me out, punk.

T.G.I.F ended with LKP wit ma club the usual fashion, the usual laughs, the usual mocks, the usual scowls, the usual. Discussed, why are 1/6's girls the most prominent ones in school, infamous for all sorts of reason? A list...

1. We had the tallest. *points finger
2. We had the school belle who's perfect - looks, figure, brains, talents, voice. *points finger
3. We had the cutest bung in history (that is in my sense). *points finger
4. We had the nosiest, every teacher wanted to kill (you, yes you). *points finger
5. We had the stupid ah lian wannabe who became infamous overnight (not me). *points finger
6. We had a Mathematics whizz. *points finger

Strolled along Boat Quay, same pavement tiles, same river, same stench, same me. Square one me. Cuzzy Benny, I had missed you so much, but remain behind bars forever.

I'm watching TLC's creep on youtube. I don't understand why are they dancing in oversized satin pjs. (Sing it! "No. I don't want no scrubs. A scrub is a guy that can get no love from me. Hangin on the passenger side of his best friend's ride, tryin to holler at me"). Left Eye...

Fish asked, "Why are you wearing specs to cover your dark eyes? Camouflage?" Me: Most probably. My mental landscape, while not Gothic or especially morbid, was also far from conventional. Just like what Christopher Ross wailed on behalf of Mishima, while searching for the latter's sword,

"...there are two kinds of human beings: those who keep death out of their thoughts to live better and more freely, and those who, on the contrary, feel their existence more wisely and more strongly when they watch for the signals death gives... These two kinds of spirits do not mingle. What one calls a morbid mania is for the other a heroic discipline."

Life is not enough to be only One. Take transformations. Be a chameleon character.

Yours Sincerely, Us.

Squabled through sms-es this morning. Hmm...

It was a heated one and it pretty quite scared the hell out of me.

Hmm.. No. Aights, yes.

I love the way we converse.

him: wow
him: ur entry
him: impressive
me: ?
him: blog entry
me: mmm... which one enthralls u
me: which one enthralled you?
him: all
him: disappoint on the part on sex though
me: i thought... that was real
him: real
him: perhaps
me: its funny
me: i thought youve been checking out my blog every now and then.
him: uh huh
me: hmm
me: my brains not fully awake yet.
me: so i cant figure out wot you were trying to say
him: you are thinkng at your clearest now
me: nonsense. i know my brain.
him: you know nuts
me: thats for you to deduce.
him: yawn
me: punk?
me: if you find talking to me as such a yawn, i dont derive why would you even wanna start.
him: perhaps you should think more
me: ive said my brain is not fully awake yet.
me: you became a conclusionist for once.
me: =)
him: you are still the one
him: you cant see what is going around
him: you in your fucked lil warped up wworld
me: i dont see a reason to argue.
me: lets not ruin such a beautiful morning.
him: i see every reason
me: why should we?
him: you fucked and made me stress in camp
him: daily
me: oh ?
me: perhaps you fucked and stress me every day too?
him: perhaps you never looked into your actios
me: now yer bringing em up?
me: okok
me: wait
him: i know what im doing, you dont seem to get what im doing
me: lets not argue online
him: and you make it worst daily
me: why dont we do it later
him: why not?
him: you can shit in smses
him: you cant talk online
me: i would love to see the extrovert side of you
me: oh yeah? i tot you were dead yesterday
him: i dont want to show?
me: i wont force. =)
him: good.
me: want any breakfast?
him: nah
him: having maggie
me: ok

Okay. Basically, this is what the usual squable would look like (this was on MSN's), but this morning's was pretty face on 99 combo hits between Iceman and Baby Bonnie Hood (If you don't play Marvel VS Capcom, I am sorry I can't help you. And I don't know. Don't ask me why I choose Bonnie Hood to represent me can? I just like the Red hood). Nevertheless, we still make up all the time with impromptu hugs and kisses, or be them imaginary ones, we know we are there for each other.

