It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind.

One Paul comment too many yesterday.
Cutting bangs today.
I hope it turns out well and I won't turn out looking like I'm five, oh god.
That wouldn't be too terrible.
It's weird that people think that you can't see what they're doing or saying when you're wearing sunglasses.

Maybe I'll use this new year to reinvent myself and be somebody different, and you won't be able to recognise me because I'll be confident, intelligent and beautiful.
But how can you create all these things out of nothing?
You can't buy it, or fake it, or practice it - because we all know "practice makes perfect".
But I guess I'll just have to put myself out there and stop hiding behind 'I don't know's, my hair and my fear of making mistakes.

I kind of want to know what people really think of me.
But if you don't know me [but think you do for some reason, be it through the way I dress/think/talk/carry myself] , you don't have to bother.
I'm bored with judging people, and then realising that everyone is trying to put me into a box too.
I'm sad that people think they know what I am like when I haven't even decided who I am.
I hate that the whole world is stuck in this one big box.

I feel like tomorrow is my one last day of freedom.
We can sit around after it turns 2007 and be the ones that want 2006 back, please and thank you very much.
Fuck, everything is moving so fast.

I'll light a candle [from my pack of bazillion candles from ikea] and wish that some things will change, and that other things would just stay the way they are, for once.

This ain't a scene...

Internet worksss YAY!

Eva and Shiang Nee are so competitive at Sakae Sushi Buffet!
Clara and I just attempted to rack up a personal best.
Eva says we should not reveal the number of plates we all ate as the number is embarrassingly low and people would laugh at us.
We spent the whole entire time playing '5 in 9' or '5 8 9' in Eva's case.
And then moved on to trying to finish each other's song lyrics and sentences, and had people stare at us cause we were laughing so damn loud.

To our dismay they ran out of STRAWBERRY SMILES which I had been looking forward to since I found out that we were sakae buffet-ing.
The stupid man said " I don't have any strawberry smiles, okay?"
and told us that he could give us more watermelon in the same stupid voice.
OKAY then.
You can take that extra watermelon and SHOVE IT UP YOUR- anyway, we filled in a comment form to complain about him, haha.

We jumped up behind Beatbeat, and soon she closed the thingythingy [what IS it, I can't call it a shop. A cart?] and we went to somewhere sleazyyyy to sing KTV because we were poor kids and cannot afford Kbox.
It was freaking hilarious because we jumped up and down on the couch singing terribly gay songs and laughed at the fake videos.
And Beatbeat's insistence on choosing Stefanie Sun songs.

Beat and I want lip piercings, but oh goshhh it's expensive and our mummy dearests are oh so very sharp.
How?

And I said, what about Breakfast at Tiffany's?

andre: you are as perfect as you can ever be taina!!!
That was in regard to my previous post I guess.
Thanks Cuz, I really appreciate it (:
OH AND I LOVE TIGGER.
Thank youuuu :D

Christmas Day ends in a couple of minutes.
I'm sitting here thinking how a couple of months ago we were all sitting around complaining how this year has been so sucky to us, and how we wanted it over, quick quick.

I don't want it to end.
Because everything is going to change in 2007.
Actually it already has begun, and it scares me.

This is my photograph wall, and basically is the story of my year.

Every night I go to sleep under so many smiles, so many memories.

Try and spot yourself maybe?

Random piece of graffiti I saw today that I really like.

Because she looks like she knows, doesn't she?

Does he still look at you the same way now?

I had 3 slices of bread just now.
No, I did not need 3 slices of bread.
Any normal person would say, why the fuck not? You were hungry, just eat the damn bread.
Yeah, but 3 slices of bread, or any other food for that matter, brings on my paranoia of my stomach suddenly expanding to enormous proportions.

It's not like I'm a size zero.
Like my aunt Pam says, how can you be a size nothing?
I train 3 times a week.
I eat.
Now I just eat less.
I'm one step away from becoming one of those girls I used to laugh at, the ones who count calories, or won't eat carbo or whatever.

My aunts cluck their tongues and tell me I'm too skinny.
What do they know, really?
Skinny in my mind refers to small, delicate, compact.
I want to be small, delicate and compact.
I feel so tall and awkward and large.

Why am I always obsessively looking for flab when I catch myself in the mirror?
I'm not fat.
It's sick. It's tiring.
I want to stop.
I can't seem to cut myself any slack.

*
And the one person that I want to talk to right now seems to only remember I'm alive when I talk first.
And I somehow managed to piss that person off through the minimal conversation that we have.
Am I a genius or what?
I miss you way to much. Please don't stay mad.
I need to talk to you soon before everything just really becomes too much.

