slipping the noose of cordiality

dorks and lovers

2007-10-26T11:31:00.000+08:00

i cant quite believe the many faces i have,like the pervetic look below as remarked by jo.

seriously,jo and i,weve seen all of our ugliest moments.above is considered pretty normal in fact.

i love jo.
jo loves me.
jo loves yong x 2.

ADA APA DENGAN MU?

2007-10-24T22:32:00.000+08:00

sayangku aku harus pergi
tak usah engkau tangisi
ciumlah bibirku ini
karena esok aku tak disini

kulihat dari matamu
kupahami ketakutanmu
tahukah kau yang aku rasakan
aku pun tenggelam dalam kepedihan

pejamkan matamu
impikan aku di dalam tidurmu
kan kubawa bayang wajahmu
untuk menemani kakiku melangkah
kemanapun aku pergi

sayangku aku harus pergi
tak usah engkau sesali
tahukah kau yang aku rasakan
aku pun tenggelam dalam kepedihan

INTERNET NAIVETY

2007-10-23T18:19:00.000+08:00

every now and then i get sent spam and junk email. i dont really mind because this is the sort of thing you expect these days with email.

what really grinds my teeth though,are the people i frequently call my friends,who forward on junk emails to me.i would like to think that ive surrounded myself with a network of friends who are,on the whole,intelligent people.most of them went to junior colleges or polytechnics with the capabilities of thinking rationally,and some of them even did degrees that meant something.so when its these allegedly intelligent souls who send me emails because they truly believe it will make their true love kiss them before the day is out,or stop some homicidal maniac with a meat cleaver and a blackberry ending said senders life,i would hope im forgiven for getting rather annoyed.

these past few days,id gotten the following email forwarded to me umpteen:

"sorry to break the news,but looks like all of those warnings were real.the use of msn and mail will cost money from summer 2007. if you send this message to 18 different people from your list your little msn icon will become blue and that will make it free for you.if you dont believe me go on (www.msn.com) and see it yourself.dont forward this message,copy paste it so people will actually read it.

the message continues, including the supposed names of “andy and john the directors of msn” (sic) but jumping to the end…

WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND YOU WILL COST $100.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST.NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS OR REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL. GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

now first off,lets point out the obvious.this email is poorly spelt,grammatically inaccurate and all relevant microsoft trademark names change case several times.come on guys,do you really think the directors of msn wouldnt capitalise their own names?oh please,microsoft is a gargantuan organisation;they wouldnt have merely 1 or 2 directors by the names of andy the yogi bear and john the swinging gibbon.i doubt that they were born last night so as not to know the correct way to write a press release.worse still,youre going to be charged $100 a month for a closed service?

moreover,microsoft wouldnt ask you to forward the email,or send out special msn service emails which are clearly marked in your inbox and they obviously wouldnt make a mistake in the wording of the company.here id like to also draw your attention to the idea that msn icons will change colour because youve emailed 18 people…the moon will be turning blue before your msn icons will.

this particular hoax has been floating around on the internet since december 1999,and in its lifespan has been aimed at hotmail,yahoo,msn im service, and myspace.so when i was sent this email i was compelled to do something about it…but i didnt.itd be extremely rude to apologetically tell someone to grow a brain.i pity the other poor sods whom theyve inflicted their stupidity upon.

people who forward emails trying to be “helpful”:

like that nigerian who wanted to put money in your account?he isnt real and if you do send money to him you will be interviewed by the news media-so that an example can be made of you,and everyone can feel good that they arent as dumb as you.

youll find out major changes to msn on bbc news before the directors of microsoft email you.if ANY email asks you to email other people,for whatever reason,its not real.no,bill gates wont give out his millions,no kittens will not be saved from mechanical mincing and icons will not change colour.seriously,youre just putting additional strain on the systems thought up in the late 80s,which were never intended for eggplants like you to come and forward junk to one another.

come on people-you are going to be responsible for the next generation,voting for the leader of the country in a time when international diplomacy is more important than ever.if you eggplants cant even tell the difference between a fraudulent email and a fucking toaster then shoot yourself.no i am serious,take yourself out of the gene pool,let your duff combination of dna end with you. i wont be sorry,youll be doing mankind a favour if you dont get involved with the whole “evolving” deal.

if youve never sent a chain email and have just been a recipient of such pointless digital rubbish;remember the golden rule:

dont give eggplants your real email address

so was i being unkind?or was i pointing out(albeit rather bluntly),that you cant let yourself be fooled by this sort of thing anymore.the internet is the most powerful,enlightening tool that mankind has ever possessed but in the wise words of uncle ben to peter parker,“with great power,comes great responsibility”.it truly does,but that responsibility is in your hands.

im sorry if i offended anyone but hopefully this will prompt you into finding out more on hoaxes and its hocus pocus bull.

