If looks could kill

Such a pretty boy, what a felony!

Studying sessions at PP Macs with Lingyu, Khairiah, Deborah, Cheryl and Halimatul may prove to be fruitful after all. I've always been the staunch believer of studying only when the exams are a day or two away. I hope I can retain the information, and regurgitate them out correctly during the papers. Oh, breaking fast with Khairiah and Cheryl = cool, except Khairiah never eats anything. I love Subway cookies and sandwiches.

I have decided to name my children in different shades of red, if I have any. I doubt I will, because I just spent 102381 minutes watching disgusting videos of childbirth, thanks to Ariff. LOL Mazohyst of decadence, everybody! Brutalzzzz. I have renewed my love for VKei. I think it's way cooler than glam. And I made Bianca's day cos I showed her some cool, brutal, gory, gruesome videos + LOVE YOU BITCH.

I found out that a music video on abortion works way much better than that video the school showed us on anti abortion. Well, after watching it, I regret putting my hand up when Mr Jon asked who were pro-choice. I am now pro-life. SCREW ABORTIONS!

So, today's plans of studying at NLB was pretty screwed. I ended up being overzealous and borrowed quite a number of books. But I heart libraries, still. I've decided that we should have outings to libraries often.

I want a new camera, an SLR or whatever. Lomocam, blahblah. Everyone's into emotive portraits recently and macro this macro that. Eck, trends. My old cam got destroyed by my father. Lousy!

I sometimes wish I can shrug things off and go 'Kimek ah' like I didn't care. I wish I could cease caring for pigheaded assholes sometimes. Well, wishes aren't meant to come true. I'm on my way to becoming an emotionless robot. I hope.

I should really learn how to let go. :/I'm glad to know you (kinda) miss me.

I'm dazed and confused, I used to think I can tell right from wrong; what I want from what I don't. Now, it's all a mess, I can't discern anything because I've crossed the boundaries too many times...

[edit] @ 9:54pm

Songs can bring back memories, be it good or bad. I feel nostalgic for the past, a sense of longing, perhaps. Or maybe it's just a phase. The night seems especially bleak today... Even fast-paced songs with insane drumming and weird screechy vocals can remind me of certain people. Even if the person is singing about total annihilation of the human race and gory, gruesome massacres.

I think I need to stop thinking for a bit. :( Lol, I am in love with certain authors, I think. The books = Mind orgasms. I set a personal record, to listen to 'Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da' for 1000 times. Well, so far, I've lasted 6-in-a-row. I think I can do it, really. It's starting to grow on me anyway. I hope I don't explode into peanuts.

Oh, today went Esplanade/Marina Sq with Iylia, Karina, Ziyang and Mervyn. Supposedly to 'study', but we ended up eating KFC (proteins) and then squatting at a random dark corridor like area, taking cool pictures (KARINA SEND ME) and listening to cool songs.

Family gathering was a bit wut. :/ Happy birthday ah gong. I sat down and read a book. It was sweltering in the house, and damn dusty. Old people don't clean their houses. I thought a lot, and got a bit sad. Lousy.

constantine.

I MISS YOU