really long time. I’m slowly learning how to write again. Last semester was that difficult. Please be proud of me.

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Some things I learnt this summer:

1. My greatest pet peeves are wastage and tardiness

2. You can get away with anything as long as you look attractive 

3. Koreans aren’t as polite as I was told, but they sure are vain though

4. Kindness doesn’t kill, it never does

5. Nowadays I only blog when I’m upset

To: Someone who was once a big part of my life

Hello,

Greetings from Seoul! I’m here for a month of summer studies and the reason I’m writing this is because I haven’t deleted your address from the memo pad on my phone since my last visit to your house. So I thought, why not? ^-^”

I was actually pretty hurt by some of your words that day, even though I might have seemed okay. I was just acting nonchalant to salvage what little dignity I might have left. Though you told me that you hated sentimental people, I realised that I am not sorry for being one. I guess I still can’t get over the fact that we aren’t really friends anymore.

I sincerely hope you are doing fine.

P/S: I chose this postcard as it reminded me of the time we ate Superdog while watching fireworks together at Vivocity. And I can’t help but wonder now, were you really happy then? I knew I was.

Siqi
30/6/17

But a submerged iceberg

Funny how I only come here to whine nowadays. Have been meaning to write a proper post – something this space has been lacking for quite a while. There simply was not enough motivation.

What happened to me?

A takeaway from Madness last semester is that repression is one of the driving factors of craziness. And what is madness? Is it not just a deviation from The Norm? Yet, The Norm is not always right. But I digress. God, my thoughts are a mess. 

I guess I’m feeling like a hybrid of Esther, a piano teacher and Veronika now.

Make up your mind, woman! And stick to it, goddamnit.

Age has caught up

Hell weeks used to come around every three weeks or so but every week feels like one this semester. The body old, and the mind not as willing to keep up the (super) destructive (super) late nights routine.

Can’t wait for the holidays, four more weeks to go.