Theoretically, I have the perfect family.
But theories = jack shit.
My family hardly fits the dysfunctional family mould but we're hella sure ain't even decent.
---
And Hm.. I'm moving house.
And meeting THE Art Deadline tmr.
Maddness? Indeed... At least I have the other Art ppl panicking with me...
Sigh. A year of Art... just went by like that... sure glad I met the people I did... they sure are an interesting and fun bunch... hope we'll be staying in touch even after Doomsday...
I need Halloween/Bhangra/Techno/Trance/shopping company... anyone? anyone?
Friday, September 26, 2003
Let's start off on the right note:
badger badger badger mushroom mushroom
Now that the important issues are addressed...
Someone help.
Art's due in 3 days.
Despite that, it's still absolutely crucial that I hang at the studio with Marcus and the sexy-sexy,wired-up iMac .
And of course, totally essential that we celebrate the fact that we acutally turned up at the studio by dropping by at zouk.
And as we all know, sad clubbing simply must be redeemed by supper and solemn banter.
And it gets better...
I drop by at Amanda's place at 5am to draw the faces in for her fashion prep.
So. What ever shut-eye I caught between 6 to 8 is going to have to combat my eyebags. *oh yay*.
did I mention that i can't get home?
although it's a 5mins walk from here.
My "self-induced parental disownership masterplan". I think I'm sorry.
Seriously, fuck. For all it's worth, fuck fuck fuck.
...
I think it's coming true, our (you know who you are) lives really are falling apart. Don't think I'd like it any other way.
---
_and Marcus, Happy Birthday,I love you. I'm never never never gonna party with you again. You're boring.
_and Amanda... good luck for chinese B. and good job on realising you have an exam 20mins before it starts. and thanks for letting me crash here at your place... comfy couch you got there... *love*
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Jesus.
Oh. kay.
All of you stalker-geeks out there,(Eye-zack?? you reading this?..haha)
get a friendster.
There's a whole world of stalking opportunities there.
Have fun.
---
Speaking of stalking,(not so) recently, I've been doing a fair share of that myself... And good lord, this guy is definately taking a helluva long time to figure out who's stalking him... or hell, figure that he's being stalked. I hate it when they don't get paranoid. If you're in acjc, watch out. Are you being stalked? (insert silent hysteria)
Monday, September 22, 2003
Hey.
Capitol Barbie here.
So...
Guess what, I saved a turtle today.
Yeah, like, totally OMG!!!
(no, seriously)
So my mom and I were driving along that road behind botanical gardens... and then there was this thing... like, in the middle of the , like, road. And me and my mom was like, totally, "like, what?".. and then we nearly ran over it, but then we realised it was like a turtle, and we where like, totally, "omg!" so. like. we like, pulled over and picked it up, and like, put it back into the um... forest? Yeah, like, totally awsome!
*batts eyelashes*
Thursday, September 18, 2003
< start yoda>
Hmm~!
Annoyed is young Patty one. Little is time left, she has, for fashion plate to complete. Work Pat's bottom off, she must. Ugly ass, her plates are. Hmm~. Imbalance in the force, I sense. Aaahh~! Much fear I sense in Young Patty one. Fear leads to hate and hate leads to suffering!... Hmm... may the force be with you, young patty one.
< / end yoda>
you can tell I'm pretty fucked up for art no?
The problem ain't really completing the plates... it's just that I hate them. Not that they are hideous or anything... in fact, they're probably gonna bag me an A... but it's just that I can't be proud of them cause... (i didn't make them) .
But hey, I'm in Sg... and it's all about the grades.
So.
Bloomin' heck.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Everything's better at night. (click em for full size)
I want a new tripod for my cam.
Hell, I want a new cam.
And since we're on the topic,
I want DJ decks.
I want a vid cam.
I want to bleach my hair.
I want to get that alpha-omega tatoo.
Most of all,
I want you.
And I have one week of MC. Too bad stuff like that just don't fool The Dunn. Urgh.
Monday, September 15, 2003
okay.
finally got around to adding the comments thing and redo-ing the layout...
the banner irritates the hell outta me though... urgh.
So...
It's confirmed... I'm moving to Camelot...
The boxes arrived today...
I don't wanna leave this neighbourhood... Change is bad. Change is always bad...
I won't be able to run over to Amanda's every night to do Art... or go star gazing... or cook eggs in our microwave ovens... all that just seems to mean so much to me now... hilarious.
I need to go back to school...
I got to distract my self from the big big world...
It's like, in school, everyone's so caught up with studying and all, you kinda forget that there's more to life that just school... and even if you do well in school, it'll only take you that far...
I dont want to graduate. Ever.
I want exams to remain my biggest responsibility,
I dont want to think about working.
About love.
About money.
About me.
About friends.
About letting go of all my teenage drama.