don't expect anything intelligent

2009-06-11T10:32:00.000+08:00

I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
For anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind.

- Corinne Bailey Rae, Like a Star

2009-05-19T02:10:00.000+08:00

10 Things I Like About My Girlfriend

1. The way she holds onto/strokes/squeezes my arms.

2. The way she nuzzles my neck.

3. The fact that she is genuinely,truly well meaning.

4. Her armpits.

5. Her giving nature.

6. Her kisses.

7. The fact that she is gorgeous.

8. The fact that she accepts my apologies.

9. Her tush.

10. Her love for me.

(Dated 17 July 2007)

Prayer of St Francis

2009-03-01T00:48:00.001+08:00

Lord make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.

O divine master grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love
For it is in giving that we receive-
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen

2009-01-06T00:00:00.002+08:00

While you were gone I did my nails.

I had 3 cookies and I drank some milk.

I'm working towards learning to walk on my own two feet without something to hold on to. I've done this before, so it won't be too hard. This time it's better because I know you'll be nearby to catch me if I stumble.

I just can't be leaning. Not like I used to.

All I want for Christmas...

2008-12-21T14:43:00.002+08:00

1. Make up
- Studiofix
- Concealer
- MAC Mineralize Eye Shadow Trio in Threesome
- MAC Mineralize Eye Shadow Duo in Family Silver
- MAC Clear Lipglass

2. Books
- Breaking DAwn by Stephanie Meyer
- Tales of Beedle the Bard by JK Rowling

3. Technology
- The new MacBook (13 inch)
- iPod Touch 16GB
- Nokia E71

4. Music
- Good Girl Gone Bad Reloaded by Rihanna
- Fearless by Taylor Swift

so what?

2008-11-18T22:57:00.002+08:00

so you dreamt about her again. about her being everything you're not.
so you woke up angry and hurt and pained and scared out of your mind.
so your day started out bad.
so what?
it was just a dream.

so you got a disappointing grade. for a paper you worked you ass off on.
so you're worried about what that says about your other grades.
so what?
get over it.

so you lost one of you earrings. one of your favourite pair that you kept for days when you needed a pick-me-up, a shot of colour.
so what?
you'll get a new pair and those will become your favourite.

so you had a bad day. where everything sucked no one rescued you.
so what?
tomorrow's a new one. (and you made it through this one didn't you?)

2008-10-02T11:05:00.000+08:00

Feels like I have always known you
And I swear I dreamt about you
All those endless nights I was alone
It's like I've spent forever searching
Now I know that it was worth it
With you it feels like I am finally home

Falling head over heels
Thought I knew how it feels
But with you it's like the first day of my life

Cuz you leave me speechless
When you talk to me
You leave me breathless
The way you look at me
You manage to disarm me
My soul is shining through
Can't help but surrender
My everything to you

I thought I could resist you
I thought that I was strong
Somehow you were different from what I've known
I didn't see you coming
You took me by surprise and
You stole my heart before I could say no

Falling head over heels
Thought I knew how it feels
But with you it's like the first day of my life

You leave me speechless
When you talk to me
You leave me breathless
The way you look at me
You manage to disarm me
My soul is shining through
I can't help but surrender
Oh no
My everything to you

You leave me speechless
(the way you smile, the way you touch my face)
You leave me breathless
(it's something that you do I can't explain)
I run a million miles just to hear you say my name
Baby

You leave me speechless
You leave me breathless
The way you look at me
You manage to disarm me
My soul is shining through
I can't help but surrender
My everything to you

- Speechless, The Veronicas

2008-09-03T23:39:00.000+08:00

"You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it".

Spike, "Lover's Walk"

Chapter 2

2008-07-21T22:51:00.002+08:00

I love the way you say the word "message" sometimes because you sound like a little boy who needs to be taken care of, which is nice because you always take care of me and I like to think that sometimes You need Me.

I love that we are each others' best friend and we tell each other everything without fear of judgments or repercussions. You are the best friend I've ever had.

I like how we've become staples in each others' lives. It's not just you or just me anymore. We come together now.

I love how you make the effort to befriend my mum and my sister and I love that you're doing a good job at it. They seem to love you!

Even though I pretend not to, I love how you're super sweet and attentive when you've spent all day doing things without me. I'm usually sore from being lonely all day and I act like a spoilt brat, but you know just how to soothe me.

2008-06-29T14:22:00.002+08:00

I thought I'd take pictures of my latest batch.

These were sold to a customer. All 6 are Chocolate Chocolate Chip cupcakes with Vanilla Butter Cream Icing.

I made some extras for my family so I made different flavours. They tend to gobble them up so I didn't bother with elaborate patterns. The first 3 have Vanilla Butter Cream, then Orange, Strawberry and lastly, Peanut Butter.

2008-05-27T21:22:00.003+08:00

Hello all!

I'm selling cupcakes!

Here's the deal:

Cupcake flavours are as follows:
- Vanilla
- Chocolate
- Vanilla Chocolate Chip
- Chocolate Chocolate Chip
- Cinnamon fruit
- Mixed-spice Raisin

Icing flavours are:
- Vanilla Butter Cream
- Chocolate Butter Cream
- Strawberry Butter Cream
- Orange Butter Cream
- Peanut Butter Cream
- Sweet Cheese
- Lemon Cheese
- Royal Icing

Prices:
6 cupcakes for $30 (minimum order per flavour)
12 cupcakes for $55

*Prices are inclusive of delivery.

I do simple patterns on the cupcakes (and this can be discussed so that they can be personalised).

A few of my past batches are shown below, just so that you have an idea.

For enquiries or orders, please email me at jasmine.paul@gmail.com. Orders have to be placed at least 3 days in advance.

I've been told that my cupcakes are the best so you won't regret it! :)

2008-04-27T01:26:00.003+08:00

I love how we make up random stories about random people or random things at random places and then be amused by them for the longest time. Remember Gopal our poor 147 friend? Or what about the little boy on the train? The one with the weight of the world on his shoulders? How about Socks and Bullet and Arrow?