LACKING SPIRITUAL AFFINITY

2007-10-15T14:21:00.000+08:00

this was my tummy taken on the last day of fasting.right now it appears hideous and i wouldnt be caught dead taking a pic of it.

please note that no extreme editing was done other than placing it into a negative mode and using paint to type in my name.

oh,this is just a part of the living room and the curtains are drawn because its midnight.with all seriousness,i dont understand why my grandmama loves these ugly table runners.theyre an eyesore and thankfully the rest of the interior in the house pieces in nicely..every night before i roll around,id pray that no termites would come uninvited,gnawing at all the wood in the house.yes,a wooden bench and table along the hallway aligned with a couple of paintings and a few frames.then theres the dark mahogany shoe cabinet.and a dining table manufactured from wood too.another thing,how could i forget the huge mirror encased in pastel teak wood or something delicately positioned behind the dining area so vainpots like me can check themselves out after finishing their meals.and the coffee table in between those two chairs above is,youre right,wood again and it has a black varnish on it.oh alas,the main table in the living room is wood too.omgucci,the book shelf too.oh,perish that termite thought because the sight of my supermom and her superbugspray in hand isnt very pleasant.

and she retorted that it was heartless of me to kill the ants on the kitchen countertop with hot water.apparently,my mom has chucked away a very crucial fact that ants are build to float.but hey,im merciless and zealous when it comes to revenge.she doesnt know that.

she doesnt even know my favourite colour.
she doesnt even know my fetish for legs.
she doesnt even know my hobbies.
she doesnt even know my attributes.
she doesnt even know..
she doesnt even bother to know..

hah..you care more for the flooring than you do for my toes if that lock happens to lose its centre of gravity and begins its freefall.

well,your leave ends soon.so off you go to your time consuming job supermom.maybe thats the reason why i secretly love my friends more than you.

YOOHOO

2007-10-10T16:57:00.000+08:00

and whos birthday is it tomorrow tash?
blacks sexier...

EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

2007-10-06T17:37:00.000+08:00

stepping out of the elevator,my gaze flitted around the space before me.there he was waiting for me,a striped shirt sitting comfortably on a 5"4 body.distractedly running my fingers through and brushing my unruly hair from my eyes,i quickened my steps never flinching my eyes away.gently situating myself next to him,i was greeted with the ever familiar scent.his face when he turned towards me was anything but a negative.those dark cocoa eyes of his fixed intently on mine as his lips unfurled themselves into a smile.

the glass panels stretched from floor to ceiling,allowing natural light to fill up vacant white space that was nestled with only two of them modern chic round red leather sofas.somehow the light had an effect on the man in front of me.his face lit up with unrestrained joy but his eyes,to me,conveyed amazingly subtle degrees and mixtures of emotions.

we stood silently for a few moments.tongue-tied,i missed a beat and said nothing clever back other than the usual apologetic 'im sorry.'

but ilzdaf;he didnt care at all that i was late for the movie.

_____________________________________________________

zdaf is like a sunset to me.

each one is like a fingerprint.unique and never quite the same as any other.what is it about a sunset that appeals to me,stirs through me and my imagination?ive never thought it has to do with anything instinctual.for our ancestors,the approach of the clouds being dyed the colours of evening was something to fear,the coming of darkness and hiding predators.but no more.

its almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.the dream that emblazoned my mind in brilliant colours all this while.this stunning and beautiful image thats meant for me to bring back.meant for me to tuck away and store in the back of my mind.when im cold,the rain a cool caress on my skin,id gently pull it out.feel the glow of the sunset ive once seen,witness the dream ive once fantasize and warmth would surround me and the glow enveloping me would eventually explode,hurling its brightness outward.

