The stars died so that you could be here today

forbeingstrange.tumblr.com I'm the silliest girl ever. I switched to tumblr because I was getting addicted reading all the Band of Brothers stuff.

There can never be enough of that warm fuzzy feeling that comes after a sweet sweet dream. Dreamt of friends that I haven't seen in a long time. Ain't too bad to catch up with them in my dreams. The feelings and emotions in dreams are so real its a little scary.

readingiscrazy The men of Easy company are heroes, and there's no doubt that they lived to such ripe old ages, and had fulfilling lives after the war because of their bravery, love and the horrors they endured. God bless them.

He turned around and I saw he had an eye sewn shut. He's blind I thought to myself. It was all I could think about while staring at that skin covered eye. I caught myself staring. It's rude, I remembered. I dream so much in a day, if all the dreams were to happen in real life, they'd probably fill up 3 days worth of activities. It's no wonder I wake up feeling as if I didn't sleep at all. Why oh why then haven't I met Eames & Arthur in my dreamss. fuckyeahinception

I'm tired of always trying to get everything to work. If you think the tone of your voice doesn't betray your feelings, and other people aren't affected by it, then you're wrong. Won't it all be easier if I couldn't detect changes in tones? Why doesn't Singapore honour and celebrate the resistance fighters who died for Singapore during WW2. Yes, our founding fathers developed Singapore. But, that doesn't make them any more important than those patriotic souls who gave up their lives for the nation. Yet, it seems to be a forgotten history. We get documentaries on the men who built our nation, but what about the rest? It was racial harmony at its finest. Men helping each other as Singaporeans fighting for Singapore, regardless of race.

"the smaller joys come in moments where Arthur and Eames bounce off of each other." - fuckyeahinception

Fuckyeahinception is my favourite website currently. The bromance between Eames and Arthur's so cute I don't even know what to say about it

I spend 2+ hours filing. Its torturous. Then 1 week later, the papers stack up and cover my desk. I'm forced to file again. Oh god. Papers should have an 'auto-file' mechanism. It's got to be the most mundane job ever. I shouldn't be complaining given that I at least have the opportunity to file in comfort at home, and not be worrying about surviving.

Not very sure how many parents there are who would encourage their children to go to Zouk for the experience.

When it gets really cold in Singapore, I feel as if I'm in another country, in the rural areas of a foreign country where there are no skyscrapers, no 21-storey buildings, no flourescent street lamps. Or maybe I feel like I'm in a hotel room, looking out of the windows into a night scene I've never seen. Maybe its the chilly air and the purplish sky that feels out of place in Singapore. The idyllic countryside, the pitch black night sky with the twinkling shining stars are so alluring. I'd love to visit such a place again. And for some reason I like staying in hotel rooms. I even adore the big black bulky TVs. It'll probably not be the same without those relics of the last decade. Shit I'm probably crazy. This is the time of life when every of my peer is worrying about their future, about the place where they will further their studies. I am too relaxed and not worried about it.