That I couldn't follow through
My mother took me, my brother and dad over to Tampines Mall to have Swensen's for breakfast. Initially, I was going to the library so I carried a bag full of books. In the end, the session was cancelled and I didn't know about it. So, I was quite angry at first because I was the one who had to double-check - and moreover, I didn't carry the responsibility of hosting the study session.
I kind of realised that everything seems to go wrong every single day for me and it's really surprising that I could keep level-headed and not lose my temper so often. Well, I let out my frustrations to my friends then, and they gave me an indifferent reply, as if they're not intending to apologise for the inconvenience they've caused me - but I'm honestly not angry now, even though they were being insincere. They would have found me an unreasonable bitch for venting my anger on them anyway, but it couldn't be helped.
I was ranting on and on about what I'm going through, my anger, all of my stress to my parents, while I was buying Converse, and having my dad ask me if I wanted to buy something for lunch when I was home studying. I kept thinking about all the bad things in my life when it suddenly dawned on me that, if my life was horrible, would I even be here, blogging? Or maybe, even be able to buy new school shoes, or have lunch whenever I want to? Am I the beggar you see in the streets, desperately trying to sell away small packets of tissue paper? For the first time ever, I realised that all of my problems actually amounted to nothing, compared to those who have to tackle their shortcomings or cope with their setbacks bravely each day. What's with that little bit of anger, when I can be happy instead? What's with all that negative talk about stress and tackling challenges in life when I can be thankful for the life I have been leading all this while? I was so overwhelmed by how selfish I was. Whoa, I mean, I felt so guilty even though I was supposed to be the one who was hurt in the first place, and it felt really good. It gave me the perfect excuse to not be angry anymore. :D
So, as you have read, I did a revamp of my room a few nights ago, and I've decided to be random and snap a few pictures of it with my phone's camera... pardon me for the crappy quality! Just giving you a brief walkthrough of my room. XD
This is, undoubtedly, my workspace - looks pretty minimal when I'm skipping all the details!
Here are two of the hangings/posters on my wall, and the soft toys I've collected when I travelled overseas.
My haven for reading - however, my interest still hasn't expanded to larger bookshelves...
A close-up of the stuff on the shelves, including all the souvenirs (in the form of keychains) I've collected and gifts from my friends... and a brochure collection, weird I know.
My bed, guitar and bean bag! Apparently, today is a bright day...
This is perfect evidence that I'm not dead from studying just yet...
I kind of realised that everything seems to go wrong every single day for me and it's really surprising that I could keep level-headed and not lose my temper so often. Well, I let out my frustrations to my friends then, and they gave me an indifferent reply, as if they're not intending to apologise for the inconvenience they've caused me - but I'm honestly not angry now, even though they were being insincere. They would have found me an unreasonable bitch for venting my anger on them anyway, but it couldn't be helped.
I was ranting on and on about what I'm going through, my anger, all of my stress to my parents, while I was buying Converse, and having my dad ask me if I wanted to buy something for lunch when I was home studying. I kept thinking about all the bad things in my life when it suddenly dawned on me that, if my life was horrible, would I even be here, blogging? Or maybe, even be able to buy new school shoes, or have lunch whenever I want to? Am I the beggar you see in the streets, desperately trying to sell away small packets of tissue paper? For the first time ever, I realised that all of my problems actually amounted to nothing, compared to those who have to tackle their shortcomings or cope with their setbacks bravely each day. What's with that little bit of anger, when I can be happy instead? What's with all that negative talk about stress and tackling challenges in life when I can be thankful for the life I have been leading all this while? I was so overwhelmed by how selfish I was. Whoa, I mean, I felt so guilty even though I was supposed to be the one who was hurt in the first place, and it felt really good. It gave me the perfect excuse to not be angry anymore. :D
So, as you have read, I did a revamp of my room a few nights ago, and I've decided to be random and snap a few pictures of it with my phone's camera... pardon me for the crappy quality! Just giving you a brief walkthrough of my room. XD
This is, undoubtedly, my workspace - looks pretty minimal when I'm skipping all the details!
Here are two of the hangings/posters on my wall, and the soft toys I've collected when I travelled overseas.
My haven for reading - however, my interest still hasn't expanded to larger bookshelves...
A close-up of the stuff on the shelves, including all the souvenirs (in the form of keychains) I've collected and gifts from my friends... and a brochure collection, weird I know.
My bed, guitar and bean bag! Apparently, today is a bright day...
This is perfect evidence that I'm not dead from studying just yet...