I could have loved you for an eternity

After all the "That's it's", "Have a good life's", "Goodbye's", and "Farewells", I still found myself writing down the cures for his bacne when I was browsing through a magazine.





Ohhh, pathetic. Somebody please slap me.

I don't express myself well.

I thought I could write out a post about how I felt, so maybe I would feel better after ranting. But I just couldn't.


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that's how I feel now. fucked up.

I thought I was the only one to think this, but apparently not.

was talking to a friend the other day and,

"we are in PERTH and we are fucking bored and in turn MIGHT BE MORE NEEDY THAN WE NORMALLY ARE"

-- amen to that, thank you very much. you just took the words right out of my mouth.

NOBODY CARES THAT WE HAVE NO FUCKING THING TO DO IN PERTH.

this song was written for me.

It's been a while since the two of us talked
About a week since the day that you walked
Knowing things would never be the same
With your empty heart and mine full of pain

So explain to me, How it came to this
Let's take it back to the night that we kissed
It was Dublin city on a Friday night
With vodkas and coke, I was gettin into somethin tonight

We were sitting with our backs against the world
Saying things that we thought but never heard
Who would have thought it would end up like this?

But everything we talked about is gone
And the only chance we have of moving on
Was trying to take it back before it all went wrong

Before the worst
Before we met
Before our hearts decided it's time to love again
Before today
Before too long
Let's try and take it back before it all went wrong

There was a time that we'd stay up all night
Best friends, yeah, talking til the daylight
Took the joys alongside the pain
With not much to lose but so much to gain

Are you hearing me? Cause I don't wanna miss
That you would drift on memory bliss
It was Grafton Street, on a rainy night
I was down on one knee and you were mine for life

We were thinking we would never be apart
With your name tattooed across my heart
Who would have thought it would end up like this?

Note to self.

MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE. MUST. NOT. CARE.

Just gotta take this huge block of ice and numb myself so I don't feel anything.

Now that I've said it, I don't want it

I check the letter box 2-3 times a day (which is much more than anyone should) in hopes I will get a little something. A little love from home.

It's been 3 days and nothing has arrived so I suppose nothing was sent to begin with. Sigh.
So shoot me for having expectations.



Excuse me for ranting, it has been on my mind for a while now. My fault for even thinking it.

Oh man, I really wanted to participate in the 40Hour Famine...

You know sometimes, I just wish I could chop off like 5 years from my age. I'm not saying that being 19 is so old. That's like thin people saying they're fat. Which totally revolts the hell out of me.
But, it's more of me envying the zest of these younger people in their attitudes towards blogging.

Over the years, I've found myself getting lazier and lazier to blog (which is really quite obvious judging by the scarcity of my posts).

I admire people who can take picture after picture (of themselves) and patiently upload them all on their post, and then, that's it. No point needed. Just wanted to show the whole world, stalkers and pedophiles alike, how they look like. Cause that's like, so essential right? You need your readers to know how you look like if not "IT'S SO IMPERSONAL!"

I'm not judging, by the way. It's totally your prerogative to post whatever you want in your own personal space, but personally, I've just become too lazy.

I wish I had more interesting things to blog about, rather than rambling on and on about nothing. To me, even clicking on "New Post" is such a chore. Mmmm.

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At least I gave it a shot :x

PS. I really can't stand all this FML shit. When it first came out, yeah it was kinda funny and entertaining. But now it's hit everyone like the plague. I'm just not into all this conformist trend-following shit. It annoys me.

And in case you didn't know what FML is. It stands for Fuck My Life. How intelligent.

I'm broken.

I just realised that me choosing to study in Perth, is like an international student choosing to study in Johor Bahru. Why the heck did I come to some deserted town when I could've gone to Melbourne or Sydney?

WHY IS MY LIFE SO FUCKED UP.

I need to blog more

So, 2nd week of the semester is coming to an end. How fast is that? Feels like just yesterday when I said goodbye to my parents at the airport, and was crying all the way back to my empty apartment. And then crying even more when I opened the door to the half-empty place I used to call home - one that I was pretty set on staying in for the long haul, if not for the sudden change in plans.

But oh well, life's like that. Things don't always turn out the way you want and expect them to be.

Anyway, I'm overloading my credits for this semester but I realise it's a pretty slack semester (for now, cause broadcast season hasn't started). I only have 1 assignment due for the whole month of September. Jealous? HAHA, don't be. When broadcast season starts, I'm gonna have to dedicate 7hours a day in a week for producing TV news. Sounds fun? Meh. I got word that my tutor is racist.

Class tomorrow at 2.30pm which is THA BOMBBBBBBB ;D It rocks cause all my other classes are in the morning this sem. Sucks.
Waking up at 7am in the morning is seriously no joke. Especially in this wintery +erratic weather. It's crazy lah seriously. Here, it rains for like, wait it POURS for like 2 minutes, then it stops for say 15 minutes, then POURS again, then stops and starts and......... you get it.
The weather Gods must be PMS-ing.


On another note.......

Living with a pre-teen has made life very colourful, in more ways than one. Often I feel like the nagging big sister which is something I've never really got to experience being the only child. I guess it brings out the youth in me as well. Just the other day I was watching him chat with his girlfriend, and all of a sudden I started reminiscing about those puppy love days... Back then, we never wanted to admit it was puppy love. Parents would always tell us it was, but we'd always deny it. But looking back now, hell yes it was puppy love. It's really cute though, how "in love" you can be or "act". Saying "I Love You's" after every few sentences... and calling each other pet names every chance you get. Everything's so carefree and easy... Now, we have to think of all these grown up problems which are NO FUN AT ALL.



Oh well... my attempt to blog casually has failed. Too much deep stuff. But I hope this satisfies whoever's been waiting for an entry in this idle blog.
Will be back soon, I hope. See y'all (:


PS. Why are less and less people blogging? I mean, the real substantial ones who actually have somthing to say. Not those bimbotic kinds that have mush for brains. Come back, you intellectual ones! BLOG!