*

Some pictures from Jumpers' Chalet, courtesy of RenRen. (:

Eva and I both dressed up as Pensionstate groupies, lol.

I mauled poor Ronald Mcdonald.

RenRen and I (:

Bacardi Breezers of all flavours.

Afraid to find out that you're alone

My cousins are love.
Look how I have the same expression in each picture.
FREAKKKYYY.

Holy crap we are dumb

Some Korean people were laughing at us when we did this. What, Korean people don't randomly dance in public places? Jeeze.

My camera is fixed and we are back in business!

I think we've embarrassed Shiang Nee enough for one day.

*

People were like throwing chicken at Beatbeat. Like, what the fuck?

Try and think of what you're missing

We had wishes that probably won't come true, but we made them anyway.
Courtesy of the "MAKE A WISH HERE" booth at the esplanade.
Go outside and you'll see our ball with our wishes written on them floating in the bay with all the other ones!

Mats couldn't get enough of my red sunnies.
One group complimented my "nice specs", and another kindly warned me not to "fuck around with those, they're dangerous".

I was craving a banana milkshake from the cafe at the esplanade library, they make the best ones.
Clara asked, does it bring all the boys to your yard?
And I was like, damn right. I could teach you, but I have to charge.

We had a nice view of everything. Of the city skyline, of the lights, of the balls floating on the water, and of the hot emo boys sitting in a corner playing guitar.

Yay (:

We bought a blow up bed and clara was our coolie!

Yay, stay over. We needed batteries for the battery-operated pump, so we went to the petrol station in our pajamas.

Shiang Nee was from TEAM SINGAPORE, Clara was chapalang bag lady, and I was Kurt Cobain with my plaid pajama pants!

Shiang Nee had training the next day, so she was lousy and went to sleep.
Clara and I ate chocolate fudge brownie Ben & Jerry's, the whole pint.

But tonight I'm getting ripped wide open

Bacardi Breezers, every single flavour.
Two A.M. Mac-attack!
Then attempting to be poetic, we all trooped down to the beach, and sat in a row sharing our last breezer, to watch the sun rise.

It was nice while it lasted.
I woke up and it was all gone.

I'm tired now.
It's getting so fucking lame.
I have people telling me that this this this is what I should do.
I guess I'll just wait it out.

In this whole mess, I still have to worry about retarded things like my amath grade and training.

And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase

Eva and I wore hold on sleeves.
It was fun, but it was hot.

We got our free drinks at starbucks. I got a vallina latte, even though I hate coffee when I first sip it, cause the after taste is sooo good.
Then we sat outside on the ground and played guitar and sang.
Beatbeat said it reminded her of all the random places we used to do that.
I felt sad.
I feel sad.

And we discovered that if you tap Beatbeat on the head she will go "DING" because she is a bell.

It was pretty much deja vu cause WE WENT TO THE SAME PLACES TODAY.
Renren's starbucks and then Clara's kiosk at cine.
The man hated us and took it out on Ra + Beat.
He is a bit strange.

Tomorrow is training, oh my god I can die.

*

Risque!

I'm obsessively listening to Of All The Gin Joints In All Of The World.

Shiang Nee and I went out with absolutely no agenda.
Our destination changed every five minutes.

We visited RenRen and then Clara, who actually mistook us for potential customers at first, and then shrieked in terror when she looked up to see us.

We were poor kids and actually contemplated ordering plain rice and water at ThaiExpress. [Okay, that was only Shiang Nee actually]

I have never been so glad to see chicken rice + CHILI in my whole life.

I am home and I need to go out now.
NOW!

BEFORE I DIE!

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness

I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
now I only waste it dreaming of you

I'm back in D.C cause we gotta fly out from here for some reason.
It's fun driving through the neighbourhood cree-teaking [how the hell do you spell it, gosh. Critiquing?] all the Christmas decorations on every house.

Points off for: Droopy lights, tacky-ness, insane overboard-lyness.

I'm pretty excited about coming home.
Back to the riots of my life.
I just hope we don't get snowed in when we stop over in Chicagoooo.

It was that day again.
Did you remember?
*

I like having funky new clothes.

Don't you fake it

My grandma said that I want to be different and non-conformist, and so does everyone else and therefore I have conformed.

I feel offended.
I'm not out there blindly following any movement, or going against all trends, or whatever.
I'm not doing anything crazy, I don't even stand out for that matter.
I blend in well.
And that's perfectly fine, cause I don't want people to notice me anyway.
I just want to be myself.

