Friday, August 31, 2012

Fact

It is easy to screw formalities and spit the truth out if I didn't give two fucks but I do.

I give more than two fucks. I give a million. I give a gazillion. I give a fucking universe-sized fuck. So no, the truth stays in a journal at the back of my wardrobe, camouflaged by paper bags, banished to oblivion. It dances at the tip of my tongue every time my mouth ends up gaping like a fish out of water, feeding lies to your eyes what a surprise lice mice slice dice price rice vice thrice spice ice. Screw this.

They can be yummy served with dashes of sarcasm and a giant dollop of nonchalance. After that, we could all be friends and prance merrily about the mulberry bush playing pretend. Yeah, why not. Whatever.

Looks like it's time to filter people from my life again.
Finished with person 4. 2 more to go.
Let's see how they pan out.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

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"You need a break from this. Tell me what's wrong."

My congee was coagulating and I really wanted to speak but my mouth wouldn't cooperate and rationality took over telling me that it was pointless and no one has to know because I am alright. I Am Alright. I AM ALRIGHT. So I stared at my bowl and grumbled, "Nothing! Just, this congee has spring onions in it. I need to take them out."

Spring onions are gross. Why do people add it into a perfectly good dish? World's greatest mystery.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

-

"You used to be more daring because you were a player and didn't really like anyone. 
Everything was a game so nothing was at stake."

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

马来西呀



Let me just put it out there that despite getting a B3 for Mandarin, my version of Malaysia is greatly flawed. I think. Please tell me it is because otherwise, it is literally translated to - oh, the horse comes from the west.

Say hi to the view from my apartment. Behold, low-rise buildings.

Monday, August 13, 2012

しょうじき


My grammar is probably screwy so this might not make much sense.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Age

She was 20 but she felt 26. Everyone else was sort of going a bit crazy and I loved it but this girl just sat there refusing to do a lot of things we were engaging in. She wasn't spontaneous like us. She was a conservative and I honestly hate people like that because what's life if you don't do shit while you can, right? What's fun when you don't embrace it?

It was 5:30 in the morning and she was seated alone staring at the rest toss a scotch-taped ball around so I thought I'd join her.



"I learnt that there are percentages for every person in your life. 25% will never, ever like you. 25% will like you but never pursue you / be your friend / get close to you. 25% will not like you initially but eventually discover they could get along with you and like you. And the last 25% will like you and always stay by you."

All this while, everyone had been talking about shit and getting pissed and having so much fun but here was this strange girl actually thinking and trying to hold a proper conversation. I didn't exactly fall for her theory because placing a percentage on people is a bit of a stretch. Especially on something this general. There should be more people like this.

Abrupt end.

I'm fucking tired. I haven't been this tired in a year and I really want to sleep but I can't because I am hungry.
I am also incredibly sad and stressed and feeling a terribly shitty about myself but screw that.

Here's a list:
- Quit smoking
- Sleep early
- Pole hardcore
- Get mad abs
- Be chaste and shit
- Party less
- Be serious

Friday, August 10, 2012

Here

There are funny moments in life when you look back just for a slight peek out of pure curiosity or sometimes driven by nostalgia and realise how much you've changed; how much your surroundings have changed; and how much everyone else around you has changed along with the whole universe and it's existence.

You meet people you've been close to. People you swore to be friends with forever. You've shared towels and clothing with them, even on the rare / desperate occasion, toothbrushes. Place them against the current now and stare the fuck out of the disparity. It is not the same. We shed our skins every now and then to create a newer, better us. Or sometimes a defeated, jaded soul fights its way out. Either way things are never the same.

I wonder what people think of when they think of me. There are a couple of important people I've ditched to move on with life and when I look past my shoulder at their foggy memeories I will forever replay the night we slept under the stars on her roof with beer bottles in our hands, smoking Viceroys and chatting until our voices slowly drained under our thoughts as the steadily brightening sky replaced the darkness with the stars. At that time we realised that for that moment, we weren't going to last forever and we swore to always be friends even if the girl whose hand I was holding was leaving the next day for Paris.

8 years later and all of us are no longer ourselves.

Once upon a time, we used to be young and fearless.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Brave 2012

National Day.

Hello to myself a year older than I am now.

It's thy country's holy day.

I'm sick.
As in, not sick in the head but SICK. SICK. Sick sniffling, sick teary eyes, sick cough.
Sick.
私は病気でした
生病了


Guess the effects are kicking in from all the late nights out partying / hanging out. Maybe people can't take me seriously because I am never serious. But that's alright. There's a strange phenomenon called growing up and it's caught up with me finally. Fireworks later?

So there's a girl I sort of know.
We've never met but we are aware of each other. It's strange and a little creepy.
Grudges are for retards. Let's call a truce. That is if you don't hate me for reasons unknown.
Good luck in everything.
You're a smart girl.
But
you're in for a ride, honey.
I hope you are as smart as I think you should be.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

This girl is a hipster.


Hello everybody please say hi to hipstergirl95

She's wearing nebula shorts from Space and her green dye was done with Desmond from Cloeur. He is a real person and he is a really good hair dresser so please go to him. Space that sells nebula shorts is not real. However, nebula shorts are readily available just about everywhere right now. For a wider selection, try Bangkok.

Anyway I love my best friend she's probably the only person I can honestly care a shitload about but idk what is going on between us. 

The end.


Monday, August 6, 2012

Here's a lazy cat


Went to Hyperspace on Friday IN THE RAIN LOOK AT OUR DETERMINATION and made friends which is always good.

People and their temper tantrums. Excessively-emotional people. Unreasonable / hypersensitive people. People with no sense of judgement for their flaws. People who fancy themselves the victim. Blind supporters of friendship.

To fulfil your stalkerish desires,

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