and the air smells of crisp apple cider; (what i actually envisioned was the bullet just staying in there, in my head, filling the supposed void. nothing bloody or gory or suicidal, really, although it was an incredibly weird thought.) and the air smells of crisp apple cider; ]: ]: ]: plummy and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i know i really shouldnt be up now, but its the coffee, i swear its the coffee. although i dont remember it having such effect on me the last time, which was really long ago anyway. but i felt i was in need of coffee this afternoon, i forgot why, so when d asked me if i was going to k's i sed yes(in the end, that is, after i mulled about it since, today, it wasnt about iced milo as it usually is). so iced coffee ensued, and here i wonderfully am. which means that if i do wake up tomorrow(assuming i will not be in comatose, and i'd better not be, because i have so much to do tomorrow) i will probably have to get coffee again, which, really isnt ideal at all. but then again, i have survived worse days without. nevermind tomorrow. today(or yesterday?)(ohwell we'll just stick with today, since according to my body clock it is anyway) i did something i wanted to do for a long time, to a singularly unexpected person. it made me grin and laugh because thats what i'd do if i was in that unexpected person's shoes [: and i got my other errands done too(finally!), this morning, and managed to reach a minute-and-a-half-ish before z, so i was a happy accomplished birdie. (can you see my grin!?) and closing was great too becausssssse i happened to beat the time z set (although i wasnt thinking about it at all!) it just happened that i did so double kudos to me, and after that i finally got to do up the whole spreadsheet i'd been wanting to do for daysss because d was there till late. and of course i was majorly satisfied when i'd finished it, because all those roughly scribbled stuff were really getting to me, and im like this huge sucker for catagorizing everything. so yes, to see everything properly catagorized and sectioned made me very very happy [: (i know, i sound like such a freak!) okay, so many smileys and exclaimations. basically i had a fufilling and accomplished day today(on hindsight. haha). anddd i finally got round to deciding to get the shoes, so mom picked them up for me today (yay ♥s). because my charles&keith shoes have completely died on me. (okay i wanted to do an analogy here, but nevermind, that'd be too long and i cant be bothered to think of all the similarities, haha) after wearing those shoes for a month-ish, i have sworn off charles&keith shoes because, in conclusion, they are terrendous. which is, terrible+horrendous, yes, that bad. but then again it doesnt mean that i wont buy their shoes anymore, i will, like who doesnt want cheap shoes that look nice? (although they suck and are lousy and shitty and cmicmicmiomg okay im ranting and getting incoherent but, really, i could rant you about how lousy they are, for the whole day) it just means that i will abstain from shopping for work shoes there. and anyway they practically bring in new shoes just to put them on sale, that doesnt say much about them does that? ohwell i really should go now, and so here it is, finally(i've sed that a lot of times in this post havent i? just goes to show how much the procrastinator i am) a proper post(according to my definitions anyway). although it was weird, since i never really ever blog about my day, not since.. a long time, anyway. but i guess it was only semi-aboutmyday, since it wasnt like "today i went to blahblah and i blahblah-ed and then i saw blahblahblah and then i bought an antique cat fur keyring..." and so on cos i really hate those kind of posts! (no offence to anyone though) (okay im starting to blab, i really should stop here!) x PS: as you can see, i dislike using the aprostrophy, so i dont really use it where i should eggcept that it has been creeping into my writing(!) slowly but surely. and that is although my name has one in it(hah! yours doesnt!), which i hated acknowleging for the longest time(yeah, i had issues with name, like how weird is that?) but now ive come to embrace it(okay this sounds weird). and recently, ive been in this "HAH!" mood, for some weird reason or another. i keep saying it at the weirdest times, for no particular reason(which is worst than a weird reason, really, because with a weird reason at least its a reason, you know?). PPS: from writing this i just realised(shit, realised :<) that i have penchant for looooooooong sentences. okay not really, more like i have a penchant for trying to stuff everything that i have to say about something into one sentence which then makes it vehryvehrylong(and then i will add some text-in-brackets for good measure)(and yet another text-in-brackets if im feeling really generous)(or feeling the urgent need to fully express myself in ONE terribly long sentence)(or extentially maximise my sentence, although thats like whattheheck)(like this) PPPS: and have