I know I am an abusive girlfriend who is a pain in his ass. I am aware and thankful that he has been putting up with my cracking up cranky behavior. And he should know I have been putting up with his taciturnity whenever we are not around each other. /mewls

This is us, pretty natural.

I should be granted this prerogative of spinning the world in your embrace for every day.

Hi. I am a 11 year old little girl.

Hmm. Someone is owing me my authentic cantonese lesson. I assure you SM, when this weekend ends, without any progress for my cantonese, you would be a dead man on Monday. I'll personally charge down to NTU and have you owned. Perhaps we should meet at some LAN, then I'd have you owned. I am, simply, Godlike.

Ahh.. To all emo blog posts 'fans' out there, I am uberly sorry I can't satisfy your dying desire nor quench your thirst for dismal blood right at this moment. I just haven't been really her (HEY! WTF DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!) hmm, myself these few days. Which ever way it is, I am just quite punked out at this very moment due to the fact of being owned at Chancery Lane last night. /Arghhhhhh Lost 25 bucks through playing artificial stones with weird chinese wordings and alien engravings.

Despite the fact of losing my most adored items on earth, I am feeling so delirious. I dug out loads of BSBs CDs and have been listening to them for the whole day. It reached this point whereby mere listening to their voices could not satisfy this outdated longing, I resorted to youtube.com. Believe it, I was a humungous fan of theirs (N.C actually). I have every single album, every single single, every flimsy poster, orders from U.S, every every every. That was when I was in elementary that is. Heh. But I've chucked most of the collectibles away. Existing BSB fans, don't bug. I'll just do this song on imeem, which was never released. If you are in for a good laugh, try searching for the song which is playing on imeem right now on youtube.com and laugh your heads off at their promotional video. Get popped out on old school BSB! [edit] Bored of the song and took it down

Saturdays' afternoons of the month of September are all booked. And Saturdays' evenings are reserved out of own account for someone of paramount supremacy at this phase. So people, do your bookings if you would love to spend time with me. I am experiencing a little human traffic congestion here, a little overbooking there. Make advanced ones.

Talking to everybody is just like... talking to everybody.

Another attempt at blogging every day's deeds.

Untitled, Because I have no title for this.

I was pretty sure what photo to post here until I checked my mobile one minute ago and found out that I had deleted the pic. /dog face I've already thought of the caption for it but anyway, it's gone and discarded so it's pointless crying over nothing. Now I am not so sure anymore.

I wish I can be half like xiaxue. Blog on her every living day of her life, hurled hokkien vulgarities and still get paid like nuts. Alright I am going to do that, so this is my first attempt!

Some funny individual tried to scare me by telling me about the corridors for the apartments in Macau are long, dim and the lights are always flickering. And she actually said that "Oh well. Heng ah, the Seventh Lunar month has passed" And I was like, "Hello? When there's ghosts, there's ghosts?" So this was what she said,"Oh well, if you kena the seventh lunar month it would be the Quantity instead of the Quality ones." I swear this statement made me flipped and did a somersault in mid air.

So Quality and Quantity Fish, I came across this joke on today's New Paper (Yes I read tabloids and cheers to England for pwning Russia!) and this is for you:

" We can't compete our price."

" We can't compete our features, service, quality"

-"That left us with fraud. That's why I want you to call marketing."

Nouvelle Vague is highly addictive. I get lost in songs too easily and when the grandfather clock on earth struck for me to come home, I was very reluctant and I had to slug my way back to earth.

Jesus, I really have nothing to talk about.

So this is my first lousy attempt.

I have a feeling I will delete this post soon.

Candy me rainbow.

After the last drop of raintear fell on the horizon, the usual sunshine didn't creep out. Instead, a gigantic lollipop emerged out of the sudden blue splashed sky! You bet my eyes were widened with joy and I was having that grin as wide as Cheshire cat's! I skipped around everywhere with an unexpected outburst of sunshine. And I spent my early afternoon kissing and savouring my giant lollipop as if there's a candy lover little girl ensconced in me.

