Sitting, Waiting, and Watching Intently With Burning Eyes And A Fury To Match

just last night i got the best news ever! the kind that really turned the tables around and made me feel tons better

contrarily, this morning i got even worse news
like, yesterday’s good news i could have learnt to live without, but today’s bad news concerns my life in the bigger picture
and so it is highly likely that i have earned my own ruin by screwing things up (or not, that remains to be seen)
this anger is self-constructed and built on a ludicrous stupidity, the most unintelligent sort
that, and an atrocious internet connection

please don’t get any worse from here please please

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Search Party

see you there : )

love, The Superflies

Good Job Guys

1. g’s arrival – marked by “OMG ______ YOU LOOK LIKE FANN WONG! NO ZOE TAY!!!” and so the exclamation goes on and on, as loudly as you can possibly imagine
2. an obsession with getting the balloons
3. an even more overt obsession with the moose

4. doodling on the paper on the table
5. doodling and marcus and terrence had to draw some primary school kinda porn

6. having to shamelessly ask the waiter to serve the already complimentary birthday cake (yes fine germe thickskin.com)
7. talking/laughing/making plans/arguing/shh-ing at ten thousand decibels (think us during a normal break in the void deck)
8. prize/birthday cards presentation ceremonies in front of the moose
9. marcus’ description of Orchard Towers – 那个卖鸡卖鸭的 (the place that sells chickens and ducks)
10. me shoving the balloon into into somebody’s face (very literally such that he was so shocked he swatted the balloon away as he might an annoying fly) thinking he was marcus

not going back there for (at least) a month

Folds In Your Hands

today i had the best workout (so far) i’ve ever had in a long time! am mighty pleased : )

so lately life has been purposeless
not to say that i am suicidal or anything close, but it’s just that i now lack a Purpose; something to work towards, and for
today i felt a tiny fraction of how training used to be – all about pushing the limits and die-hard willpower
tiny fraction but nonetheless it made me miss the rigour of training, of working towards something together, the sense of empowerment and raging passion, the real and the tangible
it’s a bit frightening how as one ages you tend inevitably to lose most, if not all of this, this which you claim helped shape you into what you are today

wish i had something to Do

oh but what wouldn’t i do for some lovely chilled cranberry juice right now!

Love In Technicolour

BOWS!

an eclectic assortment

infantile imbecile

of upsets
1. nightmare – in which real demons came to life. it was truly terrifying, and still is
2. mee siam for lunch
3. as always, who
4. recurring insecurities – may the results slip get lost in the mail and the record get obliterated for no apparent reason which may hopefully warrant me a Free re-take

(not so) surprisingly these perhaps seemingly trivial matters got me extremely riled up
like so much angst in a stupid hormonal teenager, so much anger (slashed wrists and smudged eyeliner)
cannot wait to get out of this life
i absolutely, absolutely cannot. wait

(forever fourteen, thus this useless angsty post, who cares)

dear God, please help