I am sitting here at 3 in the morning slowly falling in love with The Resistance. I can't believe I had these weird random tracks that took the place of the songs I downloaded. This whole time I've been listening to garbage and feeling so disappointed in the album. I am becoming a wreck - a blubbering sloppy wreck because it is too damn beautiful and I have to go buy the album now now now!

Hi Blog,
I'm sorry for neglecting you.
I promise to try to be more attentive in the future.

29JAN-07FEB = SINGAPORE ;
3FEB = MUSE
CANNOT FUCKING WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I got a wart on my foot.
How the fuck did I manage to get a wart on my foot?!
I'm always wearing covered shoes and I've not been to any places barefoot.
Goddamnit.
Initially I thought it was a corn, so I used those corn plasters, which resulted in a circle shaped flesh surrounding the 'corn' but not the actual 'corn' itself falling off.
And it hurt.
So finally I decided to see a podiatrist.
And lo and behold I have a fucking wart.
Gross.
Treatment - either freezing it with dry ice or applying an acid over a long period of time.
I want to feel some pain, let me feel pain.
I opted for the freezing option which is faster, and painful, he warned.
He said he'd seen grown men cry and I was one of the toughest he'd ever treated.
Heh heh heh.
Not only am I crippled, I am sick = housebound for a couple of days.

Things to do: start running, diet, lose weight, learn to drive, get a job, train gallop well, walk gallop everyday, sew, draw, exercise more so I can get fit fit fit and toned toned toned +++ save money for singapore!!! yeowww

I can't believe a whole semester has just skipped past me.
Someone tell me how to feel.

My blog is fading away.. I don't know what to blog about anymore. And I feel completely stripped of creativity.
I think my dreams are a much better place to be, so excuse me while I escape.

Gallop in her snugglies, playing before bedtime.
Hee hee she's so cute.
Today Gallop graduated from doggie school. Well, stage 1 training that is. She is starting stage 2 next week. And agility is included so I am excited for her to try that out.
In the evening she went to the park and met two whippets there! I really wanted them to run together but Gallop was afraid of the whippets - silly girl! She did play with a few other dogs though, and stole a little boy's ball, before bolting off with it.
How do you like my primaryschoolwritingstyleesque entry? You liiiikkkkkkeeeeeeeeeee?? Cheap cheap, cheap cheap.. (must be read in thai accent)

FUCK ME
ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY ESSAY

I can't believe I've been using the computer for entertainment purposes over the past hour when I have urgent school work to complete. I really don't understand myself at the moment - it is architecture I was dying to do since I was 15, so why aren't I pouring my heart and soul into it? I am putting in my best effort, but to say 100% would mean sketching and building all the time, not just when my studio days roll around. I do want to do well and I do want to be so faithfully dedicated.

Then there is the essay and digital design assignment. Each assignment is due a week from each other (including the studio one) so it is definitely going to be hectic. And since I know that procrastination and architecture are arch enemies, why aren't I pushing myself and completing my work earlier?

I know I work much better late at night. By late at night, I mean in the wee hours of the morning - 2 to 7 am. Unfortunately I am not one of those zombieesque creatures who can survive on 4 hour nights. If I sleep late (which I almost always never fail to do so) I need to wake up late.

The other day, we had a joint crit with some other studio and boy was it harsh. The tutor was not mean but actually helpful in his constructive criticism. It's just human nature not to be too fond of hearing someone put down what you have produced. I suppose the worst part of it is after spending hours and hours of back-breaking drawing to the mm and a disturbing lack of sleep, to then have someone throw criticism at you is really a slap in the face.

It really was a wake up call that day. I knew that architecture was going to be extremely tough and I anticipated it, but hearing him talk about architecture and what it takes to design completely changed my judgement - it is a thousand times harder than I ever imagined. This is not to say I am disheartened or having second thoughts; I just was not expecting this at all, since I was confidently thinking I knew what it took to get through architecture.

And after the crit, listen to his feedback, improve on design, make better model, get better grades. Surprisingly I was not upset by the crit. I have never been good at receiving criticism, but what he said was completely valid and useful so I took it with good stride.

Since this post is so goddamn long, I shall end with a current obsession picture:

steven holl architects

A stack of books dealing with all aspects of the Gothic cathedral, plans of Wolf Lane in different scales, sketches and drawings of all sorts, laundromats, cinemas, roof-top gardens, stairs, copious amounts of blank paper, various street names, abstract CD artworks, various technical programs

=

the next six weeks of my life.

Phew, post-submission days have rolled around. It is the last week of school and then I get to enjoy a one-week break before the intensity of school hits me right on the head once again.

The last week has been testing. It consisted of 3 exhausting late nights in school (by late I mean 12 am), a sleepless weekend, a couple of hours of sleep before my submissions, and an almost-crying session. I'm just glad I managed to finish all my work in time for the deadlines, though I wasn't too pleased with my studio work.

And of course, I have been a pig the past 2 days, just eating, watching tv, and sleeping. I've probably put on all the weight I lost last week.

I've got a day of shopping planned and a Hawaiian-themed party to attend this week before I start on my 2,500-word essay on Gothic cathedrals, finish readings for studio, and brainstorm ideas for the design of a CD's cover artwork.

I'm really enjoying school despite the amount of work. The thing is, at the moment it is all very time-consuming and tedious, but the actual work we are doing is very interesting. The assignments are fun, they just take an extremely long time to finish. I basically have no social life when I have submissions looming, but I think it is all worth it. A big part of me is very afraid though - if the second submission of my very first semester of architecture lost me so much sleep and almost drove me to tears, how will the next 5 years transpire?

No television, no internet, no snacking, no lazing around;
work work work for test next week + double submissions in one week.

Let's examine Alicia Teh Jiawen...
She has no brain (I established that years ago),
she has no heart,
she has no soul,
she has no compassion (she likes to pretend she has, but she really doesn't),
she has no empathy, no spirit.
Basically, she's an empty shell. And her shell isn't even pretty.
So in all, she is one really ugly soulless freak of nature.

And I really want to kill her. I know she just told me (in another one of our millions of fights, but this was the last, i promise, cos I vow never to speak to her ever again) that she wants to kill me too, and I really don't know how serious she was about that comment, but for me, the thought of killing her stays in my mind 24/7. And I'm not even kidding or speaking out of anger. I literally think about it all the time and fantasize about shooting her. A sharp, clean line - bang, you're dead. Now that I hate her even more (I really don't know how that's possible), I want to torture her before killing her. I want her to suffer.

