Wanna Ride

I tried to be clever and took a swing at Livejournal. But yeah, you get the picture, there's a reason why you still see me here. Techno whiz kid, I am not. The weekend is thankfully here. Two short days and an unreasonable heap of assignments, oh joy.

(Shout out to Bestie for clearing her major papers to proceed on with her second semester. Way to go, babe! Can't wait to see you tomorrow.)

The weather is hell on my throat, it's getting worse with every swallow. It's been a chemistry day and now my head is spinning with funny little shapes and the letter C and H. I think I'm quite deprived of Zs, so adieu for now, larlings.

Anyway, updates now will look more and more abrupt, so I beg your intellectual pardon. The essays I have to write is weaning me of all my vocabulary creativity.
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ELLA SE LUCE POR QUE LA VEA
EAH EAH EAH,
SE MENEA SE MENEA,
BAILANDO TE RODEA!

This is the song that has been given a free rein round my head right now, pfffft. I swear I'm bleeping haunted by the addictive beat of the song.

Alright alright I'm off.

Can you read my mind

The good old days
The honest man
The restless heart
The promised land
A subtle kiss that no one sees
A broken wrist and a big trapeze

The teenage queen
The loaded gun
The drop dead dream
The chosen one
A southern drawl
A world unseen
A city wall and a trampoline

Kill the Karma

All it takes are a few of your oldest girlfriends, steaming espresso and cheesecakes, the wrenchingly familiar warmth from them to seek refuge from the torrent of evening rain, to end a fucked up day with a smile. Thanks girls.

I'm having a crisis of the heart lately, and I am utterly disgusted with myself. Rational thinking seem to escape me and acting on impulses brought near-catastrophic results. (Fine, I am exaggerating but still!) But it's all over and behind me now, and its going to stay there. My mind is a dangerous place, I swear. It shouldn't be without supervision.

After all that I've seen and heard this week, nothing seem to surprise me anymore. Just through your words and hers and his and everyone else's', my jaded points just went up a few notches. Things I've never knew, from people I thought I knew. Rose tinted glasses, my ass. The lady's views on many things took a drastically sharp turn, and you realize how you've been protected by your own naivety from the pragmatism of love and it's implications.

The world's a crazy crazy place, and we are all caught up in its screaming whirlwind ride. Hang on tight, it's going to be a rough and bumpy one. Want a hitch?

Because I'm the motherfucking PRINCESS.

I've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says YOU.

And it's five random lines today:
1. I've been shopping myself mad at Marks&Spencer's frequently, buying their insanely sinful cookies for the people around me. Yes, even the pesky little brother.
2. Fixtures for A divisions are out. We're up against Hwa Chong Institute, Pioneer JC, and Meridan JC. Yuhan, we shall meet soon.
3. Godiva's truffles are the SHIT.
4. Happy belated birthday, bestfriend. I LOVE YOU and Holland V soon, baby.
5. Desperate Housewives is back, more horny middle-aged women and random sex on a lonely Monday night for deprived moi.

I cannot seem to write anything of intellectual substance these days, forgive me.

Have the cake and eat it too

The weekend is filled with events that somehow involves EATING, one way or another. And what's worse is the fact that there is no time that can be squeezed out to hit the gym. I swear I'm going to pack on the pounds over these two days. Bloody hell.

Monday comes, Tzemin runs.