now. if only singapore wasn’t tropical and located right smack on the equatorial line.

i’ll be off watching detroit metal city today.

interesting cast. haha. the teacher from hula girls is the slutty, trash-talking manager? this’ll be good.

my jumpsuit from forever 21 came in the mail today. yay yay yay yay. wearing it out now.

p.s. emma watson, you look stupid.

all photos except dmc taken from lj foto decadent.

love ya, ma.

i’d like sealed with a kiss sung by brian hyland to be played at my funeral.

it’s terribly alluring in a strange manner. heard it over the radio today.

from Tracy A.'s Flickr photostream

oops. truly sorry.

righto. so,

we were hanging around on friday night, and i, just bought, gel eyeliner.

for a whooping $20.60. works pretty well i guess. some odd japanese brand. i would’ve gotten maybelline but black was all sold out. =.= island-wide. wtf much?

well, i DID camwhore loads in the dressing room of one topshop outlet in orchard.

amrit and cara busied themselves in a corner of sephora brimming with bronzers and all that jazz while i skipped off to spray myself with paul smith rose. pity only the head notes smell good.

well,

i’m sorry bronzer on me looks like dirt.

slept and wasted my saturday, and most of sunday, until the night.

underaged clubbing at zouk is overrated and gross.

went to a random pub at clarke quay and got high on red bull. there was this amazing ex-marine who jammed with random strangers, and lemme tell you, she was AWWWSHUUMM. but crazy elephant sure charges a ton for a can of red bull. seven bucks a pop? are you fuh-reaking kidding?!

got pestered by suspicious caucasians. hmm. national sail team for barcelona? i don’t think so.

bumped into the good people that operate CLARKE QUAY’S G-MAX REVERSE BUNGY.

and,

scored a FREE ride.

adrenaline rush much. wheeeee!

hung out with the lot and some other people till five.

rushed to the one who seems like a chinese mafia guy’s house to sleep for two hours.

rushed home, changed, and went off to school on monday for guzheng camp.

and everything from thereon was a blur.

well, i did watching ju-on during the camp, play poker, and memorise my scores for syf.

anddddd. i got to eat shiraishi for lunch with my mum! and grab a book from borders.

it’s grotesque by natsuo kirino. fun stuff.

it’s the biggest loser on hallmark now. ciao!

p.s. this guy who i might have given my name to, has stalked me on facebook. and i am freaked out.

morbid looking siamese twin dolls by andrew yang

the second black friday of the year.

got slightly addicted to some songs. ;P

cloudy world and starless night by OLIVIA (it’s a mix of nihongo and engrish),

wishful thinking by the ditty bops,

paper bag by fiona apple,

bimbo nation by TV rock,

acceptable in the 80s by calvin harris,

1901 and too young by phoenix,

i love to boogie and get it on by t rex,

and poker face by lady gaga

GAHHHH. I WANT WOLFGANG AMADEUS PHOENIX!!

slightly afraid of listening to chinese democracy.

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confession: i only get music sources from watching movies and teevo.

in fact, that’s how i got to like the awwshum johnny cash. nooo! not from walk the line. but rory o’shea was here (inside i’m dancing).

you know, the cover he did for nine inch nails.

best. cover. ever.

does listening to ring of fire make you feel like jumping too?

i’d like to read kafka on the shore.

and own morbid looking dolls whenever i listen to melancholic cash. like, bridge over troubled water. sorry elvis, cash does this better. and when june sings. oh, just kill me.

i just giggled when i typed elvis. because i typed elvis. ahhh, he has pretty eyelashes.

tgif.

anywho, i was braindead at school.

“so gwen, what happens to the phagosome when it enters the cell?”

“ermmm.”

and again.

“what is the function of the centriole?”

all very in your face questions with terrifically easy answers.

/smash head on table.

p.e. is simply saddening. i shrank 2 cm.

anddddd. that makes a ton of difference in captain’s ball.

oh yeah. pw was such a blast.

going out with amrit and cara at six. whoop-de-doo.

oh. hi there kinokuniya. you light up my day. truly.

btw, does anyone out there read skip beat! ?

hurry up and come out chapter 137. please. please. please.

oh right. term break begins NAO. too much homework. too much cca. not too happy.

cheers kiddo,

from elander's flickr photostream

(warning: i was feeling angsty when i wrote this. think: watching the biggest loser and being disturbed by la familia)

i’ve been told by many (of my classmates) that this one liner was the most unromantic of a dungpile of cheesy, campy crap offering a marriage proposal.

whut.

i wouldn’t mind.

when i first heard it, i thought it was pretty cool actually. not that i’d want to live in a hdb flat. (it’s the idea. buying a house together? yes please.)

isn’t it terribly ingenius? liek, slap your head x9820439. duh!

jeez. i think the worst way to go about it is putting the ring in my food. gah. bleargh.

i’d probably swallow it. and have to be rushed to a hospital to get it pumped out. or i’d choke on it. and die.

nice.

although i have been misunderstood by so many, my favourite genre is actually romance. it’s just that there’s just so many STUPID romance novels that are shitty and predictable. i hate them.

yeah. so i’d rather stuff my head with blood and gore and dark humour than taint it with that shit.

knight in shining armour sitting atop his pure white stead? i’d be instantly repulsed by his glaring pearly whites. (you vain cow. how much did that cost you? veneers??)

if i were to get married to some guy, i’d want COMMITMENT & LOVE & CARE damnit!

the proposal doesn’t have to be completely awesome. it just has to be the right guy.

and,
all those mental lists that every has in the back of their heads.

to me, that’s just pure fun. i’d be damned if my future spouse had to be more than five of those requirements. the more you know, the less you understand.

i’d like to,
wipe my tears on your sleeve.
and giggle and laugh,
with you by my side.

so please,
grow old with me.
in sickness or in health.
because i’d like to die
in your arms.

mmn. i just felt incredibly lonely after watching billy elliot today.

went out with my (imaginary) best friend to rent the dvd but they didn’t have it. i did get tonnes of choco coronets from provence. haha. and a major major haul of breadtalk bread.

spent the rainy afternoon watching it on tudou and listening to lady gaga. (i blame the radio. it brainwashes me)

sorry i missed om. i cry too easily.

i’d like to see the beauty in ugliness too.

p.s. you horrible, horrible people! if you want to turn down some marriage proposal just because it wasn’t romantic enough for your standards. shame on you!! because it probably took so much effort to muster up the strength to even go for it. how can you be selfish at the expense of someone who wants to spend the rest of their lives with you.

told ya i was feeling psycho