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no rest for the wicked.


Generally intolerant and deathly allergic to stupidity. I tend to repeat myself, I tend to repeat myself, and I like food, clean shaven pits and interesting nail polish shades.

As usual, if IQ is below 10 :


Adnan ; Amos(anus); Collin; David; Derek; Desiree; Faris; Grace; Homan ; Issac; Joanna; Joe Lee ; Jolene ; Joseph; Lilin; Lydia; Peixin; Qinyi; Yvonne ; Ziying



.My mama told me there would be days like this...{ Sunday, January 11, 2009 }

Hello. I am 19. Next year i'll be friggin ancient. I hope to do something productive with my life by then. Perhaps i could finally set up my blogshop. Or go into Product Design at NTU.

I hate that i'm uncertain about my future. How many people actually get a job they're happy doing? I want to be happy. I don't wanna be a desk monkey and slave away on paper work while my brain slowly digests itself.

Jeez. Okay this is too much to think about in the morning.

So anywayyyyyyyyyyy i'm hungry. And i have not been content/happy for a long time. But the bus ride home yesterday was (i have no words for that feeling). We trash talked and tried our hardest to laugh quietly while trying not to explode - just like we used to, before we both got caught up in school and work and schoolwork. I wish there could be more days like that.

Mahjonged with my siblings yesterday - my brother was raping everyone while my sister was being particularly crazy. Like dorky-dancing-waving-hands-in-air-exorcist-spasms kinda crazy. ROFL. i know no one will believe me though. I really need to video her in her spasticfanstastic state rofl rofl. then everyone will know the real yvonne and she will probably try to forcefeed me her salty toes. Don't ask me how i know they are salty. *shudder*

Rofl. Oh and i thought of a crazy idea for our 2nd year anniversary but i'm not sure if i can pull it off. I know it's mostly the guy who plans but but homan does't know how/like to plan so i think i'll try to plan it instead of being sad and mopey and disappointed when he doesn't. At least I know it'll turn out good because i'll be the one planning it rofl.

Omg i need to shit. How is that possible? I'm starving and i need to shit wtf is happening @(!*#(@#