Feeling: Tickly
Listening to: Cross My Heart by The Rocket Summer
I am so anti-social, hahahahahahahahahahahaha. And that automatically makes me cool, so suck on that, bitches.
BITCHESSSSSSS.
I have a blister on the back of my foot. Who the hell gave it the right to just barge into my life and attach itself to my foot?! Jeez. A little respect, please?
Anyway, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted by that asshole of a blister? Oh, yes. I had my first lecture today, hahahahahahahahahahahaha. And that automatically makes me cooler than before. Ever feel like everything is just repetition after repetition? :]
Sunday 21 September 2008
Feeling: Sick
Listening to: The Distance From The Bottom by The Black Maria
I don't really know what to say. So, here's a list of things I should say more creatively but just lack the inspiration (Azmin).
Listening to: The Distance From The Bottom by The Black Maria
I don't really know what to say. So, here's a list of things I should say more creatively but just lack the inspiration (Azmin).
- I'm here.
- Not there.
- I miss Azmin.
- Kay, I miss everyone.
- I feel extremely out of place.
- Wo ai wo de nan peng you.
- Saya sepasang kasut.
- I like cheese.
- Que te pasa?
- I think I'm going to drink half a carton of milk.
- Now! :D
- Because I took it out the kitchen into my room.
- And I don't want to bring it back.
- Because that means I have to walk there.
- And then find a place to put it.
- WAAAAAAAAH SEEEEH.
Tuesday 16 September 2008
Feeling: Sluggish
Listening to: For All We Know by Nat King Cole
It all happened too fast, and tomorrow came too soon, but I suppose I should bid my farewell. :] There it is.
And now, because I believe this is another one of those exceptionally sad songs I always write about, I'm going to post the lyrics down, just so you know what I'm talking about.
For All We Know by Nat King Cole
For all we know, we may never meet again.
Before you go, make this moment sweet again.
We won't say good night until the last minute.
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it.
For all we know, this may only be a dream.
We come and go like a ripple on a stream.
So, love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know.
If you recognise it, that may be because it's the song Mr. Powell sang at the final assembly for ISB's IB class of 2006-2008, but I could be wrong.
I'll see you soon.
Days remaining: 0
Listening to: For All We Know by Nat King Cole
It all happened too fast, and tomorrow came too soon, but I suppose I should bid my farewell. :] There it is.
And now, because I believe this is another one of those exceptionally sad songs I always write about, I'm going to post the lyrics down, just so you know what I'm talking about.
For all we know, we may never meet again.
Before you go, make this moment sweet again.
We won't say good night until the last minute.
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it.
For all we know, this may only be a dream.
We come and go like a ripple on a stream.
So, love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know.
If you recognise it, that may be because it's the song Mr. Powell sang at the final assembly for ISB's IB class of 2006-2008, but I could be wrong.
I'll see you soon.
Days remaining: 0
Sunday 7 September 2008
So, as you could possibly know already, I'm really, really, really, really, terribly, frightfully scared.
Please, Time... Stop.
I just need a little space to breathe, and right now, you're smothering me.
But that would only be possible in a magical, upside down world where people walk around on their hands and dogs are kept in fishbowls (dogbowls?) because apparently (or so they say), life is a sadistic bitch. She moves at her own pace, and she waits for no one (Though I do hope this is a lie - a horrible myth that people made up to scare little children into going to sleep at night. I mean, that makes more sense, right?).
I also don't know what additional subjects to take for my first year at university. But that's mostly unrelated.
Days remaining: 10 (FUUUUUUUUCK)
Please, Time... Stop.
I just need a little space to breathe, and right now, you're smothering me.
But that would only be possible in a magical, upside down world where people walk around on their hands and dogs are kept in fishbowls (dogbowls?) because apparently (or so they say), life is a sadistic bitch. She moves at her own pace, and she waits for no one (Though I do hope this is a lie - a horrible myth that people made up to scare little children into going to sleep at night. I mean, that makes more sense, right?).
I also don't know what additional subjects to take for my first year at university. But that's mostly unrelated.
Days remaining: 10 (FUUUUUUUUCK)
Monday 1 September 2008
Feeling: Sore
I forgot to mention my grandmother's latest discovery (from talking to people I, nor anyone else, can see, I assume) in the last post. This happened when I entered the kitchen one evening to find her sitting in her usual spot at the table. Extending a hand in the form of a handshake, she expressed her congratulations and continued to speak in Chinese. Too fluent (Kay, I think I've forgotten approximately all of the Mandarin I worked so hard (Not really) to learn in those eight years at Chung Hwa Middle School) and fast for me to understand, I just smiled awkwardly. So, I was relieved when she changed her language of choice to English as she asked if I was happy and informed me that I was engaged to the son of a bishop, a boy that, according to her, comes from a very good family (who also consists of her adoptive parents, and who were, apparently, standing behind me), from whom I could learn a thing or two. It seemed I kept that awkward smile on my face forever because I wanted to laugh, and I guess she noticed 'cause she said I looked embarrassed. :D She gave me advice and told me to pray everyday. Finally, she asked if my mother knew (about my engagement, hahahaha) and I shamefully answered "Yes," in an attempt to ease her soul. Then, I ran out of the kitchen.
Hehehehe. :D
Note: I am not engaged (at least, not to a bishop's son), but you are welcome to send your congratulatory messages for entertainment purposes.
Also, to the boy reading over my shoulder (;]), ai lahv yah.
I forgot to mention my grandmother's latest discovery (from talking to people I, nor anyone else, can see, I assume) in the last post. This happened when I entered the kitchen one evening to find her sitting in her usual spot at the table. Extending a hand in the form of a handshake, she expressed her congratulations and continued to speak in Chinese. Too fluent (Kay, I think I've forgotten approximately all of the Mandarin I worked so hard (Not really) to learn in those eight years at Chung Hwa Middle School) and fast for me to understand, I just smiled awkwardly. So, I was relieved when she changed her language of choice to English as she asked if I was happy and informed me that I was engaged to the son of a bishop, a boy that, according to her, comes from a very good family (who also consists of her adoptive parents, and who were, apparently, standing behind me), from whom I could learn a thing or two. It seemed I kept that awkward smile on my face forever because I wanted to laugh, and I guess she noticed 'cause she said I looked embarrassed. :D She gave me advice and told me to pray everyday. Finally, she asked if my mother knew (about my engagement, hahahaha) and I shamefully answered "Yes," in an attempt to ease her soul. Then, I ran out of the kitchen.
Hehehehe. :D
Note: I am not engaged (at least, not to a bishop's son), but you are welcome to send your congratulatory messages for entertainment purposes.
Also, to the boy reading over my shoulder (;]), ai lahv yah.
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