I am...

(a) a bird swimming in a fish tank
(b) an elephant flying across oceans
(c) a fish swinging from tree to tree
(d) not making any sense
(e) all of the above

Answer: (f)

How to Be Completely Alone*:

(*Being 'Completely Alone' entails being away from all sorts of animate and inanimate matter)

1. Stay at home and make sure everyone leaves the house

2. Go to your room and shut the door and windows

3. Sit on your bed and get under your blanket

4. Close your eyes, pinch your nose, fold your ears over their ear holes

By the time you complete Step 4, you will find that you are still not completely alone. Therefore, I'm kindly offering a free Step 5 as a means of supporting you in your quest.

5. Get a new How-to guide.

Good luck.

The most anticipated name on my calling list - the one I eagerly anticipate because I never ever reach him/her when I try. Oh yes, he/she calls.

(Sarcasm wholly intended.)

Another typical instance of me being willingly and grudgingly (no contradiction there) pushed around. Taken for granted. It's what I'm good at I think.

(Sarcasm wholly intended.)

I long for your 'thank you's. And I long for your 'can I help you's.

(Paradox wholly intended.)

Though you don't seem to know anyway.

Whatever.

Get on with it, get over it, and get out of it.

You wouldn't believe it but you have to (even I don't really believe it but) - I'm still posting here!

I get confused when I measure myself against other people - makes me wonder what I am. Of course, I still don't know what I am, as much as how a rubberband would never know exactly what it is without asking Stephen Perry.

I think its okay not knowing.

There's something else I know though - that if you read this, you will be searching Stephen Perry on Google... or probably already have.

UCB Noteworthy = Performativity

Who would have thought I'd still be blogging? ('Who' includes me.)
I always think I can abandon this blog for good, but haha, no.
The reason why I don't really like blogging here is probably because the things I think of blogging about here these days are different from any of the previous entries in this blog.

This blog shall remain for moments of awkwardness such as this.

I like to keep people guessing.

At the end of the day, I still like the piano.

King Solomon went from stations to stations, kinda like trying out ambitions and goals one after another, but at the end of the day still found God being the sole purpose of his existence.

I'd like to think I did something quite similar (perhaps because there is just this prestige in having any forms of even remote connections with the wise King Solomon). I went from hobbies to hobbies and tried many different things, and found that I am ultimately still most drawn to the piano.

The irony? In the 4 attempts to try to learn piano (twice from the same teacher), I never made it pass the first 10 lessons. Har Har. And to think I'd rather kill myself than skip art class/school/dance/canoeing/tutoring/swimming/polo/yougetthegist. Haven't got an explanation for such dissonance though.

(This post was quite intentionally ungrammatical.)