it's a two way street folks

my dear mates in school are cuh-ray-zee. hahah, we just kept laughing and laughing and laughing (:
i was a goner by chinese, kept nodding off! after which, just hung out abit with jasmine and ryna, aiyar those nuts. :D love you guys!

on the way home, read the notes for king lear.

Regan: Have him hanged.
Goneril: Gouge out his eyes.

My heart goes out to Gloucester actually.
Followed by Lear, and then.. Goneril and Regan for bein----
THIS IS THE PART WHERE MY DAD BROUGHT MY DOG BACK AND HE JUST SPRINTS INTO THE HOUSE AND POUNCES ON MY MOM WHO WAS HAVING A BUSINESS CALL AND SHE STARTED SCREAMING AND I THINK DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILIES ARE REALLY AWESOME

okay back to the point.

I feel sorry for Goneril and Regan for being unable to feel and reciprocate the love that Lear had for them, because no love can be felt without having the desire to give love.
mmm, i've never done literature, so i don't know when i'm venturing into the wrong sphere of getting to personal with my views and i often find myself screaming at cliffnotes and saying "Nooooooooooooooo!"


wellllll anyway. i'm pretty crazy about this song. enjoy!







If man is judged by their superficial fronts, does that make the viewer superficial as well? We judge, we judge, we judge. It's human nature, nobody can blame nobody for that. But it's kind of terrible having to sit on hands, wishing that you had a society-mindset-eraser in hand. Even the most brilliant, emotive, foreseeing intellectuals do it, so do the most shallow of us all, inside and out. And even all of that description is due to being judgemental. We all know that the deeper depths of every being is intrinsic, individual, and unique in their own ways. And as much as one is labelled for being XXXXXXX, whatever it is, or slapped with the assumption that his/her personality traits are like XXXXXXX, good or bad, we all stage our fronts, just like how knights wear shining armour. It may be a self-defence mechanism, or it may be an actual reflection of one's inner beauty, it may be ugly, it may be scoffed at, it may be despised, it may receive negative response, it may be mocked, but we all paint a face.

It is only but.
A painted, face.

Wipe away it all, and we have a clean, fresh-faced, gift from heaven.

Maybe thinking the bigger/better of a person helps you wipe off the paint as well, not just splashing more, vandalising it more than it already should be.


That's the problem with blogs.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have to see your paint.
I too am wielding a paintbrush as we speak, and it's a helpless, monstrous thing to do.
Help me wipe off your paint, please. Before I splash the colours.