this huge and great big romantic,inspirational fire in the sky.when it sets low,and blushing colours of mauve and saffron lit the sea,it is as though a powerful symphony is quietening down,becoming more emotional and spectacular.the reflecting rays on the water seem friendly and they prance around transforming into a myriad of colours each time.and there i go,slumping back in wonderment at how those rays resemble waves of goodbye from an old friend.you know shes/hes leaving but youre filled with the confidence that youll see her/him again.

may i never miss a sunset because im looking down.subtle brushstrokes across the sky so beautiful that they almost seem as if im looking through the gates of heaven,presenting me with immense hope and new found strength.

there was never a sunset i didnt love.

SEBERAPA PANTAS

2007-10-04T23:13:00.000+08:00

so we caught the name.
we lost the job.

MINI POPPERS

2007-10-03T01:06:00.000+08:00

im a kitchen mess.
and i smell of vanilla essence and hersheys cocoa.
bye.

MAKES ME WONDER

2007-10-02T23:10:00.000+08:00

she calls me baby
then she wont call me
says she adores me
and then ignores me

jennnnny
whats the problem?

she keeps her distance
and sits on fences
looks up resistance
and builds defenses

jennnnny
whats the problem

you leave me hanging on the line
everytime you change your mind

chorus:
first you say you wont
then you say you will
you keep me hanging on
and were not moving on

im standing still jenny
youve got me on my knees
jennnnny
its killing me

2nd verse:
she needs her own space
shes playing mind games
ending up at my place
saying shes changed

jennnnny
whats the problem?

im trying to read between the linesssss
got me going out of my minddddd

chorus:
first you say you wont
then you say you will you keep me hanging on
and were not moving on

im standing still jenny
youve got me on my knees

jennnnny
its killing me

jennnnny
its killing me
its killing me
its killing meeeee

jennnnny

first you say you wont
then you say you will
you keep me hanging on
and were not moving on

im standing still jenny
youve got me on my knees

jennnnny
its killing me
its killing me

jennny
first you say you wont
then you say you will
you keep me hanging on
and were not moving on

were standing still jenny
youve got me on my knees

jennnnny
its killing me
its killing me

jenny

the click 5
traa laa laa leee la

20th - 30th october
someone would be back
to the scent of singapore
someone to show me a good time

PRE PRESENTLY POST OCCUPIED

2007-09-30T03:00:00.000+08:00

the strawberries werent at all good.mom and i dont quite understand the very few variety they have of every single product there and they have a serious problem with stocking up.rivervale fairprice.urgh.

oh my.i bake hellacious batches of my honey sunflower seeds cornflakes.this signature treat is dynamite.i should probably paste a label to warn people that theyre addictive.goes remarkably well with plain milk too.so fadz,you can trade your dates for this to further complement your hl.

for orders,contact me.

ciao.

among other things,

love is to love someone for who they are,who they were and who they will be.
and if love is the answer,can you repeat the question?

im tired of being misunderstood and misread.
really i am.

love,self-confidence and friends.family doesnt count because youre stuck with them.those are the three things most valuable in life.let me stress that theyre three,individual,things.

NAME CALLING

2007-09-28T14:39:00.000+08:00

job interview 101.if were selected,lets pray zamri mutalib will be supervising us at the warehouse and at causeway point.the advantage of working during hari raya is that i wouldnt be the one serving every relative who steps into my abode.the downside is that,they probably wouldnt leave behind green packets for me.bummer.

tremendous fun with you pop.

we deliver everywhere..
let me repeat your order sir..
one butter chicken,one spicy briyani..
your address sir..sing-a-purr
is that a suburb?
ANOTHER COUNTRY?!?!!
*hand gestures*
MUMBAI DEY;INDIA!!!

minahs have been bitching about me lately and they presume i dont comprehend what theyre gibbering about.go get your 1980's hairstyle and your trash language,climb all the way to the esplanade rooftop,bend forward and slot some coins into each others cracks.

tat and i realised that amk hub is a gnirob place.on the contrary,its a shopping haven for budgeteers.and that pair of gold earrings suits you perfectly.jewelled heels for your green baju tat?NEXT STOP,VIVO JIGSAW GLOBE SHOES!!!

i love my friends.

