The stars died so that you could be here today

From LGMH My little brother has social development issues. On the car ride home after his last day of 3rd grade, he tells me that he completed every section in his yearbook except the Best Friend's section. Why? Because his BF didn't go to his school, and he only had one. When I asked who it was, he said it was me. I cried for 3 hours when I got home. His LGMH Omg sigh. Only a sister knows what it feels like. Sometimes I think I'm really bad to my brothers

Omg CTs. Omg CTs. Sigh. To be honest. Studied the whole holidays and I still feel I'm going to fail. Somewhere, somehow I'm not doing enough. This means that I've got to start awhile after CTs to do moderately well for prelims. Oh god. This will be the year that will never be spoken of again. Sheesh. And because apparently, according to Joewie, my blog is emo (?) ( no its not ok ! ), I will un-emo it. Since I'm totally not emo now. From LGMH : This morning, as I was about to leave for work, my boyfriend danced into the kitchen singing a made up song consisting of only my name, over and over. When he saw me, he turned red and said "Oh, you're still here". Sneaking a peak in the daily routine of someone who really loves me GMH. Haha I think hope makes the blog less emo (if it even was in the first place).

You have broken me all the way down , down upon my knees; And you have broken me all the way down , you'll be the last you'll see;

Brain needs to stop switching off while doing work, and working into overdrive when it's suppossed to sleep. Damn. I spend an hour every night trying to fall asleep? And I'm suppossed to be tired.

There are many traits in my parents that I don't necessarily like. Their ways of handling things, I don't necessarily agree with. What they say, what they do, I don't necessarily praise. But all these things I don't like, I recognise them in myself from time to time, and it's rather detesting sometimes because I tell myself I should change, but I don't.

Hee, ok so I think its quite lame. But since I already did it, here it is ((:. A few things you should know: It's probably not worth anything, but if, like u know, I get sued for some reason that I know and I will not be writing so that I don't get found, it's going to be worth alot. The opportunity cost of doing this is doing work you know ! Hah. So if I fail CTs... Heh. Joking. Don't go on a guilt trip. I swear my ears are going to bleed if I listen to Sam Tsui again. But the Lady Gaga clip was worth it ^^ I'm not sure how this blogger thing works though. Full screen may be blur ? D: Check out Lawis' present: (See the full size images k haha )

I know I should be sleeping earlier. But recently, I've been liking the late nights, when I reserve that time for things I enjoy doing. Talking to friends, watching videos, listening to songs, browsi ng through pictures. It's doing these things without feeling any guilt, without feeling like I should spending the time on doing 'productive' work, that keep me up awake, even though I can feel my ba ck muscles aching, even though I know that I won't be able to wake up the next morning. Sometimes I hate blogger. Normal and Large just don't do it for font sizes. Normal is too small, and Large is too big. Where's the in between?

The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you; Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere ; - Vanilla Twilight, Owl City It's kind of really nice to be listening to the Vanilla Twilight lyrics late at night with no other sound. Just the clear voice singing the sweet lyrics.

Mama Mia. I think she's super prettyyyyyae.

"We are Iraqis. Our dignity is more important than our lives." - A young man in Fallujah, Defeat I think its just rather poignant. Speaks volumes about how they feel all the shenanigans going on in their country.

Nothing much to say. Talking and laughing with friends' the best stilllzz.

You know I saved a draft on thanking people for remembering my birthday but it stayed as a draft because I forgot about it D: Not that anybody will read this, but I really love all you guys hee hee. This is so lateee. Like 1 month late almost. Someone's birthday is coming soooon ehhh HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. You know who you are. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I finished macroaims. I dont understand why blogger doesn't have a nice pink default. I'm lazy to look for nice pink colours HTML tag / code / wtv its calle

I stupidly went for a barbeque on Sunday night and murdered my throat. It's body probably got thrown into the Sahara desert and now its ghost is coming back to haunt me. ): The lonzenges isn't really doing much and water is just giving me water burps now. Ha. I am stupid. But then, I guess I would have regretted not going in any case. So I will suffer my throat in silence now. I swear when I recover, I will shove fried food down my throat. An aunt and a grandaunt of mine told me that they've never seen my mom angry before. They asked me if I've ever seen her angry. I've seen my mom angry, and beyond angry. It just hit me that, more than spouses or anything, children have probably seen their parents at their worst and best. I sure have. My mom has no temper? Really? I once thought she and my dad had the worst temper ever. And it's not just because they're the ones I always anger. There are so many incidents in my memory that made me just want to hate my pare

Muscle ache, headache, sore throat, fever (maybe). I just want to sleeeep. I've slept the whole day away. And I think if I sleep more, tomorrow morning, my muscles won't even be able to moveee D: I don't want to be siiiiick. I'm hardly even sick. Maybe I'll recover after a good night's sleeeep. Kept waking up last night D: Sigh.

Hee hee. This is what I do when I'm bored. Bored of the books and notes. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at photoshoping. So oh wells, the photos will get a dosage of my lameness . Don't think my title is grammatically (neither am I sure if this is spelt correctly) correct. My chinese has gone down the drain, not that it was any good in the first place. JC just seems to kill any semblance of a good grasp of chinese. :/

I would like to have a photoblog some day. But I guess my lack of photography skills and 0 observance impedes my ability to take nice photos heh. But I'll LEARN one day (: I really respect those people who can take photos of so many interesting. It's like they find interesting stuff in the boring things. Then I think of my daily life which revolves around home, school, lot 1, mrt station, and I feel like everything's so mundane over and over again. Maybe it all comes down to perspectives. There's nothing interesting in my life now. Sad.

Israel attacked the Turkish-backed aid ship sending supplies to the Gaza strip, and worldwide condemnation follows. Raiding the ship, killing of the Turkish activists, holding others in detention, shouldn't be condoned. But watching the worldwide condemnation, protests by activists, is a little chilling. It seems that so many of these protests are against Israel as a state, especially by those countries that view Israel as little but a rogue state, that should rightfully belong to them. To just simply denounce the nation because of the navy attack somehow seems scary. I think, I can't process my thoughts very well :/