There is no happy ending for everyone in the world

And you can’t disprove it.

Liquid numbness

Getting so caught up in bad moods.

Several obsessions aren’t helping me, really. One of them is Eminem’s new album, Relapse, haha, most of the songs the songs are so morbid and dark, but I can’t help myself getting addicted to them.

Results are back, not so happy, but can’t complain, I deserved them for slacking the entire June away. Now I’m just wondering when is a time to start seriously studying, it’s life we’re talking about anyway.

Half-blood prince tomorrow. So many mixed reviews, hope it’s decent.

I have no idea what else to say. My life is boring. Meep.

Pokemon!

Gonna go catch’em some math equations.

please please

Punch your face

I feel randomly violent. I was at church, and some guy was wearing those like of masquerade full face white masks(Like from V for Vendetta), to promote some drama event. I immediately thought of the punching quote from Malfi, and had an irresistible urge to thwop that guy in the face. He wouldn’t be able to see me coming anyway. But I think the other 30 people around him might. :V

Anyway, current song looping, Strange Love by Little Annie. The lyrics are simply brilliant.

Wub

——>08s33<——

is cool.  Now, firstly, I need to make a statement.  That after the CT’s directly, I was out until roughly 12.30am, and went to sleep at 4.30am. Then I woke at 8isham, left my house and reached home at 11ish pm. That’s 3 hours of sleep, for the mathematically retarded.  Add that to not being exactly completely sober, and it basically means :

DISCLAIMER, I AM NOT IN A RIGHT STATE OF MIND TO WRITE THIS NOW.

Anyway, topic at hand. CT2’s are the past, and back to IS life for me. It was like it never existed in the first place, so guess I never had any importance in the first place. I kinda feel guilty about supposedly “celebrating after a tough run” when I didn’t even -run- in the first place. But heck, life’s about being merry, isn’t it?

From probably the dumbest game suggestions of hide-and-seek and marco polo(which, btw, were paradoxically fun), Swenson’s dinner, ice cream cake(how I missed spamming those when I was younger), Swenson’s breakfast, sleeping at 4.30, waking up to travel HALF OF SINGAPORE TO SOME WULU TOWN, and TREASURE HUNTING SOMEONE’S HOUSE BASED ON INFORMATION OF WORD OF MOUTH(I.E NO ADDRESS), to watching people’s reaction to the wtf of waking up to the sudden realisation that your classmates are around your bed staring at you.

Our class is so cute now. <3 (YES I USED HOT PINK, I FEEL DIRTY AND GAY)

Add that to some *masculine*(coughcough) activities, yes I’m a gamer, I admit, as well as crapping between drinks(better known as dhrinks to lit students) and other related activities of that sort. If I ever wanted to waste my life doing whatever I whimed to pleasure myself, that would be the kinda of life that is cool.

Still, back to the meat grinder.  Bursts of being able to immerse yourself in pure foolishness/randomness is always one of the perkier things in life. Just that it needs to be balanced by some level sanity at other times.

But screw sanity. Even if you’ve been beating to-and-fro around my life for the last year and half, I can still only like you, as always.

Top searches(for this blog)

Top Searches

vic acs ib scgs,  you’re weird,  vera nakata,  tkgs uniform picture,  hp pavillion dv4-1413tx pc show

Yes, I know, and am damn proud of it.

(P.s. Stop searching for tkgs uniforms you pedo pervert)