(history = history! arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
oh, and i finally finished ootp after sleeping at 5am this morning. but why him???? it’s like alsjkflkjfdlgjhadjfkhjksdhfkjhasd; he was way and by far my favourite character in the entire series, carefree in his youth, haunted in his waning self under the moonlight (no, not lupin.) and things simply would not be the same without him.
(and i am hoping for a resurrection, because we do not know what exactly lies behind the arch. give me hope rowling.)
Ferrero Rocher: Your life may appear to others as
golden, but that is because you hide your
problems to them. You know that there are many
obstacles in the way, and this may make you
pessimistic, but are you have to do is simply
just to take the challenges in stride, for at
the end of it all, lies a deep satisfaction
that will let you know that it was worth it,
and it’ll make your life truly sweet after
that.
Life is like a box of chocolates…which one are you?
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(shhhh.)
hello risse,
(can i not give you oryx and crake? the one i got is so beautiful! (and cheap; whee! : p))
and today was really impulse shopping (and not planning to shop before telling myself not to think about it and hence call it impulse shopping). ah well. it was so satisfying. and guilt inducing. -_-
my god i sound like a bimbo!
Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge
of the Dreaming, all imagination and
creativity, everyone knows your beautiful
realm, but none truly understand it. You are
dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot of
time by yourself, just thinking. You are almost
as serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyone
is enchanted by you, but you keep them all at a
distance, even when you shouldn’t.
Which Endless are you?
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pop quiz: so how is the real pak really like?
brilliant(ly)stupidwilfulinsecurefoolishasmatureasacowandmore
reality check.
and today has been one and more.
——————-
i never expected to see you today; (and you and you)it’s been such a long time since we met. and in the brief moments that flashed by my life was brought into perspective. it had already begun in the afternoon, with matthew reminding me and telling me that superficiality wasn’t as it seems, that beauty lay within the soul and not just outside; and somehow, i couldn’t bring that belief that physical beauty as an incandescent transient object is meant to be appreciated out of my mouth.
i would later foolishly spend $3.53 on a packet of cup noodle (why? impulse that isn’t really wise.) for dinner because i do not want to eat the food down my place because they are dull and boring (as i am dull and boring) and would instead board a bus that would take me to my favourite eatery but i would not have enough money for it.
the abject irony.
and it is on the long walk home that i would wonder whatever made me behave the way i was; it certainly is not pretty, nor mature nor elegant nor any of those terms; i’m wilful and stubborn and narrow minded, things at which i will scoff at and laugh.
(has my life been such a farce?)
and it is a depressing sight when you see seniors reuniting for one last time for their a level results and after collecting those damned slips of paper, go their own separate ways without even bidding goodbye to one another, classmates of 2 years; surely there has to be sentiments more than that? it’s such a gloriously screwed up system, where ns forces you to go in as soon as possible, without being able to be with your friends for a day or two after the horrors of 12 years of education system.
fuck it.
(and i inadverntly wonder, what will happen to me next year when it’s my turn collecting the results.)
and to cap it off, i got an a2 for my chinese. just how many goddamned a2s am i supposed to get in my life? eff it.
ICE is your chinese symbol!
What Chinese Symbol Are You?
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ok. so now i am a cold frigid bastard just because my favourite colour is crystal blue? ah well.
but you aren’t the one are you?
(but i wished you were. i really do.)
i dream of the green rolling pastures in the wind; of the deep blue sky with no clouds in it with nothing but blue and blue; of deep dark eternal darkness with stars hanging solitarily in the jet blackness of it all, and i dream of the crystal blue waters of the mediterranean, clear and unadultered in its purity (ersatz wise).
i wish you will be the one, i really do.
you are “the perks of being a wallflower”
by stephen chbosky.
which amazing piece of literature are you?
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the wallflowers!
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