still waters run deep

I have never known a truer exemplification of this saying than what I experienced today.

A typical blond-hair, blue-eyed white girl. Quiet and shy demeanour. Aesthetic in the same sense as jiejie is: no one could contend she’s ugly, but no one would probably regard her as Halle Berry or something. In short, a nice thingy to decorate me as I sauntered down to Selfridges to get my Dior Homme jacket which I absolutely adore =)

Ok let us not digress from my exposition of this beauty. An artist, caught up in the pursuit of passion rather than financial success. Content to spend her life “in a cardboard box” for the struggle of her art. Observant and rational, able to read people with stunning depth and accuracy. Family orientated person, emotionally close to her parents and sibling. Regularly suffers from home-sickness.

At first glance, perhaps just a slight deviation from your average run-of-the-mill girl.

Here is the surprise: she fights. And does it well too, not technically, but with ferocity that would make you shudder. Reminds me of my ex-roomate. People who are inspired by anger. The blood-pumping machinery builds up to a boil, unable to contain itself, it has to find a victim.

Having said that, I’d be so hurt to actually see her in action. I would never wanna see sweet Lauren lose her temper and do something she’d regret. I kinda pity those who’ve told me about what she’d done; they have seen it, which must have been a hurtful experience. It is utterly contrary to her good-nature (as opposed to me, for I have no good nature).

She told me she was glad her ex-boyfriend didn’t break up with her face-to-face. She was worried that if anything that could remotely be conceived as a weapon was in close proximity would lead to something going terribly wrong. Sweet Lauren please don’t do that. Control yourself.

I don’t know what else to say, this entry has made me rather despondent. It is quite a melancholic tale don’t you think?

Missed two tutorials this morning. Feel really guilty. And im not working hard. I have not done a single bit of work today. Not one bit. Trying to deal with that sickly taste at the back of my mouth from the stomach acid i have to deal with for drinking too much last night. This is meant to be the be-all-and-end-all of my education, and I do not seem to be making full use of it. Majorly fucked up. Sometimes I wish I was like Lauren, or my baby for that matter. If only I could be contented with less. Id just read history and become a lecturer or something.

This blog is distracting. Plus, its not making me feel good about myself. I can no longer write as well as when I was in Singapore, don’t u reckon? I think I’m in a crisis stage of my writing development. Fucking law school.

And hence, I shall go on blog hiatus. This blog shall be relegated temporarily to a mere conduit for communication. Love ya all!