Author Archives: Novia Ng

I wonder

I wonder what it would be like if I spent all of my spare time training to become a spy.

Changing

People have commented on how I’ve changed in the last 4 years. While I beg to differ, one thing I have noticed is my increased reluctance to study, a reluctance that is becoming stronger and stronger. I remember back in first year I would spend 4 weeks writing an essay, now I barely remember when [...]

I remember

I remember a time when I was younger where everything was happy and everything was beautiful, and I had my family and my friends, and everything was wonderful.
Everything was beautiful.
Now.
Now I don’t know.
All I see are malicious people. An untrusting world. Shallow. Greedy.
Why would I ever want to bring a child into this world. Something [...]

Mon mauvais français

Ce qui me rend folle, c’est que:
1) L’ambiance de mes classes de loi est trop intense
2) Il y a trop de gens dans cette classe
3) Mon attitude envers l’université aujourd’hui ne m’aidera pas à apprendre les objectives de cette classe
Bleurgh; trop de gens dans cette salle.
Je pense que courir chaque jour me rendrais plus heureuse [...]

PMS sucks

I feel so emotionally tender that almost anything could make me cry. Last night while trying to get to sleep I cried for an hour, then I got out of bed got the laptop and did some Facebooking ’til my mind was off it, but while trying to get back to sleep the second time [...]

My happiness

Part of my recent happiness is not talking to people whose absence makes me sad.

First thought that pops into my head during my walk today:

that my life is meaningless. True story.

I don’t like concentrating on sad things so I’m going to write about something happy:

I finished one reading for my essay and found another


haha. Ah.

Ok a real happy memory. Like for a patronus. Photos from this night: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150932186580031.531329.700435030&type=3
I gotta start doing some charity work or something to make me feel happier.

This is an emo post so look away if you don’t want to hear me be pathetic

One reason I need people around me is because they drown out the sound of my broken heart.
Well it’s not really broken- it’s just a sad and longing feeling that appears when I’m alone. I’m never really happy when I’m by myself hence the addiction to Facebook. A place where people appear all of the [...]

Can’t sit still or do anything

I can’t seem to occupy myself. I’m so bored. ‘iwBN /GH’qeinvDAM ei’wflsdknvz. mcu’eijwKDV