It's a lollipoppie day!

There's this bundle of mixed feelings within me, and I am quite certain I am not the only one going through it now too. I had hoped things to be simpler, then again I realised that they didn't start out as simple right from the beginning.

It's still the airy feeling I have beneath my feet.

If it's only by being next to you, I get to be an inch closer,

I wish to be caged forever.

I know there is a ground somewhere for me.

I just don't wish to seek harder.

-lollipoppie rolled over at 12:54am and fell right on the ass. I'm a liar.

Cold cut chase.

I got lost in Nouvelle Vague outer space this early afternoon and pretended that I was wearing this really big blown up hairdo and the big black shades with no UV protection. When I came back to earth, I had wanted to keep P.O.D entertained but to my terrifying horror, I have forgotten to transfer their jams, which I have illegally downloaded, into my mp3 player (a.k.a Blood Sonia). /dog face So I resorted to Fall Out Boys and I seriously think "Sugar We're Going Down" is their best so far.

When it comes to my value, I have found out that mine doesn't turn out to be a zero after all. It is fragmented this way into every single flirt I may conduct; the way I want you to feel towards me. So am I valueless? Or is it broken up into such tiny molecules that there's no visible solidified body the naked eye can see?

I should be anonymous to everyone. We started out as strangers to one another after all. I guess there's an intriguing level of sexiness with meeting strangers. We are just those species into cheap thrills and dangers. Don't you find it more of a turn on having sex with someone whom you barely know rather than your partner? For my case, I won't even want to know his name. I guess that's going to keep myself in suspense so that I'd keep chasing.

Least, fast love is better than bad love.

I guess when one party is ever willing to give all out, the other doesn't wish to, nothing is going to come out right, nothing is going to blossom.

This time around, genesis would be much thorough and it's going to be completed in due course. There shall not be any intrusion, not even if you are the subsistence in nonage.

This armour shall baffle all penetration.

This is my space and I am finally very safe.

And these are the phrases associated with today:

"Pablo Honey, Psychedelic Rock, Radiohead's Creep."

Fake plastic trees.

I reckon September is a dreamy month. Instead of the usual smiling sun wearing the black shades which would greet when I open my eyes, it has been the gentle splattering of raintears on the window pane for the past few days. Couldn't help being addicted to Bread's "Make it with you" at the moment. For those whom I've already shared the song with, you have a September song to see you through your lazy Sundays snuggling up with your loved one right beside you. As for my case, I'd let it ride as a mystery for now.

I stood in the rain this afternoon. Actually to be honest, I was sitting on a ledge I managed to seek which is secluded enough from passers' eyes. I let the rain beat on the fresh cut wounds. They gently washed away the pain which I have incurred over the years.

I strongly feel that the weather always has somehow an effect on our counting days. Why is it that whenever the skies are dark, our hearts tend to be a little greyer than the usual sunny days? Ironically, my perfect afternoon would be sitting alongside a clear piece of wide pane with drops of sky juice streaming down the pane, reading a book which is going to make me ponder about the little trivial things in life.

The ninth month started out far from a great month for most of the earthlings around me. I keep smelling dreariness whichever corner I turn to and it is just so, I happen to be a dispirit detector. And because of the prolonged exposure to the falling drizzle, my head is starting to feel a little on the cloudy side now.

I hope the sun won't hide himself away for long.

And I pray for the best for my beloved other half.

And I'll keep praying.

And so Nic recommend a lil song which got me perky a lil here and there.

And so I hop around like a bunny which I always do.

And so I start dancing like a haywired robot.

And so I realise I have a queer habit of starting every sentence with 'And so'.

And so I conjure I am the haywired robot.

And so.