If only I could find out what myself is.

*
I hate it so much when everyone gangs up on me.
Especially when it happens in the car.
Cause they don't even come up with proper comebacks that actually make any sense when I put up a good arguement in my defense, and I can't run away to prevent myself from screaming at them.
*
Quincy market was nice today though.
Red ballet flats at Urban Outfitters, yay.

Let's be random, hurrah!

* Apparently it'll snow friday night.

I'll be home soon and I'm afraid of what I'll find.
A month and a week is too long for my liking.
But at least I'm down to a week.

Yay, Casino Royale/Bobby tomorrow.
And shopping at Independance mall soon!
Hot Topic anyone?

It's mommy's birthday on thursday.

I got orange chucks for 10 bucks.
Score!
[Hmmm, I wonder why nobody wanted them...]

I miss our group conversations at three in the morning.
Someone always seems to fall asleep on the phone.

And I love how we decide to meet randomly.
At the weirdest of times.

*
LET'S GO THROUGH WITH OUR PLAN.

Sing me something soft

Is there anything more rad than going to Friendly's for banana splits and hot fudge sundaes in your pjs and a fedora?
I THINK NOT!
:D

*
Four hour Hannah Montana marathon on Disney and counting.
Laugh all you want but I am in love with the show.
BUT I ABSOLUTELY DRAW THE LINE AT HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.
You hear?
THAT SHOW BOMBS.

*
I think I am going crazy.
You are so not helping.
):

You make me feel so crappy.

Plus i have this really bad cold and tons of phlegm.
I know, TMI, I apologise.
): x 194625067

The Virgin Suicides
by Jeffrey Eugenides

"What are you doing here honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets."
"Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl."

This book scares me because I know that on nights when I have trouble sleeping, I would lie awake and wonder why the Lisbon girls killed themselves.
Or even why I think that's the real question this book poses.

And the image of Lux [who takes the image of Kirsten Dunst cause I watched the movie] is going to be forever imprinted in my mind.

*
I want to watch Bobby and Borat.
BUT INSTEAD I GOT HAPPY FEET.

I cut my hair and now it's short.
Like, rrrreally short. Kinda.
It didn't turn out like the picture but I like it better I guess (:
*
Ccyanide! [- the kids] at the prom = FUCKING HOT, OH MY GOD.

I swear that I'm not kidding
We're just looking to fit in
With all the other answers
Questions never confirmed
States that keep us far apart
Track the beating of my heart
Mark the places in my book
With photographs we never took

I swear that I'm not kidding
The night time is so pretty
With all the stars above your eyes
I'm sneaking out and making ties
States that keep us far apart
Track the beating with a chart
Mark the rhythms that I shook
Everytime I caught you look

*

Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow.
Or today.
Whichever it is for you.

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

I'm in Boston, Duxbury Mass. !
I love seeing my grandma and grandpa, gah I missed them ):

Thanksgiving in a day!
Turkey day! (:
There's a huge amount of yummy food just waiting to go into my stomach, oh no oh no.
What happened to doing crunches every day?
*

I really wish my camera was working then I could take pictures of the tire swing, the huge mess of a chicken coop, the rows of christmas trees and stacks of firewood down the lawn, Razzle the Dazzle curled up on the bed, my baby cousins Jack and Lilli when they come who I bet have gotten gorgeous now, and all the random things I always see around here.
*

HEY TELL ME HOW PROM GOES!

We'll slow dance, and fast dance, and CLAP CLAP CLAP OUR HANDS.
My moves will be so hot you'll have to STAND UNDER THE FAN!

So will you go to the prom with me?

I want to cut my hair like this, will it work??
TELL ME QUICK, BEFORE I BUTCHER MY HAIR AND BECOME SO UTTERLY HORRIFIED BY MY APPEARANCE THAT I NEVER STEP OUTSIDE EVER AGAIN AND THEN -
okay, just tell me yay or nay?
Haha, thanks!
*

This is Florida, in purple, thanks to my camera.

This is me, in purple, thanks to my camera.

*

To Boston on tuesday!

Had to go see Switchfoot in return for Andre watching Hellogoodbye & Cute is what we aim for with me.
I'm not complaining, I like :D

I'm sad cause there is so many random things that I want to photograph and put up here but my camera just HAD to choose this trip to up and die.
How inconsiderate.

I can just keep a picture in my mind but it's not the same.

