ooo suddenly i'm addicted to thrice.

THE ARTIST IN THE AMBULANCE!!!!

shouted out at 7:13 AM

ooo suddenly i'm addicted to thrice.

shouted out at 7:13 AM

the week pulls to a close again.

2 more weeks left. time really flies. i am not even looking at the dates now, i am just counting the weeks, and it's scary.the end it near, the unavoidable end that allows no mistakes, no screw ups. i just realised the importance of a's. it's even more important than o's. if u screw up o's, there's always poly. but for a's, if u can get into uni, u go back to poly, u waste 1 year, and u waste your life. well tt's the most pessimistic way u can look at things.

this week's been freakin hectic but enjoyable. i think i am not a workaholic. i seem to have developed a habit of wanting to study. the moment i am not reading my notes i will feel guilty. i am not even attempted by dota now. installed it the other day and played til 2am and went to be feeling damn guilty. so i uninstalled it first thing the next morning. haha and i dun even suffer from any withdrawal symptoms. shoik. so now the only thing i do on the com is to spy at other ppl's frenster accts and blog hop. haha it's quite fun. new hobby.

siglap cc is a damn nice place to study. ever since i mysteriously got a free passion card, i cld actually use it to open a study room at siglap cc to study. and it's damn conducive, cos there's practically no one. so i've been sort of a regular there now. haha. it's better than sch, cos sch is getting damn sian when u face the same damn classroom tat u have your lessons in. the only thing is tat siglap cc closes at 9.30, and they are damn anal about it.


haha my ipod is the biggest emo machine. cos the photos are arranged in chronological order. so when i scroll through it, i practically see my life zoom past. it's quite amazing how i changed in just these 2 short years., and the amount of ppl i met.i have visibly slimmed down, haha it's reall damn obvious if u see the old photos, i look like i'm suffering from thyroid back then. yeah i miss the old times. the carefree days of orientation, getting to be with so many girls in the same place at the same time. it's mind blowing. HAHAHAHA. everywhere i turn i see girls girls girls. last time in vs the only females tat exist were old teachers. yeah for the first time in my 16 years of miserable all-boys-sch-life i am actually interacting simutanouslywith more than 5 girls. haha tat sounds wrong.

den after orientation came odac. well not the current odac batch. the b2b batch. hell fun. jiamin, ruth, drey, ruiyi, wah seh seriously those were the best times of my life. and i still miss them. haha. after b2b was the olc period, and well tt's when things start to get worse and worse. first all my frens couldn't make it into vj cos those dsa bastards were taking up space in the sch population, and den i switched to a screwed up class. things were really pretty bad. but at least i learnt to accept my class, and i have been doing a really good job. but i'm glad things are quite ok now.

2 years of futile frenships and wasted love. i think vj has taught me quite enough. i guess vs was just too protected, cos everyone were closely bonded together. vj gives u a taste of the real world, a world filled with backstabbing, sweet facades, solitude, and not forgetting bunch of eccentric weird ppl.

ok enuff of emoing! and it's not split personality ok, it's just the truth. we're all just facades.


ohhh i'm addicted to the cake version of i'll survive. the guitar solos are damn powerrrrrrrr!!!!! and i think there's a trumpet guy cos i saw this guy playing the trumpet when i watched the mtv on youtube. haha tt's freakin cool lah. ohh and there's dis super emo song - come down to me by saving jane. damn poweerrrrr oso.


You’re beautiful
Just the way you are
And I love it all
Every line, and every scar
And I wish that I could make you see
This is where you ought to be,
Come down to me.

POWEERRRRRRR

shouted out at 7:50 AM

everyday slp at 2am, wake up at 10pm, and chiong to siglap/school to study until 11pm. something's bound to break. let's see which one breaks first. body, mind or soul. hahahahaa

shouted out at 7:14 PM

hardcore emo :)




Small, simple, safe price.

Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.

This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.

And I am not afraid to die;

I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,

I want the pain of payment.

What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts.

Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.

Would you be my little cut?

Would you be my thousand fucks?

And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.

To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.

My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.

I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.

Love is not like anything,

Especially a fucking knife.




shouted out at 10:07 AM

3 weeks.

fear, anguish, acceptance.

shouted out at 6:39 AM