Let's dance little stranger

Show me secret sins

Love can be like bondage

Seduce me once again

Burning like an angel

Who has heaven in reprieve

Burning like the voodoo man

With devils on his sleeve

Won't you dance with me

In my world of fantasy

Won't you dance with me

Ritual fertility

Like an apparition

You don't seem real at all

Like a premonition

Of curses on my soul

The way I want to love you

Well it could be against the law

I've seen you in a thousand minds

You've made the angels fall

Won't you dance with me

In my world of fantasy

Won't you dance with me

Ritual fertility

Come on little stranger

There's only one last dance

Soon the music's over

Let's give it one more chance

Won't you dance with me

In my world of fantasy

Won't you dance with me

Ritual fertility

Take a chance with me

In my world of fantasy

Won't you dance with me

Ritual fertility

And so, I finally found the perfect song.

And so, I am dedicating it to you.

Faith I.

I fell;

I screamed;

I laughed;
I howled;
I fluttered;

I grinned;

I ran;

I knelt;

I pray.

I pray.

I pray.

Pray;

Have mercy.

Have mercy.

No.

Help.

Lord please.

Downward to darkness on extended wings.

I attended Miss Fingeryou's funeral this evening with Mr Fingerme. Couldn't help but to notice how pale Mr Fingerme had turned after a two months' disappearance (he shunned the camera). We laid Miss Fingeryou's still body down a coffin measuring 4cm x 1cm, threw white roses and had angels sprinkled loves all over her. Cause of her death: Lovesick. But who hell did she fell in love with? That Finger must be somebody.

I do not enjoy the way I am feeling right now. I lack the feel of significance. I smirk right now, because Leo Chrisma is mocking at Cancerian Chrissy. Clashed? I know it is. I find myself diagnosed with bipolar. And to KL and fro back Singapore, I chose to sit all by myself on the coach. I gazed at dead stars and whispered far too much to them. Doubt they would hear me. They are all burnt out. I hate myself. And I don't look like anyone now, not even myself. I should make my own trip down to the zoo tomorrow and sit by polars for the day.

I am an enigma.

I keep writing. I wonder when leaves glide in the wind, will I rust? If I manage to rust, will I corrode? The trees have left, why am I still standing here? If I escape to another world where no one would recognise me, where no one could hurt me, where I can just sit alone by the lake or river and while days away, and forsake every fragmented memories, would I be able to return to innocence and call it Heaven? I need a place where there's only me and myself, to take care of and to be bothered with only myself. My soul is drifting right in misty mid air, wandering and seeking a cave to rest. And the only solace I would ever find comforting would be that little house which chose to shut its door behind me. I stood by its white stripes painted window, onlooking in these days.

The brutal reality slaps in that when we try to seek our value in the people we want to make our worth, it always turn out to be a big fat zero. Why is that we can never have the best of both worlds? Why must things get to the way they are today to forcefully propel me to leave everything all behind? Am I weak by nature or am I just cowardice to remain in this black box to face it all by myself? Where was I this day two years ago? And where would I be at this day two years later? Would I leave you all behind? Or would you remain asleep somewhere down the dark side of my heart, remaining as a wound no remedy could heal?

My comfort zone happens to be a black box.

If you claim to know me, do you really understand what I am going through or how I am feeling right now? If you do, pardon me for saying that 'nonchalance cruelty' happens to be your middle and last name. Pardon me for being an assumptionist for pardon yourself for not filling me in, the slightest twisted emotional alteration at your every ticking perishable hand. Just when I thought cliché Life is unpredictable, you turn out to be a bewilderment. And like any other, there's no explanation why I feel this way towards you.

So I thought,

I'll tape my clenched hands together tonight,

pretend to fill the gaps and voids.

Pray; close intervening spaces.

While I drift away to a lonely planet with no familiar faces;

no pain.

Self mutilation shall all begin.

Embrace all that I am, blindly.

