we are loved beyond our ability to comprehend.

I was told by my dear friend Edward I was therathermadjac-ed (Much to his disgust, since he kept nagging me to read it. And when I finally did.) while I was away in Le Hell for the week with no internet access. I must apologise for refering this person as this person. I thought it sounded rather rude. My brain wasn't thinking well that day. Do read her site though. Ps: I actually hate the public transport system in general. I just happened to be rather melancholic on days I listen to Damien Rice's Cheers Darlin'.

Anyhow. I feel like ranting. About how depressing army camps are. They make me feel like I live in North Korea. About how fucked up some taxi drivers are. Like the one I had today. About how sometimes I wonder if I am supposed to feel blessed to be living in Lee-go Land. About my constant craving for some mocha and espresso while I was in Le Hell. About how I felt horribly underdressed while I walked past my only same-age cousin unrecognised today. Once he sat beside me during a bus ride and we didn't even say hi to each other. I know, right. Puberty awkwardness didn't help much during the only times we saw each other, that was during Chinese New Year. I wonder if it is this inferiority complex I hate to admit but probably true. About how I think the army magazine is the worst publication that ever existed. About how the weekends feel like commercial breaks to a stupid show. About how I was told I missed a surprisingly brilliant production of Othello by my dowdy college in Hougang. About how I feel like I am so bloody disorientated and disconnected from everything and everyone else and I feel like even a million Prozacs won't do any good. About why I am so whiny today. It's no biggie, Shu. Get over it, for goodness's sake.

I need to get it out of my system. And I don't even know what it is.

Fuck it. Moving on.



I cannot wait.




And Ezann Lee was from my dowdy college in Hougang. Finally, their claim to fame. Appeared in Cannes ohkay.