` lets paint the town, shut it down

Yes, lets. Lets.

A Classic. Remember telling your parents you had to go for a seminar, when in fact, you brought a

single red rose and said "you have a tummy".

Words cannot describe what i'm feeling right now.

Hustle bustle, and so much muscle.
Estuary is blessed, but scary.
Sweet precision and soft collisions.

because

One day, live. Both of them! I'll let you know. Till then.

` never walk alone? urgh

Picture Credit: Google

haha. I really wasn't gonna blog. Cos you see, I never blog when there's nothing important but seriously, after all their losses, today when everyone asked me who was gonna win I said Liverpool. MAN I SHOULD HAVE BET LA HOR. Urgh. Haha. Just a thought. No, seriously.

And you. You have a way with messing with my emotions. urgh.

Happy frappy post postponed indefinitely. urgh. Kill me pls.

` the fear you won't fall

To the one person who'd put up spending the evening entertaining me with hanging monkeys. heh.

Over and over again. *shy. But I win all the time. *claps hands.

I said I'd never give up. It's not hard - I just never really put in the effort.

I messed myself up.

Actually, I have no one but myself to blame. urgffh. How pathetic.

I promise happyflappy photos & posts after Friday.

If I live to see Friday, that is. Procrastination will eventually kill me. urghff. roar!

(or if my blogging mojo stays. Like I always say, I blog when I have more pressing issues to attend to. urgh. I can't emphasize on this more, can I? Even I am repelled by my lackadaisical self. fml.)

Think about this: "Would I like me if I met me?" (or something along that line)
Source: Lelove

k. now waking up to reality. assignment.

` jumps out of window and falls face-down - broken bones, but still alive *grrf

 Photo credits: taylor001

fml. I get it when you say you can't have the best of both worlds, but seriously, two extremes don't seem anything close to mildly exhilarating. *shoots self in head. I think it was all based on how tired I was; fml, you mean it's gonna get worse? fml fml. Please don't disappoint me. I'm not ready for this. I promise I will lose my mind if it is in this order. fml.

Now nobody talk to me. *rampage. 

I have no one but myself to blame.

I'm gonna console myself with durian cake. fml.

AND, say fml for next six weeks.

FML. I HATE. literally.

Oh. Fml's a name also. How apt. Cos FML has fml.

(inserts all curse words here)

` now reach into your pocketful of dreams

Remember the days where you'd say "I sing and you backup!" and how I never knew the lyrics, and how we'd both be singing from the lyric booklet in the car? And the times you'd bellow "NO. That's my part!" *smacks*

And it would always be to Track number 1. As much as I have against that song, I'd sing it over again, with and for you; I would.

Just so you know. 
It's the little things. 

` sold her dreams for security, to a man that now she hardly ever sees

Just as I thought everything was calming down,

*wham bam*

Something new comes up.

Is a small breather too much to ask for!!

` lateral geniculate WHAT?

I remember watching this Korean Drama quite some time ago. Actually I didn't just remember it off the cuff. You know, 8tv has this thing where they repeat the series in the afternoons, so yeah, ter-watched it this afternoon and half an episode later, I'm all wooshy and mooshy. Damn these Koreans and their dramas. See, the trick is to not start watching so you don't get hooked.

I remember the adrenaline of having to catch the series every night and I remember them being very nice, albeit very vaguely. Feels like a really old show. Watched this long before I began watching Grey's Anatomy. Mm. Now that i'll leave for another day; or maybe never. :)

Yay I have like Biopsychology tomorrow and i'm googling Lee Beom-Soo and oogling.

I know he's not your typical (insert your hot celeb here) but totally yeng okay! Meh.

uh,

yeah.

Biopsychology now.

Oh and don't google him pls.

Cos I think I picked his best pics.

Apparently he has a very bad sense for hairstyle.

=_=

I doubt anyone besides me finds him (even mildly) attractive.

But I promise if you watch the show and see his asshole character damn yeng ...

*cheng cheng cheng!

Ok. Maybe it'll still be just me.

v=_="

emotional breakdown. period. fts.

` let's do the turkish march

Technically, 80 questions and seven chapters would average out to about 11 plus or minus questions from each chapter. So technically, if he could ask ten questions, WHAT WOULD THEY BE? And if it's just ten questions from every chapter and ALL THAT READING?

*background noises - Stapler punching, shuffling of papers etc*

you get the hustle bustle effect? Yeah.

Then,

mom & I.

You doing project?

Nope. Exam tmr, print notes today.

Then i think my mom kept quiet and I ran out of the room. Yeahhhh.

fml. hohoho.

` so uncommon I gave this post a new tag

Breaking Newsssss

(you only get this when i'm in the middle of uhm "studying")

Yeahhhh.

Anywayyyyy,

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Guess whoooooooo!

Seriously, I see this as once in a lifetime thing.


heh.

Okeh. I officially am irritated with colours. Never had so many colours in one blog post before. Even all my blog post put together also not so many colours! BiG DAYYYY.

GUESSS WHHOOOOOOOOZZZZ.

k bye