I guess my deepest darkest secret is that I WANT TO KILL MY SISTER. And the only reason I wouldn't can't do it is NOT because it's wrong, but because I'd be sent to prison. Seriously, I don't think it would be wrong to kill her because she doesn't deserve to live. No person so evil and so ugly deserves life. So one day when society legalizes murder, you'll find me with gun in hand and soulless creature on ground.

I suppose deep dark secrets are meant to be kept, but what the hey.

My tears burn my cheeks, acid rain for the freaks.
What to do when you are sick, and you feel like shit, and no one gives a flipping fuck?
Everyone is entitled to throw a public tantrum once in a while, so I hereby declare this as mine.
I haven't had an 'emo' post in a long time, so just fuck off and leave me alone!

I am sitting in the garden, my notes splayed across the table. Gallop's bell produces short, sharp rings as she scampers across the grass, adding a new dimension to the music my laptop plays. Westie lies at my feet, secretly willing more food to fall from heaven (i.e. the table). My mind wanders as I try to absorb events that have occurred thousands of years ago. Every couple of minutes, a sleepy breeze heads my way ever so gently, and my nose recognizes the distinctive smell of weed. Cannot be the mom playing in her garden with her little kids, cannot be the grumpy strict Asian mom who is constantly in her garden doing chores... and I wonder who it could possibly be.

What I was isn't what I am
I'd change back but I don't know if I can
Still I'll try, try again, try again

God I wish you could see me now
You'd pick me up and you'd sort me out

Welcome home, blogskin.

Submissions this week, lots of readings to do, endless photographs for project + practice autocad line work, research for essay...
Better start getting organised, and it's game on!

I can be pretty.
All you have to do is love me. get drunk.

I WANT YOU

This is my dedication.

Tomorrow is my first day of school.
Not quite sure how to feel.
Just hope all goes well,
and it'll be a wonderfully enriching couple of years.
I'm finally doing what I want to do with my life;
I'm living by my passion.
There is going to be a genuine drive to work hard,
and reason to attend classes.
So please Adele,
throw procrastination and lateness away.
And abandon pessimism.
We'll dedicate our lives to this now,
and we'll make these the best years of our lives.

Goodbye weekly Newport sessions.
We shared some sweet sour memories.
I will miss you.
And in the future when our paths cross,
don't forget to say hello.
So long and goodnight.

Ghosts in dreams, salmon sushi, aching calves, running free, fresh air, good graphics, stagnant artwork, paranoia, vasaline on lips, vodka, heated bed, ice cold water, bright toys, dirty mouths, off leads, mismatched pjs, most haunted recordings, empty cans, outfit changes, thunder storms, a barking puppy, unexpected messages.

I hate my parents.

d e a t h

When he was alive, the media jumped at his eccentricities and exploited him. Both tabloids and people were equally mean. Now that Mr. Michael Jackson has passed, the whole world has nothing but praise and admiration for him. What a legend, what a genius... This just highlights how easily influenced human beings can be. His music has always been incredible, and no amount of accusation and slander can discount the fact that he is a musical genius.

His death has glazed over the world, leaving behind an honourable legacy, and a defining moment that will forever be imprinted into the history of this world. To Michael Jackson, I hope you realise how much you mean to everyone of us, and thank you for the music our ears are privileged to have heard, and the dancing our eyes are amazed to have witnessed. You truly are an inspiration and a testament to how extraordinarily gifted the human spirit can be. I hope you will find pure happiness from within.

Soul
Mate
?

My sister is the most obnoxious, self-centred, and hypocritical person I've ever met in my life.

She opened her mouth wide to bite the wind.

Tunes and scents conjure up nostalgic sentimental fuzziness.

A crack down the centre of my lower lip.

I can't even fucking finish reading a single book.

Why won't you care?

Next Thursday is the day my life is officially over.

Goodbye cruel world..
Hello Sims3 virtual paradise!

1. Turn off all lights.
2. Blast happy dancy tunes through headphones.
3. Lie on bed.
4. Flail arms and legs, shuffle up and down bed, push butt and hips from side to side, bounce around whilst legs prop butt up.
5. Keep up with the retardation. (Don't worry about looking stupid; it's what makes this so fun!)

(Tip: For an extra boost, apply red lipstick before doing this.)

A hot shower is required to resuscitate the pair of blackened toenails, caused by frostbite. The term frostbite is used loosely - in this case, it is used to dilute the embarrassment of drunken dancing. Not only is a hot shower ideal for counteracting overexposure to cold temperatures, it also elevates the mind to an altitude where ideas are generated at the usual speed to the tenth power.

Steam manages to escape from the streams of water along their journey from shower head to shower tiles. They dance around in triumphant glory before finally condensing on the mirror above the sink. The now obscured mirror eliminates the need to look away before getting dressed; only barely-there shapes can be made out and for a moment appear pretty.

I have nothing to say.
Currently, there's Gallop keeping me busy. In 2 months, school will start for me, then it'll be an exhausting 5 years.
But still something's not right. Inside is empty. The daily activities can only keep my mind occupied for so long, then it somehow manages to sneak time for wallowing and self-destruction.

Introducing my baby Gallop, the Whippet..

Aww, she's so precious. She's only two months old! And she whines and cries alot. Oh, and shit and pees alot too!

My Baby G,

Baby Gap.

White = blank and emotionless; empty spaces to be filled.
Grey = longing to be heard, but without pressuring them; they make an effort to uncover the voices.
Courier = typewriter-style; generic and bland.

This is how I feel. This represents my insides. It is all completely empty and numb. There is nothing more to it. I don't even feel lonely and sad anymore. I'm at a place so isolated and disconnected.

And I have no clue where to stand
Either side is full of wet cement
I don't intend on getting stuck
And I'd rather not leave any mark

So please leave me time to spare
And express the kind I wouldn't dare
I'm still recovering from this train wreck
So why don't we just take a raincheck

Silver lining:
1. Syuhaida
2. Architecture

--

Bachelor of Environmental Design/Master of Architecture
UWA

The plan was to escape to somewhere faraway.

