Was on the way home on bus 66 today when this teenage couple sitting in front of me kept flirting and kissing each other. I would like to express my gratitude to them for juxtaposing my non-existential love life.

Call me envious, jealous or whatever, but I really felt like bludgeoning them with my Organic Chemistry textbook, and flinging them out of the bus with my telekinetic powers that is as non-existential as my love life.

The textbook is probably the reason why I'm not attached, but annoying couples, I beseech you to get a room to do your hanky panky stuff.

That is all, and thanks for the eyesore.

I like to pretend that I'm responsible for rainfall, that the weather changes with my mood.
It feels good to project my turbulent emotions in the form of downpours.
Very therapeutic.
But again, I'm probably fantasising too much.

It doesn't help for me to be put into situations where my abnormality potentially shines through like a diamond. Some days I really think I would be better off strutting down the streets in heels. But I guess we have to live with the 'what is' and stop brooding over the 'what if's. Easy to say, though hard to execute.

I must commend myself for being such a good actor, that I let some others have the impression that I ooze confidence, and emit a snobbish vibe where everyone around me are lesser mortals. They don't know a thing about me, and they're sorely mistaken.

For me to keep up with pretenses of normalcy eats at my soul everyday.

Just when it can't get worse, a particular bitch wants to antagonise me by pushing the blame for her own losses away to us. The only reason I will not retaliate is because I'm showing face to my friends working under her.

But nothing lasts forever.

I sometimes wonder how I came to be myself now, being cold and calculating.
I guess it is typical for me to project an icy exterior, similar to that of the shell of Cancer the Crab.

However, it's not as if I've been hurt tremendously by others before such that I am qualified to have trust issues. Maybe watching too many shows that involve scheming has had bad influences on me.

Or rather I've glimpses of how ugly the world can be that not trusting people is the wise decision.

I declare Blow Me (One Last Kiss) as my stress management song.
It feels like I can watch the whole world burn and strut down the street unscathed listening to this song.
And this is a song that allows you to yell at people that they're full of shit.
What's not great about that?

The last part of the video especially appeals to me where someone takes me far far away, although preferably not on a bicycle with wings.

I borrowed an Organic Chemistry textbook, and I'm gonna conquer it.

Just shows how mundane my life is if that's a highlight. 

I think my excrement in the morning was red thanks to the Kimchi.