5:15 pm
fickle pickle
Squander Away
this is for you Debbie!
cus i didn't intend to blog,
but since you asked and since you're my debbiekins,
i shall blog.
well, here's a short one.
because we can't afford to
"SQUANDER OUR TIME AWAY".
so anyway,
school is gg to be so much more hectic.
plan training, odac, study.
my life is gg to revolve arnd these 3 things.
i am officially,
a no life.
so here's to PITY-I !
and to lots more bitching!
and coughing. ):
11:00 pm
fickle pickle
met a girl at a pineapple parking lot
randomness and getting high seems to be infecting me recently.
hence the title of this entry.
ohhyea.
goodness, i'm so sleepy.
and i'm starting to detest workload already.
and here's a portrait i drew of glen a few days back during lit lecture.
does it look like it?
burn maths,burn!
9:56 pm
fickle pickle
one foot after the other
as this year draws on,
we just keep placing one foot after the other.
time to chin up and move on.
oh, what can i say,
but the typical.
school's still school cept it's more hectic.
people are still people.
but the air of ambivalence
and gossip never fades.
secrets, lies, conniption fits.
still the same.
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it's just like how i've been running.
in circles, in circles-
dizzying circles.
one foot after another,
patter patter patter.
it hurts-
the pit of your stomach.
your lungs are burning,
your head splits,
your heart cringes.
but still,
one foot after the other,
we carry on-
oh carry on,
and play this running thing all over again
even though it hurts.
cus' it feels damn good when we stop.
11:57 am
fickle pickle
It's officially the dawn of the first day of school
hello everybody.
there's school in a few hours and i am not asleep.
well, clearly.
did i mention my sleeping pattern's haywire.
this spells bad.
b-a-d.
bad
oh i went shopping the whole of today.
let me summarize.
heels kill, manymany clothes.
which makes me regret buying half of what i bought.
shit, it always happens.
you know when you tend to buy too much that you end up unhappy with one of your goods?
yes, so from now on,
moderation.
urgh, but it's so hard when you know your mom is only gg to fork out money for this one and only shopping trip of the year.
sad isn't it.
uh huh.
i'm just wallowing in self pity right now and oh, how i wish there isn't school tmr
today.
bring it on.not.
1:50 am
fickle pickle
to the left, to the left; everything in the box to the leftsigh, much to my disdain,i have wiped out the first 2 seasons of grey's anatomy already.now i can't wait to get my itchy hands on season 3.the show's addictive i tell you.so's prison break.yay, season 2 dvds are on the way when school reopens.i swear i'm such a serial junkie.anyways, this thing about 2007 is just absurd.to tell you the truth,31 dec 06 and 1 jan 07feels just like any other day fading into another.memories, memories, memories.it's all i'm carrying.and hence, everything in the box to the left& so this year,i resolve to1. clean up after myself2. perfect time management3. correct my posture(according to the doctor my spine's bent O: )4. stop procrastinating5. lose some fats.hahah, well no.5 always stays with every new year.speaking of resolutions,guess what's my mom's?it's too nag at more at me.how sweet.horrifying!seriously,whose mother resolves to do that?`okay, i'm going to end off with a spelling lesson for debbiekins.Anuptaphobia; fear of staying single. (heehee)alright, alright,for both of us,Decidophobia; fear of making decisions!&i ♥ you, tubby
9:41 am
fickle pickle