Each day, the million faces slither down the concrete pavement. The million places they head to, the million schedules they comply to. My face slides hastily within the gaps of the million, safely securing my place.

I can be whoever I want to be. I'll start on a clean slate. I'll reinvent myself and pick the traits I like best. I'll leave all the pain behind. Perhaps I'll be happy.

THAT was the plan.

The reality is this fucked mind of mine has its claws embedded deeply in the walls of my skull and it will follow me around the world. The grip tightens as I try to break free and taunting voices creep in to punish me. It does not matter one bit where I live because this mind will be there.

I have to get this mind fixed before I can move on.

I think I am just not ready.

BEING FAT

I fail all the time. The problem is I am not fully dedicated. Sometimes I think screw this shit, I'll eat whatever the fuck I want to and be happy and fat. Who cares what others think! But I do. Yes, I am miserable when my thighs fight with each other and threaten to swallow the other whole, my rebellious chin wants to run away from home, my love handles stand up to my suffocating underwear, and my arms refuse to be nice.

Miserable. I look in the mirror with disgust. And shame. Shame that I let food control me and invade my body, that I didn't take good care of myself and protect my body from the enemies.

I need to lose weight. If anything it's for my sanity. The reason I am fat is because of my unhealthy relationship with food. I tend to binge out of comfort.

I want my eating to be under control. No binging, no overeating. Just healthy, organic, whole foods. I want to prove to myself that the discipline and motivation that I once fiercely possessed are still in me somewhere, waiting to be found. Hope has not been lost and I can still save myself.

Listening to Thom Yorke's The Eraser whilst cutting my bangs. My hairdresser told me to grow them out, and get them side-swept after I told him I wanted the rest of my head to be extremely messy and choppy looking. But, I've been missing my bangs ever since they grew out last year, and tonight gave in to impulse.

Scissors - check; Comb - check; Straightener - check; Here We Go!

Despite the few bits of hair that stabbed me in the eyes, my new bangs don't look too bad at this stage. I just hope my hair grows into them soon and they will pass off as fine, even I-went-to-a-crappy-little-salon-cos-it-was-just-there-and-cheap fine will do. As long as it's not HAHA-you-cut-your-own-hair-and-it's-so-obvious looking.

--

Fly-swatting is my new hobby. We are being invaded by bug-eyed, buzzy, dirty black houseflies and they are coming from the ceiling in the bathroom (that's my theory anyway). At least they are fun to kill. HAHA. I've probably killed 30 - 40 of them within the past few days. And Milki is my partner. She either enjoys it more or as much as I do, I can't decide.

--

I submitted my UWA application today and I am officially in their system now, so I really do hope I get my first choice of Architecture. I've never been more ready to study Architecture, and after 5 years, on top of all the drama of universities around the world, I know that Architecture is the right course for me.

Oh Architecture, I can't wait to get my dirty hands on you!

Oh what a braindrain
Oh how numbingly mundane

Your eyes dart back and forth
You spin around and choke and cough
The tainted milk you drank that morning
And all the air you breathed while running

The games from your childhood
And strangers begging to delude
The psychosis creeping up on death
Whichever you fear most will be left

They stole the voice
They stole the soul
They stole the hope
They stole the grace
They stole the faith
They stole the day
They stole the head
They stole the heart

Oh what a braindrain
Oh how numbingly mundane
And what a terrible way to die
The concrete wreckage they bothered to deny

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(the labels... HAHA)

• The time we sat on the steps below the flats, talking, laughing, and munching.
  You: [sips on Big Gulp then proceeds to burst into laughter, subsequently choking on your drink] Tissue! Tissue!
  Me: [between roaring laughter] Oh my God! [starts digging through your bag] HERE!
  I hand over to you what I thought was a pack of tissues. You grab it from me and before using it, discover it is a pad (sanitary napkin).
  
  
• The day we plucked up enough courage to wear sleeveless tops.
  You: That girl looks familiar.. Ahh it's (identity protected)!
  Me: Quick run!!!
  We bolt off like maniacs, our arm fats not too far behind.
  
  
• The rainy afternoon we spent walking from Hougang to my old place, the only shelter a tiny grey umbrella. We sang, we danced, and we stole things reminisced. The rain was mad, and we got mad wet. It was also mad fun.
  
  
• The Christmas dinner with 3 housewives. Housewife 1 - good, Housewife 2 - good, Housewife 3 - bad, go wash dishes!! Followed by the oahhhs of Korean drama.
  
  
• This is fear factor. Who will finish the Mr. Softee first and reign supreme?!! You can do it, you can do it!
  
  
• The hottest guy we've ever seen, working at Rose Garden. I believe his name was Travis.
  Uncle: Wahh I also want to look like you ah. I bring your photo go do plastic surgery.
  The Uncles and Aunties tease you relentlessly, indirectly.
  
  
• The MCR concert where we had a Near Death Experience.
  Band starts playing. Crowd goes mad. Crowd starts pushing from behind. Push, push, push. What the hell - they are not stopping! Defeated by science, everyone starts to fall like dominos running from the front to the back. We are stuck in the middle. We have fallen. Our legs are crushed. Only our bodies are mobile. People start to panic and curse. Oh my god, we think, if we keep falling we can get trampled and die! People start standing upright bit by bit, from the front. A sea of hands appear before my eyes and I grab the first one I see. I turn to find you whilst I'm back on my feet. Your face - priceless. We get you up. Commotion over.
  
  
• The 12 hours we spent in the heart of the pit, jumping, singing, dancing, and bobbing like mad. By the end we were sweating gorillas, drenched in our body fluid, dehydrated, and in dire need of a shower, a foot massage, and sleep.
  
  
• Another Near Death Experience in another heart of another pit, surrounded by giants. We got shoved around and quickly made a run for it. I feel sick, I need to puke! = Outtamyway motherfuckers!
  
  
• Random Conversations.
  
  You: Hi! I'm Amin. Hi! I'm Amina.
  
  Me: I want to eat Nasi Ayam. But you know, not chicken rice.
  
  You: Is it far?
  Me: Yep.
  You: Is it very far?
  Me: Yep.
  You: Is it very very far?
  Me: Yep.
  You: Is it very very very far?
  Me: Not telling.. tehhhehehehehehe.
  
