well, a bit too late not anti-committal, just non-committal and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; tried to sleep, for half an hour-ish but couldnt >: woke up, realised i have to work tmr, mild panic, tried calling e whose phone wasnt on. or something. called someone else, in an attempt to escape from world, but he was going far far away. : wanted to take some shots, couldnt find my cam >: sister playing the piano, very loudly, such a pain. can not stand listening to the piano playing, unlike certain people who find it soothing and therapeutic. it is not. it is thoroughly annoying. >: >: >: was gonna take some shots with my popcam when am disrupted by mom >:>: nagging ensues, about taking dinner, etc etc. my stomach only has space for approximately 1-1.5 meal(s) every 12hours, which means about 1ish meal a day, unless i stay up inordinately late. or unless i am working because that makes me hungry. but usually i am still stuck with settling for 1-1.5 meal(s) due to time constraints. >:>:>: mom is unexpectedly home, so unexpected breach of peace. have settled for blasting bsb(embarrassing, yes) on my ipod in attempt to block out whatever that can be blocked out. have never been a fan of blasting, unlike a lot of other people, but desperate times call for desperate measures. thought about going for a run (crazy) and i just might, later. on a lighter note, i finished the pair of shorts i was working on, and it fits sister well enough. so its a tad loose on the waist, but she says she can live with it, dear girl. (have no intention of tearing it apart to alter it) (okay i might, if i get really annoyed with how it looks on her) pictures when i find my camera. which is probably not anytime soon. gah. x ps: i realised i have a lot of labels. many repetitive and just as many totally irrelevant and unuseful. Labels: so much noise, today was and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; how could i no-o-ot and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; finished a book got another pair of shoes went to the library got a load of books finished another book did some pretty substantial writing did more writings while waiting for e had dinner with e so not a bad day in all, although i didnt get any sewing or cutting done, but maybe later if i feel like it. have been doing a good lot of writing the past few days, which is good. havent being writing for a long time. can't wait for november, although im not sure if i can keep up! i guess i should dedicate the rest of this month to sewing, then november can be for the writings. have banned self from chinatown until i have used a substantial lot of the fabrics from the last trip. scarf is stalled indefinitely, most irritating. Labels: today was and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i shall bang my head on the wall for always and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Our love is true The way black is black And blue is as blue My love is true It's a matter of fact Oh, and you love me too It's as simple as that <: and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and right now i know im being crazy but dont tell and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i think of him even in my dreams but have never dreamt of him. i laugh and get all excited when i talk about him, but i would never ever admit to liking him. (even my mom hopes i will marry someone like him, or better yet, him. ha! will never admit to agreeing with that!) but then i guess i do. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; "yes, that's it. our worlds could never mesh, join into one. i didnt belong in his, and he never belonged in mine." but therein lies the appeal, she thought to herself, he liked me because i was different, a breath of fresh air from everyone he knew. and him, he fascinated me with the company he kept, people whom i would shun away from under normal circumstances; people whom i disliked just upon hearing about them. his company, they always surprised me. maybe the fact that i would never understand them fascinated me. "so whyever did you two try to force it?" his voice penetrate her thoughts. "i dont know," she said, as was her answer to most of his questions,"i cant say for sure." Labels: writings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; *FINE PRINT: this does not apply to any circumstances other than my major shoe addiction, which is, by the way, getting worse. obviously. Labels: shoe addiction and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Labels: random musings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; sucks for me cos i have a shitload i need to be doing, i keep putting it off only to come to the same state the next night. work has been crazy, loads to do, but i wouldnt say tiring though, so that still doesnt explain anything. and i wouldnt say i wake up terribly early either, i have been getting a good 8 hours of sleep these few nights, what with sleeping at 12. lost both of my ipod cases, terribly irritating. means i have to make a new one(or two), and i all i feel like doing is sssssleeping. and i really liked the first one too(doubt i have any more of that fabric). oh well. want more shoes! >: bad. am thinking of getting another pair, have gotten another pair, and am waiting for two more pairs to arrive. shoe count is scarily high and getting higher. and worse, have no intentions to S.A.M.S.