*
We've done Disney, we're done Universal.
Now all we have left is homework.
Booooo.

I never knew you threw so hard!

Hellogoodbye and Cute is what we aim for!
Yay, awesome stuff.

(:

We're always searching

Orlando, Florida.

I don't know why, but it makes me feel like we're homeless.
Driving around looking for a place to eat, with the neon lights glowing in rearview mirror.
$4.49 lunch buffet!
Disney tickets, sold here!
Souveniers, sweatshirts, towels, on sale!
We're not even staying in a motel, but I feel so grungy.

I feel like I'm in a CSI crime scene.
Today we came back and the apartment door was open.
Wide open.
I swear I thought I'd walk into the bathroom and find a dead body in the bathtub, so I was this close to wigging out.
Nothing was taken, and yeah, no dead body.
I guess we just didn't close the door properly.

I went on the Tower of Terror twice today at Disney MGM studios.
I feel so weird.
Maybe I got caught in the Twilight Zone?

I don't know how I am going to last two weeks here.
I just feel so weird.
I want to go home now, thank you.

It's just a bit too painful to swallow

I'm in Washington D.C at my cousin's place.

It was cool to see protesters outside of the White House today.
Even though they were quite a small bunch, it being a saturday afternoon and all.
*

I don't want to be another name you recall. Just another.

This is the Vietnam War Memorial and it's sad that some of the people, whose names are on the wall, never had family or friends come pay their respects, or leave flowers.

I want you to remember me, please.

I put the metro in metronome

Okay, this was my costume for halloween!
GUESS WHAT IT WAS!
I'll give you some room, here:













Okay, done?

I was a SPY!
Don't laugh, the costume was totally last minute.

*

I want to go watch Hellogoodbye/Cute Is What We Aim For/Reggie and the Full Effect in Florida at the House of blueeeees.

*
I saw slip-on Vans with Hippos on them yesterday!
HIPPOS!

One look and you took my heart

I'm in San Francisco and it's pretty pretty pretty pretty.
Hmmm, I think it's Halloween at home today right?
BE SURE TO TAKE PICTURES FOR ME IF ANYONE'S DRESSING UP,KAY?


IN-N-OUT burgers = the best the world. GOSHHH, we've been deprived.

Brekkie at IHOP! (:

I want to live in a place like this, so I can sit out on the fire escape, and write to the sound of police sirens in the distance and maybe you would come to sit and talk with me?

Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

NEHNEH!!!
I don't want I don't want Idon'twantIdon'twantIdon'twaaaaaaaaaaant.

Okay.
I have to leave.

SUCKSSSS.

FREE HUGS

Ccyanide again. On a mission to spread the love.

I came down for recess and saw them standing there. I grabbed cardboard and a marker.

And then we got banned, for "being disruptive and offensive".

Oh, I forgot. Mrs Ou Yang was telling us that

"You girls should try to lead a spartan lifestyle. Maintain discipline and cease to engage in frivolous activities."

So is this frivolous? Trying to make people happy?

The world is such a sad sad place.

*

Those people who supported free hugs, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

I'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go

I'm looking forward to single-serving friends, the company of Andre, Disney!, Hot Topic, spotting deer through the window at four in the morning, snuggling up by the fireplace with a zillion blankets and a ton of DVDs, baking cookies with grandma, San Fran which everyone tells me is awesome, Halloween, hitting golf balls up in the woods into the junk pile, seeing baby Jack! [ who is probably no longer very baby-ish] and Evy and Nancy and Katie and Tommy and Danny and Patrick and Lily! [who I bet is GORGEOUS], waking up wondering where I am, bagels and cream cheese, sunnnnnny Florida, awesome pizza slices at Independence mall, FUSE + MTV + MTV2 + VH1, leaning against the car door looking up at the night sky because somehow it just feels different.
I'm feeling upset cause for me to do and have and feel all these things would mean that I am going to have to leave on sunday.
For a month.
And a week.

At least I know that, that night sky I mentioned?
I know you'll be looking at the very same thing.

Someone who I went to primary school with died two days ago.
And one of my ex-neighbours died yesterday.

It's weird, cause I was not close to either of them.
But it's like, they were always just there.

I would see her in class and say hi every morning, and I guess that was probably the extent of our friendship.
Saying that we'd keep in touch at graduation.
But of course we didn't.

And I'd see him every evening through my window when he came back from work.
And I'd always say hi too.
Almost everyday.
And having to endure the "Wow Taina, you've grown taller/skinner, how's school/exams/life?" every chinese new year, Christmas.