  Us: If we walk all over Singapore everyday, confirm lose weight!
  
  
• toingggg--- Are you thinking what I'm thinking B1? I think I am B2.. it's (insert funny situation) time!
  
  
• Emo moments + D&M's + laughing and crying all at once.
  
  
• Awwww I love you EK1, my number 1 darling at heart forever and ever! Love, EK2.

1. Coldplay
2. Muse x2
3. The Killers
4. Jason Mraz
5. My Chemical Romance x3
6. One Republic
7. Panic! at the Disco
8. Alicia Keys
9. Pussycat Dolls
10. Rick Astley
11. Jamie Scott & the Town
12. Stacie Orrico
13. Evermore

RADIOHEAD

30 SECONDS TO MARS

SIGUR ROS

We are going to travel the world together for our love of music. We will backpack around Europe and North America, attending music festival after music festival. We will see all the amazing bands that take forever to make their way down to the Southern Hemisphere, if they do at all. We will follow our favourite bands from show to show, and hopefully get to meet them. We can be groupies. HAH. We will wait at the airport for the band to arrive and get photos and autographs. Japan too. We will travel to Japan to experience their wild crowds at concerts. We will do all this while we are under 30 and we will have the best fucking time of our lives.

Honey, just you and me.

What is it about live performances that can force me into a roller-coasty emotional wreckage? First, it was the high at the event, followed by an empty sadness the day after. Next comes the longing and wishing to be back there, to be experiencing the rush whilst there, to feel the music. With this longing comes obsession - listening to their music over and over, researching about them, searching for their live performances, watching interviews.. anything to gain some insight into their lives, their personalities because you want so much to feel them once again. Enter more sadness, knowing that the moment has passed and as much as you want to meet them in person, it will not happen. It was a case of so near yet so far - you saw them live, you absorbed their emotions, felt their energy, and joined in spirit, and yet you will never meet them up close.

Chris Martin is an amazing human being. He is musically gifted, and pours his emotions into his performances. He is witty, down-to-earth, has a perfect sense of humour. On top of all that, he is kind-hearted and generous and humanitarian with his causes (fair-trade, etc.). How can such a perfect human being exist? And I long to be near him, to absorb his energy, to listen to him, to experience him. Knowing that it will never happen makes me sad, empty, lost.

I am sure this is just a post-concert phase and I will soon cope and get on with life as usual.

As expected, I am suffering from coldplay withdrawal.





Completely different moods/tones, but equally beautiful.

A while ago, I was searching for some arm socks/warmers/sleeves - the ones with a hole for the thumb to peek out while the sleeve covers just the entire palm all the way to the elbow.

Eventually I found a pair of plain black ones.

My mom unpacked her luggage last night and handed me a pair of arm socks. They were black and red striped - the epitome of 'emo-wear'. See Exhibit A below.

Me: Er, these are so emo. I'm not gonna wear them.
Mom: Really? Okay, I will wear them while driving. (Protection against the Australian sun).
She then proceeds to hand me a plain black pair.
Mom: Are these e-moo too?
Me: Emu? lol.

Exhibit A:
taken from photobucket

hahhahahhhahahhahah

• My sleeping habits are starting to revert back to normal - a few nights ago I slept at 12 am, something I have not done since the end of 2007 - and I'm actually able to obtain a decent number of hours in my days.
• My mom just returned from Singapore last night, and now I have heaps of peanut butter M&M's and green tea milk candies to devour.
• Her return also means I can start to look for my own whippet puppy, though I have other factors to consider (read: the law).
• I'm wearing a pair of pajamas I've had since I was 12 and there are holes in random spots such as the armpits but they're so comfy and I cannot let go!
• Note to self: study for theory test and actually sit for it.
• Next Tuesday is Westie's birthday; she will be 9!
• Am I weird for wanting to be a sim. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this a couple of times before on this blog because it's not a mere passing comment I'm making, I actually truly do want to be a sim. I wish there was some alternate universe I could escape to where I could then be a sim, with me controlling me of course.
• The Sims 3 - June 2. Only 84 more days to go.

Once upon a time,
there was a girl who lived.
One day,
she decided to get a refund for her life.
And she lived happily ever after.

I need this dress:

1. It is called the Adele Dress.
2. It is by Elizabeth & James and I do love Mary-Kate & Ashley very very much and I think their labels are brilliant.
3. My prom dress was a similar style - sheer white material over bright but light coloured lining, with a cinched waist and pleats forming throughout from the cinching.

If only it weren't so fucking expensive! Why torture me like this?! images from elizabeth&james

chris' emotions were so powerful and inspiring.
the atmosphere, set, and lighting was great.
the entire evening was stunning.
yet another awesome time at a concert that words cannot describe.
i love you chris, jonny, guy, will.

I am going for a run.

I am currently re-reading Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel because the last time I read it halfway through then stopped.

"Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something, I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing."

"Every minute, every second, every nanosecond, wrapped around my spine so that my nerves tightened and ached. I faded into abstraction. A self-generated narcosis created a painful blank where my mind used to be."

I know I am nowhere near as crazy or depressed or psychotic as she is in the book, but scarily enough I can relate to most of what she says.

My mom wants me to, she's already gotten a recommendation for a specific person; my bestfriend thinks it's a good idea. But I am just not sure.

I am working on a sewing project, which is my first ever. It's been awhile now and I am stuck. I want to finish it but don't know how to. I hate how I am starting to leave tasks unfinished. I never used to be like this.

I know I need to stop thinking about the past, and the past me, because even though I may prefer that me, I was still young and this me is the me now. I have to work on the me now and improve me if I want to get to a better place, instead of thinking about the events that have led the young me to this me and trying to figure out what went wrong.

All this is a result of too much free time, which is why I love the city life. I cannot be left to myself because I am self-destructive. I need a go-go-go life that does not give me time to just stay still and wallow. I am starting to step backwards and am to a certain extent afraid of falling back to old habits. If I continue this way I think I will travel back through time to an unpleasant frame.

I want to cry and cry and cry until I run out of tears and my lungs collapse and I disappear forever.

In my dreams I am chased.
There have been dinosaurs, elephants, jaguars, cheetahs, rabbits, rats, serial killers, and terrorists to date.
They are everywhere; other people are everywhere.
But they seem to only come for me.
I can't run.
There is nowhere to go.
I can't make them go away.
I can't do anything about it.
I see the danger so clearly before my eyes and yet I cannot prevent my own death.
I hide.
As I am about to be killed, I wake up.

