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  • きゅうけい

    Took the day off to rest.

    It was an invigorating day reducing the self into a sitcom-watching, eating, napping non-contributor to Lee’s social state. And a well-deserved one too – at least according to my yardstick for what over-worked is. After tearful days of trying to meet the mentorship deadline (and failing rather miserably), chionging for Oral Presentation, the actual presentation, followed by 5 hours of training, I was ready to kill any bitch standing between my bed and I.

    So I ate six dumplings and cheese fries and promptly fell asleep in front of the telly.

    And then woke up mid-day, ate, watched the telly (sometimes concurrently), and then fell dead to the world after awhile. It’s like I’m on life support and it’s of such very shoddy quality I’m unable to sustain past 2 hours of Cougar Town.

    The only thing that managed to dupe me out of my stupor was the redolence of dinner.

    In retrospect I really do sound (at least in cyberspace) like a morbidly obese unemployed American man who eats off the can, steals his neighbor’s cable, and whose greatest achievement is getting a 12 year old online to believe he’s George Clooney. Offense to Americans fully intended.

    But I’m not that. I’m just a wasting teenager who believes for this to be appropriate preparation for facilitating a three day camp. After which I will be COMPLETELY FREE. Except of course there’s the whole A LEVEL EXAMINATION NEXT YEAR shizz. I’ll be spiraling into impending madness soon TQVM. Watch me stay alive.

    ALSO, WHAT IS WITH TUMBLR?

    I don’t get why it’s even a blog? Is it a representation of how degenerate the human capability to produce original statements has become? Because, idk, this whole REBLOGGING shit? You’re essentially just regurgitating pretty stuff you like online. That’s kind of like cheating, and discouraging self creation. It’s appalling and yes I’m looking straight at you Sim Xin Yi.

    I’d rather have just one incoherent misspelled post from you then five hundred reblogs of Ron Weasley angst and/or whimsical photos of girls I don’t know looking spastic on a rustic sea of grass and balloons. If you know what I mean.

    POST. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THAT BETCH.

    November 9, 2010

  • Right Now

    Right now I aim to rediscover myself.

    It’s a little frustrating, with all the work going on when what I really wanted post-promos is a little rest and alone time-

    I just wanna lay around and sleep to be completely honest.

    But life goes on~ (and poems due in 1 day.)

    :-(

    Well, so. Yeah I’m off Facebook, Twitter and MSN if you’ve noticed. Nothing specific, and I really haven’t been planning it at all. It was just a sudden need to get off this cyber-life we’re all revolving around, a whole lot of other reasons including distraction and privacy.

    And another, I don’t want my social life to be dependent on the internet. I hate the way I’m so accustomed to random, truncated online conversations. So I’m doing it old school.

    I can be found via email or phone- I promise to reply ASAP. Spam me all you want.

    Peace out y’all, see you when I do. <3

    November 6, 2010

  • Stage: Renewal.

    (more…)

    November 6, 2010

  • Sry Xin…

    …for constantly koping your blog posts of our conversations as fillers.

    WQ:  I AM GNA PLAY ROBOT UNICORN ATTACK

    XIN: SRSLY? I JUDGE YOU

    WQ: WHY?  And on my newsfeed it says:  YOUR MORE AWESOME HALF OF FRIENDS ARE PLAYING UNICORN ROBOT ATTACK

    XIN: K OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE LYING TO YOU, BECAUSE IF IT WERE YOUR MORE AWESOME HALF I WOULD BE IN THAT LIST. BUT I’M NOT. HENCE LOGIC FAIL.

    WQ:  Yeap.  WOHOHO.

    XIN: ???

    WQ:  LOL  I dno… There are just so many angles of criticism here anticipating, I dunno which to choose.

    XIN: ARE YOU DRUNK

    WQ: NO LA haha

    XIN:  NO SRSLY ARE YOU DRUNK? BECAUSE I DONT GET WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT AND IT SCARES ME.