WHERE YOU END,I BEGIN.

2007-09-26T02:37:00.000+08:00

MUST READ.ESPECIALLY FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO ADORE KINESICS.
the sleeping doll.

his multilayered psychological thrillers are intricately plotted that it glues on you.i so need to get the book fast,finish it within a day and read it over and over and over again.

extract:

"I know more criminal procedure than the entire graduating class of Hastings Law rolled up together. Which is a pretty funny image, when you think about it."

yes.
thats daniel pell,the murderer,for you.

100 POUNDS AND ORANGE PEEL THIGHS

2007-09-23T17:11:00.000+08:00

i am,inexplicably well down the road to self destruction.the insistent gaze into the mirror every morning,midday and night translates into constant tiresome worries for me.its unjustly how the cellulite epidemic spreads faster than pneumonia and strikes even the skinniest of females.puzzling as it seems,most of the horizontally challenged estrogens ive seen whose apparel consists of microshorts and billowy tops hardly suffer from this visible skin indentations.i cant even put on a pair of shorts without going through a half hour rollaroundonbed bawling session and comforting myself that its perfectly ok to show the whole world that ive tree stumps attached to my upper body.

fine,maybe youve heard my incessant imperfect body ravings a babillion times but i bet all the money that america is in debt for that youre going through or at least had gone through and share sentiments that are pari materia as mine.you can continue to mask it,keep your breathing slow and steady,trying to look unfazed but hell no,you cant lie to me.

by placing this framework of how im supposed to look like,eventually it telegraphs itself as an object of my obsession,the subject of my endless speculation,my cross to bear.sure,you can argue with me for a few minutes and spew out how blind i am,how perfectly fine my temple is and the possibility of me being crazy because i just dont get it.go ahead and shake me out of my ordeal.go on and try to iron the more serious creases out of my thinking but trust me,it would be an exercise in utter frustration.me acting mum about it after your very uncompassionate response doesnt equal to me coming to terms with my body.

its the people closest to you who have the tendency to brush away these issues,completely unaware and oblivious or just couldnt care less regarding the grave consequences befalling unfortunate females like me in this human race.no ones inquiring for solutions,i know how to solve my own problems.i dont need answers.but wheres the empathy,the 'i feel you',the glance conveying encouragement and pre-emptive sympathy,the love?!?!!i could do without the 'this girl must be insane.she just wants to make me feel worse about myself' neon lights flashing across your forehead.with people like you paving this earth,id be insane alright.

simulatenously scarfing down every bit of leftovers isnt my thing.i cant even visualise myself devouring everything in my path.urgh.if youre doing the same,you better start shaking your head and dislodge that terribly tangential thought.my middle name isnt super sucker 2.0.evitable as it is,i cant shy away from this momentary and monstrous cramp of fear of the inability to fit into my desired framework.living up to my own expectations,regardless of the subject put forward on the table,requires more strength and determination than i thought id possessed and its draining me.

uh huh.then we can sit for hours rambling about how only eggplants and tootheads conform to societys standards,shuffle our way through the labyrinths of beautiful imperfections only to discover that weve been duped.stuck in the silence of our own conversation,registering how painful the truth is.i cant put a cork to the resentment,self pity and this odd inchoate wretchedness that well to the surface of my mind like some foul liquid seeping out from a long buried canister of toxic waste.maybe its genetics.ive got mom to blame.trust me,ive stared at her legs.not oogled,stared.reality stinks.reality smells like damp,dirty clothes.

obsession isnt the word.onewaytickettotheshrink isnt either.its been this way eversince primary school.yes,all the way back before it even shifted to koon seng road.i still remember sitting adjacent to farah during ms suchabeeyotch cheongs lesson and complaning about how huge my legs were.she hated hers too.of course at that time i was too innocent to know what beeyotch meant.it hadnt found a place in my vocabulary bank yet.

i loathe my lower body.
period.
but i thank god that at least he made me normal.
but i feel utterly miserable.

searching for the perfect reason,the perfect explanation for my tree stumps,im silent.i cant possibly blame mom.blaming her would be like blaming god.and blaming god is equivalent to a vip sia business class plane ride to hell.

my life is so ruined.
god help me.