EVERYTIME.

I know I've blogged about this before, but when you've got as much free time on your hands as I do, you can't help but think, perhaps even too much, about your life - past, present, and future.

Boys. Yup, the same old pathetic story.
You may have everything you could have. You may have good friends, you may excel at your studies, you may have your life planned out, you may have a great family. But inside there is a huge missing chunk of something. You can't quite pinpoint the exact thing. You feel empty and lonely at times, and go through phases of self-loathing and depression.
You blog-hop, you watch movies and tv shows, you read magazines. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl falls in love with boy. Couples - fucking couples everywhere. Your family, your friends, the tv, your laptop, the local shops, the aeroplane. It is almost as if they are mocking you. Sneering into your lonely face, laughing and taunting.

It is not so much the I have no boy that is upsetting; it is the meaning of it - that I am uncapable of being loved.

Maybe it isn't me. Maybe some people in this world are just destined to be alone forever. Maybe when we are born, we each carry a coupon. For the majority of the population, their coupon permits them to be loved - some more than others - but still loved nonetheless. Then there are the unfortunate few. "Sorry. Better luck next time." Next time?! What fucking next time?! I'll be dead by the next fucking time, you wanker! And just like that, we have to accept our fate. It's not our fault we can't be loved; it's the damn coupon's fault.

Unfortunate as I am, I got the better luck next time coupon. Yeah, thanks for the luck. Pfft. Hell, it sure does sound better to have bad luck than be unloveable.

you go up or you go down
you win or you lose
you play or you cheat
you lie or you cry
you're pretty or you're ugly

you're bright or you're dumb
you're hot or you're not
you get some or you get fooled
you're new or you're used
you're loved or you're shoved
you get by or you get stuck
you climb up or you fuck up
you have a future or you have no future
you're alive or you're dead

tee hee hee

The best is when you say the worst is over
It's like saying we had luck with a three leaf clover
And you kept saying that over and over
And I still catch you looking over your shoulder
And it's okay
I know the only times you really loved me
Were the times when you weren't sober
And that hurts
We all hurt
We all hurt
And I kept saying that


over&over

I'm getting a whippet.

I'll name it Pet Pet.

Say Pet Pet out loud in a cute and quick tone.

What does it sound like?

HAHHAHHHAA.

Get it?

Stay tuned for the real name. I am not that evil.

You handed me a large bowl full to the brim with hope.
Then you snatched it away before I could even look inside.

I know this is not your fault and I don't blame you.

I just feel extremely hurt and betrayed.

This shall be my final post for the year, which coincidentally is my 100th post. Whoop.

With the New Year approaching, it is tempting to whip up a whole new list of New Year's Resolutions. If you are like me, the majority in that list is carried forward from the resolutions you had planned to accomplish this year. But alas, you have failed.

Instead of posting New Year's Resolutions, I shall do a thankful post.

WHAT I'M GRATEFUL FOR - 2008

• Friends

Although I'm not a particularly expressive person in terms of affection, I have to say the people in my life at the moment are all whom I truly care about. Friends from olgc/swimming/zhss/sp/nus/australia - you are all awesome people I'm glad to have met. I would never have made it out alive if not for friends - those who are my support system, those I relate to, those I share joy with, those I enjoy even just being in their presence.. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

• Bestfriend

Yup - you are that special you deserve your own bullet point! Because of you, I am grateful for every single thing that has happened in my life thus far. If things were slightly different, we would never have discovered how much we complete each other. You are my soulmate, you are my inspiration, you are my life and I cannot tell you enough how much I love you to death. I am grateful beyond words that you are a part of my life.

• Family's health & wellbeing

(It is a given that I'm grateful for my family) I am grateful for their safety and good health. Everyone is happy where they are at in life and are wonderful human beings. I love my family, even though I don't ever tell them that. Is that weird?

• Milki&Westie

These 2 munchkins brighten up my life. Living away from them for 5 months was pure torture! I am grateful for them being in my life and for their good health too. Westie just had an operation for a ear infection and she is doing A-Okay. Milki is.. just too cute!

• Barack Obama

This man is brilliant. If Americans had not voted for him, I would have stomped over there and slapped (not sure who I'd have to slap) in the face! I believe in him, but I would have to anyway, wouldn't I? He's our only hope for a more stable and sane earth. My life is in your hands, Obama.. haa kidding.

• My NUS Experience

Yes, I bitched a whole lot about it. Yes, it was pretty bad. Yes, it was tiring. On the other hand, I did experience an epiphany because of my time there. I learned a lot about myself and as clichéd as this sounds, I discovered who I really am (for the most part anyway).

• My Comfortable Life

I may not have a wardrobe of Chanel, Alexander McQueen, Rodarte, Phillip Lim, Marc Jacobs, and Balmain but I do have everything I could ask for plus a few luxuries. That is enough for me.

• SINGfest

One of the major highlights of 2008 for sure. I died and went to heaven.

• Opportunities

I know that I am privileged in having the chance to study overseas and choose the schools I want to study at, along with the course I want to study. Whether these schools want to take me (PLEASE DO) and where I ultimately end up - entirely different story.

• Travelling

I did some travelling at the start of the year with my mother. I also visited my relatives in Malaysia, so on top of being grateful for my travels, I am also grateful for the relatives (with whom we're only relatively close with, no pun intended) we have. Family is family is family. When I stayed with them I felt so comfortable and at ease, even though the last time I met them was years ago. Oh, and am grateful too for the little nieces and nephews.

• Just being

I am perfectly healthy - I can walk, talk, write, read, function just fine. I have no physical deformities (shut up, I'm not talking about superficial appearances) and no health issues as well. I am grateful for being able to just live life the way I want to.

What are YOU grateful for this year?

They don't even fucking know me. Just cos all my issues hold me back and hide who I really am. When I am with you, when I am at concerts, when I am slightly tipsy, when I let my guard down, when I am feeling comfortable in my own skin - that is who I really am. Not all the other fucking bullshit pretty much 24/7. Fucking always trying to please them, be someone I am not. Fucking walking on eggshells that I just want to toss out so badly.

FUCK.