I never thought that they'd just die like that.
Makes me wonder how long I have until the guy who doles out the death cards comes to mine.

And what are people going to think of me?
Sure they knew me.
I mean, I was always just there right?
I don't think I leave a lasting impression on people.

It was kind of annoying when my mom, who used to teach my friend when she volunteered in school, found out that she was in the hospital, was all "we must go visit her" and "poor her".
I mean, poor her?
When I got angry, she accused me of having no ... compassion or something.
I was just upset that she, someone who totally didn't know her at all, was acting like she was so affected by it.
I mean, what about her parents?
They feel enough grief, there is no need for you to go and add on.
Especially when a month or so later, you'd have forgotten about her.
And those that loved her would be missing her every single day.
Okay, maybe I'm not really making sense, but that's just what I think.

And yesterday at the wake for my neighbour.
I was really confused as to how someone could just live their whole life... only to end up dead, lying in a coffin with people who practically didn't know you coming to peer in at you, tell your crying family that they're sorry, and then sit down and eat peanuts or whatever.
I don't know.

It was a really weird place for all of us neighbours to meet up.
I was sitting there trying to explain what emo was to Arthur.
Zer Ming and I kind of got the general meaning across, and then they suddenly declare that I'm emo.
Jeeze.
Yay, i'm getting an army jockey cap from Arthur!

Yeah, I think it was June

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

Cyanide doesn't go to school together anymore, I just realised.

It's just us left.
Just you and me Va.

I'm scared as fuck.

Stepping stones away from the limelight

Monday was shopping with Eva.

Tuesday was tanning at Sentosa with Lydia and Lifen.

Wednesday was THE ZOO with Eva and Sarah.

It's now thursday and I'm tired.

*

Remind me NEVER AGAIN to come up with crazy schemes and enlist the help of Clara. Actually, how about just no more crazy schemes.

NEVER AGAIN YOU HEAR.

Hey Miss Murder, can I?

There's this gorgeous thing called freedom, that will commence shortly for me.
At about 9.30 tomorrow morning.

Hellooo late nights and more crazy stunts out in public with my partner[s]-in-crime.

I'VE GOT A WEEK TO DO WHATEVER I WANT.
If you have a sudden urge to go out and wreck havoc on the singaporean populace, I'm your girl.

Qi Xuan gave me a shopping trolley.
Okay, she gave ZOE a shopping trolley.

*

I need a guidebook on how to hold proper conversations with people, thanks.

Headfirst for halos

So I found my guiding light
Lambent, flashing red and white
Through a starry night
I'm better nowhere-bound
Than drowning on your solid ground

Although my room is pretty, and colourful, and pretty colourful, sitting in here all day long highlighting stuff, memorising formulas and making notes can make you go crazy.

This is me fourteen years and 364 days old. I wonder if I'll be any different when I turn fifteen. You tell me okay?

*

"Are you EVER going to grow up?" They asked her.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Why don't you ask me tomorrow?"

*

If I had known then That these things happen Would they have happened with you?

I didn't think I could feel this way.

I didn't think I could feel this way about you.

We can't afford to fuck up now!

But when do we ever do things that we're supposed to?

I need to stop writing on tables and skin and walls and just stick to paper and books.

You can't hurt me with the things that you do,
I'll pick up dandelions and I'll give them to you.

Goodbye waves and Driveways

www.banksy.co.uk

My new role model.
This guy is a genius.

*

My birthday's coming soon.
I still don't know what I want.
Help me out?

*

The Ryder Cup is on teevee in my house almost 24/7.
I think Sergio Garcia is kickass.

Touchdown Turnaround

I sensed a division amongst the ranks today at my grandmother's house.
I could tell because of all the screaming.

No duh, I am such a genius.

But anyway, it's weird to see them fighting because they usually are so bonded over the critisizing of us kids or where to eat lunch or whatever.
It's pretty annoying.
But it's quite sad now that they made each other cry.

Cousin X was giggling behind his magazine.
I nudged him with my toe.
Not funny lah you.
He giggled somemore and made a face.

*
I poked you.
pokepokepokepokepokepoke
And then I laughed.
Because I am amused by weird things.
And because you are cute when you pout.
(:

*

I'd like to say we're okay.
But are we?

What do we have if we don't have each other?

I make mixtapes everytime I'm upset.
So I can be found at the computer burning ceedees whenever anything screws up.

And here I am just adding another to the stack.

Reinventing your exit

Now come one, come all
To this tragic affair
Wipe off that make up
What's in is despair
So throw on the black dress
Mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice
You’re someone you're not

-The End, My Chemical Romance
*

If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky.

