I like stripes

Why look like got food stuck in my teeth. ._.

Hmm

Just saw a girl with big boobs and she was pouting at the camera on facebook.

She has 2000+ friends. Mostly male.

I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING.

So many people

Breathing Earth: real time births, deaths and CO2 emissions stimulations in the world.

Hnng III

I just realised that the song lyrics to 'Down' are a bit cocked.

Baby don't worry

You'll be my only

You won't be lonely

Even if the sky is falling down

Whether the sky is falling down doesn't really affect a guy's fidelity, does it.

Let's say if the lyrics go like this:

Baby don't worry

You'll be my only

You won't be lonely

Even when there's cheap whores all around

I'll feel much more reassured.

Hmph

(In the car)

Mom: Nobody (referring to my friends) wants a ride home?

Me: Oh there's this guy who lives in Sengkang but he's sending Melissa home.

Mom: Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?

Me: No, but he likes her.

Mom: Oh.

THEN:

"No boys like you ah? Why nobody send you home?"

D: Thanks mom.

Prove me wrong

To quote Amanda: "Sometimes your knight in shining armor is just a retard in tin foil."

How about ALL THE TIME?

ICA1

Multicam ICA1 today.

Cocked up in the beginning cause I kept changing shots when I'm mixing and then wondering why did the screen change when I was the one who pressed it. ._.

Turned back to find Miss Soo laughing and amused at the end of our production. NOT GOOD.

What's the matter

Oh darling

I like telling dirty jokes,
and I like smoking crystal meth,
but darling I love you.

And I like laughing at retards,
and I like throwing rocks at dogs,
but darling I love you.

I love you like the moon and stars,
when little kids get hit by cars,
girl you know its true. Darling, I love you.

I love you - Andrew Jackson Jihad

Why does it happen so

that I let what I'm afraid of most to happen again.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Moral of the story

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty okay.

You go out, and you see someone really pretty.

You feel depressed.

You go home and go online, and you see really pretty girls too.

So you think, "Maybe I should make an effort, you know, buy some nice clothes and make up."

And made an effort you did, with nice clothes and make up.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty okay.

You go out, and you see someone really pretty.

You feel depressed.

You go home and go online, and you see really pretty girls too.

So you think, "Maybe I should make an effort, you know, buy some nice clothes and make up."

And made an effort you did, with nice clothes and make up.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty okay.

Excerpt

They could lay there and trace constellations out of the sky until the universe ran out of mysteries and never be bored of each other's company.

She had seen mankind at its ugliest, but still managed to find him beautiful.

But dawn was coming. The dawn of a new world, a new creation. Mankind would never experience this world.

Their own making, she thought. She felt no remorse for the species.

He turned to face her at the exact same moment she turned to face him. The simple action performed simultaneously had almost been enough to make her stay.

She hated the ambivalence.

"Goodbye," she whispered, as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.

He stared at her.

When she looked back, his eyes were no longer on her, but instead on sky.

"See you later," he said almost casually.

***

Right. Another piece of meaningless writing. Fits my current mood though.

Areyouchio.com

I'm a 7.34. ._.

Get yours done here!

Salad fingers

Why bacon is better than true love

Bacon stays with you, in your arteries, forever. True love doesn't.

D'oh

THIS IS LIKE THE WORST SIMPSONS VIDEO. EVER.

Hmph

Mom: Want to eat chocolate?

Me: !

Mom: Oh wait your face like that better don't eat.

Me: ........

Interlude

He likes llamas.

“Llamas are good,” he says.

Mysterious. How mysterious.

She does not approve.

“Llamas are smelly,” she insisted.

He shook his head, but did not bother to reply.

The pause dragged and lengthened into a pregnant silence, full of expectancies.

She does not approve.

“But llamas are smelly,” she repeated, to fill the silence.

His mouth twitched.

She stared.

The clock ticked.

Still, she stared.

The clock tocked.

He turned to leave.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but silence triumphed.

He left.

And the clock ticked.

Failure - Laura Marling

Is there a reason why I'm feeling cynical again?