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.Wednesday, June 10, 2009 ' 9:29 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.

oh my.
it's been a hecticlykshyt holiday so farrr. that's: hectic-lyk-shyt btway(: anyhoos; i gotta count this hmmmm. ohkay so from the start of holidays till today i've only slept in my bed 4 times.
whoa. O:
ohkay. i hadn't realised. that just means i got losta catching up to do): but the cap camp bed doesnt really count for a bed; im gonna bring bedsheets if i ever return to that dinghy place. grahh. anyway; the hecticlykshyt week continues! andshucks; i don't wanna go for training): but ohkay; you didnt hear me say that O:
well-o; i can just see it already; how the not-quite-holidays-cause-of-the-crapload-of-homework holidays will simply fly flyyy fly by. like, seriously. i think the twentyfour hours are getting shorter and shorter. that's like why our weeks are getting shorter and shorter. i think. someday it'll be so short that we can't sleep cause' closing our eyes will make us lose sight of the world for some precious hours. no shit.
i mean, seriously. the not-quite-holidays-cause-of-the-crapload-of-homework holidays are only like, four weeks. and two weeks' gone by. almost. not to mention i was only home for the night 4 times. that's a lotta time gone without me getting started on any of the crapload of homework. gahh. i;m starting to think that the dude who said that life's short and we shouldnt waste our time sleeping makes a shytload of sense. oh. oh yep. i see the light now.
but whatever. i'm still gonna get my sleep. if you must know; something about sleep eludes me. ok so every night we fall into bed right? and we drift off to sleep. but have you ever noticed that during the period of sleeeeeep; time halts; or fastforward or whatever. it's almost as if it's a blink. when you open your eyes; its morning; the birds's chirping; the coffee's roasting; the sunlight's streaming; the mommie's screaming. that YOU GET YOUR ARSE OUTTA BED NOW! thingamabob.
but thats beside the point. my point is; that when you fall asleep; you don't actually feel the hours pass by; its almost as if; once you sleep; a buncha seconds later when you open your eyes; it's morning O:
but okay nevermind.
i don't know whut i should go and do now.
but hohkay. that's all i have to lament about; not without a list though(:
man; i love lists.

to-do for the not-quite-holidays-cause-of-the-crapload-of-homework holidays
  1. said crapload of homework
  2. crapload of homework- there's so mucho i need to use two pointers.
  3. catch up with mah pillow- dang sweetie; i missed ya' ):
  4. skydiving (optional)
  5. watch the four hecticlykshyt weeks fly by- zipppp!
  6. do stuff i never really got around to doing during schooltime :/ stuff like:
  • mucking.
  • doping.
  • slinking.
  • ticking.
  • mope-ing.
  • pluping.
  • dooping.
  • teaping.
  • blobing

7. at least go for some training dates. well. why does it have to be so bloody far away. far far away.

8. eat some birthday cake. i like birthdaycakes.

  • note to self: it doesnt have to be mine. maybe jane's/john's/dick's/harry's. as long as it's birthday cake.

9. to be confirmed.

10. to be confirmed.

11. to be confirmed.

12. to be confirmed.

13. to be confirmed.

14. to be confirmed.

15. to be confirmed.

16. to be confirmed.

17. to be confirmed.

18. to be confirmed.

19. to be confirmed.

20. to be confirmed.

this is getting awfully pointless and stupid. i shall just end here. go sleep all of you reading this. even though sleep passes by in a blink; and even though the days are getting shorter and sleep wastes precious daylight.
but sleep is good. almost as good as birthday cake. but not quite. i said 'almost. not quite really. birthday cake's the top-o' my I ♥ STUFF followed by-
ohhey!let's make a list((: btway; please refrain from pointing out that the title doesnt make any sense. things like this make me pissy. (the pointing-out-that-the-title-does-not-make-any-sense thing; not the title. oh. whatever)


I ♥ STUFF

1. Birthday cake! anyone's, really.

2. Pillow& bed. MINE.

3. skydiving. because it's reckless& shitlessscary.

