mother

fucker

Sharks

SO YOU THINK MONEY CAN’T BUY HAPPINESS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?!?!?!?!?!?!
DO YOU REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

FOOL

LOOK HOW HAPPY MONEYMAN IS!!!

also just to add, i don’t give a shit if you think money cannot buy happiness!!!
THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK!

Most Pulp

unbeatable! real! earthly! pulpalicious! goodness!

always go nuts over this

Destitution (Or So You Think)

because i wound up with a really shitty timetable for the semester (my own foolishness, i admit) i had to resort to appealing for two modules which i really want to take, and in all gratefulness i got them both

although

Dear WOO TZE SHUN,

The following module has been allocated to you:

Module Code: PS3251
Module Title: International and Regional Organisations

Your Program account is now bankrupt.

yes i actually agreed to bankruptcy so that i can do the modules i want hahahahahahaha

do tune in next semester, my lovely readers, for some bitching about insufficient/non-existent points (better work my ass off for these self-inflicted poverty woes)
meanwhile it is time for some celebratory Häagen-Dazs Belgian Chocolate ice-cream! whoo

To-Do: A Bigger Plan

very fed up that school is starting

very, very fed up indeed

edited:
just two weeks ago i was suffering from insomnia, and being some sort of a cyberchondraic (of course, Wiki the world) i tried to figure out the causes and cures for this online, which obviously surfaced as a cause for alarm because in a nutshell it indicated that i had/have an Anxiety Disorder : O
and then i fell sick and sleep became a deep and heavy narcortisation which was great except they came with very warped dreams (say, about two ah lians demanding that i buy a bun from them upon which i was really insistent on defying, etcetcetc really you have no idea)
these nights it’s all about acoustic, acoustic and more acoustic – and then sleep gets a lot more easier (and hopefully earlier)

amid all the banes in life i have to say that i am thankful for good friends and good music

but i also have this to say – i don’t like (my) mediocrity
and lack of direction, or going in all directions
and resistance

so many things i wish i had and have in my capacity to act upon with real, physical, tangible actions with great, big, awesome consequences

hey love, where you going to?
you’re not sleeping anymore, you’re just trying to
stay love, where you running to?
awful happens all the time, don’t let it kill you

Good Night, and Good Luck

These Are Pieces You Left Behind

not sure if it’s the sore throat/flu or the live acoustic bootlegs (whoo check that out Bootleg) of Ben Gibbard (awesome, awesome stuff – please come back i promise i’ll do anything to be there)

but the cloudy mornings/afternoons of late sure are awfully nostalgic