And so I am back in Singapore again. It was a total rush. Rush to and fro that is. Lack of sleep (that is because I chose to), alot of food (darn!), not much shopping, just a few DVDs for love, and yeah, nothing else.

Watched this show on the journey over to KL, named "Blue Car". It brought out the lonely stars filled gloomy skies and awoke the tear glands I had thought were no longer endowed with life.

This specific line mouthed by a little girl,"I don't even look like anyone, not even myself." Thought she was an angel, she plunged herself down a building.

Lots. Lotsa ideas for poetry flowed in streamingly, but there weren't any pen nor paper, and I seriously cursed at myself for not bringing a book along. And now is just not the right time to compose any.

Oh yeah. Now that I remember, I did bought something for myself. A Biore Pore Pack which comes together with a card holder, free. That's all, nothing else.

The morning sun rays beamed on the entire city. On the fortieth storey of the Petronas Tower 2, wearing a corduroy jacket, with hands in my skinny jeans pockets, and hair tied up in a pony, I peered out the window and gazed at the world with a grin. Being on the 40th floor reminded me of something that someone had once said. So the next thought which followed after that endearing thought, "The world's mine for the taking, make me king".

In which, the outcome of my interview turned out to be a victorious word.

Go ahead. You can dial my number now giving me well wishes, whoever you are.

I say say not say said.

Hey yo! I'm back! Com's been down. Some thing got BBQ-ed. Felt like a total caveman for the past few days minus the facial, chest, armpits and pubic hair.

Ok, last entry before I leave for KL tomorrow for my grand showdown with HR Venetian Macau Resort Hotel. G-O GO! Sell myself!

Aights Okay! Time to pack my bag. Be back before you know it! Luck! It's gonna be either good news for me, bad news for you or the other way round. Which way ever!

P.S Cartman better quit calling Ike a dildo!

Loves. Loves. Loves.

You.You.You.

-suisyola

One step out of the comfort zone.

All I really wanna scream out loud now:

"Lose yourself in the music the moment you own and you better never let it go.

You only get one shot, do not miss the chance to blow.

Cause opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo~!"

If I am lucky to leave,

I will be back,

stronger.

Read me.

Time to soar in the sky.

The futuristic; as precious as gold

At my feet; the world

Watch me play my Life.

lil superhero girl, you must be beat saving the world.

Love the poetry on the curbside!

Brilliance!

Buy cartons of bubble gum and blow you a hot air balloon!

It's Funny. so Hush.

It's so weird why I woke up to the thought of B et al. And surprisingly last night I was just thinking about the fun we used to have because we were just talking about it on MSN. Those silly days we had and how we used to party like the rich and famous. Ah? No. Just jumped queue everywhere, that's all. Lol. And what happened?! I accidentally text him when I wanted to text my lil sister to get food for me and momma. So he was so cute, he actually replied " No. I am having dinner in school." LMAO? Bennett Lee? Wtf is wrong with you? Eh. I miss Katong chicken rice, East coast lagoon's roti john. So Please! Find one of these days take me out to a food fest!

Hmm... Pursuing a degree. Nichol suggests Business because he mentioned that I am those Glam-needy type of person. But my passion lies in Psychology and Counselling. /dog face

Been skipping work like hella these few days. Very unlikely of me. And my aunt's like uber mad. Asking me whether I would like to have a pet shop all to myself on one condition which is to get Class 3. Can you just imagine my face when she was telling me about this business proposal. Like she's dying to split her assets with me. Aunt, anyone?

Ah. Feel like putting on my dancing shoes so much. But to dance at a club is... a sad case of a goner. There ain't especially alot of area to dance. All you can do is just wind and grind. So...? I see you winding and grinding up on the floor. I know you see me looking at you and you already know... You know the rest. Dirty version.

