It's hard to lay low..

...When you're as addicted to the Net as I am. :)

Wow, I haven't updated in decades... In fact, I had to be reminded that I even have a blog.

Shame on me! *slaps self on head*

Anyway- I didnt really have a proper post all planned out, but I feel terrible guilty for having neglected my dear little slightly-retarded brainchild. :)

Anyway- while I rack my brains & come up with a more serious post- here's a video I found which never ceases to amaze me. I would love to hear these two in person :D

Enjoy!


Nathan "Flutebox" Lee and Beardyman @ Google, London

Stay tuned!

Playground Tussles to Wistful Daydreams

Warning: Mildly suggestive content/ Adult language.
That means that if you would like to remain the goody-two-shoes you are, STFU & GTFO. kthx.

Remember the little years? In middle school, where boys had cooties and the word 'sex' was a surefire giggle-inducer?

Where you show her you sorta think she's cool by pulling her ponytail and chasing her around the playground?

When you show him you sorta think he's pretty cool himself by throwing stuff at him & putting his hair into little pigtails?

When simple sentences like 'hey, let's go do that thing we're meant to do' didnt make you think "lolol kay *dirtythoughts* "?

Where water-fights & throwing paint or mud on each other was innuendo-free?

When EVERYTHING was innuendo-free?

I miss the glory days. I really do.

Now...urgh, it's messed up right? It's all a competition nowadays. Like, 'Pishhh, I've had more boyfriends than YOU', or 'OMG lololol how far have YOU gone?' or 'Dude you're SUCH a fuh-reak- bang someone already' & the like.

What? I mean, seriously? Why are they making something that is supposed to be special & exciting so... mainstream? & mundane? I will do whatever I fucking want to. I don't need to be pressured into doing something that sleazy & drastic to 'fit in with the right crowd' or 'be cool'.

& admittedly- it's hard not to give in sometimes. Like, you delude yourself into thinking that "Hmm, maybe they're right- that if all I need to do to be more of a normal/cool human being is to be shallow & insincere- then so be it."

No. Just NO.

Just THINK a minute before the pants come off, whydontcha? I'm not trying to put a damper on the frivolities (believe me, I don't do that) or anything- but you're eventually going to hit yourself on the head & be like 'stupidstupidstupid that was SUCH a mistake' or something of the sort. You've done it before, I've done it before. Everyone has.
Doesn't mean it wont be different the next time if you do the same thing. Save yourself the regret already!
But hey, that depends on opinion I suppose.

Hmm. Doesn't EVERYTHING depend on other people's opinion nowadays?
Out with originality & sincerity- In with insecurity.


-Special shoutout to Shrey... just to prove that I can indeed multitask. :D

I'm not dead!

..Relief, no? *big goofy grin*

I actually don't have any purpose for writing this- but then again when do I ever?

Am at French class right now. Wrong time to be blogging but I've had quite enough of parler-ing & écouter-ing for one day. Three hours of not understanding jack if what's going on in class will do that to you.

Ahhh it feels good to write something other than an exam paper. Even though it has no purpose.
But I'm sick of purpose- screw purpose! Why can't I do something just because I feel like it- & NOT just do it because it might be beneficial?

I want to run around screaming as loud as I can. I want to draw. I want to dance. I want to throw my books in the air. I want to cut the CCTV camera wires (haha ;D) & I want to go absolutely mad.

Being chained to my books is like torture.

Oh crap, he's looking this way-

Yeah, I'd better get going. Oh well, back to the monotony. *deep sigh*

Love Is?

I've been tagged! :P
& meh... I'm terrible at declarations of love.
But I shall do my best.

Okay, then.

Love is...

what the shy guy tells himself when he tries to find the guts to start a conversation.

when the sweetest guy in the world spent all his money on the most beautiful necklace on me, even though I didnt deserve it. :)

When your friend sends you an anonymous rose on Valentines so that you don't feel like the loser you may be (haha)

When your mum lets you watch a Bones marathon instead of studying after a really bad day.

when Hodgins makes the words Be My Love out of sushi & phospherescent fish-bacteria for Angela.

when a friend laughs with you- not at you- when you burst into tears after watching the above-mentioned.

Spiked Coke smuggled in on your last day.

When your friends throw you a surprise party with ice cream.

When your friend gives up the swing for you when you ask.

When they try as hard as they can to keep in touch.

When they try as hard as they can to make amends when they've made a colossal mistake (not that amends were made.)

your mum. No, really.

When a guy helps out this frog who swallowed a Christmas light still alight.

When your grandma flatly refuses to accept that you don't want a birthday present :)

A big, big Nutella sandwich.

finding something dirty in the dumbest sentence & laughing like hyenas over it.