you realised i, well, really do like to use the words 'well,'(with the comma! you can just hear the comma in speech) and 'really' in my sentences. so much so that, they're, well, pretty much overused in my writings. well, i really shouldnt go on about this should i? ;) PPPPS: (dont think too much about the antique cat fur keyring. dont try to google it either, its just something i came up with because i had that head-bangingly boredoutofmybrains feeling for like 5 seconds(and thats the kind of weird stuff i come up with when i am, well, head-bangingly boredoutofmybrains). no, it is not some weird, new-fangled inventioned that you shouldve heard of but didnt.) PPPPPS: on hindsight, maybe you should try googling(or google-ing?) the antique cat fur keyring. who knows, might be something that the infinitely smart, geniusy you hasnt heard of! PPPPPPS: i've had so many 'PS'-es i might as well be writing another post. but then again i havent wrote something so fun for the longest time. PPPPPPPS: okay bye, its 5.04am and i really should get to sleep, like NOW (lest something bad happens to me, e.g. i fall into comatose, or worse still, i get sick again) Labels: being mad, drunk, haha, random weirdness, so much noise, thoughts, today was, utter weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i swear sometimes i do the right things for the weirdest reasons. because there are no wrong reasons, really, just wrong motives. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; ]: and the air smells of crisp apple cider; - best(not best as in best, but best as in bestest but not bestest) thing anyone has sed to me, ever but it is true, i have lunch with my music player most days unless im sick of it(which is hardly) and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Marc by Marc Jacobs Classic Q Long Wallet
Labels: fangirl and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; why not let fly and the air smells of crisp apple cider; okay that was random my w key isnt working too good which is irritating (to the max, although i dont really want to say that) the day before it was the e, and the delete, which still is argh i feel so irritated not being able to go to ork and go out and do the stuff i need to be doing. and being sick is just, ell, sickening. thurs i ouldve gone to enyis but then ell i as sick and plus i didnt ant to pass her the germs too. okay and im dropping all my ws cos their too hard to press and are irritating to type so there. and it sucks that im prolly not orking tmr too, i dont feel too good and best not to go and contaminate everyone else too. suckssssssss. sorry dee i know i shoulda gone to the doctrs on thurs already :/ oh ell and of course im not answerable for evvvvvraything so stop asking me. dont you know that sometimes _ ____ __ ______ so stop trying to act like you know everything cos some things arent even supposed to make sense! so just, well, stay out of it. and dont even try to ask. pfft. shiz i hate being sick. like hello immobility. but on the other hand i am proud of what i managed to complete (surprise, hoho) yesterd. but on the other other hand, there i things i need to do and i cant! which is argh. and i have totally worn out the heel of my shoe, you can see the metal already, like how lousay is that? and so the heels click whenever i walk, geez. but anyw that means i need new shoes but shiz that means shoe shopping, which isnt my favourite thing. sure, i like buying shoes, but shopping for shoes? nuh-uh. (RF face, hello?) lets just say singapore isnt the bessssst place for shoe shopping. at the moment, anyw. especially when your budget isnt like a thousand and up. Labels: dying, random musings, randumm, today was and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; screaming on the phone at 2am :D :D :D lovelayyy [: ilyxxx - and omg shoessssss *insert RF face here* and the air smells of crisp apple cider; youve got me confused now ive forgotten whats me and whats you youre creeping in infusing your thoughts in me everything i sed i didnt believe now i think i might be i can predict your reactions and so can you just that youre becoming more of me than i, a part of you - i dont know what ive done i dont know what i did i dont know what i will do and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Labels: drunk and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; because if you do, i'll make an even bigger mess and i dont want to and the air smells of crisp apple cider; slower breathing all the signs of almost sleeping Labels: poem and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; OHH i get it now really, i was wondering what it was all about and i was like ohidunno but now i see what it was about. oh and ohmg and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Labels: drunk and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; rubbergummies iboughtthemforyou butintheendwe. [: Labels: randumm and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and love the brit accents! like lily allen [: