Soom.

Don't worry.

I'm still alive and kickin'.

Perhaps not kicking, but still alive nevertheless.

Self destruct

Hey, do you people watch cantonese dramas?

Like those on 311?

Isn't it funny how they sometimes use the same actress as both the mother and the daughter when she's grown up?

I used to think it was really annoying last time when I was a kid.

Now its like...haha haven't you people heard of genetics? What? She cloned? Or had binary fission?

Yeah.

I have no life.

~Smartee Pants

P.S. Gwen Lee, you know, either he has some ultra top secret excuse reason.

Or he's just an ass. (No. I'm not sorry for saying this. You can slap me in school.)

Either way, what does that tell you?

P.P.S. Graduation is tomorrow. But we still have to go to school after that. Sigh, gotta love the system. Msia boleh.

P.P.S. My grad robes are UGLY and unwashed. Which part of dirty dark turquoise does the school not SEE?

Don't want deja vu

I didn't lose faith in you. I was just a little disappointed. Not because of that... that.

But because you're so capable of saying a lot of things, yet nothing happens.

We both know its not the first time.

So just stop making empty promises.

'Cuz then you'll be less pressured, and I'll be less disappointed.

Metatarsals

I have one normal foot, and one abnormal foot.

Two probabilities.

[Left foot (miniscule) X right foot (normal)] + [left foot (normal) X right foot (ultra large)] = damnit

Either way, that gives me a pair of abnormal feet.

And that's why I had hell trying to get a pair of stinkin' heels for graduation.

Either my right foot can't fit into the shoe size that my left foot fits perfectly. Or my left foot looks like an utter idiot in the shoe size that my right foot fits perfectly.

I hate feet.

Anyway, my creepy pair of metatarsals did get their happy ending. I did get the heels...so on Saturday I won't only be graduating from high school. xD you get what I mean, chuamaeyeng? heehee.

Ohh, and before I forget, let me credit Tweety bird for this.

Mum: Woi, after dinner you better go study.
Me: Hmm?
Mum: How many hours were you on the phone just now?
Me: What?
Mum: Talk more on the phone lah. See how your dad explode later when he gets the phone bill.
Me: Haaahhh?
Mum: After dinner, no more phone calls. GO STUDY.
Me: Whaaat? I can't hear you~
Mum: I SAID YOU BETTER STUDY UNTIL MIDNIGHT AFTER DINNER.
Me: HAHH?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU~
Mum: AFTER DINNER YOU BETTER GO STUDY OR ELSE I WI-
Me: CAN YOU SPEAK LOUDER I CAN'T HEAR YOU~
Mum: *huffs away and leaves*

Btw, yes, we were sitting next to each other and I was being a complete ass. And like I said, thanks to Leowlipop (Ben-dubbed-Tweety-bird) for this method of annoyance. She uses it on me everyday at school. ^.^

Okay, I shall go make phone calls now.

Just kidding.

Maybe just for awhile. >.<

~Smartee Pants

P.S. Gwen Lee, I know how you feel. The first thought that comes to mind might probably be "wtf do you think you are", but I really do. To a certain extend.

P.P.S. I feel like I've been getting very sulky around you lately. Is it getting harder and harder to put up with me? We don't agree on a lot of things, and that's okay, but I don't wanna disagree on a lot of things either.

P.P.P.S. Darn I need to update my Thieves list. Grr, its like change-blog-link season. =( Maybe I should follow the trend.

Thumbs up

1. Blake Shelton - Hillbilly Bone
2. Simple Plan ft. Natasha Bedingfield - Jet Lag
3. The Script - Nothing
4. One Republic - Good Life
5. Tyler Ward & Boyce Avenue - Fix You (Coldplay Cover)
6. Javier Colon - Stitch By Stitch


In no particular order.

All the female artists in the world have fallen off my thumbs-up playlist.

Except for Xenia.

7. Xenia - The Man Who Can't Be Moved (The Script Cover)

~Smartee Pants

P.S. Gwen Lee.

Coldplay - Fix You.

Stubborn

I'm hungry.

Like half crazed starving.

Even though I ate the whole pot of lamb stew today...straight from the pot.

~Smartee Pants

P.S. Gwen Lee.






Why does it feel like you're making the same mistake I made?

