it gets better right?

"just do what you want."

thank you for the wake up call.




headed to town alone, browsed at borders.. windowshopped. mm. same old.
met phil at bugis, bickered and talked about nonsense.
after the most excruciating time of deciding where to go to eat, settled to have xiaolongbaos.
he's the third person i'm having their first xiaolongbaos with!
that aside, he gave me a good, good, wake up call.


"Even when you do bad stuff, He'll find some way to make it okay and make you feel okay! Where got friend like this one?"


aw man. that really hit me. thank you (:

i really, really like this.




"i'm incapable i live by habit"

NOTE TO SELF
STOP BLOGGING CLARISSA

okay check out this song

behind the bunhouse - mystery jets

Did I strangle you with my love?
Think I saw it wrapped around your throat
The last time I saw you, you looked so pale
And white just like a ghost

It was fun for about 5 little minutes
And then you cleared your throat
My eyes swelled up, I curled my toes
And you said I almost choked
And you said I almost choked

But honey why did you go
Behind the bunhouse?
Didn't you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head
With a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

The penny dropped even before I clocked
Just where your hands had been
It's like you'd done your hair for somebody else
Scared that you might have been seen

I slipped down a flight of stairs
And my face must have looked so long
Cos even the tosser with the saxophone
Was asking me what's wrong
He said 'buddy, what is wrong?'

Honey why did you go
Behind the bunhouse?
Didn't you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head
With a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

Please won't you spare me the details
Before I get up and I go
Who was it that stabbed me in the back
Or do you think I ought not to know?

You see the way I was before we met
I was curled up in a shell
And if I'm not counting planes up in the sky
Then I'm falling down a well
I'm at the bottom of a well

Honey why did you go
Behind the bunhouse?
Didn't you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head
With a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

the thought of making another trip down to serene centre sickens me.
the thought that i spent 2 hours fighting with my mom/crying/deciding that i'm potentially crazy and should exercise basic common sense or tolerance because no matter what my promos are TOMORROW?!
the thought of a possibility of a brainblock during history scares me.
the thought of a possible outing on friday with the rest gives me something to look forward to.
the thought of a certain soldier-wannabe (no i'm not talking about you ceph.) pushes me to get my pen going.
the thought of myself missing church so often gets under my skin and is beginning to consume me.
the thought of starting a petition to remove PW from the JC system has crossed my mind for the 1089th time.
the thought of those two parallel lines still haunts me, and it probably will for a long time to come. i hope it doesn't haunt you, i don't think you think about it as much as i do, or as much as you did then, or as much as you did then and i did not. wheel of fortune indeed.
the thought of the 1zillionshowsandmoviesi'mgonnawatch makes me wanna squeal.
the thought of SKATING!!!!! yihui keeps popping up and talking about skating which makes me go :/
the thought of travel. bangkok. yes bangkok.

something for you guys if you're suffering from chronic depression.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XC2mqcMMGQ
:)


reminder to self: sister's birthday present. print EOM. stop stalking your own blog you crazy.. thing.

we seriously have to stop complaining that singapore doesn't stock cool music.
i even found the new young pony club in popular, amazing right.
had dinner yesterday night at grand asia @ odeon towers to celebrate uncle rennie's birthday,
he's a really great person (:
it's worth living a life like that, really.
anyway back to studying
bombaybicycleclub!

i'll never forget those two parallel lines