[emo trip: musical, sleepy. vagina's pumping out a red river.]
they got into trouble because they should. it was their fault anyway. if i wasnt feeling so moody i'd probably would have laughed. or even joined in for that matter. nevermind. i love the night. i love belonging to it. i love owning it. ah, just as if it's mine.
i wanted to watch monroe perform today but prior commitments have already been made.
i really dont know whether to be excited or not for tomorrow. im not sure what to expect but it should be okay for me, i think. black is my colour. so's blue and orange, uhuh uhuh.
it's on repeat. every week, every morning, when i wake up (trying to take the shape up). shouting in my ear, the entire block can hear. both of them shouting. sometimes at me, sometimes not. most of the time not, for im the good child. yes i am. but even i, the rule-abiding child cannot take this depressing dialouge on a dreadful mobius strip.
so what do you do? you go into the bathroom with your towel, turn on the shower, turn on the tap and just sit on the toilet bowl fully clothed, wishing for a cig although u dont smoke. the occasional unwanted tears dribble down your cheeks. you look around the suddenly cramped toilet looking for something to keep your mind off things, off the noisy shoutings outside. then you spot the blade and you contemplate. contemplate. the sink fills with water. contemplate. the sink overflows. contemplate. somehow the dripping soothes you. stop contemplating. and the Goddamned blade's forgotten. you bathe, you wash your face and you come out of your hiding place as if nothing happened. the end of a bad morning.
bought dreyer's ice cream choc cake flavour from ntuc. not bad, very very chocolatey. was a few coins short of buying ben&jerry's. wasted saturday in my opinion. but it passed just like another day so hello sunday.
icecream is on mind right now but my dad will prolly scream because of the absence of a halal sign, heh. i checked, okay, it's perfectly safe. but erm, you dont argue with my dad about these things that's one lesson learnt hard.
im quite happy coz they know. amidst all the nagging she was giving to my notsodear brother, she mentioned something about me, just when i was leaving the house. she knows. all this while i thought she didnt know, but she did. all those times when my childhood was sour, all the neglecting i got, all that unpampering, being the forgotten child, not getting anything i want.. she knew. im not sure whether to be glad or not. i'll just leave it as that.
icecream. all right, im fine.
scream versi hindustan how about that? about one of the worst remakes ive ever seen. stoopid title at that. weekends have such crappy shows. isnt now the time for the lazy masses to be at home, yes?
let's get away, go far away on an island.
let's be home free, and come with me.
50$ for a 2day 4 hour stint is actually not bad eh? especially since my mom's paying.
gonna get me some beads, and pants and beads and pants and a nice girlish top. im growing im growing and im flaunting everything i have oooooh weeee.
life is so different from school and i bet you'll agree.