Awwww the movie is so fucking sweet. I want him!!
And he's not even human yet he can love and everything.


Can you guess which movie I'm referring to?


If you guessed Twilight, you are WRONG!
Why I'm talking about Wall.E of course.

I am Mrs Wall.E

PS I've always liked the Ass better.

Oh mila moja, my dear kochanni.
I miss you hon.
Mine is an alarm clock.



so long and goodnight

Thank You So Much!

I couldn't have asked for more; hanging out with people I care about, eating yummy fatty food, and laughing til puking (not the first time too, right Syu).

I'm gonna miss all of you.. (emo blog post to come in the near future)


And btw, check out MCR's new website - it's blogged up so they post their own entries all the time, pretty cool. Bob is hilarious!

"Don't worry. Karma - What goes around comes around."

But you know what?

KARMA is BIAS!

When it comes to certain people, she will close one eye and pretend not to notice what they've done wrong. But with others (i.e. ME) she's fucking ready to jump at any mistake and bite them hard in the ass.

DAMN YOU KARMA!

Hello everybody!! Iss me.. Barbarellaaaa!! I am your guess bloggerr herre todayyy and I am so happee to be herre.. (*sticks hand out and waves in a seductive and act cute sickly way)
You kno my dearr sistles, I wenn to orrcharrd road and I saw soo many beautifoo angmohss therre and one of them wave to me. Hehehehehe.
Let me teacche all you sistles out therre if you wann to get an angmoh boyfrenn like me, you must dye your hairr and wear sweet dresses like me. But of coss the most imporrtant ting you must be pretty firss. I mean if you're ugly then I'm sorry sistle, I can't help youu.
Hehehe. I tink I'm done herre. I haf sharred sush an inspiring life lesson todayy so your welcumm sistles!
Signing off now, Barbarellaaaaa~

I don't know who actually reads this blog but it's worth a shot:



2 BABY TERRAPINS
UP FOR ADOPTION !

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You could totally gift this to someone "I got you 2 baby terrapins.." "Aww.. they're so cute. You're the best mila moja!"

I tell others the stories behind my tattoos and encourage them to believe in hope, and yet I get stuck in a rut, condemning any possibility or hope.
I smell hypocrisy.

NEVER lose sight of the future - your tattoos are your inspirations for life.



OH STFU your China accent combined with high-pitched-glass-shattering-voice pisses me off. I want to take a piece of that broken glass and slice your throat in half. Oh wouldn't that be a lovely sight.. all that beautiful blood squirting and oozing all over the shiny tiles. MUAHAHA.

SEAN COVEY TELL ME HOW NOW BROWN COW

Upon my liar's chair,
To escape your meaningless and your insignificance.
I want a perfect soul.
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer.

Adrift in the dark,
It takes those tears to make it rust.
When everything is lonely,
I can be my own best friend.

We've been migratory animals;
You're uncontrollable and we are unloveable.
Are my manners misinterpreted words or only human?

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing.
Surrounded by mirrors and people who stare silently, judging.
I find it hard to take.
What if I wanted to break?

The music's for the sad men;
There's mending for my soul.

The old familiar sting.
I know the only times you really loved me,
Were the times when you weren't sober.
And that hurts.

Stuck in reverse,
Into that empty room;
And she can't find a way to relate.
In a world that she can't rise above.

Sad Fact of Life #67

View pictures here:
Amanda Bynes

She is definitely rather skinny and though not as thin as her nickolodeon days (she was young; wasn't as "developed" then!) is still thin nonetheless.
However, she has an unfortunate round face!

It is fucking true - DOOMED FOR LIFE!
Just admit it you lucky sharp-faced people out there; round faces suck! Don't try to console us or make it seem less tragic than it really is..

Comments section:

"I think her full face makes her appear larger than she is. Her body looks fine..."
-Elaine

"Yeah i agree her face can deceive the way we perceive her size..."
-ilovesugar

"Her round face makes her look bigger..."
-Sonia

"She has really poofy cheeks. I think if she had a thin face it would definitely make her look overall more skinny."
-Rachel

"you can’t help the fact that she has a round face. i think if she had a slimmer face she would look thinner, but her face makes her look fuller than she is. if i just saw a shoulder-up view, i would think she was bigger than she is."
-sama

And I could go on forever quoting..
Repeat after me:
FAT FACE = DOOMED FOR LIFE

why try so hard pretending to be somebody you're not

just grab the keys; let's hit the road.

geewhizz, gotta love those YAHOO! Answers.
hahaha
check this out




Oh man, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.

1. Across The Universe
2. The Notebook
3. Wicker Park
4. Smiley Face
5. Dude, Where's My Car?
6. Napoleon Dynamite

--

1. Make lots of lists (goals, things to do, places to visit, schedules, books to read, etc.)
2. Clean up your wardrobe (give unwanted clothes to charity, arrange your clothes according to style/colour/usage/etc.)
3. Write in your diary or if you don't have one, just write
4. Make collages out of things you adore
5. Stick posters/pictures/photos up on your wall

--

MMMMMMMMM..childhood nostalgia..kalaaahhhhkkhhhhh..
(in case you didn't understand kalaaahhhkkkkhhhh, think Homer Simpson)

Come drape me in delicate fabrics
Paint my face in colours of sorts
Throw out the tattered memories
Mask me away; mask it all away
Escort the past to a better future
Turn down the visitors outside
Get me a flight out of this place
Send me away; send it all away


---


Regrets I try to avoid at all costs,
Now they're coming round to haunt me.
Penetrating my spine into my soul,
I don't like the person I've become.
Take me away, fix my head.
On my way down the conveyor belt,
Better emerge with a clean slate.
Fix me, fix me now.
Scrub me clean, wash me up.
Cut my hair, polish my shoes.
Send me out looking good as new,
No evidence of tampering whatsoever.
Another perfectly moulded piece,
Quality control - passed.

I hate my neighbours.
Yes I do.
I can hear them all googly gargly giggedy goo.
Oh, I love you.
No, I love you more.
Meh meh meh..
Me so horny,
Me love you looong time.

In short, I'm jealous.

And btw, the post is meant to be read with a cynical, scowlful tone.