I love how you love Maxie now and you ask about him and you want to know what his day was like. If he could understand it, I'm sure he'd be nicer to you.

I love how we talk like each other all the time now and don't even realise it. It's damn BARE.

I love how you say "WHEN we get married" in your everyday speech, like you KNOW it's going to happen and it's all just a matter of when. Kind of like when we say things like "WHEN I start working" or "WHEN I get old". Just one of those things that's meant to happen eventually.

2008-03-31T23:49:00.002+08:00

oh you psycho-stalker bitch you. always wanting what you can't have. always going to great lengths to get the things you crave.

always getting pushed away. (hahahahaha. you had that one coming! oh cmon! admit it!)

take the hint, why don't you?

you're the only crazed one around. no one likes you when you get that way, least of all him. what do you think you're being? sexy? seductive? sweet? the best lover in the world? don't kid yourself. it's not what he wants.

the way you act, you're much closer to being a slut. think about that!

and maybe try and behave. and be the lady you're meant to be. mature and grown up. you're not a 16-year-old horn-dog anymore you know? those days are long gone and you best start acting like it.

2008-03-08T12:57:00.003+08:00

it was another one of those nights.

got all excited and dressed up only to...

1. feel like a major crampy-pot.
2. have all the wrong people tell me i look gorgeous/hot/beautiful/wow/radiant (yes, someone said radiant).
3. be faced with how disgusting some people can be on the pretext of being drunk.
4. get almost felt up/felt up countless times either on purpose or "accidentally".
5. feel unsafe and unprotected.
6. not dance (ok, my own fault. i was not going to dance with anyone else and my conscience wouldn't allow me to put him through the pain. poor baby.)
7. want to leave halfway through the night.
8. feel unconnected and distanced (i suppose this is a good thing considering my complaints huh?).

ok, enough complaints.

i wanted last night and i should be grateful that i was out til late and saw my friends and i went home with my love.

i am.

2008-03-05T22:56:00.001+08:00

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

Ingrid Michaelson, Breakable

2008-01-11T03:12:00.000+08:00

Being strong all these years has made me weak. But I'd rather be weak and in your arms then not. I am no longer fighting for control.

You did not fall for my definition of me. You fell for your definition of me. I'm not sure what my definition of me is really. But if you're so sure then You must know, right? Should it scare me that you know me better than I know myself?

I feel slightly bruised. Like a peach!

I'll be better in the morning. And if, on the off chance, I don't, I'd be perfect poached with a side of vanilla ice-cream and raspberry puree.

2007-12-30T00:07:00.000+08:00

It's very easy to say that the past doesn't matter, isn't it? It's the right thing to say, the romantic thing, the chivalrous thing even.

I would never say it though. I know it matters. It matters to me for sure. I think about it all the time. I think about what brought me here, what brought you here, why We are here. I think about all of it, the good and the horrendously heart-wrenching. I thinkg about pasts that are notmine and maybe not even yours, but that have affected me. It all matters.

What irks me is the surety with which it is said that pasts do not matter. That the present and the future is all that counts. It sounds so good, so ideal. I'd love for that, simply because it would make things alot easier and a lot of people, not just me, a lot happier.

But it's not true is it?

So don't try and convince me that it is. Because silly silly me always ends up believing it and then getting hurt.

Even though I know much much Much better.

Don't get me wrong, I take the blame as well. My need to remember the past and worship the happy moments and relive them leaves me open to disappointment time and time again. It also makes life very difficult for the people who want to (even if they really cannot) leave the past behind.

Yeah, I find you as difficult to understand as you find me. So there.

2007-12-28T12:09:00.000+08:00

This song is Lovely.

http://perezhilton.com/?p=11092

2007-12-26T00:10:00.000+08:00

It does't feel like Christmas and I hate that. I walked out of my room (where I've spent all evening) and into the kitchen and it felt like any other night. That's not the way it's meant to be.

I see you trying to make me feel better. And I appreciate it. But as odd as it sounds, I feel like I owe it to myself to feel cranky.

These days are tiring me out. I know I have to stop expecting so much and then getting disappointed. But I just cannot help it sometimes.

What did I want from today? I wanted a few friends over during the day, then I wanted to get dressed and go out somewhere glamorous. Put on a dress and some heels, leave the house and get told I look ravishing. I wanted to meet friends, show off the new jewellery I just acquired, wish the people I know a Merry Christmas, have a few drinks, hold you close and watch other people make silly Christmas fools of themselves. I wanted to stay out til late and go home happy and high.

If ever there was a perfect time for this phrase, this is it:

BAH HUMBUG.

2007-11-05T00:23:00.000+08:00

I'm frustrated.

Incredibly.

I had so much to say. But there's no fucking point.

ARG.

2007-10-14T00:44:00.000+08:00

I fell for you then, 4 years ago, when we were still kids.

I fell for you when I didn't even know what love was.

Funny, isn't it?

2007-10-08T01:53:00.000+08:00

i kinda miss the lovey-dovey-can't-keep-my-hands-lips-skin-off-of-you-and-i-wanna-hold-you-all-day-every-day bit.

2007-10-02T01:13:00.000+08:00

Ok, sorry sorry!

One last thing!

Has anyone seen the trailer for the episode of CSI that's going to be shown on Channel 5 tomorrow? (Singapore!)

It's a remake of I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles and it's sung by some chick.

Does anyone know who it is? It sounds lovely!!

2007-10-02T01:03:00.000+08:00

Oh, yeah.

Not sure if anyone I know actually reads this, but just in case...

Filmings for Deal Or No Deal Season 2 have officially started. If you are interested in being an audience member, please be at Mediacorp reception at either 4pm (for the 4.30pm recording) or 7.30pm (for the 8pm recording) to collect your tickets (they're free!).

I apologise that I cannot get tickets for anyone. You will have to do it yourself. Please do not be late !

2007-10-02T00:07:00.001+08:00

Geez!

Whinge whinge whinge!

Whine whine whine!

For FUCK'S SAKE (as you would say)!!!

