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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Darcy, Don't Look So Sad
Thursday 19 March 2009 | 12:34 am



I would so wear this but I'm worried about the zipper on the back. Oh well.

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Do you know anyone named Chris?
Not personally, no.

What's the closest blue thing to you?
The mouse.

What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Writing.

If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?
Maybe.

Do you wear big sunglasses?
No. I find them ugly. Besides, they remind me of a fly's eyes.

Do you like Journey?
Nah.

Do you cook to music?
No. I only clean to music. It's faster that way.

Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
A mixture of both.

How many different things did you drink today?
Only one.

Why did your parents give you the name you have?
Huh. I never thought to ask.

Are you on the cheerleading team?
Ha! That's laughable. No. I'm not.

Would you rather marry a musician or be one yourself?
Mm. Marry one. Then maybe he could teach me music, if I feel up to it.

Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?
No.

Who was the last person you rode in a car with?
Ma.

Have you ever told someone you hated them?
Yes. Who hasn't?

Are you in a good mood?
No. I'm slightly cranky at the moment.

Can you roll your eyes?
Of course.

What house cleaning chore do you hate to do the most?
Folding the laundry. Ugh.

Do you love 8th & ocean?
No.

Do you know the names of all the band members that you listen to?
Not all of the bands, no. Maybe like my favorites, then yes.

At what age do you want to get married?
Meh.

What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to?
Bleh.

Do you dislike any part of you?
Yes but I'll deal with it.

Do you have a nickname?
Yes.

What was the last thing to make you really angry?
The intensity of the sun. That mumbling, four-eyed bitch. The misleading ad instructions. Grr.

Is it only boysboysboys on your mind?
No but there's always room for Ty.

What famous musician would you like to have sex with?
Mehhh.

What do you think of cheerleaders?
Nothing.

Favorite thing to do on Facebook?
I don't go on Facebook.

Do you have work tomorrow?
No job.

Have you ever had your heart broken?
No.

Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time?
Sometimes.

If you could meet one celebrity, who would you want it to be?
Oh, I don't know.

What is in store for your future?
Death, eventually.

Have you eaten a bug before?
I would never eat a bug.

When's the last time you cleaned your room?
Last month. I'll clean again by the 28th.

Last restaurant you ate at?
Eh.

Have you ever been stung by a bee?
No. Thank you, God.

Are you taking anyone for granted?
Nah.

Do you have an iPod?
I don't need one.

What are you excited about?
The release of the live DVD.

When was your last time you saw your Dad?
A couple of hours ago.

Who is your favorite superhero?
The Hulk! I'm kidding. I don't have one.

When was the last time you went dancing while under the influence?
I don't dance and I'm never under the influence.

Do you get annoyed easily?
Yes. It's exhausting.

Have you ever seen a live bat?
I don't think so.

Name something you wouldn't want to buy used?
Underwear. Ew.

Favorite characteristic in the opposite sex?
I can't think of one right now.

Do you like winter?
No. We don't get that around here.

Do you chew on straws?
Yes, subconsciously.

Who was the last person to call you?
Someone.

What are any weird impuslive habits that you have?
I step into elevators with my left foot first.

When did your last kiss take place?
Never.

What are you doing today?
Today's just starting.

How did you wake up this morning?
Ma woke me up.

Do you have a cell phone?
Yes.

Do you talk a lot?
Only when I'm high on sugar.

Do you have any trophies?
I had some medals.

Do you own any lacey underwear?
Nah.

Who's the last person that creeped you out?
I don't remember.

How many letters are in your last name?
Six.

Do you wish someone would call you?
No.

What book did you read last?
A Game of Hide and Seek.

Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you?
Nah.

How do you walk?
Like a normal person, douchebag.

Do you hate your last boyfriend/girlfriend?
No feeling.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Not everyone.

Have you ever broken your nose?
No.

I Love Lists Like I Love the Freak
Sunday 15 March 2009 | 3:33 am

  1. I'm exhausted.
  2. Brain feels prune-like dry.
  3. Radio won't bleeping get out of my head.
  4. I got bottles of paint. Thanks!
  5. My canvas is now black and blank; I don't know how to arrange the butterflies on it.
  6. I've been watching too much French films lately. I don't mind.
  7. Would you nice, hardworking boys men please not prolong this torture? Must be a German thing, eh? Bleeping tease.
  8. Oh, but I love you, you Scientologist freak.
  9. Emery Jay needs a last name that is Italian-sounding but not exactly Italian. Capisce?
  10. I need to shut up and sleep.

The News That Didn't Make It
Thursday 12 March 2009 | 3:29 am

I want to write but the words won't come out.

Choke.

Choking.

Choked.

...which reminds me of a headline last Thursday: "Teen Girl Found Dead, Choked On Garlic Cheese Bread While Humping(!) a Lamppost"

Or was it a tree, my friend? Ho ho ho.
Bleh!

(This was a result from breathing in too much night air and consuming two greasy sticks of garlic bread on my part, which the chef (ahem) dropped a whole bottle of fucking white wine into it...

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I'm just kidding. But I felt oddly happy. Must be the garlic.)

Party Like It's Going Out
Wednesday 11 March 2009 | 4:17 pm

I'm thinking.

I'm trying to remember...

Oh!

On A Lighter Note...
Monday 9 March 2009 | 3:12 am

I just made a Se7en wallpaper for my sister. No, it's not the movie Se7en; it's Brokencyde's Se7en. It's a shame, really. They have awesome beats but I'm not really a fan of their lyrics. It's...stupid. There! I said it. Don't kill me, BC hardcore fans!

I'd share you some pics of Baby that I snapped when he was napping under my comforter but the camera isn't with me and I can't be bothered to upload them to the computer - yet. Also, I kind of forgot all about it until today. Ah, he's just the cutest cat ever.

I got candies from fucking Europe. Woot! I was going to eat it while watching Paris, Je T'aime (was planning on buying it on DVD) but I couldn't find it. Grr. I'd buy Pride and Glory but it's not out yet. No Hannibal Rising. No Requiem for A Dream. Motherfucker. So I ended up buying In Bruges. I love In Bruges.

Just a dialogue from one of my favorite scenes in the movie:

Ken: Harry, let's face it. And I'm not being funny. I mean no disrespect, but you're a cunt. You're a cunt now, and you've always been a cunt. And the only thing that's going to change is that you're going to be an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids.

Harry: [furious] Leave my kids fucking out of it! What have they done? You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!

Ken: I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.

Harry: Insult my fucking kids? That's going overboard, mate!

Ken: I retracted it, didn't I?

Ah, the joys of laughing at seven in the morning.

Meh.
Wednesday 4 March 2009 | 11:44 pm

I'm afraid of you not coming home and disappearing - again.

I didn't think you'd do such a thing but you did and it's like I don't know you anymore. I don't know how to reach out to you. I don't know what to do or say. I don't hate you for what you did; I'm just disappointed. I guess you had your reasons for not coming forth and I could come up with a possible few but what you did wasn't the way out. It was wrong and stupid, and now you've dug yourself a deeper hole.

You're not hopeless; you're just awfully misguided.