4. teddaye cookies& timtams(: it's cookie. imma cookieholic. cookies are my life. i live around cookies. u get the drift.

5. beaches(: cause i like sand. and i like sea. and ohmy; it oh-so-conveniently combines both. i'll be damned. aint it awesome(:

6. smileys. seriously. if you know me; you know i like love smileys(: -which by the way don't count as punctuation.

7. chocolate (are a gal's best friend). it could be 1st if it tried real hard, you know.(:

8. hotels. it's like, a vice. but only the swanky- polished marble floor -carpeted corridors -soft fluffy towels ones(:

9. fresh bright blobs of paint. you have to be a gina to understand this so don't push it(:

10.brrrrrrrright cute shoes. btway between you&me i love trying on unpractical cuteshoes. bowties ribbons bright spunkaye colours; hyperventilation*(: (:

well. it's subjected to change. maybe cookies will be first tomorrow. maybe chocolate. maybe cuteshoes. hunh. i'm totally dead beat. like, drained.maybe i oughta' hit the sheets (oh look! rhymey!).

awesome. it's like a country song. maybe it'll be in my debut album- the one i'm gonna release. the one called MILKTEA AND MARIGOLDS. 'hit the sheets' might be on the playlist. well. you learn somethin' new everyday(:

goodnight; world! (:



oh baby, fly me to paris tonight.








WHO, ME?;
GINA
15

hullo,
most days, there isn't a rain cloud.
really.
i dissect myself here, sometimes.
and i usually do strange things to my correction tapes.
i would be fulfilling all my childhood dreams now,
if i hadn't forgotten all of them.
i'm afraid of many, many things
but i'm not afraid to be afraid of them.
i have a nose, a mouth and two eyes.
but of course, this is the internet.
i could be an anorexic penguin or something and nobody would even know.

take everything with a pinch of salt
(and a slight dash of sugar).




!SCREAM OUT.Y

yada yada yada. oncemore.


WHO, ME?Y

hello nice to meet you too :D


ooh; funky.

` i am sweet &and sour fourteen. and i want to be twentyone. but im okay with fourteen too.sorta.(:

` singlicious(: but unavailable. ><

` RSSIAN ;SIXONE07 .DHS.TWOIDYLLA.

` i don't post often unless i'm on a roll. but you didnt have to know that

` i moodswing like any other girl; but my moodswings are really, swinging.

` i love ferb. and oliver james. and channing tatum. one has green hair; the other two don't. O:

` my future is ZOMG™. or at least i seriously hope so.

` somethin' bout me-i absolutely adore chickflicks& chicklits.
those who don't believe in love&happyendings can go boil their tawny little heads.

` i hate posting about my day.

` i hate (too) posting about trips in day one, day two, day three formats.

` i secretly want a pure breed pony like any other girl. sorta.

` i love lists/listing. except when it comes to life. unpredictable is my middle name. among many others.

` i hate waiting in line.

` i love it when my turn in the line comes. especially if i'm buying food.

` chocolate is my middle name, my life and my substitube for just about anything. no shit.

` candy is mediocre. sweet stuff and what not. (chocolate doesnt count as candy.)

` next year i'll be fifteen. taylor swift sang about that before. O:

` when i'm sixteeeen, i can swipe my card at the dudes infront of the theater for nc16 shows(: sweet!

` i hate watching movies online but i do it anyway. desperation drives a girl forth.

` gachk. i'm not usually that desperate. it must be some good show, hunh.

` smileys are an absolutely must. and they do not count as punctuation sheesh.

` tiaras and toppings- a must if i ever become royal.

` i am. kinda. teehees.

` writing is my middle name. creative arts and what nots.

` colours maketh a woman so if you have a thing against them, steer clear!

` tatty teddy's aweseomly cute. all abandoned bears should end up like him.

` i don't have a favourite colour; unless pen-colour determines so; pink&purple wins hands down

` someday i will fall in love. do not laugh; it is very unfunny.

` and yes, i often burst out into song.

` i bounce around alot; gravity can't keep me dooooown!

` the pen is invariably mightier than the sword.

