January 2012
20 posts
seriously, why do i even bother reading your bullshit?!
the block i stay in has a little garbage dumping area on the first floor.. and since it is chinese new year, people have been throwing out furniture and all sorts.. today as i was walking home from my aunt’s, i saw the resident stray cat curled up on a couch that was at the dumping ground.
i’m glad that it is comfy, for a while.
Loving is good if your dick’s made of wood And the dick left inside only half understood her What makes her come and what makes her stay? What make the animal run, run away yeah What makes him stall, what makes him stand And what shakes the elephant now And what makes a man? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
la professor & la fille danse damien rice
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...”
– Voltaire (via blua)
happy chinese new year
why’s it such a crime to be myself
“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”
– Confucius (via kari-shma)
just had lunch on board again
i wish i had a...
i’m just a little bit caught in the middle
i don’t like post-its.
i think it’s messy and not pleasing to look at no matter what colour it is in, falls off and the stickyness is a yucky kind. and when you try to dispose of it later it sticks to the bin lining. so months later- you still see it and it’s all ratty and dirty and gross.
it probably serves it’s purpose but i think it’s an absolute eyesore.
not...
[sai-rai-todd-roy-nga]
Pow gave me this thai seaweed-sesame fried thing. It is yummy but even if it was just seaweed on its own i would like it..
Adding sesame on it and then frying it is like unecessary calories…
Anyway, i’m very conscious of eatign loudly/crunching loudly/eating in public cos i look like a glutton most of the time, and i suppose i would’ve enjoyed it better if i was in the comforts...
Chocolat
“But still the clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought.”
saturday nights
went to long bar yesterday because it was dan’s birthday, everyone was there and i remember how i couldnt stop laughing when chris told me he has a nightmare everytime he drinks this particular wine that came in a vacuum sealed box and three days ago, he drank it and had a nightmare that a zombie was attacking him and he punched it.. only to end up punching the wall and waking up in sheer...
i hate how i cant sleep really late anymore and still be a bundle of energy the next day… now i get 5 hours of sleep and the next morning i either sleep through my alarm, or fall asleep standing up on the train. very soon im going to start getting old people problems like hangovers and shit
the stop light turns red just as we’re approaching and J goes:
“FUCK SHIT WANK BOLLOCKS”
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now i know how sailors really swear
i was just looking through my email and looking at the old mails ive sent various people and i saw one that i sent my professor while i was in uni.. it was an extra credit assignment and we had to send the prof sample questions that he may/may not use in the final exam, and i sent him this one and it only just hit me now how DUMB it is/was:
2. Which of the following was NOT brought about by mass...
sometimes i hate how the tumblr universe works. i go on fyeahtattoos and realise that the submissions that get more notes are simply- photos with better composition. and sometimes, most times, the word “hope” on someone’s wrist gets more votes than a well detailed, coloured, shaded, non cliche, non cheesy piece of art. what bull.
back from the uk..
will leave my thoughts for another day.
i loved the long plane ride home in the A380 though. it was huge and i loved the entertainment screen and i watched midnight in paris- GREAT FILM, all throughout i kept nudging J to tell him who else Gils had met but stopped when he gave me a tired look at “HE MET DALI!!!!” and i watched Life in a Day - another great one....
December 2011
11 posts
spent my sunday in town
feel like everyone is becoming copies of each other, of posters, of models, of posters of models. so many people taking photos with faux christmas trees, nice cars, abercrombie and fitch models.. like their lives depended on it.
very strange
i can’t remember the last time something was SO funny that i just laughed fully, loudly, horribly(more horribly), painfully, and felt embarrassed after but only for a minute. i can remember, actually, but it was so long ago it feels like i never did.
me: Dropped by petstore for bunnyfood on way home and saw full-sized toucans being kept in cages for sale… quite heartbreaking
J: Poor things. just saw a monkey in yard….
me: Hahahahahahhahahaha
it’s all a fucking dance but im happy
November 2011
21 posts
Pack up
your troubles in your old kit bag and
bury them beneath the sea
cant sleep dont want to sleep end up sleeping 3 hours wake up for work want to sleep while working go home thinking gonna sleep early for sure today but then next day it all happens again
new compact powder
mommy: Cynthy wat powder u bot 4 me. Now i look like avatar character. Tried washing it but very stubborn. With that im going out with dad now Look very klaka*!
me: hahahahahahahhaahha!!!! Mommmm…. forgot to tell you not to use too much hahaha. So it’s too bright? I couldn’t stop laughing for 10 minutes when i read your message.
mommy: Yah avatar on the streets!
*malay/tamil...
“After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a...”
– Carl Sagan (via space-man-spiff)
Reasons why i hate public transport #299
was on a very crowded train today and this girl was standing in front of me. sorry to say - but a typical orchard barbie(OB for convenience) by the looks of it (yes how freaking judgmental am i). a few seconds later.. an old woman accidentally trips while the train jerks and steps on OB’s foot. woman apologises profusely (and loudly) while OB just looks irritatedly stoic and flips her hair....
GOING FOR ELTON JOHN!!!!!!!!!
mom: DINNER R u eating, r u eating brother john, brother john, na na na na, na na na na na ding dong bell, ding dong bell, pussy in the well…. me: Mom are you okay mom: something wrong already - want 2 b music teacher.
(later)
mom: (…) Love u
me: Love you too! Ding dong bell
mom: Yes, kong kong bell, puss in the well.
J and I went on a little holiday
he said “let’s go sailing”
and we capsized
it amazes me how brave and how silly and how original i can be when i’m drunk,
and not even the slightest bit embarrassed about anything
oh why can’t i be that way all the time
we made pie
M83
best thing in my life right now.
it makes me so fucking sad
nothing matters at all
life is so temporary.
nothing is worth worrying about
it is all going to happen anyway.
music is such a gift.