"You bloody bastard."
"Exactly so. Run back to your room if you can't handle it."


Recognise that, Bostress? :)

kak padshiy angel

It tasted of fullness, of longing and wishful thinking and want, so that one bite left him empty.

If only priorities were as easily sorted as socks.
I wonder if it's normal to feel so out of it. I hope it blows over soon, because I am thoroughly sick of it. Grrr.

daydream or nightmare?

I dream of dogs and of wild beasts,
I dream that animals with eyes like lamps;
Bit into my wings high in the heavens,
And I crashed unwittingly, like a fallen angel...

I don't remember the fall, I only remember
The impact as I struck the cold stones;
How could I have flown so high and then
Tumbled down so cruelly, like a fallen angel?

-Nautilus Pompilius, Like A Fallen Angel

Is it too much to hope that my mind clears up soon?

Itchy fingers

Well, well...another colour change. I wonder why I can't just leave my blog alone.

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...anyhoo, I have a few rather strange things to mull over.

Numero uno:
Creating a wordless sequence of images depicting a barely-there storyline (because my scriptwriters have weekends too) isn't as easy as I'd hoped. Mario Oswald Puddington needs work. Lots of work.

Numero dos:
I never knew you could continue your dreams where they leave off. I mean, one week later and poof! - I'm back on that same night, and the events pick up right where I'd stopped the week before. How odd.

Numero tres:
Apparently it's possible to never call a friend (with whom you interact daily) by name. Who knew?? Oh, sure I refer to G-R-A-C-E by name when speaking to others. But she says I never call her that to her face. Really? I never noticed. Sorry, G.
(Oh, wait. I see. I think I get it. Whoops.)

Numero...uh, whatever it is...:
I'm not sure if anyone has realised that the word "random" is way, way too overused. I mean, sure, it's a great word that just radiates randomness, but surely there are synonyms? I've checked through my blog and I'm disgusted by the number of "random"s in here, so I'm gonna try my hardest not to use that word any more than is appropriate. Ha.

Numero I-have-no-idea-what-'five'-is:
I want to watch The Other Boleyn Girl, and I want to go see Mamma Mia!, so who's with me? :D

Numero same-goes-for-'six':
I am quite creamed for the upcoming exams. Hmm. Oh, whatever. Has anyone heard that wonderful song, I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly? It's great. <(^^,)>

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Jonas Erik Altberg! Ha, what a dorky name. No wonder he got himself a pseudonym. X)

eehuu.

so says I

Behold! - my new header!

Whatcha think? :)

"If you wish the light to be seen, you have to take it into dark places."

It was a fun Saturday.
Will you believe, I haven't had a single mooncake this year??

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the past weekend seems to have involved a vast number of candles.

not my fault

You could say to the universe this is not fair. And the universe would say Oh, isn't it? Sorry.

Pop goes the big vein

Does anyone realise how increasingly annoying the world has become? Or maybe it's just that I've been in an awful mood lately. Whatever it is, an awful mood sometimes has the ability to cut right through all the crap and put a fresh perspective in mind - which is most often one that showcases the more irritating aspects of the people around you.

An awful mood suits me right now.

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On a relatively unrelated matter, I've just been to someone's blog - I won't say who - and was bombarded with stupidity of levels unimaginable. I won't be hypocritical and claim I'm superior to anyone in terms of intelligence. Bimbotic people do have brains. If they didn't, they probably wouldn't be alive. But aside from all the basic functions and subconscious actions, they sure don't use it a lot.
I've seen cases where some doofus doesn't want to appear quite so shallow and raids the dictionary for long (at least five syllables) and impressive-sounding words to use in a post, only to forget the next day that such a word exists.
Worse, I've seen sad, lovesick posts on blogs of people who, I am one hundred percent certain, have no lovelife to speak of. Why bother, for heaven's sake?
But then again, who am I to comment on others' styles of expressing themselves?


I think my temper's blown over.

A dress? Aack! No friggin' way!

Here's the thing I've learned about weddings. If there is no option but to attend one, then by golly, get into the committee! It makes things a lot more fun, really. You even get a pretty corsage! I didn't think I'd actually enjoy myself, but it just goes to show: I'll never make it big in the world of predictions.

Guess what? I proved to mummy dearest that not only could I walk straight in my heels, but I could even lari anak-anak. Hah! Take that! ^^ Plus I got my hair curled without quite planning to. My mum's hairdresser wasn't very good at English, so I left it to my mum to decide what to do to my head. Next thing I know, the lady's heating up some awful-looking instrument and grabbing my hair and pulling it and -- ta-daa! She wasn't trying to kill me after all! Terrifying, that was.

Photos! We start with one of the happy couple ;)

Cousins...

Brothers...(oh, sorry, one of them looks so awful I'd rather not put it up) :P

There isn't a single solo one of me that I like, damnit. Oh, well.
(these're a little blurry because my cousin took em with her phone...)
(...and in case you're really dense, neither of the ones with short, jagged hair is me)

And the best bit? The inanimate objects, of course...I wrapped the present that my mum bought for the bride. Now I hate the sight of sequins.

This pretty, sparkly thing took me an hour and a half. Ugh.

"Ohmygod, why are you taking pictures of your chest??"
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It was fun.
:)

I wish the rain would stop.

Inochi wa Tsuzuku

It's over - wait, no, actually, nothing's over. You can't put an end to what never began, and it, whatever it was meant to mean, never did.
Things have been said, could have been thought, might have been felt. But in the end, no memento was left behind - no actions to prove the words, no memories worth keeping. Nothing at all exists to stand for the existence of what very nearly did.
Life goes on. For everyone.
Today is for grieving, but you shall have neither tomorrow nor any other day from me.

...awesome!
Emopost, ha. Sorry, I was drafting out something for Paisley Puppets and felt like putting up an excerpt. Hehe.

Oh, and update on Unc's wedding soon. Promised a certain cuzzy I'd do that much for her, at the very least.

Delusion

Right, now I'm pissed.
What the hell is wrong with these people? Don't they possess even four nanograms of common sense? Isn't there any practicality going through their heads? Can't they recognise logic when it runs laps around them screaming its name? Is their twisted rationality there simply so they can feel more elite than others?
It's called a board for a reason. Does that word not imply a certain amount of equality? It's not called Leaders & Co., is it now?
Should not the whole board know, at the very least, what they're working to produce?
Oh, no. Certainly not. Too much information is hazardous. Only the ones highest up are capable of handling such risks, right?

*snort*

nibble nibble

I've just realised I have some pretty weird habits. I know it's common for people to bite their lip, but I bite on a little more than just my lip.

When I'm bored, I chew on my hangnails.
When I'm thinking about something, or being pensive, I bite the inside of my right cheek.
And when I'm bothered by something, I'll chew on my lip.
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That's kind of freaky. Does that mean I like eating skin??

sortie

I plead temporary insanity.

I went and bought myself a pair of three-inch black and silver heels today, unthinking beyond the prettiness. Oh, the fool that I am! So what if my cousin got super-high heels and I don't want to look shorter than her? Is it worth killing my feet??

...well...

It might be. XD