Hello there. It's been quite a while since I last blogged here so if you're wondering if I'm alive and well, yes I am very much alive so you don't have to get all worried and call the cops and everything..
who am I kidding? No one reads this blog HAHA
Anyway I've just started JC and it's been quite a crazy ride so far. I am definitely enjoying looking at the tall and older-looking secondary school students in the MRT, feeling all superior and thinking; "Wow. I am, like, older than them", and I love the freedom that we have here, especially compared to the time when I was in that self-righteous shit of a sec school(ok it wasn't that bad, but it was definitely self-righteous). I made some pretty amazing friends here, all of them are incredibly nice and weird and bruised and probably mentally ill in their own way. So all is great, BUT WHY AM I LOSING MY SANITY HERE??
Let's start with the fact that I am in JC in the first place. About a year ago, I kept telling myself "Why would I wanna go through 2 more years of classes that I don't give a shit about, only to graduate and go the conventional way like everyone else, have a shitty job, be stuck in an office and DIE A MISERABLE WOMAN?". Fast forward 1 year later, and here I am. Ok to be fair, a year ago, I got my life lessons from a stoner movie(Dazed and Confused) so I probably should never listen to myself, but I feel seriously stifled here. The only class that I like so far is Literature, while the others just make me wanna burn my head in an oven. Not to mention my dad who keeps telling me every single day that I should've taken the science stream because he wants me to be some kind of an engineer and shit. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, and I know he's trying to understand me, but he's not succeeding. The fact that he's even trying so hard is enough, though. I know I shouldn't complain so much, I am extremely lucky to even have the opportunity to study in Singapore, but it's burning me bit by bit. I guess I should just toughen up and bear with it for (less than) 2 years (and try not to be so freaking bipolar).
I keep holding on to this piece written by Zooey Deschanel, which is just incredibly relatable from start to end
It doesn't really look like her but this was my first decent sketch in ages ok