and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i really do but in a meaningful way, that is and the air smells of crisp apple cider; 1) had her white chocolate mocha frappe this morning (yay starbucksss) 2) and got a discount :D whats not to love? *grinss* and the air smells of crisp apple cider; tuxedo peeps by jacques torres cute [: (and i dont say that often!) and the air smells of crisp apple cider; see how much things have changed and the air smells of crisp apple cider; holla and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i sense a fight to come a fight is probable, though evitable i smell a fight we're looking at highly debatable issues here heated-arguement material on hand up next: fight. i think. Labels: thoughts and the air smells of crisp apple cider; better get out soon and the air smells of crisp apple cider; but you do not know what goes on in his mind Labels: randumm and the air smells of crisp apple cider;
What Does Your Favorite Candy Say About You? Labels: blogthings and the air smells of crisp apple cider;
What Does Your Height Say About You? HAHAHAAAAAAAA. but well, pretty much. Labels: blogthings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; so why not? vignette us [: and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; maybe the next will be me, out the window and the air smells of crisp apple cider; enough is enough twice in a row i know i've got chucked - do you see the broken shards do you see the shattered hearts do you see the battered parts do you know your luck is up - yes, two times in a row is a punch you in the stomach and a kick in the face two times is enough to break your heart - fine. you give up, i give up. i wonder why i ever did start - i want to cry and scream and basically just die why does it affect me? it shouldnt, really. so superficial it means nothing but everything. ps: dont think im gonna be there. i wont. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; only because i love you really really, honest to goodness im sorry, i love you and the air smells of crisp apple cider; xxx Labels: fantuany and gang and the air smells of crisp apple cider; of hugs and kisses and loves and misses and things you will not understand - today was a memory reignited - i felt like sec four all over again everything felt the same in the maroon shirt and the awesome hoodie that made everything better (and of course made me $27 poorer) the inaugural handstand walk demi-competition which i lost again the which-hand-to-which-leg and how-do-you-manouvre lessons for when youre trying to hold your leg up to the side the phototaking with weird faces and weirder cams the confusion which leads to self-initiation the long walks with the equally long complains the getting one another lost and finding each other again the awesome friends- emwy and japh with more and better plans for the future, and remembering the bond we share the awesome juniors- kez and assjehsee love you two although you dont knowwit [: and of courrrrrrrrrse the annual "shitidontwanttoseehimwhyonearthisheheredamnitwhycanthejustgetlostomgomgomgishecominghereGETMEOUTOFHERE!!!" screaming hyperventilating running(away) and trying to be inconspicuous(ha) but mostly in my mind anyway im pretty sure i was calmer this time (right) and finally, most finally, the whether-we-should-all-pon-school-tomorrow and then-what-are-we-gonna-do-tomorrow except that this year it was a lot i-must-see-if-my-father/mother-allows same old, same old. it felt good to be back again and everything seemed the same. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; lunch on the rooftop by myself what more could you ask what more could you want? oh yes, shoessssssss and the air smells of crisp apple cider; craznocks. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; well, almost, anyway. - i should be sleeping - i am soooooooooooo majorly pysched about my new heels!!! but im not sure when i'll get a chance to wear them. maybe sunday. aaand i promise not to buy anything under 4" anymore. unless its for work, or they're converse or oxfords, or they're reeeeeeally too awesome, or they're, well, flats. haha. okay that wasnt very good was it? but omg, shoesssss. i think there are like 5-ish more pairs that i want to get : - and that reminds me, my yellow converses are coming in june :D Labels: random weirdness, shoe addiction and the air smells of crisp apple cider; to when it was that way i like it like this but then it does not give me much space i love the sun more now and the wind that blows in my face and im happy for whatever love that may come my way - its been a long time since i last tagged my post [: and the air smells of crisp apple cider; maybe its a teenage girl thing i think or perhaps its actually NORMAL so hello you all, you arent that different from anyone else, because if you actually realised, its a shizzing normal thing to be, it isnt just you. and its actually a choice rubbeeesh and the air smells of crisp apple cider; |
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