my sweet love

im watching this ancient westlife vcd my dad bought me when i was still crushing madly on mark feehily (in the innocent days before i found out he is, alas, gay) and it’s bringing back so many strange butterfly-in-stomach feelings i can hardly stand it. the cheesy light effects and metallic jumpsuits are only making it more endearingly horrible. oh boy i miss those heady days of infatuation and insanity, when the sound of his velvet voice would send me into paroxysms of glee..there was always this particular smell in the air during those endless happy afternoons when i would sit in front of the computer faithfully visiting all his fan sites, and up till now i still get high when i smell it. mad love, im singing along!

last night i dreamt that someone told me i had alot of people in my msn list. i was rather surprised because my msn list can be described in many ways, such as ‘about the length of a palm’, but long is definitely not it.

i remember the inanest things.

restless pylorus

i should have done this in jc; twouldve distracted ms yee from my atrocious answers.

everything i know is wrong

i keep listening to this cd and crying. ugh. so fucking tired. need sleep. need peace. need my readings to be magically read and understood and remembered.

am losing weight i cant afford to lose. my arms are turning to sticks; i should probably go donate blood soon before i fall past the limit. need someone to remind me to eat.

and i have wireless for the first time (okay third) and tomorrow’s lectures arent loaded yet. fucking irresponsible twits.

I look out for you
Come rain, come shine
What good does it do?
I guess I’m a record you’re tired of
I guess we’re just older now
I guess I’m a toy that is broken
I guess we’re just older now

And if I need anything at all

I need a place that’s hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place where I can make my bed
A lover’s lap where I can lay my head
Because now the room is spinning
The day’s beginning -

somebody hug me

a pox upon delayed government correspondence.

a pox upon inconvenient three-hour breaks.

a pox upon my chesty bits, which are too small to hold a strapless bra up.

ive only just recently (in the past five minutes) discovered that perogative is not spelled as such, but instead as prerogative. you learn something new every day.

SUCK ON MY CHOCOLATE SALTY BALLS

roffle. i love this song.

whats the use of a blog if i write only of insignificant details?

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First of all I told her I was not worthy of her, was not ready to commit, blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., etc. Then I told her about Plato’s allegory – that the first humans had four legs, four arms and two heads and were perfectly happy cartwheeling around the earth, but the gods looked down on them and became jealous and cut each human in half. The humans now had two arms, two legs and one head each. They seemed happy enough on the surface, and they were able to walk and to play, but inside they were in turmoil, and were forever looking for their other half, so they could feel complete again.

I said, ‘Marigold, you will find your other half one day. He is out there now, looking for you.’

She peered through the windscreen as if expecting to see her other half standing by the laurel hedge.

-Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction

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i ised to be able to do (slightly crooked) cartwheels when i was a fat little thing in a pink leotard and tutu; now i can maybe get my feet about six inches off the ground.

long live the pleasure of the obscure analogy

i still need some sleep

its been a long tedious drive back home. i love rain, i love the sloshy wet between my toes, i love the sharp smell of precipitation in the air, i love sitting in a cold deserted bus with the drumming just barely audible over my music. but this endless dreary prickle only gets on my nerves; it makes my slippers uncomfortably moist and sandy, it seeps into my bones the way real rain doesnt, it can only muster up a half-hearted trickle on roofs. rain should either be sheeting down or somewhere else. the heavens should pander to me, dammit.

in other news, school’s been in for a week and already ive made a complete fool of myself in tutorial. the only saving grace has been adrian mole and his soppy accidental fiance. i love the way pandora calls him aidy; its a particularly pimply name and brings to mind fond memories of his past escapades with Clearasil.

sleepover tomorrow, woohoo! only nine days left. too little time.

am back! from china! bearing toothpicks and eggs! shall wait till i have the energy to post pictures and stuff, right now i need lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of sleep

help, i dont want school to start