A big, big bowl of ice cream.

Breakfast in bed!

not caring about looks, talent or material things. Not caring if you swear like a sailor, have temparamental hair, laugh too much, don't fit in with the right crowd.

A big steamy mug of hot chocate with orange peel, cinnamon & marshmallows.

Sometimes overrated.

Blind.

Wierd.

Incomprehensible.

When your English teacher doesn't cut marks for spelling errors. (Not that kind of love!)

So close yet beyond my reach.


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Psychoscribbles by Me

Meh, it sure beats Math.

Notes:

• The last one isn't clear, I know. It's too light to edit too. :(
• The guitar girl was totally drawn around the guitar, so that's why SHE looks highly retarded.
• The group picture is an attempt at drawing my friends :P it didnt come out too bad..
• my goth people are yucky, i know. I like his hair, the end. ^^
  

Wiser, but still clueless.

"Welcome, giant pansies. Please feel free to bask in my glow." - King Julian, Madagascar.

Hahaha, couldnt resist adding that! I laughed for a full 2 minutes. Thanks for reminding me about it, Li'l Miss Sarcy!

Well, I don't really have anything in mind to say- I just thought my blog looked lonely. I was planning to write a huge essay on my hideous life, but then I accidentally walked into a door & I forgot all what I did today. All I remember is that I had a Nutella sandwich.

Mmm. Nutella.

So, I'm going to rant about something that's been bothering my friends & I for quite some time.

Er, I dont think introductions are really necessary. Just read my previous blogpost & you'll know what I'm talking about.

Yup, you got it. Backstabbers.

& not just you're average backstabber, who will at the most spread a scandalous rumour about you. No, this is about the very worst kind of backstabber.

The Best-Friend Backstabbers. The poisonous ones who prefer to get as close as possible to their prey, & then begin their little sting operation. Or the ones who are driven mad by jealousy or whatever & will stop at nothing to feel the satisfaction of breaking someone using cheap, underhanded methods-

Okay, yeah, I'm losing it. Don't want to end up with my foot in my mouth, so I'll cut short that description.

Anyway- I've gone through my fair share of people like this. That girl in grade 4 who used to plague me in class because I'm slow in Math (until I locked her in a cupboard. Shhh dont tell her, she doesn't know it was me.) , My ex- friend in grade 7 who made my life an acute misery just because she could.

& now, my so-called best friend who apparently 'loves me oh-so-much & misses me so much she cant even describe.' has torn apart my life completely.

I badly want to yell to the whole world what exactly she did & how much it hurts, but I really dont think that'll be too productive. The person in question is the most volatile bitch you'll ever meet, & I dont want more trouble than she's already cooked up for me.

Okay, pause for a moment. I'm not bitching- I'm just trying to give you all a heads-up in case you think something like that's happening to you too. I wouldn't be surprised- lots of stuff like that is going around. As I recently discovered, Shibby has been going through the same thing too (you can read about it here.)

Back to the point- doesnt it absolutely SUCK? I cant think of another way to describe it. It SUCKS that the one person who you think really understands you just goes and botches everything up for their own entertainment. It SUCKS that they befriended all your friends just to turn them against you. It SUCKS that you (I dont mean you, I mean me. But roll with me here) realised this way too late & can do sweet nothing about it now.

It just plain SUCKS.

Now I know why so many people have trust issues.

But what do you do about it? Does anyone know? I think someone needs to hold my hand & spell it out for me, because I sure as heck dont see a way out of this.

In the mean time, I'll probably write more angry poetry and rant like a itchy monkey. Cant think of anything better to do,

Argh, dont even mention studying. Circle theorems can just kiss my ass, for I cannot cope with more information than necessary being poked into my head with the pointy end of a marker.

Do I hear a hot fudge sundae calling out to me?
Maybe not, but it's worth investigating.

Ciao!

Backstabber.

A smile in the corridor
A hey! and a hug
it brightened up my mornings
was that like a drug?

hours seemingly well-spent
talking about secrets
i trusted you with the moon and stars
i would've never thought you'd leak it

i blamed myself for the carnage
that you wreaked upon my life
but you're as sly and deceptive
as a double-sided knife

What made you do this?
The jealousy and the hate?
where did it even come from?
i saw through you much too late

but the deed is done- i hope you're happy
that my life is in shambles
You're supposed to be my best friend
not a poisonous thicket of brambles

thanks to you, my world is shattered
the hate is always around
you corrupted the people that i loved
being along is like being drowned.

and yet i cannot let go of it all
The memories; there are a million
but, hey, the game is over now
I'm tired of your illusion.

So go ahead, deny what you did.
But it really doesn't matter
Coz you will remain forever more
my ex-best friend, Backstabber.