countdown is t minus 6 days

"What? I have 23 bird lectures to finish BY TODAY?"

I have decided to start taking more pictures. Of myself, of things around me, of whatever. Also, some blog resolutions post exams. I promise to blog at least 3 times a week. I want this back to what it used to be. Everybody's life has somehow transitioned onto Facebook, and now with twitter, micro-blogging is all the rage. And repeated photos on every social media platform possible. I think this may be the reason why my attention span may have dwindled to the width of a staple. Or staplet. You know those stapler bullets? I never know what they're really called. Wait a second...
Crisis averted!

But NO! I shall strive to resurrect this shit page with updates on my REAL life, with less emotional bullcrap. Looking back on previous entries is rather depressing. Oh poor me. How sad are those events that have panned out that I allowed to happen in the first place :''''''((((( NO ENOUGH OF THAT SHIT.

It is quite surprising that i've come to this realization while i'm actually feeling pretty shit with some sort of rogue cold bug I picked up (where could I possibly have picked it up from?!?! I haven't left the house in like 5 days!). Which explains why my lips are so shiny in the pictures, I am dehydrated like a prune so it was vaseline to rescue.

While yes there are things in my life that are not exactly ideal, there is a whole world of opportunity coming up in my life really, really soon, just over 6 months actually. So we must be forward-looking, yes?

As for this blog, I can't say i'm as hardworking as I used to be with pictures and all but I'll try to build it back up to that as close as I possibly can. There are so  many new things happening in my life that I haven't even talked about! Like my decision  to dye my hair some fucking crazy red.

Give it time... it's a DIY job but i'll get there. So far I have only done the underside of my hair because I was fairly confident i'd botch it up. Even the hairdresser I asked for advice at Werribee Plaza was so concerned about the results that he gave me his namecard.

Even if I did botch it up, I wouldn't go to a salon cos I can't afford it. Also I dyed my hair with red box-dye (the supermarket kind) and it was alright at the start but my stubborn Asian hair only gave it a bit of a tint. With all the beach trips this semester and over summer I really couldn't be bothered taking care of it, so it faded to a coppery-brown sort of colour. But dyeing it on impulse months ago has proved to be such a mistake now that I want to dye it a crazy red. So only the underside so far because I ran out of money this month. A new month is coming up and it will be round 2... I hope to go back to Singapore with red hair :D

In other news, David 'Coops' Cooper Scooper will be making his tall appearance in my motherland of short hobbit folk very shortly. Granted, he still does not have a passport or a ticket but trust is really all you need right? I trust him with everything else so it's all good. Let it be said here that if it does not happen he will have hell to pay HEHEHE :F I don't really know what that face means.

Also I have lost some weight despite winter quickly approaching. I am quite pleased with myself, it required a bit of discipline and eliminating all the bad options. Everything in moderation. Lessons learnt, if I predict I am going to demolish that 200g Cadbury Fruit and Nut block in one sitting (at my desk over about 4 hours), I will have to forgo at LEAST.. dinner.

Lastly, believe it or not, I have cut down smoking by approximately 86%. And maintained at this percentage for this whole semester!! It's crazy talk. I've come to realize I don't like the smell and feeling I get after a cigarette while sitting in a lecture theatre. I apologize to everyone who's had to sit near me/next to me after an inter-lecture smoke break. I can't believe people have just put up with it! I feel like a gross human being.

However, tackling my habit on a night out is going to be a monumental task and I will take it step by step.

Those are my little bits of news that might've been lost in time and space had I not written it down. Sure, i'll know my hair is red and i've cut down on smoking, through what, Facebook photos/statuses? Pfffff no thanks!

Alright 23 bird lectures! Your ass is grass!

sentiment

So I am a sentimental person. I love all the memories I have and treasure all of them, regardless with who or what went down. I do not understand why sentiment is such a bad thing to have when it's about good things. We're not living in times of war that we have to let go sentiment to get along. So what if things didn't work out between people? And i'm not just talking about relationships, but just everything in life in general.

Is it so bad to remember the good in life?

I don't wish to revisit those memories, they are just a stepping stone to creating bigger, better memories.

Maybe it's because I have set the bar so high for myself that I am sad because nothing is exciting anymore. Is this growing up? It fucking sucks balls. 

Story of my life with David.

horse head part deux

The photos that didn't make the cut;

Yay or neigh?



Crunchy.


Horse mask smells like condoms.


Hmm yes... That case of anal furunculosis is rather curious...


This is me dancing to 90s music.

Holy shit man 1 post on Facebook and this blog gets a bajillion hits? Do that many people want to see me impersonate a snail? Hahaha. Do you feel you know me better/more intricately now? Who would've thought I was a steaming pile of emo eh? In my defense, I am not for the most part when you see me. This blog just became an outlet for all that when I stopped updating frequently enough and people stopped reading. But hey! Now I have an actual reason to post something substantial for once. Let's see how that goes eh? :D

if you have to go please go lightly

So this is me trying to hide from the world. Actually, this is me fooling around wasting time avoiding learning the reasons why a dog/cat regurgitates.

Didn't really work so well.


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And one more, in case you forgot what I actually look like, non-existent reader.

the city's only a 30 minute car ride away

I have found so little joy in living out here the past 5 months. I truly hate it. I have fallen into a deep dark abyss of online shopping - there are 3 things out there in postage world that I have yet to receive, it used to be 6. It is possibly the only thing I look forward to nowadays, a package in the mail. My ears have been fine-tuned to the sound of the postman's little postie bike as he zips from box to box. And the view of the postbox from my room is perfect.

Also, my rather large bedroom window faces mainly the driveway of our house, and of Yarrabee Dr. Everytime a car passes I look out the window without fail as if I were expecting a special guest. I always wish it's a blue Subaru wagon. Even though David lives a 5 minute drive away I feel the loneliest I have ever been this year. I suppose this is study depression. But I don't think it's study, I am pretty sure I will do the study that needs doing and I will pass all my exams (with mandatory freaking out about failing included). I think this is just the beginnings of depression in general.

This has become a recurring theme a few weeks from exams, every single semester. every year. The number of blog posts seems to correlate with the level of shit I feel like i'm in.

3 WEEKS TO EXAMS.
9 EXAMS SQUEEZED INTO TWO WEEKS.
5 WEEKS TILL I AM HOME.. Till I can refill my happy meters. 

tired

Give selflessly and don't expect anything back.

I give, I open my heart, I share my life with the people around me and it gets tiring when it is just a one way street. I am drained and exhausted and fed-up.

It is becoming rather scary because I am becoming an irritable, annoyed person nowadays. 

Going back to Singapore for 4 weeks couldn't come sooner. Bring me home to the faces I know and love and even if they hardly miss me, it's a nice feeling anyway. 

that time of the year again

You're lost little girl 
You're lost little girl 
You're lost 
Tell me who 
Are you? 

I think that you know what to do 
Impossible? Yes, but it's true 
I think that you know what to do, yeah 
I'm sure that you know what to do