` i habour the ability to blast your brains over the floor but i practice regular self control.
most of the times.

` i am not-so-secretly in love with whipped cream. i lick that stuff when no one is looking/ infront of the whole world. who gives a shit, really?

` i love the way you blend dairy products and chocolate bits and cream into awesome double chocolate frappes.

` i crave for doublecheese burgers once every week. at situated times.

` i am a romance writer in the making. sorta.
for those who don't believe in love- i hope you fall head over heels one day and i'll be there to say 'i told you so.' *snarl*

` happyendings are usually overrated.
but not entirely impossible.

` a perfect guy, on the other hand; drat what are the odds?

` with music, comes dancing. or at least embarrasing, futile attempts that will not see the light of day(:

` with dancing, comes crazy, bubbled up giggling. but pretend i didnt say anything.

` i feel woozy and slurred after i pop small triangular pink pills. just so you know.

` maybe i'll even go blond someday.

` sometimes my life is a bad sitcom. mismatched ironies; cliches and what nots.

` i don't drink cooler/bottled mineral water unless absolutely necessary.

` i devour books. and i'm never truly full.

` correction tapes too. there never seem to be enough for me graah.

` i have a thing for skinnyties(:

` i love anything in mini/bite-sized; most of the times.

` i find myself subconsciously owning a heckload of red objects. heaven knows why O:

` i adore late night talks with special people.

` i honestly can't give good advice and everything i predict screws up/ doesn't come true. you have been warned.

` i love walking&talking. long dreamy stretches that edge on forever.

` i can't stand cryptic people but i love being cryptic.

well,
i dance in the shower and sing in the rain; i twirl around people and run towards food; fall head over heels for anything particularly cute with a smart mouth; and eat hotdog buns before the actual hotdogs. i have an overactive imagination and crazy action-packed dreams.
i hate using umbrellas and got tangled up in a disposible raincoat once.
my spelling is screwed up.
cucumbers and celery are exceptionally unappealing.
i never wanted to be a disney princess when i was young. still don't.
when i'm crazy about somethin' i go all out.
i'm only organized for certain things.
i will absolutely not tell you who the posters in my room are of.
i have a thing against floral prints
i do alot of nuts& bolts when i'm alone(:
i'm abit freaked by cats.
i have a thing for ribbons;
piano is my other profession.
i have a thing for black.
i eat tomatoes& apples whole& raw.
i can't recite the alphabet backwards since i'm struggling with forward already.
i'm half-nocturnal. sometimes full.
i love doodling. it's my part-time occupation.
daydreaming would be the full-time one.
i can't ever remember my dreams at all and half the time it annoys the shyt out of me.
i can't learn languages. seriously.
i get into heated arguments/ name-calling with the voice in my head. usually cranky snapping on my part :X
i cannot watch horror films. so sue me.
i love tracing paper and sketchy markers.
i am not quite so fragile-.-
there are two sides of me; the other only some has seen(:
i am truly not all glitter and rainbows.
i am a sucker for romance and what nots.
my evil twin runs loose somewhere.
so whatever it is; it's probably her fault.
i am me.
i'm kinda side to side. fickle and cranky one hour; happy and intoxicated the next.
the weight of the world is never on my shoulders.
it doesn't take much to blow me away;
but it takes a lifetime to comprehend me.
even for myself.
;/ especially for myself.
` i do alot of crazy shit.


but you know; it's a phrase. we'll grow out of it, they say. it'll pass eventually and they will all grow up, people say. but,.
a phrase? maybe.
what if these are the best part of our lives?
people come and go and be judgmental about a lot of things; but it's not a phrase, this time.
it's just me and you.
against the world.
life is so very short and should be wasted on chocolate and good books.
sing in the shower
and dance in the rain.
occasionally;
break the rules and bring down the house!
ohyes, we rule the world; phrase or not.

this ain't entirely a phrase; this is just us.
who we are.
may the memories never end.
not in this lifetime.
or the next.



FOR TEENAGERS WHO WILL LIVE ON AND ON!
>toast<
` and yes; we're forever

DOORWAY TO NARNIA;Y

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