If you're having a shit day just fucking deal with it and stop insisting on bringing the rest of us down with you.

Tsk.

Ok, I'm going to settle some stuff now, but I just HAD to get that out!

2007-09-23T14:31:00.000+08:00

I'm not a fan of stupid people.

I'm not a fan of childish people.

I'm Really not a fan of stupid And childish people.

This post was meant to be up on Friday morning. A morning, as most of my friends will tell you, to Not piss me off. Some will even tell you to stay away from me altogether until I have come home from uni at a time when most sane people are just waking up, and I've had a nice, long nap.

On Friday mornings, I have a class at 8am. A class which ends at the ungodly hour of 8.45am. And that is my Only class for the day (Please don't ask me why I signed up for it. It's to do with filming schedules and my inherent need to please.). That means that I travel for about 3 hours for a 45min class.

Sucks. Much.

But the thing is, if that class wasn't painful to attend, I wouldn't hate waking up that early. I'm not So unreasonable as to be cranky simply to be cranky (Or so I'd like to think. I'm sure other people would say otherwise. You lot can shove it.).

The class is fine, and by "class" I refer to the tutor (Indian Masters student, knowledgeable, sincere and quite entertaining.), the content (I'm thoroughly taken in by this class. So taken in, in fact, that I considered specialising in this as opposed to PR for a while. But alas, I would require a substantial background in Law to actually do well in the field. And no, sponging off the boyfriend's knowledge wouldn't be enough, I've already considered it.) and even the setting (The classroom is a short walk from the bus stop and in close proximity to Coffee Club. It's also always at a perfect temperature. I hate being cold in the morning.).

I get pissed off on Fridays because of the idiot students I take the class with. God only knows what they are doing there. Half of them come to class late (The average time of arrival being about 8.20am) and the rest just sit there, dozing off. Oh for goodness sakes! If you can't keep your eyes open why bother coming??

I would like to add that I'm also not a fan of rude people.

Childishness and stupidity I suppose you could forgive. You can't help it if your brain isn't developed right?

But couldn't you have at least learnt some manners?

It's common sense!
1. Respect the people in authority. (If you really think they are wrong, wait until you can address the matter rivately with them, not in front of a whole class, most of whom are idiots like yourself.)
2. When someone is talking, shut the Fuck up and wait your turn.
3. Don't laugh at the way someone speaks because chances are, you can't string a sentence together to save your life.
4. Do your work! Especially if the lecturer tells you to during lecture and also sends out an announcement and an email reminding you to!
5. Participate and stop that wretched whining. I don't get it. We were Told we would have a quiz. We were Told it would be a Tiny percentage of our final grade. We were Told it would be based on our assignment. Why all the questions??
6. Ok, so the damn test is important, we've established that. You'd think that once that was settled you'd just shut up and do it right? No. You keep talking, asking for repetitions, even blantantly asking the TA for answers! You people are so fucking lucky I'm not a TA. I would have failed you lot in an instant. Idiots.

Ok, so I'm riled up. Bollocks. But seriously. Grow up! If you don't want to be there then don't! Stop killing it for the rest of us.

Ok, now that I'm done with that (I had to get it out because it's been bugging me since Friday. Every time something annoyed me I thought back to how pissed I was on Friday morning. I feel better now though, although, I still think that lot are a bunch of turds. Along with my Thursday morning class lot, who I really don't want to even get started on!)

I think I'll bake something today. I feel... domestic.

We'll see.

2007-09-16T23:22:00.000+08:00

So for the past few days I've been hearing a lot about you and what you've been up to, and I have to say, I'm disappointed at your behaviour.

But hey, then again, that's me and I'm unworthy of your friendship so I don't have a right to an opinion right?

2007-09-04T00:38:00.000+08:00

You're my highs and my lows.

2007-08-13T02:02:00.001+08:00

2007-07-29T00:44:00.000+08:00

tsk.

(i'd have made it bigger if i could.)

2007-07-19T00:27:00.001+08:00

I'm not too pleased with you at the moment. And that is the severest of understatements. You have No right to make me feel like this when I'm trying to be honest with you. I'm starting to think that you aren't as understanding or accepting as I thought you were. You're as hypocritical and narrow-minded as the rest of them and I find that, at the Very least, disappointing. I'm annoyed and hurt and disgusted, which is Not how I should be feeling right now.

At this moment, I hate being here.

2007-07-18T01:01:00.000+08:00

In the spirit of the whole Live Earth thing...

The Wind, One Brilliant Day

The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odour of jasmine.

"In return for the odour of my jasmine, I'd like all the odour of your roses."

"I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead."

"Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain"

The wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"

-Antonio Machado

2007-06-30T02:50:00.001+08:00

on that note, it won't be mentioned again.

goodnight.

2007-06-27T21:45:00.000+08:00

Beyonce - Flaws and All

2007-06-27T01:35:00.000+08:00

so what's the story, morning glory?

anything to run by me this glorious wednesday?

2007-06-26T01:07:00.000+08:00

You've got your ball,
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight, tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend?
Into your heart I'll beat again.
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock,
And sweet you roll.
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you.

Oh, and you come crash into me.
And I come into you
And I come into you.
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream.

Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so.
I'm bare-boned and crazy... for you.

Oh, and you come crash into me
Baby, and I come into you.
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream.

And if I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
To forgive me
In my haste
When I'm holding you so girl,
Close to me.

Oh and you come crash into me, yeah
Baby, and I come into you.
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me.
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show your world to me.
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream.

Oh, I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you.
You wear nothing, but you
Wear it so well.
Tied up and twisted,
The way I'd like to be.
For you, for me, come crash into me, baby
Come crash into me, yeah.

Crash into me...
Crash into me...
Crash into me...

You know, I'm the king of the castle,
And you're the dirty rascal, crash into me.
Please crash into me, baby...

Oh, no no no...
Yes,
I see the wave come and crash into me.
I See the wave come and crash into me.
Crash into me.

