Marooned.

It doesn’t mean anything.

It never does.

Singapore is supposed to be a melting pot of races, cultures, and traditions. We’ve been taught that all the racial clashes in the past were a lesson to learn and that it will never happen again.

So now, we are supposed not to have any racial tensions?

So why is it that people who come from apparently more racially tense countries, find that the portion on forms we fill up almost daily, which asks – Race: Chinese, Malay, Indian, Eurasian, Others – more offensive than we do?

Isn’t the extreme awareness of our differences, make it a weird way to promote cohesiveness?

Almost all the grades are out. I’m safe. Finally. Can’t wait for Scandinavia now. I ate gooey herring in mustard on super hard cracker – some Swedish food – and it didn’t taste as bad as it looked. Although the fishy taste was a little overpowering after the first few bites. Eck! And I think I’m going to be going to eyecandy-land, from the looks of things, having had my first glimpse of hot swedish exchange boy (Who will be joining us on the trip some more. He’s a ken-doll.)

Too many movies. And I am wanting to watch more. Its like sudden influx of whatever I’ve been deprived of during the past few months.

Its always been just in my head. This time round, I hope I can just leave all the unnecessary thoughts out. Stick to what is in front of me.

I need to stop putting my emotions in the middle of the road for cars to run over.

Back home all sticky and grimy from slacking around Palawan beach (free parking ), being out in the sun, reading, walking around, shopping (I need to get a grip on the consumption bug. I DO NOT NEED ANY MORE CLOTHES, oh but the jeans were a steal and were gorgeous. love. and who doesn’t need basics? i think i need therapy. retail? HAHA. ok. I could go on forever.) with Mindy. Mindymon, stop observing my unglamness, thank you.

I am going to get a part time job whilst doing my term 3A for BSM, dream of Scandinavia, wish that my trip will plan itself out, tickets will buy themselves and appear in front of me for free. I need to do some work, earn some cash, but that may mean byebye weekends because I know what they need part-timers for. Or I can just be a bum forever more.

Gala was good, fine, ok. Screwups are all I can remember, the stress, the rush, the “omfg, why didn’t I do this earlier, why didn’t I think of that, why didn’t I think that could happen, why didn’t I remember to do that”. But it was overall good for everyone else, thats what matters right? Learn from my mistakes, get things done more efficiently next time. Lalala. I thought events management was cool, now the possible super high stress is deterring me from that path. But I doubt any job is stress-free.

‘Will you marry me?’
‘Definitely. Maybe.’

Its all about right timing. Or is it? Don’t they find each other in the end, despite long long gaps in between. So what is a happy ending?

Will I find that someone, whose name I wouldn’t change when retelling our story.

If you want to cry
I am here to dry your eyes
and in no time you’ll be fine