    WQ: omg am i drunk!?  ALL I DRANK TODAY WAS MILO PLUS COFFEE BUBBLE TEA and like, plain water so idk.  I also dno what I’m saying BUT I’M NOT DRUNK.  Maybe just degenerated
    intelligence wise

    XIN:
    k maybe your house was like sprayed with with alcohol. I feel so autistic,  it took me 7 tries and google to spell alcohol.  BUT BESIDES THAT. MAYBE THEY SPRAY IT IN YOUR HOUSE.  LIKE YOU CAN SPRAY BUTTER AND OIL RIGHT?  FOR BAKING!  SO MAYBE THEY DID IT TO YOUR HOUSE BUT IN ALCOHOL!

    WQ:  Um…  MAYBE YOU ARE THE DRUNK ONE

    XIN:  K i just realised how deranged I sound.  I’M JUST GOING TO STOP TALKING NOW BECAUSE I THINK DRUNKENESS IS CONTAGIOUS.  THROUGH THE INTERNET.

    WQ: HAHAHAHA

    October 23, 2010

  • take that and rewind it back

    Good friends, good conversations.

    October 23, 2010

  • too high, can’t come down.

    SO I HAVEN’T BEEN POSTING FOR AGES. JC life SCARES.

    During Promos I was semi-hiatus-ed, and Post-Promos I was too busy having a life. HELL YEAH I HAVE A LIFE K. Right. A quick update.

    Spent girl-time with 10A16<3 Especially during FOS (Ares Soccer 2, lousy but had the most awesome time). AND CLASS SLEEPOVER @ JZ’S FRIDAY YAY.

    Out with Nat, Shreen, Chan. Cam-whored and frolicked around Scape. (SEE YOU ON THE DANCEFLOOR!)

    Thai Noodle House with the Partaaaye, Amanda Deebs Nikki Geoff and Xin, and

    Wonderfalls/Clueless/Dead Like Me at Xin’s with Beni Becky Shreen REI-EN.

    Dinner at Cafe Cartel with Daphne and the Xin sans CELINE who pangseh-ed and was disappointed that i wasn’t disappointed.

    HTHT with G. (WEIRDASS<3)

    AND KAYAKING SABBATS SO FUN. (albeit one day, was late for day 2 D-:) I AM NOW A HALF-STAR KAYAKER.

    PW Mini-Trial where we filmed Bryan being a ‘tard around DG and then finally succumbed to Board Gaaames.

    I’m sorry that was largely for personal reference.

    So right now it’s back to reality, GETTING PAPERS BACK (NUUUU!), PW chionging, desperately seeking inspiration for my mentorship pieces.

    Life is..

    I’ll come back to you on that one.

    <3

    My eyelid cyst or whatever it is )-:

    October 19, 2010

  • You know what i mean

    I miss St. Nick’s.

    In a way it has left me largely disillusioned about life outside of its haven.

    SN is essentially this large family of very different individuals sharing the most inexplicable but strongest bond I’ve ever felt in my life (which yeah is kinda short, but I know a good thing when I have one). The SN Spirit. I took it for granted that throughout my life, everyone will be as accepting, as loving, as like-minded as the girls in SN.

    K it didn’t break me, I have to take it that life really IS like that, and there are jerks and bitches populating this Earth and they can very well eat you for lunch. But my point here is that in SN, it’s not like that.

    Even our most vicious of bitch fits are just petty girl fights that mostly end with hugs and reconciliation (usually on Reflections Day, which I think summarizes the SN spirit pretty well despite it’s emotional namby-pambyness).

    In which other school can you, in the middle of assembly, have an entire 4 cohorts of girls looking up at a rainbow in the morning sky and hear this near collective intake of breath; or have everyone cheer for a single girl (who might very well be a stranger to you) on her last lap of 2.4, even joining in to finish the run with her; or singing ‘IJ Spirit burning bright’ the loudest you’ve ever sang and crying between balloons during a teacher’s last day of school?

    It’s not about the age, the fact that we’re in a convent school, that we’re single sex, or that we’re united in being forced into wearing SN socks. It’s just something that happens when you’re in SN. You’re taught that to survive, you have to love.

    Love yourself, love your friends, love those who hate you. It’s with this unspoken motto in mind that we spent four of our greatest years. I don’t know how to describe it, but the closest I can get is beautiful. It’s an environment virtually free from any real form of shittyness.

    I’ve met some amazing people in Hwach, and it’s one of my greaaaatest wish that they can experience the SN spirit because it’s just so beautiful and they are too. Yeah, just that. Beautiful. Basking in our love and joy and peace and rainbows and butterflies (as in, seriously, we have a butterfly garden), everything is just purely beautiful.