- Crash Into Me, Dave Matthews Band

I was just listening to this song a few days ago and then then tonight, lo and behold, Star Movies is showing Access Baggage. Loved the movie.

I wanted to be kidnapped by Benicio Del Toro after watching to movie. Yes, I understand that he was meant to be a bad guy. But he's so unnassuming and sincere in that role. Like Hugh Grant, in Most of his roles.

I love that in a man.

And I love this song.

(Do you love me like that?)

2007-06-24T14:41:00.000+08:00

Am I predator or prey?

I am not sure how to answer that. Maybe because I don't know myself well enough. Or maybe because I don't really want to know the answer.

Either way, it's an inneresting question, think you not?

2007-06-23T01:54:00.000+08:00

Not that anyone really cares, but I thought I should post an update on the life that is mine. (If nothing else, at least this will serve as a reminder of what I was doing at this time in my life.)

1. I officially have one more lesson to go before my TP. Officially. I'll probably book a few more for revision, but come the test date (which I will not mention, for fear of people stressing me out) , it'll be all me. I think I'm intrinsically fearful of the human race. There is no other explanation for my apprehension on the roads. I find it hard to trust that everyone will follow the rules and do what they are meant to. Even if they did, on the off chance that they don't, I'm not sure my reflexes will/can kick in the way they are meant/expected to.

This however, is probably just the fear of a new driver. I will get over it as every other person has. Bear with me.

2. I have signed up to participate in a research project at NUS. It's some Design School thing that tests the effects of environmental change on people and it will require me to do paperwork and other office tasks 2 days a week for 8 weeks. Sounded simple enough.

Signed up for it. Got it. Realised I have to be on campus at 8.30am twice a week (this means a 5.30am wake up). Rued the day I agreed to it. Slapped forehead in regret. Moved on.

At least I'm getting paid.

3. I'm experiencing a severe and unexpected lack of funds. I had thought that I had my holidays covered by my stint on DOND. But no...

Point number one has caused my bank account to deplete at alarming rates til I only have a pathetic amount at the moment. And in true bimbo/ brat fashion, all I have to say is "And I didn't even get to buy myself anything pretty!!!"

4. About DOND, I'm not sure if I'm doing season 2 yet. If you have no clue what I am talking about, good. You don't need to. If you do and you have been bugging me about it, this is for you.

STOP ASKING.

Ok, that's about it. Well, not really. My life is waaaay more exciting than I make it out to be. Really.

I'm just tired from all the hullabaloo of activity! Really!

I'm going to bed.

No, seriously! I kid you not!

(MTV plays old songs in the middle of the night. Well, not old old. But old by today's kids standards. I like it. MLTR, Take That, Blessid Union of Souls and all! I like.)

2007-06-19T00:40:00.001+08:00

Aloysius Snuffleupagus aka Snuffy

(if only they could see you the way i do.)

2007-05-21T22:59:00.000+08:00

Don't worry about me.

I don't have my heart set on you. Not anymore, at least.

I know it's only a matter of time before you leave again.

2007-05-21T00:50:00.000+08:00

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing

But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
- Book Of Love, Peter Gabriel

2007-05-18T02:12:00.000+08:00

Goodness Gracious Me!

-bursts into laughter and falls off chair.

2007-05-17T02:23:00.000+08:00

I remember a few weeks ago, while my mum was out of town, I had to drag my exhausted butt out of my bed at 5.15am in the morning to go for an exam. I go to have a shower, and I am greeted by a cockroach in the loo. Like a small child, I tiptoe to my parents' room where my dad is changing for work and whimper "Papa...Paata..." (yeah, cockroach in Malayalam.). I have never seen anyone spring into action so quick. He grabs a newspaper without any other question, charges into the bathroom, smacks the bugger and flushes it.

Then he comes out, like nothing happened, pats me on the shoulder and says that it's all ok now.

My hero.

(And to you who killed that roach at my request, you're my hero too.)

2007-05-14T23:37:00.000+08:00

Ok, so in my hours and hours of free time, I've been listening to my music (not My music, per se, but the songs on my iTunes/iPod) and I have grown passionate about some songs for various reasons. Doesn't matter what those reasons are, I think (if it really matters to you, please feel free to ask me).

and in this crazy life
and through these crazy times
it's you
it's you
you make me sing
you're every line
you're every word
you're everything
- Everything, Michael Buble

let's go to a place only lovers go
to a spot that we've never known
to the top of the clouds we're floating away yeah
ooh, this feels so crazy
oh, this love is blazing
baby we're so high
walking on cloud 9
- So High, John Legend

you think i'd leave your side baby
you know me better than that
you think i'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
i wouldn't do that
- By Your Side, Sade

give it to me baby, nice and slow
climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
you ain't never heard a sound like this before
cause i ain't never put it down like this
- Candy Shop, 50cent

we'll fast forward to a few years later
and no one knows except the both of us
and i have honored your request for silence
and you've washed your hands clean of this
- Hands Clean, Alanis Morissette

all aboard!
the spontaneous express
never the less always the more
from the pool table to the kitchen floor
next stops the g spot... luda!
let me put a little bit of excite-ment
up in yo lifestyle
you gotta know the times of the essence
i'm talkin right now
i can get, get rid of that headache
what you doin tonight
some say that sex is overrated, but they just ain’t doin it right
i keeps it interestin baby just take them clothes off
i'll be yo tylenol just take me till you doze off
wake you up in the middle of the night and take you to another world
you'll wake up in the mornin feelin like another giiirl
- Unpredictable, Jamie Foxx feat Ludacris

i believe this is heaven to no one else but me
and i'll defend it long as
i can be left here to linger in silence
if i choose to
would you try to
understand?
- Elsewhere, Bethany Joy Lenz

i’m gonna dry my eyes
right after i had my
one last cry
- One Last Cry, Brian McKnight

wish I knew if i could
be the one that you would
love forever n' a day baby
and if there's a thing that you need
for you n' your blood i would bleed
- Whenever, Whereever, Whatever, Maxwell

hush my baby now
your talking is just noise and won't lay me down amongst
your toys in a room where i can take no more
- Closer, Joshua Radin