(Stop Acquiring More Shoes). terribilia. Labels: musings, shoe addiction, sleepy eepy and the air smells of crisp apple cider; the same as every year this year i will send mine too and wish that you were here and the air smells of crisp apple cider; indescribable, i would just go around in circles trying to explain and the air smells of crisp apple cider; not good am lazy to type out everything i am thinking i dont want to be sleepy! i want to get cracking on my new book >: just finished This Charming Man tonight Lola and Rossa Considine got together! :> (smug 'i-told-you-so' moment here) but great story anyhow, plus i absolutely love the plot in a plot thing. the last time i read a book like that was such a long time ago i dont even remember the title. i do vaguely remember the plot though, but This Charming Man has more angles and less giveaway on 'past' plot, so it trounces! (am starting to recall now, was prolly a louise bagshawe book, although is uncharacteristic of her and differentish from her usual books, nevertheless same great flair) and did i mention the cover is just rocking? love the textures, colours, everything! might put it up on wishlist, bad thing to do, really, i might just end up with book-buying addiction on top of my shoe addiction. especially with my fetish for new books. so great story, loved it, not too long-drawn, finished off nicely without leaving me wanting to know more (or maybe im just too sleepy). except i do wonder, a little, what happened to Paddy and Alicia, although whatever it is cant be nice so maybe i dont really want to know either. amazingggg story despite dark themes. AND funny at times AND lovely AND didnt make me cry (so is not some sappy love story although Lola and Considine did get together) AND interesting AND long enough without being long-drawn, great book great book if i want to buy it must be a great book (not to discount great cover too). okay shall stop waxing lyrical about TCM, i only seem to be going in circles, but it is an awesome awesome book AND it comes full circle(so important to me in a book). "If you drove all night," I said, "you must have gone via Morocco. (Is) only three-and-a-half-hour journey." - Lola to Considine on him driving all night to reach her xxx Labels: drunk, random musings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; - anyway, these came in sometime last week or so, i was SO eggcited when they finally arrived that mom thought i was secretly meeting someone(a guy maybe?). i wouldve screamed except i wouldve scared my parents i think. - should stop thinking of buying more shoes Labels: shoe addiction and the air smells of crisp apple cider; - Brandon, This Charming Man by Marian Keyes and the air smells of crisp apple cider; have a mosquito bite on my earlobe. terrid(terrible+horrid). was working on a scarf saturday night, is coming together okay, although i think i might run out of thread. trip to chinatown in forseeable future, although i have not worked on any projects since my last trip, have been too busy organizing, i suddenly have a new list of things to buy due to unforseen circumstances. not a good situation, in any case. have not worked either, since my last trip, so no incoming cash flow at the moment, plus financial situation is not looking too healthy - four pairs of shoes and one polaroid camera later. not to mention payout which is teetering on the brink of the horizon. but shoes, how can you regret them? have been spending most of my free time (i.e. when not sleeping or reading or doing chores) ironing. aftermath of deciding to wash all, yes all, of my fabrics to make sure the colours don't run - initiative brought about upon realization that a certain pink fabric runs like crazy and threatens to ruin future projects, since it is a lovely colour and sturdy fabric. so now am left with a ton of creased and crinkled fabric to iron out, oh joy. have done most of it, am left with maybe ten-ish meters to go. will see how this goes since i am resuming work tomorrow. i do not relish the thought of night-ironing, seeing as i plan to skate if i am home before ten(near impossibility), and if not i have books waiting to be read. broke the top buckle of my right skate while skating saturday, so now the top buckles of both my skates are broken. great. long term measure is to get new skates, but due to time constraints and slight unwillingness to spend money to buy new skates unless they look nice/have nice colours(impossibility here!), will settle for short term measure. short term measure being buying another elastic band to hold for now(parents will have a fit). dad was initially unhappy with me skating without protection(i.e. elbow and knee guards), but seriously who wears them at all? i dont ever remember