gearing up

25degrees celsius
fluffy robe with giant pink polka dots
tumbler to stave off the sore throat
kidnapped box of butter cookies
fanfiction to keep me awake
michael jackson on repeat

who knew so much preparation went into writing WRs.

this is 501

tumorigenesis

shoe problems; begone!

oh dear.

we've come to the conclusion

tired.
like really tired.
but its a pleasant physical tired.
i just want to sleep.
wish i didn't have thing-that-must-not-be-named tomorrow.
should start on it soon, so much to memorise T.T

into the gloom

i've been spending most of my time reading fanfic and playing the set of tap fish/ranch/bird/zombiefarm games. obviously not a good idea, except for the fanfic, but i really just don't want to do anything that comes within range of plausible intellectual-ness.

i just want to... skip school. sigh.

life was so much easier when girls didn't have to go to school. not that i'm against the empowered female and the whole feminism thingamabob, but the annoying power and responsibility thing comes into play and damnit i just want to be irresponsible; irrational, anything really. i'm not meant to be a student/academic, i just want to bum around :(

math tmr is a gone case :/
econs tutorial... screw it.
looking forward to cca, hopefully not too much pt.
urgh my 3 suicides T.T

oh yeah first gen pokemon (L)

ah the memories~
watch the actual animated cartoon version here

yo mama so fat

my chair broke;
again.
-.-

crimes that were never defined

one of the best things about being young
is how our impulsiveness allows us to indulge in the now
and screw that far-away future;

that more than makes up for all the awkward stages.

tired of living like a blind man

ive had a lot of deep revelations and eye-opening insights recently, but since i'm not as dedicated as jo in maintaining a blog that's actually useful, i shan't bother to write about them.

on a shallow note, 3inch-high heels are starting to look really short.