shortee i strickly wanna spank you,
the most i gotta do,
is spell my name to get your vicki's to your ankles,
i'm serious mami,
you fuckin with the kid,
a-k-a william h, period, bonny
you know i'm the type that be crushin and merkin
havin' ladies touchin the herkin, blushin and smirkin,
early in morning rushin for work and,
screamin, oh my, f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s,
each night i'm freakin,
and ma you ain't gonna talk me to death,
cuz you got free nights and weekends,
ghetto fab's all over the place,
oops, oh my there go my kids all over ya face,
oh my!
- Oops, Oh My, Tweet feat Fabolous

you're my survival, you're my living proof
my love is alive not dead
tell me that we belong together
dress it up with the trappings of love
i'll be captivated
i'll hang from your lips
- I'll Be, Edwin McCain

our memories
well, they can be inviting
but some are altogether
mighty frightening
as we die, both you and i
with my head in my hands
i sit and cry
- Don't Speak, No Doubt

Ok, I'm tired. But there are a Lot more songs where those came from, I assure you! I keep crooning along to those like there's no tomorrow. How sad am I right? But it's fun. Really! You should try it!

2007-05-11T02:08:00.000+08:00

i think the line was

i love you more than liz hurley.

funny huh?

smirk.

2007-05-07T19:43:00.000+08:00

The exams are all over. (Let's not dwell on the fact that it was the most terrible experience ever. I brought it on myself. Blah.)

Work is over. (Now here I had fun. The hours were long but they were a good experience. Now, as I have said before, for the aftermath. -cue menacing laughter-)

I think I'm supposed to be feeling much lighter and happier.

Give it time! Give it time! Geez! With the pushing! Tsk.

On my own time ok?

2007-04-23T00:26:00.000+08:00

Remember when you were little? And your mum brought you a treat every time she went to the market? Not anything too fancy, just something little, something that made you look forward to Saturday mornings because your dad would be working again and your brother and sister would be out with their friends. Saturday mornings were painful because you did not have the dramas of kindergarten to keep you occupied and your frog friends were snoozing. (They only came out to play in the afternoon when Mummy was napping and no one would hear them.)

Remember how you didn't really have to ask for these treats? They'd just come and they totally brightened up your day, and whatever it was (a chocolate bar, a box of candy...) you'd try and make it last all day, maybe even til Sunday of you could, just so that you had that special something that made you happy.

Remember what it was like when you started primary school and things changed? You were a big kid and big kids didn't get treats on Saturday mornings. You didn't want to ask because then it wouldn't be the same. There wouldn't be that element of surprise, that faint tinge of exciting romance and magic.

So you waited. Waited and hoped that the treats would one day come again. Without asking, without pressure. With that same romance and magic.

Wait til the magic finds its route.

2007-04-18T00:22:00.001+08:00

please stop talking to me about your boyfriends, your sweethearts who pick you up from work or school and whisk you away to dinner and then send you home to your doorstep. (oh, but of course, before they leave, they have a nice conversation with your mother about your dad's health and "don't worry, i'll pick her up next time she is late also, aunty!")

don't bother me with details about his favourite hairdo and his catchphrase and his collection of raoul shirts and his cute-ass habit of sending you msmes of various parts of his body when you miss them. (gag me gag me gag me.)

stop your chatter about his cute buns and how they are all yours (please, by all means, keep them!).

enough of the blow-by-blow commentaries on your dates and semi-dates and chill-out, make-out, make-LURVE sessions. (-covers her ears and hums a happy tune-)

it's like talking to paraplegics about what it feels like to run.

they knew what it was like. they miss it. but they can't anymore. that's that!

SO STOP FUCKING RUBBING IT IN!

(ah. much better! now, if you will excuse me, i have a life to drag my arse through. ta!)

2007-04-17T10:38:00.000+08:00

I would love to say that I can keep doing this forever.

But I really don't think I can.

And the way I see it, I'm not the one who has to make a choice.

I don't have one to make and I honestly don't want one, or see the prospects for one.

So it's all you, baby!

2007-04-09T22:53:00.000+08:00

2007-03-31T00:24:00.000+08:00

It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched. - George Gissing

2007-03-29T23:47:00.000+08:00

2007-03-28T02:02:00.000+08:00

Eddie Murphy Delirious

Bear and a rabbit were taking a shit in the woods. And the bear turns to the rabbit and says, "Excuse me, do you have problems with shit sticking to your fur?" And the rabbit says, "No." So the bear wiped his ass with the rabbit.

2007-03-26T01:12:00.000+08:00

Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free.

(I just heard the duet version by Jonathan Davis and Amy Lee, you see.)

2007-03-08T21:21:00.000+08:00

you used to fit like a lace gown
pearl buttons
a sash of ivory satin.
you made me beautiful
resplendent in my bliss.

now you're just a cheap leather dress
barely concealing my flaws
no buttons please
just a zip for the ease.

i'm getting old.
my little red knickers almost new.
this act is borrowed.
and my heart ice blue.

i do. do you?

2007-03-02T00:57:00.000+08:00

I was watching Guess Who? just now. You know, that Ashton Kutcher/Bernie Mac flick. I'm not the biggest Kutcher fan, but I do like that movie. Espcially for that one scene. That tango bit with the 2 men, when Kutcher's character says

"That's just it, she's everything I'm not. You know, she's my other half. Without her I'm not whole. You know the thing about meeting your other half is you're walking around, you think you're happy, you think you're whole, then you realize you ain't shit without her. Then you can't go back to being just a half 'cause you know what it's like to be whole. "

I love that.

2007-02-23T02:16:00.000+08:00

how much more can i take?

not much.

2007-02-22T12:49:00.000+08:00

i'm going to come right out and ask.
did you lie to me?
did you?

i did not ask for my feelings to be spared.
so why did you lie?

i spent my day feeling bad for you.
feeling guilty that i had caused such a change in you.

i spent my day feeling like it was all my fault
and that you did not deserve to have your present ruined by your past.

it obviously wasn't.

so what was the next day?
a pity visit?
was that guilt? or was that charity?

i'm hurt. and angry. and embarrassed.

i have never lied to you.
i have never had to, or wanted to.

we built this on honesty.

you broke it.

congratulations. you won.

