yawnn

hi, sleepy. got a ton of things to do.
shd be sleeping/studying/writing smth but am changing blogskin instead after like two years.

okay will blog properly tmr bye.

THIS IS OUR SONG THEY'RE PLAYING

am in class listening to anzoe's grp presentation, my grp is up next and i am scaredddd. feel like we miss out some stuff but i think its just paranoia. i hope.

was trying to do work ytd before gg to meet sheryl and jolene at starbucks, but chn5 had to screen new york minute, and obviously i had to watch cos ashley olsen's sooo pretty.

spent $7 on a mocha venti, was so gd, but dont like their whipped cream.

couldnt slp last night so i posted four photo albums on fb. and i nvr had any before. cool. addictive. v satisfying.

gtg, too nervous to type.

just beyond my reach; the weekend, the chips on the highest shelf and YOU

hahahha i just came up w the title. the chips part isnt true, cos i dont hv any, but i really cant reachthe highest shelf. sadness. and the YOU part is kiiiiinda true, because i want a lot of ppl, but all of them are like, not real actual ppl within my reach. for eg, i want marc blucas! i hv no idea where he is, but he is hawt. me like. haha.

i also want Leehom, D.Cook, A XuShaoYang (AXSY), vin diesel, no work, and the toilet. cannot hold pee. lol damn, why do i talk abt these things. damn damn damn.

i shd be doing work. damn.

was on msn for the longest time just now (2hrs, but its real long since i nvr use it) and was talking to kanika bout random stuff when i suddenly said, for no reason at all except maybe guilt, "i shd be doing work, but im msn-ing and wishing i were doing a hot guy instead" SKANKSKANKSKANK. where do i get these things from. lucky i nvr save my convos. hhahahha.

so tmr's class got pushed up to nine, woohoo! get to leave early, and then can go back to anderson first before meeting colin sinying and linhao to get bbq food. gyps outing! 6A and B outing. awesome-ness. though not as awesome as a movie might be. omg, we shd totally do a movie after supper!!!! awesomenessssssssss.

so tmr looks like a blast from the past, with sec sch frens, then pri sch dudes. promising. me likes.

then saturday...i hv no idea what im doing, but i gotta wake early. damn it. i think by tmr night i will crash and sleep as long as Rip van winkle. is that his name? or is it winkle van rip or van rip winkle or smth like that. gawd, this is dumb, i cant even rmb the coordination of the name.

gonna meet meifeng minshan yy the gang on sat, yay. wait, no yay, im broke as....my heart. sob. ok, incorrect grammar. whatever. lol, im plain broke.
then sunday, meeting kanika pris and misato. and khairi! to get my cds. yay!!!! i miss my cds. i hope we dont spend money. munny. bunny. irrelevant. food. hahhaha!

monday....relatives coming over. damnnnnn. i dont wanna pack my room, it'll take aeons.

i wanna sleep. yawnnnnn. i want to be seduced by the likes of erm, dwayne johnson! yum. ew, im effing skanky. ugh, grace! fuck, im damn disgusting. and hungry, me is hungry. me is also fat. and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy. think im falling sick, keep having to blow my nose. not good, not good. bring on the Vitamin C! Vit.C. VC. reminds me of VJ, which reminds me of the convo i had w xinping just now. and colin, which leads me to tmr's activities. and the weekend. which brings me to this again. wow, cyclical. like fashion. damn, just reminded myslf of work. argh, how aggravating. i dont like to draw :(

i want a tiger. why am i so obsessed w tigers and cats? it's like jude devaraux's character in...remembrance, w the monkey or smth. lol no, i thik im just nuts. the monkey thing was so romantic. and tragic. and erm, not real. im lke earth element, so i gotta be grounded. real. not grounded like i cant go out, cos that wld be sad. big time.

maybe if i just close my eyes for a leeeeeetle while...five min, one hr...the whole night...NO I MUST STAY OFF THE BED.

damn, i suck.

the sunday that wasnt to be

im at bishan mac now sandwiched between two tables of families w children. fuck children. must they scream their lungs out every fucking minute of their fucking lives?

i cant believe i hv to be here. and the stupid person we're waiting for is effing late. and this is her JOB. fuck.

and i only hv one hr left on this laptop. fuck, again.

and marc bulcas is hot. okay, i shd hv been doing my work instead of watching tv. but damn, he is hot. and soooo sexy. so wrong to be talking abt this in public.

what it looks like and what it actually is

dont say i am emo. dont say i am trying to AA. dont say i am this-and-that when you dont know me. dont say leehom loves you when he doesnt because actually he loves ME. lol. dont say this is so typical of me, because how can you know that when even i dont. dont say anything you made up, Mum, because i dont know how you came up with it when it has never happened before and isnt true. (you dont hv the faintest inkling of who i am, do you?) dont say i am conceited, because well, it may just be true and i may be so pissed i'll kill you from a million miles away with my magic powers. dont say, "what happened? you know im always here for you!" no, i dont think i know. and i dont particularly care right now, but thats beside the point.

the point.

im not emo! im not trying to get attention! im trying to express myself. because thus far i suck really badly at it. really really badly. what i cannot say, i write/type. and there's a lot i cannot say. so yeah, expression.

yeah i hv a sense of humour, and yeah im funny when im anything other than content.

i think i need to sleep now. i think...i think...