Dear Fat Pig,

You are really fat. Obese to be exact. So obese that kids who look at you might turn into chunks of yellow fat.

You devour snacks every night at the living room like someone who hasn’t eaten for months, I’m fine with it, BUT you

I stared at the glaring screen.

The icons, commands, lines, circles, polygons and arcs on it seemed to morph into colourful swirls.

It had been 3 hours but I still couldn’t get my way around it. It was something new and totally foreign to me. How could I grasp it within such a short time? I turned around and saw everyone leaving the laboratory and pressure started to set in. How did they know how to do it? I looked back at the screen again and clicked around hoping to create the correct circles and arcs.

I could feel the veins around my temple area throbbing and my heart beating faster.

The sound of my fingertips hitting the keyboard became louder.
The clicking of the mouse became more rapid.

A friend beside me who was happily humming a random tune turned to me and

Everyone HAS to take a look at this funny video!!!

This is so good I almost fell off the chair from laughing out loud – ESPECIALLY watching his facial expression near the end of it!

Does anyone still need a proof why Jason Mraz is a musical genius?

I’ve been listening to Beau’s songs these few days to plunge myself in the inexplicable hollowness left behind by the sudden and unexpected departure of a senior last week. I’m home, happy, but at the same time, still reeling in the aftermath of his death.

Like I’ve mentioned, I don’t have any long solid connection with him previously as I met him only once (actually, far before that)  but strangely, why is it affecting me in such a way? I just can’t accept it and don’t wanna believe it. It’s very rare to get to know someone whom I truly respect and admire. Meeting him, I am

Home.

And the best thing about it?

• I can be with my family!
• I can curl up on my bed reading!
• I can escape the academic pressure for a week!
• They say you naturally look better if you feel better on the inside.
  It’s true!
  It’s either that, or the mirrors in my home reflect better
• I feel really happy, safe, secure
• I can sleep for 1o hours!

Not a lot, I know – but those mean enough of the world to me!