2007-02-20T23:53:00.000+08:00

so who'd like to clue me in on what's going on?

2007-02-19T23:29:00.000+08:00

don't stick around just because you're grateful for what i did in the past.

and don't just leave because it's the easy thing to do.

i don't know who is more of a coward. you or me.

2007-02-18T01:05:00.000+08:00

after all that we've been through,

i know we're cool.

2007-02-15T00:17:00.000+08:00

so how was your valentine's?

2007-02-06T23:53:00.000+08:00

what will it take to mean enough?

what are You willing to give/give up?

(think about it, and then get back to me.)

2007-02-06T00:29:00.000+08:00

do what you must do what you must...

but i'm much too special for That i trust?

(am i?)

2007-02-02T00:36:00.000+08:00

I've decided against going for my morning class tomorrow.

It's just too troublesome.

I won't be able to get into my room to get my stuff in the morning because my sister and new brother-in-law will be fast asleep in a flu-pill induced haze. The bathrooms will be in constant use as all 2gazillion people in house shower, shave and shit (Oh! Jasmine! VERY unglamorously put! Tut tut!).

It's just too darned troublesome.

That's my excuse.

Truth is, I really don't feel like it.

And I haven't in a while.

2007-01-27T02:24:00.000+08:00

This is all very new.

Nothing quite fits into any of the spaces that you used to know were there. You had always imagined those spaces filled. Perfectly. Envisioned it all during long nights in bed when you couldn't sleep. Happy thoughts some people call them. Others, the skeptical ones, wishful thinking.

But now. Now it all kind of fits. But not quite. Not really. It's like that last puzzle piece that fits in that last empty spot. But that piece, it's blue. And the picture is of a patch of green, summery grass. The puzzle piece fits, but the blue doesn't. It must be the right piece though, right? You don't have any other choice!

Maybe you're just not seeing the whole picture. Maybe it'll all make sense someday. Logically, there was one space, and one puzzle piece left.

You know that one day it'll all make sense to you. It will all be clear. You don't quite know when that day will come or whether it ever will. But you just hold on to that faith.

Why?

Because right in front of you, you have that puzzle. And it's completed. It done. You worked on it, finished it. People helped you along, other people just got in the way and messed things up, but eventually, you got it done. It's Your puzzle and however long it took, however it compares to anyone else's, it's yours.

That one piece may not make sense to you. Maybe it's more than one piece. But someday it will all come to you.

You don't want to spout all that "God has a plan for everyone," bull but you know that intrinsically, it is true. Whether it's God or science, eventually, things will become clearer. It's about looking at the bigger picture, and knowing that however big it is, it'll keep on getting bigger as long as you keep on adding more pieces, that probably won't make sense.

And that bigger picture? That bigger picture is beautiful.

2007-01-13T00:42:00.000+08:00

You and my neck are killing me.

So there.

2007-01-09T21:39:00.000+08:00

A few conversations I've had over the past few days have got me thinking. I suppose conversations, the good ones at least, are meant to make you do that. To think about what was said, and see if it applies to you.

Enough of that. Thing is... I've been thinking anyway.

What does it take for someone to fall in love?

I mean, the obvious answer is that it is different for everyone. It depends on what you like and what you don't and that, in turn, depends on a long line of things(upbringing, peers, childhood trauma, whatever) that would have led up to that very moment that you fall in love. When all things are where they are supposed to be, you fall in love.

Ok, no. That makes it sound too easy. And also, I think that it makes it sound like the minute you fall in love, it's set. Cos everything is in it's place, right? I mean, logically, it makes sense.

But that's the thing. It doesn't make sense and there is usually very little or no logic involved.

Most of the time, at that very moment that one "falls in love" one is just noticing the aspects of the other person that fit a small percentage of the aspects that matter. We spend our lives (or at least, MANY of us do) picking out the things that we like about people (parents, friends, ex-lovers,characters on TV or in books) and subconsciously hoping that our future life partner would have those qualities. By the time we meet someone, we have a list of characteristics in our head that we hope that they would fulfill.

Up til that point, we have it good. We have a plan.

In most cases, when the time comes, we pick up that lovely plan, all nicely drawn out (Sometimes even coloured in magic markers! You know the sort... When you can change the colour with the white marker? Admit it. You thought they were cool! I did!) and fling it out the window. Why? Because we convince ourselves (And sometimes, the other person convinces us.) that having some, and not All, of your dream person's characteristics should be enough to grant that person a chance at your heart. On the other hand, if you don't believe in that, then just because someone doesn't meet some of your "requirements" you chuck them?

The point of this whole thing is that I don't know if that theory makes sense anymore. Does it? Could you live with that? Should you have to?

Another thing. Which do you follow? Your heart or your head? (Yes, the quintessential "Let's drown in the sorrows of love." question. But seriously... Which one? Do either really make sense? Does choosing to follow one ever make anyone truly happy? So what do you do?

What are the chances that your picture perfect dream partner is out there? And if he or she is, then what are the chances that you'd meet him or her? Is anyone really that lucky? Or is it just that all those happy couples out there are just SETTLING?

I know all of this sounds incredibly strange and most of you probably don't give two hoots about any of this. But it bothers me.

And the fact that it bothers me amuses me.

Oh, the vicious cycle.

2007-01-01T01:41:00.000+08:00

new year.
new life.
new me.

2006-12-05T23:25:00.000+08:00

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. SO LISTEN.

AND LISTEN GOOD.

SHANKER IS MAGIC.

THIS ONE MAN HAS GIVEN MY LIFE MEANING (AT LEAST FOR AS LONG AS THE SITES WORK AND THE STREAMING DOESN'T SCREW UP.).

HE IS MAGIC.

