Smallville rocks! BE sucks!

The weather's so freaking hot! Makes my blood boil. The sun's so bad that I can't even step out of the house without sunscreen. Even if it is just around the neighbourhood. The whole house feels as if it is baking. I am cooked!

Anyway because of the sweltering heat, for the past week I have been mostly staying at home, oogling at the most beautiful woman in the world, Kristin Kreuk, handsome Tom Welling and my prince charming, Michael Rosenbaum.

Back from Smallville, I was busy fidgeting with Adobe Photoshop and coming up with designs for BE. I had to master Adobe in one freaking week and come with "classic, sleek" design for namecards, bearing in mind that BE is the MediaCorp of SMU. *Puke*

Anti-Caroline Part 2

I am so proud of myself. After much procrastination, I finally put on my running shoes and stepped into the gym. I think I must be getting old because after a jog on the treadmill, 10 minutes on the cycling machine and 26 biceps workout, my muscles officially launched a protest.

Gosh. I couldn't even lift my arms when I tried patting moisturiser onto my face. So, tomorrow will definitely be a rest day for me.

Excuses, Huiling, excuses.

Anyway, I am going to the library tomorrow. To check up on voodoo spells. It is intended for my BGS Prof, Caroline ILoveBoysSoMuchThatIAmGoingToGiveThemAnA+EvenIfTheyHandUpCrap Yeoh. It is for this lovely (Read: Puke!) woman. My foot! Thanks to you. One course has officially drowned. Thanks, dude. I am going to remember you forever. I am so going to find a doll and poke and poke and poke!!! Argh!

Live life like I was dying.

Sometimes the most unexpected things happen. Things that make you take a double-step back and say "What?". People die. Just like that. Just returned from my cousin-in-law's wake. He was a bright, healthy young man. Optimistic and jovial. He got married barely 2 months ago. And he left her just like that.

Makes me wonder what is life exactly about. Because if humans were made to die, why did we lived in the first place? We didn't ask to be born. All of a sudden, I am scared. Scared of death. I am not scared of the process of dying. I am just scared that if I were to die the next day, what have I not done. There are so many things in the world that I want to do.

I want to sit on the beach and watch the sunrise. To see the break of dawn and the first ray of light seeping through the dark, semi-grey clouds. I want to see seagulls sailing into the grey sky morning. To smell the fresh but salty air around me. To watch waves lap onto the soft, smooth sand. I want to speak sweeter. To give foregiveness to people I have denied. To read a good book. To drink a good cup of coffee. I want to walk down the streets of Europe. Experience the anxiety and exhilaration of walking down the streets with a map. To smell the freshly brewed coffee and baguette.

Many people are confused. People tend to get too carried away by their studies, their careers and whatsoever. They live their life by the hustle and bustle such that they forget to live. I am guilty of that too. Sometimes I get depressed just thinking about my life. My priorities. Are my priorities mixed up? There is no doubt that I place schoolwork as one of my top priorities. Only because I don't want to let my parents down. At the same time, I get so caught up that I don't even get to spend enough time with my family. What if I were to die tomorrow? If there is such thing as afterlife, will I want to be full of self-reproach or only be consumed by pangs of contrition?

No. I refuse to let that happen. From now on, I want to live my life. Live like I was dying.