IF YOU LIKE TO TALK FOR HOURS, JUST GO AHEAD NOW! (:
*

I studied today!
Somebody give that girl a prize!

You give me something to sleep to

*One noteworthy thing: I cut my hair.

The tractor, lorry and leech went out with the Dancing Llama on saturday!

Darooo: Did you see that show? Like...small man or something.
Clara: Little man you mean.

We rushed around to places, were lazy and took a cab and..."danced".
We screamed about stupid things and came up with theories from what kind of coffee we drink.
And then we spent ages figuring out how to split the bill for dinner.

Ohhhhh, we had fun (:

*

Tommorrow is B35t135' birthday!
OOOOOH.
LEGO BAG!

It's my birthday in exactly 2 weeks.

Whispers hello, I miss you quite terribly

We were so busy being bored of the mediocrity that is life.
And then we get hit in the face by this.
I'm worried that this time we won't just scrape by, and get to sit and laugh about it later, like "Oh shit, that was close."
Please prove me wrong.

Are you even listening?

Or maybe we ARE all alone after all.

*
A random thought.
I have this sudden weird urge to wear heels.
Must be that article in National Geographic that I read.
Shoes are sexy.
But damn it, it's not like I need any more height.
*
Another random thought.
It's 19 days to my birthday.

Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel

I think I have been living in a happy bubble.
My happy bubble now has a big hole in it.

Give me some gum or a plaster or something.
Quick.


So what have we learnt today Taina!

*I need to show care and concern for people.
Yeah, I do feel for people when they tell me about the crappy stuff that's happening to them.
And I really want to help, but I don't know how.
And I kinda figured that words wouldn't really help any.
And if I go like "How are you doing? Are you okay?"
They'll be all " No duh, Taina. I feel like shit."
But I guess it matters. Nobody knows if you care unless you SHOW them that you do.
I think I'm a bit dense. *slaps forehead*
Really.

*I need to talk.
About things that actually matter.
Not about random shit that people don't really want to hear when stuff is serious.

*I now know that I appear to be devoid of normal human emotions.
It's weird.
Like if I get hurt, I don't expect anyone to care and be all "Are you okay?!"
But they do.
So I guess I need to do the same for other people.

*I need to come up with proper responses.
I do hear what people are saying.
But sometimes I get all, uh shit. What do I say now? Crappp, I must answer, quick.
So I come up with something weird like "I feel like eating bagels." or ...whatever.
Which is SO not the correct thing to say.

THINK. What would a normal person do?
And work from there.

*

I'm sorry I'm a bit neh.
NEHNEH AND LOUSY.

I'm going to try to do something about it, promise.

I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready

I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
*

"It's sandy." she complained, mulitiple times.
The b35t135 rolled their eyes.
"For god's sake, Clara, it's all your fault cause you cut your bloody jeans into the ugly shorts that they are."

And so the four of them had their retarded picnic on the breakwater.

ONE honey glazed chicken, ONE big bottle of Apple juice, ONE fried fish thing, ONE jar of peanut butter and chocolate swirly thing [the chocolate part is EW], 300g of picnic ham, ONE loaf of bread, ONE chocolate cake.

I reached into my bag and emerged with a fistful of plastic cutlery which Eva grabbed from Carrefour.
[ "Let's go, the woman EYY!-ed me!" ]

Egan apparently was the only one skilled at peeling the chicken.
We are a hopeless bunch of people.
I didn't dare touch the chicken after I nearly consumed what Egan informed me was the butt.
THE BUTT!

Roxygirl was super screamy yesterday.
I demonstrated how loud she can scream when you poke her.
[It's very loud]

It rained.
I guess the one thing we can be grateful about the IMF is that they had big huge tents built outside the Esplanade.
For god knows what reason.

Va and Ra were screaming that it was hot.
But then it was cold.
I swear I thought the whole tent was going to blow off.

The security guard hates us ):

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We were discussing in the library why Roxygirl felt the need to give Photo-smiles sometimes in pictures.

I'm glad I can say that I almost always give real smiles, if the picture requires it.

Just think of something funny that the person you're taking the picture with did with you!

I looked eeyer yesterday ):

Clara's photo-smile on display!

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All the shops were closing. And I felt like saying, screw the whole idea of going home.

I had twenty bucks. That could probably last me...3/4 of a day? Haha.

But I stayed quiet and you waited for the bus with me.

And I got on number 14 which brought me back.

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It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you