    There were so many people I can respect in SN, despite their being total opposites. Their passion, their attitude and spirit, their ability to be genuinely kind and willing to help no matter what.. everything about all SN girls becomes so impressive omgosh I don’t think I’ll ever finish this post properly, neither can I actually go on anymore.

    I just miss being around beautiful things a lot. :-(

    September 9, 2010

  • Don’t Copy Me!

    WQ: ‘you’re looking at MAKE UP? Am i the only one here free from the social constructs of beauty!?’

    Xinyi: ‘OMG IT’S SO SHINY!!!
    ________________________________________________________

    WQ: when will you find the need to be shiny?

    Beni: at a Halloween party?

    Xin: …where you dress up as Edward Cullen.
    _________________________________________________________

    Debbie: I don’t like the word fallacious. It’s so.. phallic.
    _________________________________________________________

    Dad: ‘Door open big big ah!’

    Mom: ‘Wah, door open big big ah? Your English speak good good!’
    _________________________________________________________

    Me: ‘What’s the dog’s breed!’

    Mom: ‘A Sushi!’

    Me: ‘HUH?’

    Mom: ‘Oh I mean Shih Tzu. But I had a Hot Dog once!’
    _________________________________________________________

    September 3, 2010

  • Strength

    To be honest, I’m one of the most tolerant person I know. But there is just one select character type I have absolutely no patience or respect for.

    Those who are weak.

    I’m not sure how to describe them properly though. People who are just so oblivious to what they have. People who are preoccupied with dwelling on little setbacks. People who sensationalize, dramatize, whine and moan about life instead of picking themselves up and actually doing something constructive to repair it.

    I see that as ultimate weakness. And it disgusts me.

    Annoying people I can bear with. Insensitive I can overlook. Long winded I can live with. People with the tendency to see life with such a negative perception, while affecting others around you because of your so called sufferings- I’m sorry. I feel no sympathy for you. At all.

    It’s not like I don’t try. I’ll try to see it from their point of view, understand their problems. But that just makes their constant emo fests seem less justified. Because if I were them, I’d have picked myself up within an hour.

    Maybe it’s unfair to compare myself with everyone else, since I can get over things quickly. But then I look around me at the strong ones.

    The ones with problems they do not post all about facebook and twitter and their blogs. Those with problems so deep and intense you will never understand, and will never imagine yourself going through. Yet in real life I don’t see these problems affecting them at all.

    Strong people (you know who you are, whether from HC or SN), for that I really admire you.

    When I think about it, my circle of close friends are the strong sort. Even when emo bouts do abound, there’s a difference. They talk about letting go, about staying strong, about faith. They do not go on about just how miserable their lives are and how they’d rather just hole up and die.

    People, you don’t understand suffering yet. Please just quit sensationalizing the obstacles that everyone experience. In fact these people seem to be the ones with the most insignificant problems.

    The kind of people who are so sheltered they have never been shaken by the magnitude of news that might potentially change their lives.

    I’ve been relatively lucky myself, also attributed to my ability to be optimistic I guess. Whatever happens, I’m assured I’d somehow be able to get through it myself. Instead of moping around and making it seem like a greater thing than it actually is and spending my time thinking depreciating thoughts, I’d rather just move on.

    And if you’re guilty of the above, maybe you should too.

    This place is just so saturated with emotional weakness it really sickens me. It makes me exhausted because trying so hard to muster up sympathy for your sad little problems when I know behind you is someone working hard to get over a problem hundred times greater than yours, without having to go through your self indulgent pitying.

    Really. Just get over yourselves.

    I’m sorry if this sounds harsh, but sometimes someone just needs to kick everyone back to reality and show them properly how dwarfed their issues become next to Life. I don’t like seeing people upset, especially when they don’t HAVE to be.

    You can’t change the situation. But you can change your perception of it. That’s all you need to bloody do for your sad pathetic life to get better, in case you want to know. To get over yourselves.

    August 28, 2010

  • Kokuhaku (Confessions)

    Dying to watch this! Am very excited WHEN WILL IT BE ON LOCAL SCREEN?

    August 24, 2010

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