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1.7.09

i think these are the kinda moods that i hate
the kinds when you make a wish over your eyebrow hair instead of your eyelash
the kinds when you have soap in your eye but you don't rinse it with water in the bathroom
it stings, but you lean your head against the wall crying anyway
it's like when everyone thinks you're stupid
but then again, they don't mean it
then i think to myself, is it my period that's creeping up to attack my uterus again?
"i think so," says the womb, "i'm starting to feel heavy again"
"yes you dimwit, i gave the signal already!" says the pus-filled pimple on your face
you shrug and stare at yourself in the mirror, naked, and you aren't even shocked at how a foreign germ bubble and your sensory organ just communicated with each other
and you actually understand 'body' language
hahahaaa

kel's back in school
and so is nida
lynette and i had fun during chemistry
i seriously like physics practicals
art was very productive....... not.

okay so if you ask me how art thou (thee)
i think i'm moody and tired and i have essays to finish
but i can't blame nobody for it,
"because you were supposed to finish it during the holidays!"
now i don't feel like listening to anything
but Opera.
not phantom of the opera kind, no, but like the ones you watch in the Opera House in Paris
then the taxi drives you back to the hotel to get changed for dinner
past the eiffel tower that has glittering lights all over at 7.00 sharp in the evening
and past the black painted pole in the tunnel that Princess Diana's car crashed into eons ago
i'm smelling the rose scent of a soap bar i bought from Zagreb, Croatia
i really want to get away right now.
yeah maybe my family can afford it and all, but i shall work hard just like you guys,
i won't rely on any financial assistance until i prove to myself i can be as financially stable as to travel the world with a partner.

i will emphasize on one point.
do not. use my lingo.
for whoever tries to, don't.
you learn new words from reading books/ newspapers.
not ling's blog.

"The World's Best Job" starts today
Ben Southall is some lucky shit
so is my friend Kanika too~
nicole tee is the best studying table buddy i could ever have
and God knew just who to put me with
how come You know me so well sia...aa@@@...

no love-in today