jet me off to somewhere over the rainbow pigsty
i finally did something to my pigsty.

away with bedsheets unchanged for 3 months, away you stacks of notes, away with all you random books and papers sprawled on the floor. i welcome thee, cleanliness and order.

i never had romantic notions about my room even when everybody else around me seem to have the perfect rooms. kelv's room, if i can remember accurately, is stunning as blue boy's heaven; young alice's room looked a million dollars even though i only saw it from the photos; lola... well, at least she had a room to herself.

mine? i am just thankful i don't get stinked to death in that room.

well, it is not exactly bad to the point of no return. but because i am not a pig, i cannot go that extent of no return. so, i had decided since 2 semesters ago that i will do a major clean up of my table and parts of my room (where my sister would not implement her devastation on). i finally did it.

now, as my laptop is resting on my clear and neat grey table (thank God, i finally see the table top), i can only praise the Lord for gifting me with such an essential talent - which is to live like a human and not a pig.

hallelujah.


[no offence, sis. you're an awesome girl]

my examinations can be adequately summed up by two words as Shylock, the tragic figure from Merchant of Venice, famously quipped: "Ha, ha!".

indeed, as harry levin would specifically point out, "the most protean aspect of comedy is its potential of transcending itself, for responding to the conditions of tragedy by laughing in the darkness".

the past 3 weeks resembles nothing less to a shakespearean tragedy and has left me laughing in the dark of the night with tears streaking down my face everytime i think of this examinations. nothing short of a tragedy, nothing short.

try:
1) realizing that you did not read (or in the very first place, know about) one THICK stack of readings just 5 minutes before your paper.
1.1) flipping open the paper and NOT KNOWING anything from it because everything came from (refer to point 1) the readings
2) studying for 3 out of 6 books and having the OTHER 3 come out in your exams
3) encountering setbacks from assignment grades in the midst of studying for your papers
3.1) demoralized.
4) growing a painful and throbbing wisdom tooth while studying for your exams.

if i did not have God with me for any moment while facing all these, i would have probably surmised my courage to jump off the building than to face such academic downfall. one thing for sure, it could have ended my misery faster.

but well, here i am; still so self depracating to the state of my exams and sufficiently optimistic to not jump off the building. i guess i am relying on God's promises in the bible (which i trust my entire life to) that "all things [really, really does] work for the good of those who love God [and i believe i really do]" as romans 8:28 would appropriately comfort.

extremely dramatic way to encounter God's promise, i fathom.


[ed's note]
but to be honest, i find my worries so indequate compared to so many other people in the world. take the star awards; what our fellow brother, chew chor meng is facing is probably much more excruciating to that of my little academic woes. yet, from his demeanour i see a quiet hope in such agonies. that quiet hope i see is called faith.

a birthday celebration the lola style
i had the most meaningful (and terribly funny) conversation with lola today at a friend's 21st party. she is the most happening girl i know, really.

as we were overlooking our pretty friend (in tiara and frou-frou dress no less!) cutting her cake for her 21st birthday, lola and i talked about our own 21st birthdays (hers on 8th jul and mine, well, wear your specs to find it). i was just telling her who i will invite and what i will want to do for my birthday and all. you know, like how a 21st birthday should be.

but she completely blew my mind when she told me how she wanted hers (if she ever wants one). i was close to suffocation when she told me. HAHAHA.

extracted from our conversation:

me: so what do you want for your 21st party?
lola: i don't know, i don't really want to celebrate it.
me: really?! but confirm can earn presents and $ one.
lola: if i really want to hold a 21st, i'll make everybody wear black. and when they come, i'll make them sit in a circle with candles around and force them to mourn and cry for my lost youth.
me: *GUFFAWS*
lola: and i'll have a eulogy for my past 21 years and we will have to say things like "i will miss you, you're forever gone and is never coming back" kind of thing.
me: *LAUGHS EVEN HARDER*
lola: and i'll like have a fake coffin with my big photo in front and everybody has to cry for me. (then she said something about how her parents need to hire the priest to shake the bells for her HAHAHAHAHA)
me: OMG, then you can have your birthday party at the void deck with those yellow tentage thing.
lola: yeah! you must send me the colourful blanket so i can hang outside okay (with those chinese for "my condolences" or what not)
me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. since i'm a Christian, i'll send you the blue board with the bible verse.
lola: okay that sounds good.

i died laughing.

that's my favourite friend, everybody.

darned monkey, i condemn you to eternal damnation.

i tell you, i died. then two young boys saw my pitiful plight and decided to come to my rescue. they crunched plastic bags to distract the nincompoop monkey. when that revolting brown ball heard it, it went crazy and attempted to attack them. they screamed in cute girl voices.

but God must have spoke to them so they decided to return again to save the damsel distressed from monkey woes. the boys threw a sweet wrapper at it. the monkey decided it was no fun just bullying me; it chased after them! obviously, they fled for their dear lives, abandoning me in that perilous situation. i was close to calling the police!

seeing that the monkey was a short distance away, i quickly retrieved my sprawled items and hopefully, make a quick dash away from the scene. lo and behold, my guts flew out when the monkey, seeing that i was getting away, decided to chase after my poor soul. with a mad high-pitched squeal and a distorted constipated face, i made most dramatic exit of my life! my face was the picture of trauma and essentially, insanity. and i thought i heard giggles from the jogging men on the next field.

so obviously, i escaped.

but now, everytime i see a monkey, don't expect me to simply shun away from them; i am going to rain curses and grim abyssal damnation on their monkey souls before running away from them. yes, that is what i am going to do.

arghhhh. darned brown slabs of fur.