OKAY, HOLY RAINBOWS IS THIS DAMN FUNNY!
(i, melvin, gwen and gabriel)
i am wondering why i went to school?
it was four hours of 3D workshop which wasn't much of a class.
two thirds of both classes appeared absent.
i think i went to school for this:
I did a test, and here are the results.
The Window Shopper
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf)
Loving, hopeful, open.
Likely to carry on an romance from afar.
You are The Window Shopper.
You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life.
You're a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it's likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones.
You've had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there'll be much more to come.
Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes.
Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met.
Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence.
It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns.
Your ideal match is someone who'll love you back with equal fire, and someone you've grown to love slowly.
A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad.
Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs.
BEWARE: The Hornivore
CONSIDER: The Gentleman, The Loverboy, The Boy Next Door
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jiggle it, jiggle it, jiggle it, jiggle it, jiggle it.
hokaydokay, today's not much of a saturday.
i shopped and i went to liquid with ali.
and now i will nap for an hour before waking up to 5 o'clock for breakfast with gabriel.
in conclusion, the sims can't dance.
it is 4:20 am and i only completed a quarter of my assignments so it wouldn't burn through my weekends.
(weekends are sidelined for partying!)
blah blah colour wheel blah blah colour chart which takes dino years, seriously maybe even BC years. (before christ)
i painted like slightly more than 100 boxes, a centimetre by another centimetre with more than 100 shades lah!
the result, a splitting headache, a little rainbow seeing and spastic shakedy hands from all the concentration and neat work.
now i'm lefttt with a major 3D projects weighing me downnnnnn lowwww.
let me tell you that i badly needd sleeeeeeeep to energizeee for shopping and clubbinggg tomorrow evening.
3 jokes for today:
1. JOAKIM IS SAFE.
singaporeans should stop voting for him, seriously.
2. leaving her immoral past behind her Paris Hilton is trying to encourage women to join her on her “no sex for a year” promise.
HAHAHAHAAHAHAH.
3. OH OH! EMO GUIDE!
(particularly for gwen, ashley and a litttttle bit of netty)
and let me tell you, you guys nearly match half of what's in the guide.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, LIKE SERIOUSLY?
the lecturer gave us less than a week to what seemed a major project to complete, be due this thursday.
we had a useless make-up class last saturday which the class used to go against her, bringing up the fact that there wasn't enough time and just tooo much on our hannds to complete.
it could not be postponed since it was the curriculums requirement that this be completed by the due date.
then then then the day before presentation, she cancels class to go to london.
i got gwen over to help me yesterday, got up early to write my report and was abouttt to head out to do the printingg and the mounting.
now, we have to go to school on saturday for presentation.
YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS RIGHT!
from all the days of rush and fuss, i am going to make it up now by glueing my ass to the couch for somee teellyyy-veeeee.
uploaded yesternights photos, only half.
i'll continue tomorrow because my project is giving me a headache.
i had to go to school today, a saturday.
4 hours of workshop and this is what i do.
did i tell you i'm starting to dread school.
yes, i'm afraid of the project briefs given out every lesson.
and as it is, i've already more than five, all filed up.
so as i dread school, i decided to take today off.
today's good, no today's great.
and tomorrow is going to be shit because i will wake up with a zit on my face and realise again and again and againnnnnn that i'm putting on more weight.
i put this dress on reserve, pretty.
& in the shot posted in my last entry, i have not done a thing to my hair.
same old same old long long.
from the friday of last week till today, something (i don't know how to describe) has happened to me three times already.
it all starts innocent where i play with some random mother's baby.
not until she gets all comfortable, pushes her shirt over her breasts and starts breastfeeding in public.
and in public, i don't mean a public toilet with a mother's room.
i mean in the bus, in the mrt and in a foodcourt.
this happened all three times and after all three times, the baby is one helluva happy monkey after milked.
THREE TIMES IN FOUR DAYS!
i think i've seen about enough boosoms for a less than a week.
& traffic police test tomorrow.
cry for pass.
cry for fail.
the advantages of waiting.
a month or so back, i had to buy this top from mango but my finances disallowed me to do so.
i pretended i did not see it and continued life as usual.
today, the family and i crossed over the border to johor.
just my luck, the top (in my size) was on sale, and by sale, i mean more than 50% off!
so tonight, i will sleep smiling even though there are other matters bothering me.
my last friday evening.
my sister does a really good job at annoying me, getting on every nerve i have.
obvious to the naked eye that gabriel was first up, my sister is now the top.
she put the veronicas on repeat on the iTunes.
so god help her.
tonight i feel sick.
i was close to passing-out whilst waiting an hour or so for the bus, literally.
mind you, there were no seats.
and i wouldn't call that a bus stop because it was shelterless and only had the bus sign to indicate it was a bus stop.
i stood there, restless and about to cry from the aches, cold sweat and a fever.
singaporeans pay a large sum of tax and it won't kill to improve in certain areas you refuse to already.
and quit having fireworks every other god damn day, it isn't cheap and it brings about a smelly crowd.
i have so much to say but i'm physically and mentally exhausted.
tonight i am irritable.
and it takes no time to fall in love
but it takes you years to know what love is
and it takes some fears to make you trust
it takes those tears to make it rust
it takes the dust to have it polished
i can't say much about zouk because, because.
but i woke up to a morning much brighter.
(ministry of sound, a saturday ago)
it's howard (the eye for a guy runner up) and i.
i can love with all of my heart, baby.
but with a player like you, i don't have a prayer.
i'm having a day from hell and i'm feeling hungover.
& THE ONLY LOVE I KNOW IS NICHOLAS TSE AND SHAWN YUE.
this is the affect emo can give you.
ashes, i like you better un-emo-ed.
we all know it's the seven month.
and for the sake of it, i give you this.
if there's something strange in your neighborhood
who you gonna call?
ghostbusters!
if there's something weird and it don't look good
who you gonna call?
ghostbusters!
i ain't afraid of no ghost
if you're seeing things running through your head
who can you call?
ghostbusters!
an invisible man sleeping in your bed
oh, who you gonna call?
ghostbusters!
i ain't afraid of no ghost
if you're all alone, pick up the phone
and call
ghostbusters!
i ain't afraid of no ghost
i hear it likes the girls
GHOSTBUSTERS!
love the make up.
love the outfits.
love the figure.
love the song.
love chocolate.
I OFFICIALLY HATE THE WORKLOAD SCHOOL GIVES.
four projects already lah!
and i'm down with a stoney throat and one helluva watery nose.
and i'm not getting anything i want.
URGHHHHHHHH LAH!
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by far the most, sexy, raunchy, spastic, won't lose weight, dressy and role played workout.