Fix me

I signed into Blogger today and the first thing I saw on my dashboard was a notification that claimed:

We've updated Blogger!
Our updated interface is fast, modern and clean.

It sure as hell better be. Because I'm gonna test upload photos soon and if fast, modern and clean Blogger screws it up, I might just do something really drastic.

Like throw dung bombs at their headquarters switch to Tumblr. Hmph.

------------------------------------------

People need to hear Javier Colon's Switch By Switch. He Is Amazing. Like Insane Absolutely No Doubt Amazing. In fact, he is so incredible, I just typed sentences with capped words...for him. And I never do that. Ever.

But seriously, all SucksPM-stressed jokes aside, the dude is every singing talent in the world -- any world -- combined. Do yourself a favour. Open your youtube tab and search "Javier Colon - Stitch By Stitch".

I swear you will not regret it. Unless you're the Iron Maiden type exclusively...then that's a different case...

~Smartee Pants

P.S. Gwen Lee, you might as well get used to seeing your name featured here for awhile... because I'm not gonna stop, until you do. Just because I can't find the words to harrass you about it during school doesn't mean I can't screw you here until you're okay.

P.P.S. Javier Colon, people. Stitch By Stitch on youtube/google/rapidshare/filestube/whatever-you-use-to-illegally-download-music.

And seriously, enough with the defaecation jokes. (>.<)

Lights will guide you home~

And ignite your bones~

I will try... to fix you~



Intense

Aloha.

I'm back.

And I've been gone so long that I'm not really sure how to write here anymore.

So many emotions and thoughts cramped up in my little brain that I need to purge out. Sometimes I wish I could just milo-dispense them all out. Inner joke. Nevermind that.Long story short, as that dratted SucksPM draws closer, its getting a little harder each day to reach for my daily dose of sanity.

Damn I need to study.

Finding your better half = losing yourself

Real or not real?

I used to think... not real. Yeah sure, people talk ahelluvalot about that person and people whom I don't even really kinda sorta pretend to know start asking me random questions about him when we both know I'm not gonna answer truthfully and they don't care either way.

"Oi Vicki, how's *inserthisname*?"

"*says the first thing that comes to mind*"

Thanks for wasting 6 seconds of my life, peep.

Seriously, stop asking for the sake of asking. Disclaimer: This is only targetted to a certain select group of people who are hell bent on asking stupid questions that nobody will care to answer.
To people who actually give a shyt, TYVMYTIMAWW&NS (and all my blog readers are gonna start asking me wtf this is. ^^)

Anyway, back to the line in pink. I'm starting to think its kinda true. In a way.

You don't lose yourself. (Well at least I didn't..) But you don't hold on to your original identity altogether either. Maybe that was what threw me off balance in the beginning. Having to think and proactively consider someone else's feelings in every major decision I make was not what I signed up for. Because I wasn't used to not belonging to me and only me.

And lets just face it. Its not like we know...knew...each other like the back of our palm...hand...which one is it...damn my english....metacarpals.

I remember anonymous asked me a few months ago.

"So Vicki, how does it feel to finally be in a real relationship?"

And I answered...

...I didn't know how to answer so I threw the question back at her.

I think I have an answer already though.

Leowlipop told me today that she felt very relieved that she doesn't have a better half, after seeing all her friends die partially (haha that's like ionising partially omg whats wrong with me) from their relationships.
I didn't really know what to say to that, because its justified. Its like quarrel-then-break-up-or-no-quarrel-but-still-break-up season these past few months.

And with that...my blogging bug died. So I might as well just sign off.

~Smarteepants

IS. BACK.

P.anSwer. It feels like a blessing and a curse at times. So much pleasure with such pain. Sometimes it hurts like shyt...and yet I know I won't let it go. If I had to use one word to describe it, it'd be...

Intense.

That one word doesn't sum up everything about us, but it sure says alot.
There are these times when I just feel like curling up into a ball and bawl my eyes out.

And there are these times when I feel lightheaded from the level of intensity.

And then there are the moments where I ride that roller coaster rush of emotion.

But most times, all I know is I'm just happy where I am. =) And I'm not scared anymore.

P.P.S. There's two things on my mind. One, after SucksPM. Two, before SucksPM. Damn.

P.P.P.S. Gwen Lee, move on...and those who are worth it will move together with you.

P.P.P.P.S. NG MING YANG MUST NOW UPDATE HIS BLOG.