INEXPLICABLE

2007-09-18T00:49:00.000+08:00

god.
oh my god.
how did sarah enter my dreams?yes,the school sarah.i havent given a thought about her since last year.hopefully this wouldnt be one of those unexplained mysteries of dreams turning out the opposite that furrid wanted my opinion for.anyway rid,i can still recall the night when you were whining and complaining like a wuss about leaving your family and friends and how i was advocating your posting to thailand.

be a man.
one more month.
that is if you read me.

AND JO ENG HUI LING!!!YOURE SO GOING TO FREAKING GET IT FROM ME FOR THAT MRT INCIDENT THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU .

DO YOU?

2007-09-13T23:04:00.000+08:00

i am beat.
im gonna be on a blogging hiatus.
read the following.

hereby i declare that im on the search for someone with a wit to match mine and with the capabilities to radiate warmth and heat,so that she/he wouldnt be unduly interrupted my constant shivering and teethchattering,to catch 'death proof' and 'planet terror' marathon with me.

date: fri & sat,21 & 22 sep 07
time: 9 pm
venue: gv plaza singapura (urgh.ps of all outlets)
ticket price: $19 (members)/$21 (non-members)
perks: free flow of popcorn and drinks

IM A MEMBER AND I CAN ONLY PURCHASE A MAXIMUM OF 2 TICKETS.ONE BEING MY OWN OBVIOUSLY.PLEASE SMS ASAP IF YOURE GAME.

note: i would be taking a cab home so preferably id prefer someone whod ride with me.

ALL I ASK.

2007-09-12T22:38:00.000+08:00

dites-moi que je suis manqué.dites-moi que je suis ai aimé.tous que je demande de vous et je ne sais plus qui vous êtes.j'ai besoin de quelqu'un que je peux me faire confiance et fournir l'affection.je n'ai pas été donné beaucoup d'amour et peut-être c'est la raison pour laquelle je suis si dur.

maintenant je la veux.
non.
j'ai besoin d'elle.
j'ai besoin d'amour.

j'ai besoin d'un changement.
now let me roll around in bed and cry.
i should just name myself
MISS UNLUCKYSTUDYLIKESHITEYETWONTSCORE.

anyways,you should really try obriens.fantastic wiches.

2007-09-11T01:48:00.000+08:00

lets pray that theyd accept as.if thats a success,itll be my first time working!!!also a first working with you...pfft.even with the constant absence of anything eventful occuring in my ever dreary life,or so i think it is,you know im always here to listen to you pop.

(:

GAIAS REDOLENT FRAGRANCE.

2007-09-10T10:27:00.000+08:00

though gaias stench permeated more intensely then its redolent fragrance that wafted amidst the occasional breeze,it didnt matter.much at least.the allure of Gods statuesque creations had me relegating my thoughts to appreciating,what to me,was sunbaked luxury.nothing beats having grass in between my toes.

ok...maybe godiva chocolates and that belgian waffles.well,moneys fantastic too...dang.

SKETCHBOOK SURPRISES.

2007-09-08T14:38:00.000+08:00

nadia's doodling.

READ THE SIGNALS.

2007-09-06T22:00:00.000+08:00

sexuality is fluid whether youre gay or straight or bisexual.you just go with the flow.

they think just because they have a traditional ruling family and cling on to their archaic values,others are to be deemed unfit for their anatomy.

dont bother getting analytical.i dont have to legitimate myself in your eyes and you cant say anything with that sad excuse you call a face.

yes mom.
at suntec.starbucks.chilling.typing.
yes,i know where home is.
im going there now.
so is my friend.

IM NOT DELUSIONAL.

2007-09-06T01:23:00.000+08:00

once
twice
three,four,five times.

WHAT WAS I TO DO?

