November 2009
6 posts
did a cover of flyleaf’s fully alive. i feel so accomplished :D
a, you ditched me thrice for your fucking schoolmates you supposedly hate. you expect me to turn up to your performance and try to guilt trip me into going. i said okay, expecting you to get the tickets because i don’t know any shit about republic. you then tell me that you can’t get tickets and want me to go there and try my luck. i declined because i knew that if there weren’t...
i find your excuse fucking invalid. we’re all polytechnic students, we all have our own shit to deal with. i don’t mean to be a bitch but you’re taking super basic stuff over at republic. it’s the same shit everyday and i believe your UT’s are like fucking easy. you know what? if you what to behave like this, fine. i don’t give a shit. all you people can go fuck...
last train home
i like two boys who are total opposites of each other. one a cute dragonboater who has been a friend since we were four, and the other a used-to-be-okay-looking-nerd (he says so himself) from ELDDFS back in secondary school.
i have to say, even though i sometimes am shallow and go for looks, i’d rather pick someone who connects with me on an intellectual level rather than have a good...
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains
Walked home in the rain with Augustana’s Boston on repeat. It somehow made me happy and every droplet seemed to wash away the bullshit from the day. Makes me want to wish for rain everyday.
“Today you are you-er than you who is true-er than true” That line from Dr Seuss’ has been stuck in my head for the past few days. The irony is, i’d rather be you, or her, or...
October 2009
22 posts
caught in a bad romance
penguinprostitution:
i’m reading ‘diary of a wimp kid’ I, II & III again.
stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
i have all three and i don’t know why i love them. maybe it’s because greg heffly (or however you spell it) looks rather cute
you make my stomach turn. you cause me endless worry. you’re making things difficult. you make me feel like i’m in a bottomless pit. why?
i told them i invented Times New Roman
The shoreline calls the sea For simple words and...
I'm supposed to be mad at you but you're making me...
“it’s too late
it’s too late
they won’t let go”
people don't need stupid facebook applications to...
“we speak in different voices, we’re fighting with the ones we’ve...”
– saosin, voices
my own epic drama, my own scripted page
/please do not hate me for this
nick: Going school in 15 minutes D:
me: FOR WHAT
nick: We have to walk the nightwalk route for halloween to make sure it's safe -_-"
nick: How lame is that right haha
me: I WANT OMGOMGOMG
nick: o.O Siao. I would be excited la
nick: But my phone crashed. Can't work
nick: So I no more mood -_-'
me: what happened t your phone? dropped it?
nick: They gave me a new phone same model 2 days ago. Today crash. Went down servicing total of 7 times already. So they gave me new phone lo
me: wth
nick: But today only problem -_-"
me: what model?
nick: W910i
me: hahahahahahahaahahahahh dad offered me th phone i was like no i dnt want. cus i know id break it
nick: U dun even have to break it
nick: it's broken
nick: Right out of the box
nick: It's ding dong
nick: The phone is like RIS LOW! Got title got good name, but inside totally no good
me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG
rant
I hate your blatant disrespect for others. I hate your stupid “done up” eyebrows, the way you think everything revolves around you. Guess what, I don’t give a shit and I’m going to step on you like I would a cockroach on the floor. I will break you like a boy scout breaks twigs. I will smash your face in if I have to; Anything to get your head in place, you filthy mudblood....
and if you tell the earth to leave you be, may a...
September 2009
23 posts
I need somebody to go to HMV with me and get...
old mac donald had a farm
ee eye ee eye oh
and on his farm he had a boy
ee eye ee eye oh
with moo moo here
and a embeek embeek there
moo here embeek there
moo/embeek everywhere
old mac donald had a boy
ee eye ee eye oh
when can chickens finally cross the road and their...
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have And cannon ball into the water I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have For you I will For you I will For you I will For you
*inserts a long string of obscenities*
six.
why are you fucking ignoring me. what, you’ve decided to be like your dear old friend that fucking ___? i can’t believe you. to think that you’d be a mellow enough to end the shenanigance. apparently, i was wrong to think that people who hang together aren’t necessarily the same. you know what? i’m not going to waste my time and type my bullshit here. you can go fuck...
the tears are falling quicker, like a snowflake in...
the first time, the last time the first time in...
“Let’s set the stage on fire,
& Hollywood will be jealous.”
– The Show Must Go On
/a very old song
from up here the city lights...
five.
I hate moments when I don’t have a single piece of technology on me because it sets my mind wandering. With either my phone or my iPod around, it somehow keeps me sane because I don’t start thinking about what I’m not supposed to; like why my fingers look like they belong to a guy or why my eyes are not properly aligned or perhaps things that have happened way back, thinking of how I could’ve done...
four.
feeling empty; broken. i’m envious of every one else’s life where mine seems to pale in comparison. it makes my stomach turn everytime i see someone happy. why is it always others? why is it never me?
like every other mortal, i wish for a little more perfection - not a lot - just enough to leave me grateful. i realise that i loathe people who are exactly like what i want to be. no,...
three.
as a kid, i remember going through my granma’s things whenever i was in her room. she still had the banana money from the japanese occupation. i asked her whether she still has it but apparently it got lost when we moved away from jurong. i wonder whether it’ll be worth anything if i manage to find it.
two.
cat is snuggling at my feet. i love him. (: [no, i’m not the weird cat lady, mind you]
“Haven’t you heard I’m stuck on a verse
I’m stuck on a boy who fills me with joy...”
– Your Song by Kate Walsh
