Trick or Treat

Jingjing came over yest, and got pretty fascinated by our geek specs and shades, so we took these.

(The first version of the post got erased) So Pat spilled everything on friday, with a little more than a bit of prodding, so easy. Got kinda mad at mum, yet relieved that I hadn't been removed/abandoned/kicked out/dropped like I had thought. Aaarhhh... Feel the crummiest now than ever. I'm tired, fuck it.

Halloween party at Social House wasn't that great. Went as a pirate, Gel was Edith Plath, Sam was a fairy and I dunno what Shawn was, couldn't tell. I must be abnormal or something but for me there is totally no excitement/happiness or whatever to be gained from club parties. God. Now my throat hurts. Music isn't live, its dark and crappy, you spend the first bit dancing crazily, getting pats of approval on the head, then you stagger around looking for your friends, near trip and break your neck often, get caught by the waist by random guys, feel irritated that you're alone and saved by strangers, and observe amazing displays of ladies(?) getting totally smashed(or feigning smashed-ness)... ah I hate clubbing, period. It makes me cry.

K bye gotta go view houses. This is... Oh nevermind. No complaining.

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if everyone shared and swallowed their pride, would we see the day that nobody died?

Picture me. Then picture me walking around with a quesion mark overhead. A heavy fucking question mark. Yeah so the whole situation is really starting to get to me. Figure he'd do better with someone else. But if there were I'd still wanna scratch her and/or rearrange her face. I feel so...Oh nevermind. Shan't say anything here cos I suspect he could see it. See, I need therapy for serious.

I am so hot. Not in a good way, got myself a fever. Awesome huh. Reward for not sleeping properly since, I think, Monday. Yeah and even now there are still files pending that I gotta edit. Waiting for that, doing some patchy extra work, typing in here, making calls, appeasing. Its all really fucked up and neverending. And she's the only one that can be sick. The minute I fall sick its as if the sky is falling down. But why can't we all be friends right? Fuck Andy Warhol, and of course, Project Work.

Then there's Gel. Poor Gel, currently dodging indignant Exco members(we stupidly signed up or Jogathon) and trying to get past the school guards. Worry the sleep deprivation will eventually catch and she'll walk into like, a bus or something.

Here we go again. Uprooting, re-adapting. Its such a fucking hassle but oh well. Not the worst that can happen right? For those are actually bothering to be curious about what I just said, we're gonna be moving house again this december(fucking 14th december to be exact). And its gonna be the 10th time we've moved. There. My blog has been getting strangely honest this year. Yup. Gotsta get me pounds of cookies then feign okay-ness. Uhuh, you'll never catch me complaining, fuckers... ^_^

Oh and I updated my links at last. Haven't been visiting other blogs in 985432346 years.

Lastly I hope Chelsea owns at Stamford Bridge.

Peace around the around the world for generations.T_Tv

deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go

The guy who lives in our basement bought white eggs!

I am tempted to draw faces on the white eggs.

when all the broken hearted people in this world agree

"Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me." -Ms Rowling.

Wow. For the first time in months, I think I'm experiencing an epiphany. :O ......Two more papers to go till I can finally put promos behind me!

ps. Believe it, or don't, I swear I can control the weather. Ha. Hope my weirdness creeps you out. You, you, you and you, all you "regular" people.(:

all hail exams

YAY history was better than expected! Managed to write three passable essays and like a paragraph for the last essay(ran out of friggin time). Thank god. So much for not touching history the whole year, until only five hours before the paper. Sincerely. Imagine the wonders I could do if I had actually properly prepared for it eh? Dang...... Yeah and I don't mean to brag... Heh heh...

Anyway I am grateful enough, cos I think I could get a C at the very least, muahahahahahaha. Fingers crossedddddddd.;)

I. Am. So. Relieved. WHEW.

screw exams.

I could use a friend, I miss him more than I will ever admit.)':

hanging out in a fancy bus with the boys who could play guitar

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please rain pleease rain please rain gaaaawd I need it to rain.