Anyway. lil superhero girl, congrats on getting your first tattoo. Now it's my turn to get mine done. So Audrey Hepburn on my butt ya? Lol. You didn't update your blog last night, I reckon you were too tired to do so. And thank you for everything you've said to me. Now I feel like piercing my tongue too. You know let it bleed...

My horoscope's like this for today:

Education should always be a part of your life's journey, so open your mind and accept the fact that you don't know it all -- and never will. Every time you learn something new, you add a new facet to an already sparkling gem of a personality -- which in turn will help you attract many more people. Things will go much more smoothly if you have logic and information on your side. Quite often, it's not 'who you know'; it's 'what you know' that gives you an edge.

How True!

Okay. Basically this is a very bimbotic post and there's nothing much to update for the past few days. Just that I realised I am indeed insane to play a lil too far to the destruction of 'myself'.

-shrugs-

And this is for you:

You thought; think again.

=)

Torn, right before your eyes.

Six sticks of nicotine, a guitar sprawled lazily across the floor and I saw things in another light.

I turned around and looked at the circle I've left behind.

Red.

A trial; uncalled for; designed by Life.

Two cracked lovers on each's grey; one remained guarded; one fighting to penetrate.

She's frail without him; her faith swayed with rumoured wind.

She fights on still; day seventh's beaten.

The light she shines fickled; she burns ferociously more.

Mortal love is flawed; she's with epiphany.

Time is an endless tool; make him enemy not.

His waves churn; he lost his way; he sees no light; he thinks he's done for.

An ethereal smile; she gives.

You bowed in the name of Life; your own puppet.

Easy on yourself; Nothing! you'd achieve.

The hands painlessly tick; perishable is time.

The past is all but mere memories dried.

O' why M'Lord; leave it all behind.

For now I take my leave; left traces of me.

Know that it exists.

So I went to fetch my guitar.

And I realised I lost my pick.

So I uploaded a song.

You just pretend that I did it.

So be appreciative.

I don't normally play.

I can sing.

^^

-you are

Does my light hits the gloom on the grey?

I see you're a bibelot;

of curiosity, beauty and rarity.

No.

I ran.

No.

Chase not.

I'd never catch up.

still adored.-

Who am I?
A daughter? A sister? A friend? A midnight lover?

They pauperize me.
They prompt me every now and then to question what's my purpose.

I can't exactly say how I feel.
I guess when you don't feel the way I feel, you would never feel me.

Am I simple?
I pray every night.

Being simple is blithe.
It's good to be blind.

Perhaps I'm blind?

Am I true to myself?
Can I be naked to you?

Or would you prefer me the way you've always wanted me to be?

I think I am wrong.
There's four living in me.

A daughter. A sister. A friend. A midnight lover.

Maybe it's time to seek the value again.

I bursted out in manic laughter when I caught Cheezer in this sadomasochism act.

Busted Cheezer!

let's play stars.

Lil superhero girl saw the black and white in melancholy (below) and she asked whether I've been crying because I had puffy eyes in those pictures. I was reading her blog last night and I couldn't help bursting out in laughter when I visualised her doing that Mikan's expression when she received my sms that afternoon. Boo hoo!

I get to have the next three days off from work and these are what I'd have to do:

• Guineas' Burrow
• Gymming
• Recuperate and have LOTSA rest
• Cleaning up of my room
• Cleaning up of the house
• Return the two Charles Dickens books
• Get hay for guineas

I suppose I can finish these chores in less than a day. *spastic face

I have been this sick for the past few days. And to think I still walked home in a drizzle this evening. It was so cooling and the city lights were all reflecting on water dews on leaves and puddles by the roads. It was captivating; I was alone.

little black cloud.

Realised there's no white wings.

Am I weakened without strength?

Would you save me?

Fragments laid sprawled and scattered

Through clouded eyes I see

Feeble; I gazed

At every little bits and pieces

and laughed uncontrollably.

"It's too late." He whispered.

"Who would save your soul if you won't save your own?"

take the burning temperature away from me.

