quack you.
now bow down to your royal highness.
well oh gosh i'm not posh.
go on then, go on report me.
i'm english, try and deport me.
mmm.. i like weird brit-ish chicks who rap. their accent is way wicked. oh and brit-ish guys who go around saying "i'm smart as fuck" too.. but Christopher Dunnum is grace's cause i have a bf to adore anyway. =p
andddd.. i really should be studying right now.
quack those mother quacking quacks who came up with that quacked up idea of exams.
au secour !!!!!
Life's a cookie. | 31.10.06 |
yes, i do talk to myself.. so bah.
i - am - so - fucking - going - to - crash - and - burn - during - my - o - fucking - levels..
i'm not ready.
my studies are being affected by "speedbumps" in "other areas of life".
i'm lazy.
i'm still slacking off. (which is why i have the goddamn time to rant on my blog)
i'm not that bright. (you'd probably have noticed that by now)
and i think that certain things that i've heard from one of the most loved and hated friend in my life may be true.
even from the mouth of a feministic strange girl who i've known for long enough.
cause,
sweetheart, you bring me highs that wear down fast.
Life's a cookie. | 30.10.06 |
worn hearts on torn sleeves.
okay.. above we see Exhibit A, dora's failed attempt to be all "artsy fartsy" on the TPE overhead bridge. what can i say, at least i try.. art exam's on wednesday and i'm not even half way through my prep work. one word... shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
Achivements of the day (and night) :
1. Wrote a one liner for French compo o level exam. ( au secour !!!! )
2. Spilt tea down shirt at Grace's house. (and realised it was painfully hot after 5 seconds.. i'm slow. embrace it.)
3. WALKED from Grace's place back home.. no kidding. then again its just sengkang and punggol. but i'm d-o-r-a goddammit.. so its a bloody miricle i WALK anywhere. (i'm lazy, embrace that too.)
not bad huh..
oh and i threw black paint at my wall in a vicious rabid fit. kids don't try this at home. well, at least this house isn't rented.. i think. oh shit.
Life's a cookie. | 27.10.06 |
caffeinated highs.
i am happy. happy happy happy.
high really. but still. i think i wanna marry you lovely. :)
oh and incase y'all haven't noticed.. pictures on my blog have only been appearing recently cause i got a new phone.. i am NOT bragging. i swear. anyway, i've been living off an antique for years and i think i deserve to be exposed to some new form of technology. which i by the way don't really know how to use.. but shh..
and i've just spontaneously decided to change my o level art topic. but who gives a fuck really.. would those British Cambridge people care? i don't think sooooooooooooo...
lalalalalalalaalalaa.
such great heights.
Life's a cookie. | 23.10.06 |
that may be all i need.
see the cat? isn't she adorable? and ah fuck i lost her at the chalet thingy.. bah. at least i can safely blame aaron for wanting to go play pool so i couldn't possibly bring a kitten into the pool area.. mm.. hopefully she isn't cat meat somewhere. ARE YOU GUILTY NOW LOVE? hahaha.
anyway i had a blast.. and got a hell lot more tan.. and when i got back then i completely had a stressed-to-the-point-of-wanting-to-jump-out-of-the-nearest-window episode cause i realised my science o level practical was the next day.. mm.. its a definate flunk now anyway.
oh and i'm a paranoid, oversensitive, emotional nuclear bomb/train wreck.. hell, put the two togther and voila..
okay i forgot the point i was trying to make.
nevermind.
Life's a cookie. | 20.10.06 |
we've got the dreamer's disease.
i'm an official holy ass.. attended church twice in a week.. and believe me, if you know me well enough its a god damn miracle if i wake up that early AND arrive on time (sorta)..
my hun should be proud of me. i'm following in his (many sizes than mine) footsteps. right right? no? okay then.. well i tried.
exams are gonna give me a tight slap in the face real soon.. so someone remind me whats the definition of the word "studying" again? i kinda forgot in the midst of being englufed by my little friend, Stupidity.
just don't be afraid to liveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
come around we'll kick your asses.
you got the music in you.