I WOULD LIKE TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I HAVE NO INTENTION OF STEPPING ON NETHIA'S PRETTY TOES. HE IS YOUR MAGIC.

BUT SHANKER IS STILL MAGIC.

AND HE'S A GENIUS IT WHIZKID TOO.

THANK YOU. (TO YOU FOR READING THIS, AND TO SHANKER FOR BEING MAGIC.)

2006-11-25T21:14:00.000+08:00

.superbia.avaritia.luxuria.invidia.gula.ira.acedia.

2006-11-22T00:52:00.000+08:00

ok, so i know i'm no angel
i'm no saint, i'm not even vaguely holy!
(do you remember how many times i've been unholy?
i bet you do!)
besides the point.
i must i must i must
change
switch
move
on.
i will be the mature one.
i will be the smart one.
i will be the practical one.
because i am, therefore, i should.
because i should, therefore, i am.
should i? am i?
convince me
for i am done trying to convince you.
can you do that?
can you try?
or are you going to be selfish?
oh, please. please be selfish!
please.

2006-11-18T18:10:00.000+08:00

Ok, so never again. I've had my ONE night.

I'm glad it was with my girls. And I'm glad we were where we were.

I love the Blackhearts. I really really do.

It was an amazing night. It was. I had so much fun. Yes, even with all the drama.

I love you my sisters. Kisses.

Oh, and I love my brother too. The best brother in the whole wide world.

2006-11-11T22:46:00.000+08:00

how exactly do you save a life?

i mean provided you aren't a doctor, or a surgeon or you aren't at the right place at the right time to shove someone out of the way before they get hit by a speeding car? what do you do then?

how do you prevent someone from killing themselves off? how, for that matter, do you prevent yourself from killing yourself?

how exactly do you save your OWN life? especially when there is no amount of surgery or medication or even a tangible speeding car for you to jump out of the way of?

it's odd isn't it?

i doubt anyone really wants to save a life. or to have their lives saved.

because, in the end, what are you saving it for? (if you know the answer to this, then good on you! and if you don't... too bad.)

2006-10-28T11:24:00.000+08:00

2006-10-27T00:50:00.000+08:00

what is it baby?
don't cry, don't cry.
come here, let me make it better.

oh!
you don't want it.
you want me to go away.

ok. i will. i understand.
but don't expect me to be sorry.
i probably will be eventually
but just don't expect it.
it's not fair.

you can't expect to go about leading your life while i sit and wait for...for...
what is it again?
i'm always expected to wait aren't i?
for you, for him, for them, for it.
waiting all the time.

You're being treated unfairly?
You're the fucking victim?

sure. roll those eyes.
make me the fool.
the fool.
i'm wrong right?

no, this is not me giving up.
this is me telling you that You're wrong.
that the things You say hurt.
that the things You do kill.

that You have to change your ways.

i have to seek my happiness elsewhere
because i cannot depend on that which i depended on before.

now i have to depend on myself.

only-child syndrome.
never alone
but the loneliest one there is.

i still grew up strong, didn't i?

2006-10-24T00:50:00.001+08:00

With feather steps she walks through this place barely making a sound
Barely barely
Just enough so that you hear her
Do you do you?
Enough to whisper
Hush baby hush
Don’t make such a racket.

Don’t shush her!
Turn around! Face her!
Tell her her purpose!

Be quiet, exist, but don’t do
Until you are told to
Do what you are told
Not what you are not
I repeat
Again and again and again.

Grant my wishes.

For you are my Tinkerbelle
My pocket princess
My light in a glass jar.

I will hide you away
Till I want to play
Then I’ll be on my way

Hush
Not now.

2006-10-20T04:12:00.000+08:00

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2006-10-19T02:53:00.000+08:00

come here baby.
tell me what it is about me that doesn't quite cut it for you.
is it my chemicalised hair?
the damaged brown ends and the bits and pieces of grey (i'm not old, just weary)?
maybe it's because it can't quite decide whether to be super straight or a curly mess.
is that it?
tell me baby
(baby baby baby!)
is it the tummy?
the proof of the many jugs of tiger and the many hours of doing nothing (i'm not ashamed of either.)
or maybe it's something else baby? is it?
my height? my cellulite thighs? my jiggly arms?
my perpetual back ache?
none of those?
is it just something you cannot explain?
something you can't put your finger on (IN is possible though isn't it?)
maybe it is.
i would understand that though baby.
i feel the same.
it's something i can wrap my fingers around
but i just cannot grasp.

2006-10-14T02:09:00.000+08:00

another perfect night with the blackhearts.

kisses.

2006-10-13T01:12:00.000+08:00

jasmine is
- taking a break from all the welcomed work
- not pleased
- slowly but surely getting tired of you and your ways
- in dire need of a full body massage and/or check-up
- craving smooth, semi-cold, milk chocolate
- holding something in (but she's not sure what)
- faking it pretty darn well
- quite sure you don't care
- looking with disgust at her room which needs major re-doing
- chewing on her just-washed hair
- shrinking shrinking shrinking
- hoping for a beep
- incredibly restless and hyper for 1.12am
- not sure what time she'd like to wake up tomorrow
- hoping she wakes up to something pleasant
- listening to the combined sounds of spinderella her fan, the un-named air-con and water speeding through the pipes in the wall
- wishing she could piece together the happy bits of the past few days and make one long happy day (which she would save for herself as an after-exam treat!)
- comtemplating flat-ironing her hair before she sleeps so that it saves her the trouble in the morning
- deciding against it
- going to read her nm2201 before she sleeps instead
- praying for better days
- feeling like there's something wrong
- getting bored with this post
- going to send post, sign out, Shut Down.

2006-10-09T01:54:00.000+08:00

Now why you wanna go and do that, luv, huh?

2006-10-07T21:19:00.000+08:00

"All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but... to take flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now that's living. But a hawk is no good around normal birds. It can't fit in. Even though all the other birds probably wanna be hawks; they hate him for what they can't be. Proud. Powerful. Determined. Dark.

One of these days, everyone's gonna pay attention to me. Because I'm gonna fly too."

