Down the unwise lane

Words cold like ice, One could only bear them thrice, The orifice deepened, Right into my burdened soul, Lust and hurt etched into my skin, Where your lingering touch has been, Poison dart, right through my heart, Feeling you under my skin.

Lost. That's how I feel now. Four and a half years come and gone, with nothing to show for it. I've not posted on my blog for the longest time, because I've been terribly uninspired for the last year or so. Besides, the things I write about are often nothing but manifestations of whatever the hell is going on inside my head. As much as I dislike admitting defeat, I am the very root of own my problem - I'm afraid to let anyone know what really goes through my mind. No one. Not my family. Not my social circle. Not my best friend. ...Not even myself. I'm still reluctant to let people know what's happening in my head on such a public platform, but I've been inspired by my dear cousin to once again find the courage in venting my frustration in written word. So dear readers, if you still exist, be prepared for lots of word puke from here on out. I expected to be taking my first baby steps into the working world soon after graduation. I expect

First and foremost, I'd like to extend my deepest apologies for my absurdly long absence. I promise I have extremely good reasons for taking such a long hiatus, but perhaps that will be covered in a post different to this one. Meanwhile, I am ridiculously happy because I have awesome news to share with you guys! Those of you who know me in real life, and are close enough to me, will know that I've been putting some amount of effort into  IELTS . Disclaimer: Bear with me and read through the next three paragraphs, or my story might thoroughly confuse you (especially if you're not familiar with IELTS). I'm so sorry - I really am! For those who are unfamiliar with IELTS, the acronym stands for International English Language Testing System , and is one of the most popular tests determining one's English language ability. Taken by candidates from all over the globe in order to surpass a specific English language threshold (varying from institution to institu

Why does it hurt the most when we're chided for doing shit, but the next person who did the exact same thing (sometimes even worse) gets away with it? Almost always inevitably, we have a tendency to set ourselves a mental benchmark using the person whom we consider to be worse than ourselves. That you know you shouldn't stoop to that level. Having this mindset in place, we often feel that it's fucking unfair when people are biased. You get accused for being a total bitch , receive snide remarks and harsh criticism for shit you did, while someone else does the very same shit and gets off scot-free. It  is undeniably human nature to be biased. Someone higher up the hierarchy would more likely get away with murder than the average joe, pretty much indefinitely. Individuals at the top of the food chain often possess a higher level of charisma, and also more influential. These traits probably helped in propelling them to their current position in the first place.

What happens when Susu drinks unfathomable amounts of Orange Vodka, as illustrated by the Hatch family. Stage 1: The Giggly Drunk First shot. Lying on the couch and falling over several times while having a giggle fit.   Stage 2: The Stubborn Drunk Second and third shots. Susu was tipsy by this time. Pong tried to give Susu water but Susu refused and threw it away. Stage 3: The Angry Drunk Fourth and fifth shots. Pong tried to take the cup and refill with water but Susu refused to let go of the cup and allegedly tried to punch Pong. Stage 4: The Dizzy Drunk Sixth shot. Susu was already pretty pissed ass drunk at this point and was talking shit. Also, more counts of Susu falling over and knocking her head on the armrest. Stage 5: The Sobbing Drunk Susu lay down on the couch quietly while completely wasted, but soon started sobbing.   Stage 6: The Crying Drunk The uncontrollable crying ensued, which lasted for more o

As you may or may not already know, I officially completed my Bachelor's degree in November 2014. The Sydney campus of Curtin University is a small one, so there is only one graduation ceremony held around early to mid-May annually. Now, I am entirely to blame for my own headache. Whilst snacking on gozleme in the Westfield Eastgardens food court, I received a text message from the campus staff. It was a reminder that the 9th January 2015 was the last day to register for the Sydney 2015 graduation ceremony, which was...TOMORROW. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. This is what happens when you procrastinate. Apparently this terrible habit of mine had inevitably transcended from my school/uni life to my daily life. My tendency to panic easily didn't help matters, but I tried my very best to remain calm in public. I decided to ring up the reception desk at campus to see what needed to be done. The phone signal was terrible in the food court, so I headed toward the bus stop a