Monthly Archives: June 2014

Am I Too Young To Be So Bitter?

Am I Thirty Yet

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A few weeks ago I went to my friend’s graduation. I’m one of those people who tends to cry at everything. I can’t even watch 95% of the commercials they air these days without a box of tissues on hand. So I warned my friend that I’m probably going to tear up at some point during the ceremony. Graduations can be an emotional thing and I just knew one of those speeches was going to get to me.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. Sadness was the last thing on my mind. If I was going to tear up, it would have been from laughing so hard. I laughed at most of the speeches. It was either I laugh or scream with rage. Anger. That’s the emotion I felt the most during the graduation ceremony.

I graduated from college over four years ago. I owe a ton of money from student loans…

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Doomsday

As the days draw near, I seem to have adopted an attitude of nonchalance about my upcoming Mid Year Examinations, and to be honest I’m way more afraid of this attitude of mine than I ever will be of any exam. Afterall in Singapore, you’ll learn to be resigned to your fate, sooner or later. You’ll have to take that bloody exam anyway, might as well fret less and do it with your eyes closed. Despite the many “milestones” you’re made to go through, nothing other than your A Levels counts eventually.

Students in Singapore have essentially the Worst of both worlds, or worlds beyond 2 even. This is beginning to sound overly pessimistic but how can you not be? After experiencing a life in a society where everyone has tuition and eats Stress for lunch? 

Seriously? We all know it’s just a joke when they call it the June Holidays right? And we’re not kidding. I mean, has anyone EVER looked up the meaning of “holiday” in the dictionary? I definitely don’t mean the Singapore dictionary. I believe the true meaning has at least something along the lines of “rest, relaxation, leisure” maybe even? HA HA. Fat hope man. 

Students, especially JC students walk around with their eyes barely open, often lugging a bag full of mugging materials. What does it tell you when Starbucks becomes just another place for the mugging cycle to take place? When JC kids start sprouting white hair? When dark eye circles and eyebags are nothing uncommone? When staying up late is no longer due to insomnia but rather due to perhaps, this evil thing called H******k? 

Speaking of which, oh dear I’m afraid I’ve spent far too much time blogging, do you KNOW how much we can do in 15 minutes????

Seeya. Gotta Mug.

Here I am again, seeking respite from the consistent sucking-at-math-despite-actually-practicing (by that I mean the TYS and I’m sorry if that’s too low level for you more mathematically inclined people out there but my abilities are limited in the short term. In the long term however, my factors of production (of better grades) would be more mobile and perhaps by then I would have acquired a better brain or something. (Plus points if you got the econs reference and highfive too fellow mugger) 

Well the point of this post however, is to introduce you guys (who again?) to a new band, and in particular, a song.

Band name: Rixton (I may be slow on this cos the last time I watched their video it already garnered 9 mil views :0) but yeah they’re good.

Song Title: Me and My Broken Heart

“Me And My Broken Heart”

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

Yeah…

[Verse 1:]
Shot gun, aimed at my heart, you got one
Tear me apart and then some
How do we call this love
I try to run away but your eyes
Tell me to stay, oh why,
Why do we call this love

[Pre-Chorus:]
It seems like we’ve been losing control
Somebody tell me I’m not alone
When I say

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

[Verse 2:]
Maybe some part of you just hates me
You pick me up and play me
How do we call this love?
One time tell me you need me tonight
To make it easy, you lie
And say it’s all for love

[Pre-Chorus:]
It seems like we’ve been losing control
Somebody tell me I’m not alone
When I say

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

[Bridge:]
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Me and my broken heart
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Me and my broken
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Me and my broken)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How do we call this?

It’s just me
It’s just me
It’s just me
Me and my broken heart

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

 

Happy-ish melody aside, I think the lyrics are extremely relatable though, maybe it’s the same teenage angst, needy for love mentality HAHAHA. Kidding, love ya Rixton 😉

 

 

 

 

She picks at her nails. Soon enough, flakes of blue and pink polish covered the table. She picks at them some more, desperate to scratch all the polish off, but there remained some stubborn flakes clung to her fingernails.

Her nails were her sanity, her soul. On good days she painted them, the colours nice and bright and summery, on stressful days she bit on them, on sad days she picked at them. 

Many a time, her friends who would look disdainfully at her broken nails and exclaim that she could get them manicured. 

What they didn’t know was that her nails were her soul, and they were and broken as she was. The demons clawed at her heart every night, planting horrible thoughts in her head, watering the seeds every night, watching it reach it’s roots deep into the depths of her fragile heart, once so innocent and pure, now stained. 

Insanity was coming for her. And nothing could save her this time.