I got the girls hooked on dirty hiphop songs. Reading the lyrics totally killed us and had us laughing while we tried (and failed) not bobbing to the songs. Sinkai, bless her, finds them disturbing and that was funny in itself. Blasting it in my ears in the school lift this morning made me wonder if the rest of the lift could hear the barrage of verbal porn coming through my earphones though, same thing on the train. But dang, only songs that ridiculous could wake me up for 8am lessons.

Cycling and eating good food at Parkway with 'Sexless in the City' girls tomorrow!

ps: We need to stop those Sex in the City marathons!

Rooftop playground at 2am last night.

The irrevocable hopes dashed, and the dreams that could never materialise.
On top of the world, but we felt like there was nothing before us. We concluded our futures looked grim in multiple shades of grey, but at least the Corona was good. Had a 3 hour talk at dinner before that, mulling and laughing over lost chances and crushes. How they scared us silly and had us running in the opposite direction. Those mishaps/crushes seem simpler and sweeter now that affairs of the heart have to be taken seriously at our current old age.

Lt&Sinkai's 20th Cupcake Thingmajig

Maybe I should make giving out cupcakes as my personal career, seeing how happy I was to do it. And I shouldn't just stop at cupcakes, why not macroons, ice-cream cones and lollipops too? If I could make wearing yellow sneakers a career too I would cause they make me just as happy. Maybe I should stop worrying what's going to happen after graduation because maybe, happiness isn't the point here, nor has it ever been. If everyone wants to be happy, the world would be a very selfish place to live in. Oh wait , it already is. And here's to me for managing to end off rather sadly to another entry that's suppose to be cheery.

Breathe- Anna Nalick

A song for my nose.

My world is torn asunder.
Blogging used to be something apart from school. Now it's being poisoned by the entrails of another. For all the careful physical barriers we've placed in reality, for all our personal idiosyncrasies and quirks we perfected over the years, they are now rendered useless and broken down by the entire connected network of 'Social Media'. More than anything, I'm terrified of Twitter. Accustomed usage of it might see every one of my thoughts reduced to less than 140 words. I want to continue my barrage of dramatic and slightly demented thoughts, legitimate or not, shared or not shared, and more preferably not being followed.

listening to; Vagabond by Wolfmother & Fire by Augustana

One of my modules made it mandatory to join Twitter, the very thing that annoys me online. If you ever feel tempted to know what exciting stuff I am up to every single minute of my life, in less than 140 words, then come follow me! (bold words for added persuasion) at twitter.com/pickaline. So far it's a no men's land over there.

ps: I was this close to using 'sandracoolgal' for my user name. ha ha ha

I've begun to delve into editing the pictures taken in Japan but just barely. It evokes in me different feelings I do not want to deal with as of now and thus, the delay for the posting of those pictures is to be furthered. Japan is possibly the only place I've been to so far that I would like to go back again and again. There's just something about it that you can't get anywhere else.

The recent days has been filled with marathons of different kinds but what I need now is a marathon where it involves me sleeping for hours on end with no distractions. School has been, 1 lesson that I was late for and another that I skipped, in other words, nothing has changed.

There you were in your black dress
Moving slow to the sadness
I could watch you dance for hours
I could take you by my side.

-Fire, Augustana

We need to dance like this.

"I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary." -Magaret Atwood

Today was a good day.

So I'm finally legal to wreck newbie havoc on the roads. The reactions I got weren't exactly ideal. The dad, during my second call to him, asked me again if I was sure I passed. The mum, asked me to go for additional lessons cause she couldn't believe I could actually drive and then asked for my car plate number cause all the aunties at her workplace (her own words) wants to buy 4-D. The rest of the family asked me how I got so lucky while my brother just reckons the tester was a tiko. My friends hid their apprehensions better, more occupied by the awesome fact that they could finally could have supper nights at ulu places.

The dad forced on me a whole afternoon of driving. It was small roads, highways, expressways, parking in a tiny carpark (belonging to a great yong tau hu store) and I felt I suffered more nerve damage during this long expedition than during my actual test. Later at night, whilst driving back the family from dinner, my 3 year old niece asked, 'Jie, do you know how to bang a car?'. Someone intepret that for me?

Chalk @ Old School+500 days of summer was awesome possum yesterday. We had a hard time trying not to coo/gush/verbally salivate over Joseph Gordon Levitt too loudly.

You will love again the stranger who was your self

I miss the reality of Japan. There were places and secret alleys one could enjoy walking alone. Here, little excitment is found in our concrete turns and corners. But I guess here is where my heart is at the end of the day cause despite how awesome Japan truly truly was...,I still missed home.

My brother hijacks my laptop for 2 weeks and now my itunes is gone. This incurred a menstrual fit which saw me making weird angry noises and then falling apart like a lost bimbo when I didn't know what to do next. I had my pre-menstrual fit when I had to unpack 12 days worth of stuff ranging from a yashica camera to an empty glass milk bottle and prolly a thousand kilo of tidbits.
O and I'm back. Just as abruptly had I deserted my life here, I am now forced to insert myself back into this grim picture of catching up and making up. Record long picture posts shall soon make their appearances here.