Fucking finally. BRENDON URIE <3___<3
The MV is so cheesy and lame but… I love the song to bits and pieces (:
Fucking finally. BRENDON URIE <3___<3
The MV is so cheesy and lame but… I love the song to bits and pieces (:
Not Penis Cream.
- Not Penis Cream/ I Voted For Kodos
Just three more weeks of internship; two weeks of night, one week of morning.
I’m so fucking broke.
Hot water reminds me that I’m alive.
There’s nothing like the sting of heated flesh to keep you high.
I love getting lost in strings of words that sink into me and pull me back to earth.
My sister is getting depressed over the fact that I might (possibly!hopefully!) be studying in Australia this time next year. I’m getting quite scared at the thought of living on my own. But… freedom! But… fear! But… I don’t know. Maybe I should just crawl under a rock and die.
MUSICFESTSMUSICFESTMUSICFESTS \o/ (SINGAPORE= /o\)
It’s Conan time now. I’ve gotta go.
I can’t wait to watch 500 Days of Summer (Zooey! JGL! <3!)
These paragraphs have no link.
And I need a boyfriend.
Lately I have desperately pondered,
Spent my nights awake and I wonder-
What I could have done in another way,
To make you stay.
- Lovefool/ The Cardigans
Reason will not reach a solution, I will end up lost in confusion.
I don’t care if you really care as long as you don’t go.
I can’t care about anything but you ♥
K-I-S-S I’m in distress
I need someone to spell it out
You know our love’s not unconditional
- Telegraph Avenue Kiss/ Thursday
I’m sleepy. And tired.
There’s a difference.
But I don’t mind but I’m not surprised to find that you do
I’m not surprised to find that you do. I know you do.
And I feel find but I know the same does not apply to you.
I know the same does not apply to you.
So I guess that I’ll curl up and die too.
- Curl Up And Die/ Relient K
I keep thinking that I’m falling in and out of sadness.
I toyed with using ‘depression’ for a bit but I don’t know if that’s the right word. I mean, if I was truly depressed, it’d mean that there’s nothing out there that could turn me around even for a while. But that’s a lie. Because I’ve got LJ and Twitter. I know, what a sad fuck. But that’s it. That’s who I am. I’m terribly dependent on the internet and I struggle with real life social situations. Yeah, why the hell did I choose the film industry? IT’S TIME TO GET OUT.
“I keep thinking that I’m falling in and out of sadness.”
Right.
But that’s a lie again. Because I don’t think I’ve actually found a way out. I’m just… there. The feelings just there. A fixed point, like a nail pushing down on the fabric of emotions and look at me there lifting and twisting time-travel terminology to my liking into my journal. I’m sorry if that sentence has got you lost. But nevermind. I find it hard to understand myself, most days.
I wrote a script by the way. It’s terribly depressing because it has a happy ending. I’m not sure if I like it. Or if I’m too narcissistic to ever hate it.
you don't fight fair