I ran to the highest peak and stared death right in his face.

It was a nostalgia.

A million faces.
Their hastened pace,
Who would care if I'm afraid?

Would you stop?
Are you genuine?
Would you stay?
Or are you the millionth face?

I listened to chasing cars a thousand times.
Finally. And at last.

Believe in me.

I will lay with you and just forget the world.

But do you see all that you are, all that you were, in my perfect eyes?

jeremiad.

It's this one thing you did.

Leap.

Hush.

Take a moment.

Feel my presence...

coming around you...

slowly devouring you.

心动.

Often, we only believe what our eyes see.

It should not be this case, for now.

Master Kidderminster brought Tarzan and Jane together, in the Jungle.

"Momma said I look like a tranny. I don't wish to live anymore."

"Time, with his innumerable horse-power, works itself away, not minding what anybody says."

I'm beat to the bone. I slept during my commute on the tube today. I have never done so before! And I had to resort to blasting My Chemical Romance the loudest my mp3's capable of! So it just all boils down that I am really very tired.

Fade away right about now, my sweet consciousness.

The Big Problem.

I know I am unfathomable most of the times.

Do I even need to say more?

Okay. I'm in love with Nira.

Prince Rogers Nelson. 3121

The Artiste Formerly Known As Prince.

Can you believe that the famous falsetto of his is still ringing in my head, buzzing like flies inflicting harmonious damage to my eardrums even until now? Aw. Prince. No one can love you better than I do. Marry me even I am 27 years your junior! Your jams turn me on. Not literally! I hope you live forever.

"You're a carousel, you're a wishing well.

And you light me up, when you ring my bell.

You're a mystery, you're from outer space.

You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, that I'm your man.

And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.

Whatever comes our way, we'll see it through.

And you know that's what our love can do."

diggin' michael buble's everything so much.

and he's mainstream buble now, not michael.

Rush Hour!

Caught our first movie (and so the title tells you) last late evening!

We thought GV's staff's that dumb to give us separate seats, sitting parallel to each other but with that damn walkway in between. Then, a couple came and the rightful owner of K08 came and told him he's taking his seat. And that helpful couple told us we're in the wrong cinema!

Damn hilarious! I was laughing all the way to the cinema we were supposed to be in.

So, we found out that we weren't at all, separated after all. An indescribable emotional wave came over me.

First movie. First date (screw up) we did.

Greens for the guineas: $3
Alteration of two pairs of jeans: $10
Fossil watch batteries replacement: $16
A pair of shades: $14
A bag: $29
A dress: $29

Aloysius's companionship: priceless.

Charles Dickens's great works of literature are merely enough to substitute you for the weekend.

The other side of the story.

I've always enjoyed looking at girls rather than guys. That is because it's alot easier to get good looking girls rather than good looking guys here. Do agree with me.

I'm never a fan of feminine girls. I've always adored girls with that attitude. The attitude to never whine and the attitude to just completely shut you and fuck you right in your face if you were to ever cross that invisible line of hers. She should be self sufficient, sensible and sensitive. She should be in total sync with her inner strength and she should have a clear idea of her own capabilities, abilities and limitations. She should be proud of who her shadow exactly is but smart enough never to submit herself to it, and wise enough to know that she would never know what she thinks she knows.

My ego spoke today.

I heeded.

Dum Dum Dum.

"Wanna look skinny?"
"Wear skinny jeans!"

P/S joke.

I love skinny jeans!
All colors please!


And thank you Tracy for this abnormal generosity! Can't wait for my shopping frenzy.
For that, I would like to impart you a quarter of my xxx skills.

Week is almost done with.
The hopeful waited in vain not.
It should call for some joy.
But I am upset.
For no apparent reason why.

Chrissy quietly sneaked back.
Thus, Chrisma walked away.

She cried this afternoon away in solitude.
John Legend's ordinary people did her in and prolonged her pain.

She is afraid.