oh my god im so depressed, the new hitchhiker is terrible. it’s so obvious colfer’s writing style is vastly different from adams’ and yet he tries to do the book with all the hitchhiker references and segues into the guide but it just ends up a painful mess and the dialogue is all wrong i can’t believe i bought it im going to have to sell it off i can’t keep it alongside my ultimate guide this is SACRILEGE kill me now. it really doesnt help that i re-read the trilogy before reading this one, the difference is all the more stark for it and no no no get it awayyyyyy from meeeee

a small and grumpy black cloud broils over my head

hello hello dear old blog whose existence giveth sustenance to several generations of mold

have been in generally quite a miserable mood the past few days. my new room isn’t panning out like i thought it would and the people i love are only ever free on weekends so i spend my weekdays bored out of my skull and weekends desperately trying to stretch 48 hours longer plus there was the terribly bad idea of confessing where i really go when i don’t come home and of course it’s only a week into december and yet i am already close to broke.

on the up side i have two very pretty new bras thank you girls and i cant wait to show them to you!

this is a nice idea though, one that i completely agree with -

I am nearsighted. Once, for about forty-five minutes, I thought this was a blessing. At that time, I was lying on the floor of a small cabin in Vermont on a cold winter day. Inches before me was a glass of claret, nearly empty, its stem sunk deep into the russet pile of the carpet. The orange flush of a roaring fire was dancing on the belly of the glass. It was beautiful, and it was all I saw clearly. The rest of the room was a warm blur. I felt alone in an elegant old photograph, a tintype with softened borders.

…

I contemplated my great good fortune. Only the nearsighted could truly understand the comforting intimacy of their affliction, I thought. Only the nearsighted can remove their glasses and be suddenly, profoundly alone with the book they are reading or the person they are loving.

am to count the number of boxes in the house tomorrow, i estimate there are more than thirty in my room alone and at least three times that in the rest of the house. moving should be a blast! fun with cardboard and lower back pain here we go here we go here we go ~

sad little ear worm

[19:04:08] Tai Yinxia: murt be nimble
[19:04:11] Tai Yinxia: murt be freak
[19:04:16] Tai Yinxia: HAHA
[19:04:29] Tai Yinxia: murt be jumping over candlestick
[19:05:32] debra chan: HAHA
[19:06:03] debra chan: bra be fat
[19:06:04] debra chan: bra be slow
[19:06:10] debra chan: bra jumps over and burns her toe

but seriously, who doesnt train and gets all As for IPPT anyway? or at least would so have. i protest for you! (in my head) you freaky long-armed monkey reach over here and hug me now

i do like to whine

it’s getting worse innit? im going to have to start a paper bag fund so i dont make the little children cry when i go out in public.

you and your drunken stupors

my face! permanently disfigured! (more so than before) made the most of it by walking around with bk looking down at the ground very meekly and sniffling a bit whenever someone passed us.

heh kidding. but this sucks i look like a grumpy chipmunk

mango me want

lessons learnt over the first four days of my twenty-first year:

1. turning 21 doesnt automatically make you smart and grown-up, it just makes you sad because you now feel obligated to act smart and grown-up when you know all you really want to do is stay in school and muck around with capsule shells forever
2. it is possible for a rabbit to have two hearts and a piece of paper left inside him after major surgery and still survive to look devastatingly intellectual on my bed
3. the anesthetic used in wisdom tooth extraction will, over time, migrate away from your jaw to leave the gaping hole in your gum throbbing like hell but your ear completely numb.
4. my mother will actually believe me if i tell her that i fell on my neck and bruised it
5. warmth is very nice, especially if it comes in the form of sticky-out hair and tiny sleepy eyes, i dont like sleeping alone any more

the lian fringe is kind of a fail, but i will persevere!

*nerd

OH MY GOD DILATANT FLOW. this is so so cool. hahaha!

also kindly stop verbally abusing me.

fast food is good for you.

i think i might be falling in love.
it’s a very scary feeling.
but exhilarating
kind of like what i imagine bungee jumping to be like
only BETTER.

anyway ive realised this blog is becoming increasingly narcissistic and pointless, might probably do it a bit of good to stop writing till i find something else to talk about other than myself or bananas models. in the meantime i shall concentrate on being less neurotic and growing out my fringe to the side in as ahlian a way as possible.

(-:

random (daughter of ford prefect)

heey someone finally clicked the bananas models link! only to discover it no longer works. whoops. this one will go on click it again, make me happy. haha.

im already happy!