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.Thursday, July 9, 2009 ' 9:01 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.

ploobie poo. just dropped by for a quickie. you know, a quickie- sorta blog post; and by quickie, i don't mean those kind of office-quickies where you duck into the hall closet for a coupla minutes and stumble out together with another subject- with rumpled shirts and rearranged underwear.
right;
so anyways, thought i'd just rant a little about whutsup before continuing on my merryway. (:
merryway- hardyharhar. the irony gods must be rolling on the floor. (i heard this line somewhere before. cute aint it.) there is absolutely nothing- i assure you; nothing merry about my nights. homework, studying, piano and whutnots. so much for the late night, stereo-blasting, tenquila-shots, shimmy-ing bodies, glitzy outfits, disco-colours partays.
anyway/
anyone know any good places to pick-up a couple of inspirations? grah i make it sound like something that can be bought off a hypermart or a cute little cart shoppie or a high-end boutique. oh save our souls; if only it were that easy. inspiration is some funny shit. it comes at times when you least expect it and not to mention; when it is awfully inconvenient. whut, did they think i carried a cute little pink fluffly notebook with me everywhere to jot down the ideas? heck no. not really. at least not fluffly. and not pink. no scratch that. i'm pretty ok with pink. in fact, subconsciously, when i go pen-shopping; i head straight for the pinks. unknowingly. freaky, isn't it./
but that's beside my point- i'm basically sayin' that i feel like a washcloth. after you wet it and scrub it around, you will wring it.
i feel like i have been wringed.
my mind feels like a giant blob of purple jello. jello because i'm hungry and purple because it seemed like an appropriate colour for gelatine snacks(:
so yeah; i feel wringed like a washcloth. or perhaps another analogy would be.. shrivelled up? like a cell under osmosis/diffusion. sorry; that topic's bloody rusty. but somethin' around the lines of higher concentration to lower concentration? and the cell becomes shrivelled up and dry?
uhhhuh. i feel your pain. metaphorically. cause' if my brain really shrivelled up it would be not so cool. downright disturbing. would i even be here blogging about it? hardly. i'd probably be wasting away in some gurgled-up after effects of champagne. or something something. O:
inspiration hath mysteriously slinked away into the moonlight.
dammit.
yeah i know lammenting solves nothing. but people do it anyway- just to get it out, you know? clear your system/head.
ohkay. i shouldnt even be blogging. not when rs is due tomorrow. rawrr i hate deadlines. just knock out the lights in me and dance over my body.
exactly. i should be working my tushy off in attempts to churn out a goooooood report. yesyes. maybe i'll blog more when i don't have deadlines to meet. you know. screw them deadlines; it's like a very bad scam to make us jumpy and irritable.
well. it's workin'.
i mean, not the irritable part. i feel absolutely mellow right now, i assure you. oh and i'm friends with an anti-conformist! how cool is that(; he totally promised not to go on strike around the castle. that's whut really matters, right? come to think of it; it'd be sorta cool to have people marchin' around the castle with signboards and drums and chants and pitchforks. hehhe(: i wonder if i'm gonna have that typical white picket fence, domesticated sort of wedding. or something adrenaline churning; like cliff-diving on weekends, hang-gliding on odd days, rock climbing on even days and storm-chasing on every day inbetween (when there's a storm, du-uh.)
woow. our kids could totally grow up in the mountains. himalayas or something. like logan/wolverine's cushy cabin up in the woods(: kinda sweet. waking up to fresh pine air; curling up to logs and fireplaces, poaching bears and stuff.
i draw the line at eating animals fresh from the woods unless it is absolutely the last edible item on the planet. how do you eat something after you get acquainted with it? like, the grizzly bear has a red collar that reads Fiji; and you know he's Fiji the bear. so how can you roast him o'er an open fire with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme? wouldn't you feel like you know him?
but you know; just speculating.
so yep. but of course, the other option of a normal, domesticated wedding still stands. thankfully, there isnt no rushing deadline and i have a buncha years to think it through.
ohcrapdip.
it just occured to me that i need a husband to fufill the requirements of marriage. aah ok. i'm off to find me a potential husband.
no just kidding;
more like, i'm off to complete my rs report.
droll. i need a major adrenaline rush. or maybe just inspiration. gimme a little of both. okay potential-husband-manhunt must be put on hold until i finish my rs report.
hardyharhar.








oh baby, wouldn't the skies open up and cry for you?







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
TPPPPP(:
HANNAH(:
ONEIDYLLA♥
SIXONE07♥
JQ (:
REENA(:
MIKOO(:
RACHEL(:
CANDICEE(:
AMANDA.w (:.
SEEHIAN(:
BRENDAN(:
YULIAN(:
JOEY(:
SIQI(:
WEILUN(:
MEILIN (:
ZHIXIANN(:
L.SIHUI(:
ISAAC(:

tad messy. i'll arrange the dudes&dudettes next time O:


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