My Perfect Day

A lovely serene rainy day..

colourful cupcakes..

a quaint little bookstore..

sipping an iced soy chai tea latte..

the cozy cafe corner..

lost in another exciting time..

scoring beautiful finds..

an unlimited supply of sushi..


pure happiness..

images from deviantart.com

Possibly the best dream to pass so near.
Oh won't the boy in my dream please come here.
Whisper the magic word in my ear,
and tomorrow I shall say it so clear.
In a dancing storm you shall then appear,
and be cradled in my arms so dear.

HAHA I can be a poet now..
But seriously, for a long time now, I've not woken up, broken into a smile, and then chosen to continue my dream over pure tiredness as my reason to another five minutes.

You know you've got a problem when harmless, innocent people annoy the fuck out of you.
You know you've got a problem when you get so lonely you start talking to yourself out loud.
You know you've got a problem when you eat and eat and eat even though your belly button is about to pop off your belly.

You've got to keep cool.
You've got to control yourself.
You've got to be sane.

Adele, what the fuck man, seriously.

You unravel the wire connected to your ipod, stuff the ear pieces into each ear; your thumb gently pushes the play button at a comfortable angle. No second is spared as thoughts rush in to fill the vacuum of your mind. The jarring music forms a bubble around you as you and your thoughts look out at the rest of the world, interpreting every scene by pure actions.

On the train, people board and people alight, each looking out from their separate worlds. This is the best time to observe human behaviour - no speech, no explainations; only facial expressions and body language.

I think the scenario my thoughts and I encountered today is worth discussing -
A young boy (my vague guess would be about 13) and a much older man (probably in his 40s or 50s) stepped into the train together.
The young boy was rather hyperactive and seemed somewhat oblivious to his surrounding, while he leaned over and hugged the man repeatedly. Upon a few casual scans, I noticed that the man looked slightly odd, in the sense that he may just be a little mentally slow.

Naturally, they received a couple of stares from the onlooking passengers - mostly stares of disgusted confusion.

My first thought was: the boy is autistic,
which was immediately followed by: incest?

Firstly, my mind determined the older man to be the boy's father without any consideration. It then proceeded to find an excuse for the behaviour, obviously deeming it to be inappropriate.

(For the record, the hugging was very touchy-feely and made me feel uneasy at times. Not that it was very sexual, but ... just weird. I can't even explain it.)

This got me thinking...

Was their behaviour really improper for public?
Why is it that everyone frowned at them the moment they saw them?
As human beings, we are so ready to judge others based on their behaviour, according to what we see as appropriate and inappropriate.

After years of being indoctrinated by society's standard set of ideologies and archetypical views developed over generations, we can't help but form judgements based on preconceived notions of society's "norms" and "non-norms".
From the moment we arrive on Earth, we start to form a context that will see us through our entire lives. Our context is affected by the "rights" and "wrongs" drilled into us by our environment, so we see everything throught these context-tinted glasses.

But what exactly is right?
And what exactly is wrong?

Are there really good and bad things? Or are they good or bad because society says they are so? If we started from the beginning of civilization and reversed every thought process such that bad behaviour was now seen as commendable and good behaviour unapt, then what are we left with? Doesn't everything now just exist because we have been taught to think the way we do, and not due to any proper truths and facts? Then life becomes one big mess, and where does everything fall into place?

My point is...
Back to the males on the train, the possibilities of their relationship are endless - perhaps they are a father-son pair sharing a close bond;
perhaps there is some kind of sexual relationship going on between them;
perhaps the older man is a paedophile and has bought over the young boy's innocence;
we will never know.

Think about this...
What if there existed a sexual relationship between a child and a man. Everything is mutual and consensual. The law deems this as wrong, and thus a serious offence. Putting aside all the factors that would be so wrong about this relationship, like the child's incapabilty to truly understand it, etc., what if they found each other at the same time, and are both equally happy. We KNOW this is wrong because we have been told so, but without society's dominating values, is it wrong? The child was never hurt, and the man has no harmful intentions, but it is still wrong because of the law. I'm not saying that paedophilia should be condoned; research has shown that children are indeed vulnerable to adults with sinister thoughts and ulterior motives. However, in this case, it would seem like charging the man would be uncalled for since both are content with their relationship.
Society has labelled everything as black or white, but in reality, these two don't even exist; all that exists are shades of grey. Because of these labels we have absorbed over our lives, we then start labelling everything around us without much consideration. I think we judge too readily.

So,
Is the boy an autistic child?
Or is there incest between them?

Or perhaps just a shallow mind that has been brainwashed by society?




Just to clarify, I'm not losing sight of my morals and values, but "truth" is something we will never attain. Philosophy does your head in, and you can keep thinking about it but never reach any conclusion, which is why this post seems to contradict at some points. Along the way, I seem to have lost sight of my contention, because philosophy is too broad and disallows you to discuss a particular topic and stick to it.

HA HA HA
NUS CRACKS ME UP

Want to hear the joke of the year?
...

NUS thinks I have to sit for the QET.

Now, what does QET stand for, you ask?
Get this - Qualifying English Test.

Yeah, I know.
It's like asking a Formula1 car racer to take a driving test
because.. well, you're just not very sure if he's a good driver.

Hmmm, OH NUS,
whatever will I do without your endless humour to brighten my dull dull days.

I've started embracing the better life -
life is beautiful;
beauty in our world is everywhere;
be grateful for every moment;
keep giving;
smile when you can;
see the good than bad of situations;

Little things excite me now.
I gain so much comfort in simple items.
I'm more optimistic.
I am easily satisfied.
Certainly much happier.

From here.

You know what,
Of course there's still hope.
Hope is all around;
Hope knows no boundaries;
Hope is eternal.

I want you to know,
It's not that I don't care,
It's not that I don't want you.
It's that I want YOU.

Don't impress me.
Don't have to be cool.
Don't need to get in my good books.

I want you just as you are,
Stripped down,
No lies; No stories.
No need to be "hardcore",
Just be yourself.

I can love the biggest dork,
I can love the greatest fool,
As long as they give me just that.
As long as they are happy
And comfortable in their own skin.

Confidence is what I lust after.
Just one word - Confidence,
And I will want the YOU you.

MLE test today sucked real bad

I actually studied albeit pretty last minutey
I don't attend lectures but I read through the textbook thoroughly (with notetaking!)
I ended up guessing more than half of the questions (MCQ)

Oh well...

