Commodification

"While a person dies every day during the eight or more hours in which he or she functions as a commodity, individuals come to life afterward in their spiritual creations. But this remedy bears the germs of the same sickness: that of a solitary being seeking harmony with the world."

- Che Guevara

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Drowning

I think I'm that.

I know how to swim. I land in troubled waters, and I struggle. I panic. I flap my limbs around trying to get to something, anything, and I panic. I grab onto something. A plank. Some more planks. Eventually, I hold out long enough to chance upon a lifejacket. I hold on to them for my dear life, and the waters still.

I hold on to them still, I hold on so tightly.

Then the waters rise in havoc again. I lose the planks. I clutch onto the lifejacket so tightly as I get embroiled in the mess, and now I don't know what will become of me; if I'll be as lucky this time.

Problem isn't if I survive. What's bad is, throughout it all, I forgot that I know how to swim. And the pressing problem now is: I can't remember.


/edit: Now listening to Nell. They're good. Or he. Idk which.

If I were to write a book

Yeah, so I was watching this talk show where the guests were asked what they wanted to write about if they were to publish a book. It got me wondering too..

My book would be titled 'Growing Up'. LOL cliche title I know, but I don't wanna give it a fanciful title because there isn't anything fanciful about it at all. And I know, I'm not even an adult yet, but there are lots of things I believe I know already. Age is but a number yeah.

I think certain blogposts of mine would be good material. Lol. But the thing is, why would people be even interested in what I think? Haha, but given the chance though, I would really wanna publish such a book in future. Hmm.

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Anyway I'm using my phone to blog now. Hard to type, but I'll get the hang of it ...eventually. Off to study now, I need to stop being distracted. Bye!

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Money love, fashion fame; and all that's in between

You know that happiness you're afraid to let end. You know those chances you wish you never let slip. What happened? Life happened. That's what it is.

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Okay, so tomorrow I'm getting a new phone! I just hope I don't fall sick (s'been three days since I started feeling like my brain got blended) and I hope the admin stuff goes well cause there're loads of stuff I need to clarify regarding my plan before I can get it. AND I hope I get to keep my number too; it rolls on my tongue. Tutu oh, tutu fai~

Then again if it doesn't work out it's God's way of telling me that I'll be distracted by it. Lol 24 days to A's and I'm still feeling like it's 240. Hmmmmm okay nah maybe 90. Yeah, something like that.

Today was Graduation Day and yesterday I considered skipping. Only when I got to school and got out of the boring speeches and announcement of sushi honour roll and whatnot did I realize why Huixian went "WHYYYY" when I told her my intentions of skipping. People were taking photos, giving out letters to classmates and friends, grabbing teachers for a shot, chattering (with excitement? I think) and running around. I never thought that much of it ..and I was of course disoriented. Um, wow.

I felt sorry though. To my friends. It's like I never considered anything special to do for them, and I felt like what Shiqi described me as was very apt: socially awkward. Lol, Idk why, are these like the effects of closing myself up? Or am I just thinking too much and I'm actually just ill and out-of-it? I hope it's the latter. But at one point I felt so (emotionally) wrecked I almost cried. Held it in though, everyone'd think I was crazy.

Took photos with class clique and then with the 1013 clique. I hope my presence made up for something, and I tried to liven things up a bit, so.. Yup. Can't help but doubt myself though, why am I so horrid?

Hais.

Now listening to: Take Me Away by U-KISS. Had immense potential to be a much better song but it's alright, my type of song lol.