She reads too much(especially slash hpfanfiction and foxtrot), writes instinctive poetry, lives by the law of procrastination,possesses the characteristic traits of a couch potato, occupies her time with swearing at Math's disharmony with her dysfunctional brain and craves dictatorship in the confines of her room where she plots to take over the world and turn all the humans into rabbits.
She doesn't like The Angst. The Angst is what happens when teenagers write bad poetry and listen to Hawthorne Heights and think they're deep. She used to like The Angst. She is older and wiser now.
And lastly, she supports gay rights, circumstancial choice-making and speaking in 3rd person tonalities.
sponsored supply of frappucinos
death by overeating of chocolate
archery license
steve guyger's latest album
france!
camera hood + 50mm macro lens
Canon E0S 40D
I am moving to LiveJournal – finally. Yes, I was deliberating hauling myself over about five months away but well you know…things get in the way (namely a particular characteristic trait called procrastination) and I wasn’t really very willing to part with a blog I have made my emotional cesspit for the past two years.
You probably forgot that yes, I do owe you a post. I can’t remember when we actually made the deal but I am guessing it was during C’Division when we were alternating between eating ourselves out of our wallets and cheering ourselves hoarse for our juniors. Besides, being dominantly slow when it comes to performing normally mundane tasks, I was in truth waiting for a photograph of yours which could go with the post. So nearly two months later (minus a photo) -
I still remember you from Secondary One. We weren’t lunch-buddy close but we had all those quaint nicknames for everyone on the team and a batch camaraderie I still consider unrivalled. Yours was Kiwi-Shake (I conveniently forgot mine of course) and it morphed into an awkward cheer of sorts,
“Kiwi Shake Kiwi Shake Kiwi Shaky Shaky Shake”
It sounds ridiculous right now – something an elementry kid would come up with in her sand pit. But then we found it stitch-inducing amusing. I suppose being in Secondary One gave us reason enough to indulge in the last vestiges of our childhood.
Secondary Two was better. I remembered you as the MEP prodigy – mind you anyone with an ability to tinker with a piano rank very high in my expectations seeing how I still remain musically illiterate. You always had a knowing smile. Death Note was a catalyst to our relationship of sorts. You did try teaching me the art of singling out Japanese people from locals – which I haven’t mastered yet. (AND NO L IS STILL BETTER LOOKING THAN LIGHT)
Secondary Three has been a whirlwind. Probe me, and I am unable to toss out any quotes from our conversations. There were far too many. The wayward accents we mimicked during training sessions, and your illustrious plans for an eating disorder clinic. I still remember a particularly disturbing MSN conversation in which we were squabbling over who was better looking – Mozart or Bach. I am assuming at that time we had temporarily lost our sanity and forgotten that the two men in question weren’t exactly visually pleasing – atleast not in the context of 20th century. Oh and those times in which we deliberated the sexuality of a certain SSS Bowler. We have been able to dredge up the most unorthodox of topics and turn it into the most elaborate of discussion. It’s a sort of a talent really. Well, yes.
You have been a great friend, person etc. I still turn to your blog when I feel an innate urge to laugh. Oh and to those still un-introduced to the Kiwi, do not fall for the exterior she has perfected. She does look like the poster child for orthodox behavior but she’s so much more (in a good way obviously). If we ever do grow apart, you are welcome to whack me with a particularly blunt object on the head. And if I die, I am bequeathing my Rubik’s cube to you. You’re like my uh Rubik’s predecessor.
I still haven’t been able to take a full frontal picture of yours truly. But mind you, you can only elude my camera once. I would insert a nefarious laugh here but I suppose it is highly inappropriate for a dedication post to consist of any underlying threats -.-
As of know, I am battling a compulsive obsession with Facebook and frequent fits of post-exam excitements. Blogging is the last thing on my mind right now, because I realize I tend to blog when I am utterly desperate for an avenue to vent my frustrations or when something monumental occurs. Currently I am relatively happy with myself and the only major event going on in my very banal life is me getting cheap thrills out of computerized Mafia.
Perhaps after netball carnival.
- 50th post.
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