wearing them, so i didnt see the need to start. not to mention they are more uncomfortable than anything. and anyway i only ever fall on my bum and scrape my palms in the process, but they dont have protection for that, do they? maybe gloves, but i will not wear them anyhow. right arm is feeling weird but not twitchy. is annoying me. maybe a handstand will ease it out. i hope. should be getting back to my book anyway. dreamt about combes(or something of the sort, anyway) again last night, though i cant say when i last dreamt of it, i know i have. things turned really ugly, with me, at least, and i reared my ugliest head ever, even i was surprised. highlight(if you can call it that) of the dream was me screaming at indifferent kitchen staff "i didnt order my food just to have to wait THREE hours for it, then i might as well not eat at all!". something of the sort. and i remember being really really angry i had to massage my jaw after that scream fest. i dont know whats up with me dreaming lately, i have dreamless sleeps most nights, so two huge dreams in what, a week? is unusual. am off now, my right arm is just irritating me to death. should be done with 'This Charming Man' by tomorrow, i reckon Lola Daly will get together with Rossa Considine, just see if they dont. but i have no clue what will happen with the other characters, and not much understanding of the 'past' plot as it is, so good story so far. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; - Kristy from 'The Truth about Forever' by Sarah Dessen - new favourite word - tragical - and yes, it was quite tragical indeed, because i remember crying through a lot of it. i know, im such a sap. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; so a semi-plog for today, although i hate uploading pictures to blogger left to right: Well Bred and Dead - Catherine O'Connell The Secret Life of Evie Hamilton - Catherine Alliot A Person of Interest - Susan Choi The Seven Year Itch - Kate Morris The Blind Assassin - Margaret Atwood This Charming Man - Marian Keyes yesterday was sunday, unofficial official library day. i havent been to the library in an awful long time, so this was a treat. and it got even better when i found five brand new books, AND two books i wanted. i love the thrill of borrowing a new book, when the pages are all crisp and fresh, not crinkled and dog-eared and... you get the picture. The other books i wanted were on loan, which was a disappointment, but nevertheless i got two that i wanted, which was pretty good. so six books, one book a day for every day till sunday comes round again. awesome. Labels: randumm and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i hate typing on the keyboard. it sucks. it feels terrible. i hate this, but i have to write this now or i'll forget. im forgetting a lot of it already. - so last night i had a dream, i wouldnt call it a nightmare, but it was kind of a bad dream. i was getting married(!). okay so that's not really !-inducing, but this is - i was still 17(!), so basically i was getting married like, now. and it was really weird, i only remember snatches of it now, like it is with all dreams. i remember who i was getting married to, which was REALLY weird. i won't say who it was, because he's someone i barely know who happens to be happily just married. okay actually i dont know him at all i just know who he is and i know someone who knows him. so thats terribly weird, dreaming of getting married to a stranger who is also probably way older than me. and what i know is, in the dream, the wedding (not a huge deal, and no ceremony) went true, so we DID get married. i remember being really scared and shaking, and wondering why i was marrying him. somehow (in the dream) i didnt know him that well either, although i was marrying him. no idea why i was getting married to him anyway. and somewhere along the way i remember thinking, "what about _____ ____? if i have to get married i should at least marry _____ ____ then!" and more thoughts along the same line, with regards to _____ ____. unfortunately those thoughts were not really dreamt up, because if i were really in such a weird situation, i would think exactly that. so, haha, good luck guessing who it is. also, kayla and ck were back and i was ecstatic. tianwei was there and i told her i liked her shoes (random much?), abiho was there and she omg-ed over tianwei's shoes too. - so weird dream altogether. i still cannot get why i was getting married to who i was getting married too, and at 17(like, now). it is just way too weird. and tianwei being in the dream was really random too. - but of course, if i had to choose someone to get married to right now at 17, i would choose abovementioned _____ ____, and if kayla and ck were to come back tomorrow, i would be ecstatic. so that much is true. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; |
- me, today. hit the ground running (accurate as at time of publication) hit the ground running hit the ground running what have we here? hit the ground running |
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