Anberlin was awesome but my boots got destroyed cause the spot we had staked out turned into a mosh pit the moment the gig started. It was so out of control it was surreal. It was shove or be shoved. Almost felt like a freefall but with sweaty bodies. Aside from the crazy animals around the mosh pit, most of them who pissed me off and who had to be shoved off, everything else was good and perfect.

The nights spent in my room. Sleepovers, over-stayers. Everyone falling under the lure of my bed and lamp-shade. The neglected air-conditioner is put to use, freezing us from dawn till dawn. Nearly every inch of this room has been snapped and even drawn on.


Last Night

The Birthday Girls and another 2 reasons why I'm broke.

Do not laugh at my awesome shirt.

Another Night (a few weeks back)

My bed now feels it has been sacndalized.

Another victim that fell under the spell of my magic pillow.

Forced to put this 2 pictures up.

In between the night at Rebel for Kev's 12th Birthday Part 2 and yesterday night, I caught my usual holiday flu bug and today's Ubin cycling trip today did not help. We cycled back trails just to avoid the glare of the sun but I got slightly burnt from the walk home.

Now I'm off to catch my first Premier League match of the season. I want Arsenal to trash ManU just so they can continue to look bad.

The problem with being on holiday while everyone else is struggling with Exams, Work and other Important Life Issues is that they'll hate you for it. I thought I was more complex but eating a sweet peach today made me happy.

Batam, a few weeks back.






In agony after losing all his money...

to this guy...

Protected by the shell of our rented mini-van, we passed through Batam without really seeing it. I only remember how much pool we played, how bad the shopping malls were and how I got excited over cheap toiletries in the hypermart. The best part however, has to be the company.

Drama Production - The Spectrum Six

The only one still memorising lines on the actual day. Way to go as usual.








For all the lines I had to memorise and rehearsals I had to put up with, they were worth going through just for the chance to terrorise the drama guys by smearing colored eyeshadow on their faces. Girls aren't the only ones who whine apparently.

My friends wonder why I rarely make personalised birthday cards, write up cute notes to give out at Christmas, or do an impromptu cheer me up letter like how proper girls do,


...cause they turn out looking like these;





But for what it's worth, all primary 2-ish of it, Happy 19th Joeygirl!

In other news, my bro and I have either spoilt or lost our own earphones and are both dying a slow death. This is deprievation like none other.

It was basically do or die. So I did and died a little, going entirely without sleep. 40 hours awake and I had no migraine, scary how it might be the doings of redbull though I rather think its due to the grace of God.

This is starting to feel like a marathon. On msn, it's all "We are all in this together" with everyone still online after 4am.

I've armed myself with a shitload of Determinness, Courage, Good Music, Rocket Fuel (redbull), Bullshit, Medicated Oil, and Inspiring Thoughts of Impending Failure If I Do Not Get My Shit Together to get through this darn night.

Dear Lord, I pray for nights where I can sleep well. I pray for my actual stress symptoms to go away. I pray for light marking and a blind eye to my mistakes in my assignments which I haven't actually done. I pray that I can actually complete those assignments in time. I pray that I acquire wisdom and knowledge of the world overnight. I pray that this prayer works. I pray that my heart do not collaspe the next time it plummets down to the cold dark depth of my soul-which is scared shitless in face of my assignments, especially the one that I have to pass so that I can bloody graduate. Holy cow, Lord, my heart just plummeted once again. Lord I pray all this in Jesus name. Amen.

I feel 16 all over again. Soon, I'll laugh at how I panicked, how all of this won't seem as important anymore. But as of now, this is all I can think of.

There are entire nights where I feel like I'm lying to myself. But then there are whole days that contradict those nights. Sadness can be felt innately, but not pure unencumbered joy, that part is artificial and forced. That part requires effort. I can never seem to get good enough at this.

....at least, I've forgotten to remember. Small victories count when little else can be won.

Bloodypainbloodypainbloodypainbloodypain body convulsed with such pure agony nothing can ease ride it out just ride it out but bloody hell such a long ride of pain i hate having female parts someone just take me to the hospital and knock me out with anything don't just call a cab call a bloody army of ambulances for goodness sake such pain i just want to be home alone racked with my pangs and spasms and and...i've gone crazy.

Seriously, I need to find a permanent cure for this.

The family held our Annual General Meeting over supper and it remains to be a harrowing experience, even for someone as slick as me. Sticky and touchy issues like spending too much money, saving too little money, where to get money in the future, why are all our maids so lazy and scared shitless of my mom, is my dad buying too much fruits, will I bring my brother to court to fight out our meagre inheritance, why is my finances in a mess, why is my hair in such a mess were fought out in the best diplomatic sense. The meeting can thus be concluded as a succes as no family ties were cut nor were any death threats made. In fact, my brother even returned me $25, making me slightly jovial despite the issues about my hair. Slight shocker, but I'm going to spend money the way my brother spends money, meaning, not spending at all. We'll see how that works out..., or not work out.

I hope my nose lets up soon. It's making me breathless, cranky and I can hardly stand to be around myself.