Life's a cookie. | 15.10.06 |
apathyandassholes.
okay.. so i finally got my fairytale knight in shining armour on a white horse back again.. fine, screw the horse, he cycles on a bike.. and its not white. okay nevermind.. hehe.
BAM! scared yet?
Life's a cookie. | 13.10.06 |
you don't love me anymore. (fucking funny. god i could memorise this song)
We've been together for so long
But now things are changing, oh I wonder what's wrong?
Seems you don't want me around
The passion is gone and the flame's died down
I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team
You used to think I was nice
Now you tell all your friends that I'm the Antichrist
Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes on my car?
That kind of thing is hard to ignore
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore
I knew that we were having problems when
You put those piranhas in my bathtub again
You're still the light of my life
Oh darling, I'm begging
Won't you put down that knife?
You know, I even think it's kinda cute the way
You poison my coffee just a little each day
I still remember the way that you laughed
When you pushed me down the elevator shaft
Oh, if you don't mind me asking, what's this poisonous cobra
Doing in my underwear drawer?
Sometimes I get to thinking you don't love me anymore
You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill
Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers
Oh, you think I'm ugly and you say I'm cheap
You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep
You drilled a hole in my head
Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead
Oh, you know this really isn't like you at all
You never acted this way before
Honey, something tells me you don't love me anymore
Oh no no
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore
Life's a cookie. | 11.10.06 |
so explain to me the sordid taste between my teeth.
cause sweetheart you're sweetalk's worn dry.
and i really should be at school right now if the substance that helped me fall asleep hadn't woke me up with a bomb to the head.
fine i deserved it.
c'est la vie, right?
bonjour le monde.
(good morning world.)
Life's a cookie. | 11.10.06 |
but your taste still lingers on my lips and i starve.
i starve for you. cause this new diet's liquid, and dulling to the senses and its crude. but it will do.
dis.ap.point (ds-point) Pronunciation Key v. dis.ap.point.ed, dis.ap.point.ing, dis.ap.points v. tr.
-To fail to satisfy the hope, desire, or expectation of.
-To defeat the fulfillment of (hopes, plans, etc.); thwart; frustrate: to be disappointed in love.
to walk away..
and leave lonely shadows in your wake.
would you stop the looks of disdain long enough for me to ask why?
Life's a cookie. | 10.10.06 |
here's my bright idea, i'll just disappear.
this is a blank space.
Life's a cookie. | 9.10.06 |
Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us.
mmmmmm.. this weekend i completely slacked off. ah well.. c'est la vie. oh and french o level orals was the usual disaster/train wreck.
woke up early.. correction. WOKEN up early to accompany Gracie to church.. dragged my holy-ass boyfriend along as well. hehe. much appreciated by me by the way love. turned out better than i expected.. pretty much without my best friend trying to kill my bf.. more like they ganged up against me with the same expressions and reactions. VERY SCARY. well i'm never doing that again. they're like twins or something. damn. hahaha. nah kiddin.. it was hella fun. plus aaron thinks that Pastor Prince is hot. well he is.. *drool. nah kiddin. its church. its church. its church.
okay i'm off to do drugs.
i mean study drugs.
in my bio book.
for my exam.
fuck.
Life's a cookie. | 8.10.06 |
to seasonal madness and substitutes for love.
wouldyouliewithmeandjustforgettheworld
mm.. finally some time to update.. been stressing over that educational shit too much recently.. i think i may just be tip-toe-ing at the brink of sanity.. 3 words.. o levels are shit.. okay fine, i failed maths. BIG FUCKING DEAL. bah.
can one be afraid to feel? cause along with that kind of emotional stuff comes paranoia and a load of other shit that i often find too painful and troublesome to handle.. then again there's always a risk to take when it comes to love.. does that sound cliched or what.
damn. talk about emo-ism.
i fucking miss ya hun. *pouts pathetically.
xXoOxOooOxxX.
(small kiss, big kiss, small hug, big hug, small hug, big hug, small hug, small hug, big hug, small kiss, small kiss, big kiss)
yes i am a loser. i already know, no need for any reminders.
Life's a cookie. | 4.10.06 |