Happiness is coming home from a depressing examination to a lovely postcard from lovely RARA!!

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Love you Rara!!!

So recently all over the news is the Ren Ci monk scandal and my parents can't stop talking about it. Mainly because my grandfather stayed at the Ren Ci hospital a few months before he passed on. 

Brings me back to when I was in JC and the NKF thing with T.T. Durai happened. I remember talking with friends and in class about it. I remember having a rather stimulating exchange with my form teacher about the PR issues, what it means for Singapore, what it means for NKF, how it affects Singapore society...yadda yadda.

But what I remember very very clearly, was whenever I read any article I kept staring at the words T.T. Durai because...

...I kept seeing the emoticon T.T

T.T

Very clearly I have issues. -_-"""""

So, I came across some blog ranting on racism and how Mandrin and Cantonese are not the same and yadda yadda, that is sucks to be called all kind of races, EXCEPT, ya know. The correct one.

Okay. I spent 4 months getting various "OHHAAAAYO? ANEHASEAYOOOOO? NIHAAOOO?" I even got mistaken for being Thai. WTF??? Seriously. 

The first few times it was pretty funny, the next 4355388953 times provided rolleyes worthy momments. 

But you know, I don't get all angry about it. I mean seriously, we may hate being confused as China Chinese, but that isn't going to change the fact that to most Caucasians we look like China Chinese, or Japanese, or Korean, or a lot of other fair skin dark hair Asians. So ya know, it's not really their fault they confuse us.

It's like I can't tell a French from a British from a American, until they speak, and even then I'm not sure.

So take a chill pill. If need be, spend twenty miniutes explaining the difference between nationality and race. Ignorance is bad, but you're worse if you don't enlighten.

Racsim goes both ways. You can be a victim of racsim coming from yourself.

Random super-productive spurt has cause Evelyn to finish her VERY LAST DEADLINE two days before the actual deadline. Is very very very pleased. :DDD May have something to do with the rabid teas drinking, the inability to sleep (THE LAST TIME I WAS ASLEEP WAS TUESDAY MORNING) and the looking forward to tomorrow's date with Juan + XH. :DDDD

School today was all sorts of useless and all sorts of amusing.

8am lecture ended at 9am. Luckily I found it useful cause you know, haven't been reading the readings. Then there was this blurry 3 hour wait till the next lecture of which I ate, drank, talk craps with the peoples and was super productive with michy when it came to printing mroe readings I should have read. :| 

12noon lecture started at 12noon and ended at 1208. Oh joy is us. We were vvvv stunned. And dear 48 stepped into class at 1208, just in time to see the last slide. Oh happiness! But really, 48 seems to have a knack for these sort of unwelcomed perfect timings. XD

If I graduate, this is my last week in school. 

Are you ready Evelyn?

So while doing my HY2254 project, I cam across a picture showing what seems like a night race with a caption:

"A 3000-strong crowd gathers to watch hell-riders tear down the Orchard Road-Peneng Road "circuit". Some spectators formed a human barrier to precent other vehicles from entering the 'race-track" - Francic Ong 1977. (160 years of The Straits Times in Pictures)

1977.

Clearly, the people of Singapore were more progressive than the government who rejected F1, only to court it back years later.

I wish I could just fuck care everything and run away.

Except, staying and being miserable requires less courage. 

Much less.

blue sky and never ending greens.

we frolic and walk.

the sun is bright, we don't need silly coats.

this is what I miss.