Its safe here. It hasn't been tweaked in ages and part of me really wants to preserve it the way it is.

Hi. Its good to be back. Truly.

There's lots to do. I don't know when I'll actually slow down and concentrate on the tasks. I'm excited to be designing T-shirts. Plural. Yeah imma bite off more than I can swallow. Although there's friendly competition everywhere. Therefore I have buckets of printing to sort out. I'll be damned to head out alone, but I just might.

Have got to be roistering, anytime. Please stay.

Succumbing to super hip new blogging site. Ah... I hate change.

I made a tumblr. http://peaceout-turnabout.tumblr.com/

Tumblr is better than blogspot cos for one, its quicker.

you work with a smile then you go for a ride

Its December! My favourite month of the year.
I was working on a pathetic attempt at architectural drawing, my lastest "freak", inspired by Tom oh-so-hot Hansen from 500 Days of Summer, when I hear a "RAAARRR" from somewhere behind... Its Shirleen! My mop-headed, foul-mouthed kid cousin. She's here to stay again, and so far we've painted, listened to my ancient Hilary Duff CD, and made supper. I enjoyed painting and making supper. Anyway, I re-watched 500 Days of Summer... Tom:"I know...Pancakes!"...Aaaahs so hot. :) And Summer sucks.

*Wheeze*. Been very sick. The kind of sick that gets you waking up at three in the morning, thrashing about in bed with your face streaming and moaning. I think its called agony. So I went running. Up the rows of houses, down the rows of houses, around the rows of houses. And later at 5am-ish we're gonna take a bus to the beach.

I'm hungry! D:

I am a vampire I am a vampire I am vampire VAMPIRE

going postal. diggers. a hat full of sky. the wee free men. <3

hi good sirs and ladies. rejoice if yest was your last day of school. Bras basah is having book sales.

And i've just been to lasalle for the first time after the students moved into their new campus. Its beautiful.

I wanna get of the country. like on a road trip. or to the Bay of Fire.

Hmm. I think he's like, this really phony asshole or something. Its so weird cos if he is then he sure did a reeeaaaally good job of hiding it. Whatever it is, this lack of communication is just really disturbing. Wtf is wrong with people?? Sigh. Sorry, I'm having a fit of idealism.

How did we end up this way, watching our mouths for the words that we say?

I seem to be experiencing a very strange bout of squeamish-less narcissicm.

Absalong's in Phuket. which means we have nothing to drink.

Oh and people are going off to the army. :( Been drawing a-freakish-lot. Scan 'em in soon...

Gonna crash art tomorrow!

How many days in a year she woke up with hope but she only found tears. I can be so insincere, making her promises, never for real...

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Dance like no one can see you, Sing as though nobody can hear you, And Love as if you've never been hurt before.

Today I woke up really early when the house was all quiet. Gel, Mel and Don were still in bed. Today is Monday... AND THERE IS NO SCHOOL. MUAHAHAAHA. Plus this morning was nice. And cold. And drafty. Just the way thou likes it. I came up with that gay quote up there in italics. Though I'm unsure about its orginality. And I myself can't do the last one about Love. Cos I don't even know how to love for starters. With or without the hurt. But whatever... it sounded nice. Woke up crying, but there were some amazing things in the fridge(and the aforementioned awesome weather). Made breakfast; chee cheong fan with light soy sauce and fried shallots, and minute donuts. Conclusion? Today was more or less fufilled before 9am. Oh but I have been wheezing.

Staying at home is suiting me happily. Except for when Gel first wakes up. The complaining, the extra long sentences, punctuated with expletives and euphemisms...they make me feel like screaming. And so usually I do. Such verbal abuse... >:( Lately it has become quite obvious to me, how often I feel ostracized, given my place in the family. And how much I get yelled at. I never like yelling, though I've gotten into the habit of it(I am so awesome at "adaptation for survival"), so its really annoying. Oh and half my dresses have received the verdict of being "too short". Damn. I KNEW I should've been born a guy. ARGH! There is nothing worth left being female, I want to dieeeee dieee diee. Haha okay kidding... I just kinda miss living with Dad.

I am.. Like... This... Really selfish, unfilial, temperamental, personality-splitting, exhibitionist, lousy person.. Lacking in, like... a lot. Gee. :( Ah seriously...

I had to remove all that religious psychobable cos it offended mum.

Mood: Pleasant, gay-ish, destructive. :))