my blog is odd. totally.
i feel like smashing this computer to pieces.
totally ridiculed.

on another note,
i love my boyfriend.
i love complex, it's the prettiest accessory i've ever seen.
well, ever had, for that matter.
and i love you, ken.
smuckers. :)

1 day.
positive or negative?
paranoia.
this is really shit.
i hope my anxiety is uncalled for.

admist all the worries and more worries, i had a wonderful day, after so long. i finished my econs test, got caught by the teacher for sneaking away, got shouted at, then he rolled his eyes and dismissed us. oh, well. school is dump. i watched a movie, held hands, exchanged blows, got into a violent struggle, went for dinner, shared beancurd and felt the happiest girl. :)

your rough of your palm ensured security, the strength of your grip proved faith and the softness of your touch showed love.

happy 17th nasha!
have a good one.
whee. :)

school's such a dread.
this gp exercise is useless.
sheer waste of time.
i'm dying for water.
a desert inside me.

displaying a glorious stance.
be it intentionally or not.
puts me off.
swagger swagger and trip.

puffy eyes and dark circles.
i don't know how they got there when i'm not even staying up to study.
yet my study is getting sapped away, day by day.
i feel brittle.
really want things to get better.
maybe smashing my brain might help.

a country that floods with propaganda. the fact that every channel shows the same national day parade, national day rally, and whatever national-something. there we have politicians breathing down our necks on how good singapore is (implied: please don't migrate to somewhere else larger more spacious more interesting filled with numerous tourist attractions and entertainment with a choice of city and countryside) and how flourishing the economy is. ooh. it is another brainwashing attempt by the whites. i don't know if this is allowed. or i might be sent into exile, somewhere like christmas island? or pulau something?

knocking on heaven's door
Bob Dylan
Mama, take this badge up from me
I can't use it any more
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Mama, wipe the blood from my face
I'm sick and tired of the war
Got that old black feeling and it's out to trace
Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them any more
Heaven's old black train is a-pullin' on down
Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door

mel would probably have loved this song.
i don't know. and i never will, i guess.
perhaps he would have liked this by pink floyd.
i miss you, mel. sometimes i still feel your presence around. i'm glad.