- Hugo, O

2006-09-30T12:33:00.000+08:00

yesterday was a good day. the best in a long time.

i'm still very pleased.

briefcases.
t-porn.
"come to baby."

2006-09-27T23:56:00.000+08:00

I dont know why I bother with you sometimes. Or at least, why I Should bother with you.

There's really no reason getting pissed with you and your ways. It leads to nothing. You don't change and I don't change.

Same old same old.

I gotta get some more reading done.

2006-09-23T13:02:00.000+08:00

It's one of those Saturday afternoons again. You know... those! Where you have nothing to do. Well, actually, you Do have things to do. Things to read, things to study, a room to clean up, a wardrobe to organise. But it's one of those Saturdays, where you don't quite feel like doing anything at all. Where you feel like sitting in front of the tv watching the Waterboy while your dad irons on the dining table and your mother fries fish. Where your ear throbs from a taking-a-very-long-time-to-heal-and-you-made-it-worse-by-accidently-yanking-on-it-while-taking-off-your top piercing and your mouth feels funny from a ulcer that you felt the onset of about a week ago but only appeared last night.

It's just one of those Saturdays.

2006-09-22T12:49:00.000+08:00

I just found out that my cousin's husband passed away. He was hit by a car or something about a week ago and thrown into a deep ditch-like thing somewhere in India. He didn't make it.

My mother is pretty heartbroken about it. She said my cousin had the best character, always smiling.

I don't remember much of her accept that she used to keep me company when I went to my mum's place in Kerala. There was no one of or near my age, so she took it upon herself to play the stupid games that I came up with. I think I didn't realise she was related to me then. She was just the neighbour girl.

She didn't deserve to lose her man.

2006-09-17T11:56:00.000+08:00

I really am very tired of soccer at the moment. I wasn't the biggest fan before. But I think I overdosed so much yesterday that I'm pretty much set for a week or so. Or it could just be that I'm a wee bit tired of hanging out with boys. In plural. One guy is fine because you can usually talk about other stuff. Soccer, and sports in general, comes up once in a while but the topic never lasts, unless, of course, it is very very interesting.

I don't know la. I used to think I was very flexible when it came to things like this. Jasmine: Adaptable to Most Situations. Maybe yesterday was just an off day. Maybe I was just restless and
drunk on reality.

Overall it was a pretty nice day though.

Me and the very inattentive birthday boy.

2006-09-17T03:35:00.000+08:00

Thanks.

For trying.

*hugs*

2006-09-16T00:10:00.001+08:00

2006-09-10T01:11:00.000+08:00

What I Want

What I want is a life that I am happy with. It would be peaceful and serene, with just the right amount of excitement once in a while to offer me the consolation that things aren’t all that predictable.

What I want is to be surrounded by love: the love of family, friends and any other entities around me that might be part of my existence. I want to be able to give love without regret and to receive it without apprehension.

What I want is to feel healthy, mind, body and soul. I want to be able to listen to a string of words that may be phrased the perfect way and not want to break down. I want to be able to bend all the way back and touch the floor or twist around without the fear of hurting myself. I want to be able to sit still, close my eyes and have no thoughts. I want to be unaffected, or better yet, I want to be comfortable, being wrapped in nothingness.

What I want is to be loved when I am around and to be missed and craved and desired when I am not. I want to be your dream, your fantasy. I want to be your one and only and your only one. I want to be your ink, your story and your song; I want to be your life for my life alone is not sufficient.

What I want is to know who you are.

2006-09-09T13:14:00.000+08:00

-i have many ill feelings towards my sister at the moment because she's being very difficult about the wedding plans. she doesn't seem to understand that i'm not on my break anymore. it's getting unbearable.

-i have to stop having so much of faith in people i think. they just end up disappointing me and then i end up getting all depressed about it.

2006-09-09T12:49:00.000+08:00

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2006-08-26T00:17:00.000+08:00

I went down to Borders the other day to look for a couple of books for school and I got inspired to buy more books.

Not for school. For myself.

I think I will soon.

2006-08-20T02:05:00.000+08:00

i had a question all prepared for him. but i chickened out because i knew an argument would ensue.

would it have made things better? how could it? aren't they already good now? are they or am i kidding myself? do i really want more? what exactly is more of nothing? is this nothing? will it ever be something? if i was offered something, do i now have the courage to take it? if i was never to be offered something, and i was left with the prospect of always having nothing, would i still continue with the nothing like i pretty much am at this moment?

(this is an unfinished post. i would have liked to type out the numerous other questions floating about my head. but i am incapable of sitting up for much longer due to a bad back that's been greatly paining me since friday. i've mastered the art of grinding my teeth and hiding the pain and pretending nothing's wrong. no one's noticed. well done, jasmine.)

2006-08-19T23:37:00.000+08:00

"gets me everytime."

yeah. me too.

2006-08-13T01:42:00.000+08:00

i'm tired of you.
i cannot think of what to say.
but i felt i should let you know.

i'm tired of you.

clean up your act.
or else i'm not coming back.

i can't be your lifeline forever.
something in return would be nice.

i'm tired of you.

i'm tired.

night.

2006-08-07T00:41:00.000+08:00

get
out
of
my
head
stop
stringing
me
along
don't
lie
to
me
leave
me
be
decide
what
you
want
from
me
and
then
follow
through
with
it
i'm
not
your
bitch
get
out
of
my
head
leave
me
ALONE.

2006-08-07T00:12:00.000+08:00

if you are reading this, i demand that you go click on the banner thing below all my links.

now.

this instant!

go!

thank you.

2006-08-04T00:00:00.000+08:00

sometimes i wonder why my life and what i choose to do or say affects total strangers so much. i would understand if they were Not, in fact, total strangers, and they were actually intergral parts of my life and i brought out such emotions in them. but seriously, the people that are seemingly looking to create some drama in their life through me...? please.

you need to find yourselves some lives.

and if you're going to say you already have lives, then i'd like to say that that's very sad for you lot if that's all your lives amount to.

very sad indeed.

you poor poor possums.