For now, I'm suddenly feeling really discouraged
I just can't be bothered studying anymore
I have 4 more tests to go
But why should I have to study and do well in those if I'm definitely going to change my course anyway
I am absolutely set on dropping engineering
Engineering is not for me; who am I kidding
My heart belongs to the arts
I hate science
Period

Honestly
Why should I have to study the engineering modules if I'm never ever going to be using them ever ever ever!
I want to just give up and not even try for the rest of the tests
Someone help meeee

Today I'm going to address a frequently asked question that persons of the human species just love to ask one another.
Whichever part of the world one belongs to, be it China or America, Australia or the North Pole, they simply cannot get enough of this question -

THE WHY QUESTION ABOUT GENETICS.


Why is your hair so nice?
Why are you so tall?
Why are you smart?
Why are your fingers so short?
Why are your kneecaps x distance above your ankles, which are y distance above your heel?


The lucky question I'll be answering today is...
WHY is your nose so big/wide/round/flat/etc.?

Alright, here's the deal.
When I was on my way to becoming a foetus, I heard this pitchy whisper, "Hey! Hey you there. Waiting in line.. No name baby! Hey, come here!"
Confused, I followed the voice since there were no other no name babies waiting in line.

It was God who had called me out.
"Now, make sure you don't tell any other babies about our encounter. I'm privileging you, so keep it a secret - I don't want the billions of new no name babies requesting the same favour."
Of course I agreed; I felt special.
"I was going to start moulding your face today and then I thought, you know what, I'm going to do something nice for someone today. Guess who's the lucky someone - you get to choose what nose you would like!"
"Wow! Um.. this is so unexpected, oooh it's a tough decision. Hmmm.."

A lightbulb instant later,
"I've got it! It's perfect. I want my nose to be bulbous, wide, and flat - a sort of missing bridge." -
No, no, I'm not insane. See - when I grow up, people will ask me why my nose is so, and I can tell them my cool story about the arrangement I had with God! GENIUS!

and i can't wait for the sims3.!.!

the superstar guy sorta reminds me of jared leto. haha.
20feb2009

"Choose to be well in every way. Choose to be happy no matter what. Decide that each day will be good just because you're alive...

"You have power over your thoughts and feelings. Don't let your circumstances dictate how you feel. Don't let your thoughts and feelings colour your situation blue or desperate.

"Even if you don't have everything you want, even if you're in pain or in need, you can choose to be joyful no matter what you're experiencing. You are more than your body, your physical presence, and your material possessions. You are spirit. You have your mind, heart, and soul, and there is always something to be thankful for.

"Decide that life is good and you are special. Decide to enjoy today. Decide that you will live life to the fullest now, no matter what. Trust that you will change what needs changing, but also decide that you're not going to put off enjoying life just because you don't have everything you want now. Steadfastly refuse to let anything steal your joy. Choose to be happy... and you will be!"

- Donna Fargo

The beat of the drums; the chords of the guitars; the hum of the basses; the input of the vocalists.

There's only one place where they'd belong - the only place they can connect and excite. They fill our hearts with hope and peace. Comfort and happiness. Utter bliss as we desperately try to recall the lyrics crammed into our brains of a thousand songs. So, we close our eyes and are transported to a place non-existent. Some say it's a paradise, others say it's better than heaven. Like the bermuda triangle, it is a mystery to us, even til this day. A mass celebration of the human artistic creation of tunes designed to fit the human body like a glove sounds like a rewarding experience.

We dance, we sing and we are in absolute form. Not a thing back in the real world is enough to cause a mere furrow of the brows. Nothing worries us in this magical place - the only concern on our minds is to have as good a time as possible. This fantasy carries on for hours, draining our energy to the bone, but still we want to keep going.

On and on and on, our physical capabilities are reaching their limits, but we must not stop - we cannot stop, for this genuine happiness we have not experienced in months and when will the next sweep of magic befall us? We cannot afford to take any chances, so we hold on til the end, pushing past any mental and physical boundaries.

In the back of our minds, we know that once dawn breaks, this magical chamber will have disappeared, leaving only the memories in our hearts to remember this mad experience, while we desperately piece together this puzzle over and over as we suffer in dire circumstances of the withdrawal syndrome.

At the music festival is where we belong.
It's the only way we know.

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Right, so there's this smell that keeps following me everywhere I go.
It smells like a combination of smelly armpits, used soggy socks and rotten food.
Yeah, nasty, I know. Sometimes it's stronger, sometimes just a mere whiff.
But I swear it's stalking me.
Obviously, I have shoved my nose as deep into my armpits as my neck permits.
It's not me!



In other news,
just then, on the NUS shuttle bus, fellow NUS-er A alighted at a particular stop, leaving her seat empty, while fellow NUS-er B remained in the seat next to the now-empty one. As a kind and considerate NUS-er, the right thing to do would be to scoot along the seat so as to let one of the numerous standing NUS-ers have a comfortable place to settle their round butt in.
But NOOOO.
This NUS-er B (obviously, B stands for Bitch) happily crumbled further into her seat, pretending not to notice the empty one next to her, plus the figures standing all around her.
How can she even live with herself knowing that she committed something so lacking integrity. How can she go to school and interact with her peers knowing that inside she is as good as dead!
And yet there she was, happily texting her boyfriend, who fucks her in the ass every night!





(okay, obviously this is a joke; i'm not really that angry.
i'm not the one who has to live without a soul. haha.)

Been swallowing these things like my life depends on them. They aren't even that yummy but so addictive! hmmmm..

Okay, fine. I know why they are so addictive.. the secret ingredient is..

ME!

yep, look at the enlarged pic, there is PGPR as a listed ingredient - Prince George's Park Residences. Uh huh. There's me, my neighbour, my neighbour's neighbour, my neighbour's neighbour's neighbour (yeah yeah yeah we get it) in it. Hence, the burst of addictiveness right? See, with every bite you get to enjoy the sweetness of MEEEE!

Go on, take a bite.

Have you had your kissables today?

drinking cough-syrup-laced water
getting doped up on the great spy experiment
ingesting all sorts of medication
trying to get to a happy place

the illness seeping out through my pores
breakouts on my skin show it clearly

it's way too early to be up
it's way too late to be up

tute at ten; goodluck being on time