"Whatever you have always been a robot."

I hope you are happy.

I hope you find someone who wouldn't be as tainted as I am.

Not a bully, wouldn't take you for granted, treat you like diamonds.

Someone who wouldn't force you to grow up any faster than you should.

Sensitive, understanding, not a robot.

Pretty, cute, musically inclined so you both could start a band together.

Intelligent and established.
Someone who wasn't so insecure and skeptical so she would believe you when you said those 3 words.
and she wouldn't run away because she'd believe you without any convincing.
Someone who wasn't so afraid to fall in love, of commitment.

Everything I was not.

<3

The world might end on Friday so,

Please let it end though, Universe. Do you suppose by using the Law of Attraction, I might be able to achieve world annihilation? There has been a trend of sorts with people falling out, tracing enemy lines with bloodstained fingers (oh lookit me. Sorry. I've been reading) so my theory is that we would all kill each other.

I'm cool with killing.

That fact usually scares people.

But I mean it in the most guileless way. There is serenity in the act of ending a person's life. Seeing their eyes roll back, their hands fall limp, their entire body a mere shell. The person you knew / never knew just another one of us without its ego.

Okay yes so that was heavy. Here's something light, but not really.

............................................... Kitty: ... but what if they can't speak about the things you care about and
................................................all your conversations are frivolous and surficial?
............................................... Oppa: If I really like a person it wouldn't matter. I don't need them to be
................................................interested in such things because I know who to go to if I wanted
................................................to discuss deep things. If they are not fun, I have fun friends who
................................................can do fun things with me. It shouldn't matter.


So I was pondering over this new concept and realised that the notion would deem a partner an accessory. What purpose would they serve? Company? I don't know. Ugh am I thinking too much. Wtf is this. I need my brain to stop working for a bit. Every time a new perception is introduced to me, I cannot let it go until I figure out if it makes sense or not!

A few peculiar things:

I.
I seem to be experiencing an odd...
stirring.
As I usually put it.

II.
It is impossible to predict what I usually can predict fairly simply.

III.

Sometimes I turn into a baboon lord.

IIII.
Things are progressing in an manner unusual to me.
(refer to point II.)

V.
I have not smoked for 2 whole days
!!
!!
!!
I know right.
OMG.

VI.
I look like the love child between a shark and a stapler.

VII.
My best friend isn't online today.
Work just got 98% more meaningless.

VIII.

Christmas is approaching and I...

won't be bringing a date to my family's dinner this year.

Which is a first since...

2007? 2008?

XI.
"I wish I could take away your sadness."
is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me ever.
Screw ilu and what not seriously.
(not that I disregarded her ilu)
(sorry)

XII.
Christmas is approaching and I...
won't be buying presents for anyone this year.
Which is a first since...
FOREVER.
(okay, since I was 16 or smth idk.)

XIII.
Christmas is approaching with lacklustre cheer
and more than anything,
I would really like to disappear.

bunny oven time

.................................................................Kitty : Let's put it at 250º!

.................................................................Jelly : No, cannot!

.................................................................Kitty : But it says here that the maximum temperature for... IS THAT A BUNNY.

.................................................................Jelly : No... it's a turkey...

It's a bunny. The turkey is the one at the end. 

Also while sketching this, I realised there was a BULL.

Where is this oven from and what the fuck is going on in that part of the world?!

A picture!

My oppa and I have so little pictures together, it is quite possible to count them. I think this is the second picture ever.

...........................................................Me : It makes me cringe when people post pictures of  ..........................................................themselves and their partners with mushy, cheesy captions 

...........................................................declaring their undying love.

...........................................................Oppa : What's wrong with that? People love each other what.

...........................................................Me : Okay then I take picture of our Macdonalds

...........................................................and post on Facebook saying, "oh, today was the first time 

...........................................................my oppa and I ever ate Macdonalds together."

The conversation was funnier in the car.

It really was the first time we ever had Macdonalds together. It's quite amazing. As in not Macdonalds, but the fact that we had known each other for 3? 4? years? and have always eaten at...

OH MY GOD NO IT ISN'T THE FIRST TIME WE HAVE HAD MACS TOGETHER.

There was this time when we ordered Macs at 7am after partying, feeling like shit and being damn bloody tired and we ate in awkward silence in the dining room while my parents chanted their buddhist hymns.

My whole life has been a lie.

Boy parts.

Yesterday's meeting.

Surviving on 3 hours of sleep today.

Hooray.

On crying

While on my way home from work today, a girl walked past me crying.
She seemed like she was struggling with her tear ducts so I went up to her and extended a packet of tissues.

She smiled a sad smile and I told her, "everything is going to be alright." Which, on hindsight, was rather presumptuous of me since you know, maybe things aren't ever going to be alright for her. She could be planning suicide tonight. Whatever the case, she accepted it with a polite, "thank you" and I gave her a pat on the back.
Her sniffles lost a bit of control then but they were quickly placed back on silent. I told her that she wasn't alone, and I wished I could cry. Then walked away.

Revealing personal information to strangers you'd never meet again is strangely liberating.