2007-09-04T20:25:00.000+08:00

and the room in her mind is open she
walks in and out as she pleases she says
what she pleases she says what she means

MEANDERING THOUGHTS

2007-09-03T00:43:00.000+08:00

i envy.
i abominate.

its extremely difficult to distant myself from these two dramatically disturbing emotions that constantly surge me.

though i envy,i dont resent and though i abominate,i dont despise.

i remember a documentary i watched a couple or so years back involving an examination on a number of human subjects of varying ages and gender.a myriad of questions were directed at them inquiring on their happiest moment,their greatest setback in life etc.their answers clearly didnt matter,otherwise they wouldnt be invited to appear in a scientific documentary,they should have gone to oprah instead.

it was told that if it takes you more time to recollect and evoke either a happy moment or simply one thats sad,its subsequent meaning to the span of time it took you,defines the type of person you are.well,in my case,it took me seconds to remember ANY occasion where i felt extreme animosity and dejection.conversely,you have to give me a few days before i can recall my happiestestest moment.and i wonder whether my perfectionist and hardfaced attitude had anything to do with this.maybe ill talk about that another day.

but deep down,i know im fun,whimsical and an easygoing person.i often enjoy life for what it is and indeed,the littlest changes in course can be quite thrilling.my life has perfectly normal cycles of ups and downs.however,i cant help but sometimes feel that im missing out on the most exciting aspects of life itself.i cant seem to repel this fear that regardless of any exhilarating escapades i set myself to achieve,it will turn out to be a huge mistake that would prevent me from attaining the ideal life i planned out.

im only happy when im experiencing the highest of highs and my low points just make me feel depressed,restless and extremely bored.at my best,i feel on top of the world with a great sense of perspective and at my worst,i feel like my life is going in circles.im not going anywhere.this is psychologically disorienting and it brings on a sense of hopelessness.

its perplexing.

FERRAGAMO,VERSACE AND MIU MIU((:

2007-09-01T16:42:00.000+08:00

tashs gonna sell her oneofakind meal-in-a-bottle orange juice.

im gonna sell my manifestly fantastic art pieces.

jos gonna sell her $100/plate spaghetti with meatballs.

here we are studying law & management.
awaiting the second hurdle in sem2.

note to mick: im sure ull do well for your gp prelim((:

QUITTING THE BUTT RUBS.

2007-09-01T00:31:00.000+08:00

kudos to fadz who has gotten his bike.no more whizzing and rushing around.long gone the exceptional bus commuters who marinate in curry eau de toilette.plastered faces on automatic train doors?a thing of the past.

im truly joyful for you fadz especially since its going to be a tremendous help in your life when commuting between work and school BUT(dang,theres always a but to these things)

vrx 200 resembles an insect,and pray tell it clearly looks like a praying mantis.(thank you zamy for the correlation)
and I resent sixlegged creatures.okay,maybe eightlegged ones as well and OH,dont forget the revoltingly disgusting painintheass they call lizards.

its just that,being one with a high level of estrogen,i cant help but look at the overall appeal of an objects exterior.everything else is secondary.

im gonna lock my fingers right now because I can get very negatively opinionated when im typing down my thoughts.

reserved parking space in ntu?
im not hating the driver.

WHY DONT YOU SLIP INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE,LIKE A COMA?

2007-08-31T12:50:00.000+08:00

there is nothing more beautiful than sarcasm. that is definitely an overstatement but it should balance the moronic comment which says that sarcasm is the lowest form of humour. now,whoever made that statement was desperately in need of a rectal broomstick extraction procedure.

a shoutout to those who associate me with simply being an evil bitch with the sarcastic remarks i constantly direct,LET ME TURN ON THE PART OF MY BRAIN THAT GIVES A DAMN(this totally ranks at the top).i really couldnt care less if you were greatly and emotionally disturbed by my statement which was timely and tactfully targeted at you.unless you were born in the 1960s,you should know i wasnt intending to be mean or even obnoxious.i wont restrict myself from being who i am so please refrain from potraying yourself as a wuss.

sarcasm is plainly irony with an edge.and if you lack the humour and wit to match that,boo you.well,some of my favourites are below.go add some much needed pizzaz in your b-o-r-i-n-g conversations so you can save some breath from blowing up your date.

-whatever kind of look you were going for,you missed.
-a hard-on doesnt count as a personal growth.
-not all men are annoying.some are dead.
-if you had your life to live again,do it overseas.
-you look like shite.if thats your new style,its definitely not becoming.
-you look like a talent scout for the cemetery.
-where did you get your haircut,the pet shop?

cynical isnt it.ive been anticipating for the holiday break for well..not for very long but ultimately i was still patiently waiting for it and the first day feels extremely uneventful.

at least i attempted in setting up a blog.
loving the entry.