Chain Letters

I think I know why shit is happening to me.

It must be because of all the chain letters I've ignored since I was 14. The curses must be cumulative.

On a much brighter note, introducing... the Duct Tape Guys! Finally, someone else who thinks that duct tape or gaffer tape is the best thing ever invented.

Words come up empty.

And he forgot those that knew him from before.

'I wanna live/
I wanna love/
but it's a long hard road/
out of hell'

The Slow Burnout.

My daily horoscope said that I should just chill out for a while coz apparently I've been working too hard.

Hah. No.

I've finally found true joy; when I'm so busy that I don't even think about anything else. My whole being is committed to that task and I wouldn't care less even if the building collapsed around me.

The current team I'm working with is really a pleasure to work with. Absolutely fucking amazing. 4 shows in a day and we cleared them all. Ace work.

I like work. I like work a lot.

Ahhh. Bliss.

I had better not burn out too fast coz I'll be fucked if I do.

Fuck it.

The A Team.

Haven't been blogging much lately. I don't know, I seem to have stuff stuck inside me which I can't get out.

Probably just don't want people to know about them.

If my status on MSN is away, or busy, then I'm probably still there and not busy, just that I don't wanna speak to anybody, which is almost all the damn time. So please, if I don't msg you, do us all a favour and don't waste your time on me. Thank you.

Unless of course your name is Sara and you hardly come online, then you can initiate a conversation. Close friends are a maybe. Depends on who.

Gah.

Emptiness Becomes.

Got a new game plan. After all this shit, I think I'm ready to spread my wings.

I believe that hardwork, cigarettes, and coffee will get me through.

Ole.

"You've changed."

"Like how?"

"Become more cold. I dunno. More numb? Like robot."

"Maybe, but it sure as hell keeps me going."

Eyepoppin.

I haven't blogged in the longest time, neither have I been taking pictures. Blame it on the pointless stuff which I've been forced to do.

Lots of things which I want to say but I've figured that nobody really bothers anyway so what's the point.

K bye.

Heh.

Sometimes I sink into a bad mood with no reason at all and I can't get out of it, and neither do I want to because it feels so good to feel so down.

24601.

Even after so many years, Les Miserables still hasn't lost its hold over me.

Fantastic music, engaging storyline, and vivid characters...

Really, I ask for nothing more.

I'm so happyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

"...And so Javert you see it's true,
that man bears no more guilt than you.
Who am I?
TWO FOUR SIX OH ONEEEEEEEEE!"

-Jean Valjean.

w00t.

2.10am and I'm gonna start on my paper.

Wonderful!


Rod and the Kaleidoscopic Butterfly feat. indie. Edited by Cherieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Weeeee.

I hate procrastination but here I am procrastinating on my term paper. Everytime I open up Microsoft Word, I groan and close it. Clicking on 'Play GTA3: Vice City' seems so much of a better idea.

I've got so much films I want to watch but no time and no money to.

Bangkok Dangerous,
Iron Ladies 1&2,
Beautiful Boxer (wtf is with the thai films),
Raising Victor Vargas,
Goodbye Lenin,
The Boy who plays on the Buddhas of Bamiyan
Se7en,
Moulin Rouge (Amazingly I've not watched this yet)
My Fair Lady (I wanna watch it again)
Closer,
Million Dollar Baby,
Howl's Moving Castle.

Fuck okay this is depressing. NO MONEYYYYY NO TIMEEEEEEEE GIMME MONEYYYY GIMME TIMEEEEEEE.

Watched Team Ameria: World Police 2 days back and really, it quite disappointed me. Definitely not worth $8.50. 5 bucks maybe. Trey Parker and Matt Stone should really stick with Southpark.

3 tests coming up in the next week, 1 term paper due, 1 edit due, it's sunday night, and I haven't even started on anything yet. This is so, very, very, fucked up.

Heh :D

Find some time to scream.

I can't wait to go to Cambodia. I need to get away from the people that's closest to me.

They've changed so much that I cannot understand them any longer. Fuck that.

I don't want to think. I just want to do it.

The re-edit.

*re-edit
I took down my previous entry because it was stupid and impulsive and said out of anger.

I'll just keep on trying.

There's no point in being fucked up to people when they're fucked up to you because it's just another vicious cycle.

This cycle will end with me.

Papa Cock.

Not dead yet!

Imma fuckin roach. You can't kill me.

Unless of course I kill myself.

Then that one no count.