He left a kitten in his place,
So that she wouldn't be lonely.

Seriously, people should stop making short climaxes and lousy endings for what is supposed to be a good plot.
Ridiculous ideas of kindness behind a cruel mask,

I like Foron. (:

Tsk, stupid story.
Shouldn't indulge.
.____________.

**

Edited:
LOL I'm in love with Broken Hearted Girl by Beyonce!
^^

swing swing ;
7:49 PM;

Longing..
.. for a window to look out from.

When I'm worn out from the passion and the drama,
I flop over to the sofa,

We sing a song,
fall asleep,

but I'm still tired.

**

PW's becoming a routineeeeeeee!
I don't like routine.
):

Just a few more laps,
When we reach the finishing line,

I'll be rid of one more routine.

We wouldn't hear the term "PW" anymore.

**

The passionate, sensitive, brooding, artist in me is coming out again, isn't it?

Maze,
bring me to a correct place.

I don't like dead ends anymore..

swing swing ;
11:16 PM;

Guts is important.
Having guts, I mean.

I regret the times I lack guts.

And I detest certain people who have no guts at the wrong time.
Ain't that sad?
Boohoo. Too bad.

**

Who gives a shit,
I don't.

I'll be here hunting ghosts,
preparing for the coming A level examination (PW, what else?),
and indulging in other stuff I deserve/ought to indulge in during the holidays.

And, aggression to those who come to stand in my way.
(Nah, you can't sit in my way as well. Nor can you kneel. Just get out of the way, please?)

swing swing ;
7:54 PM;

swing swing ;
12:25 AM;

Have been ROTTING on this bed for a long time now.
Apparently, working on PW couldn't completely correct the wrong of rotting in a bed for hours.

swing swing ;
7:16 PM;

It just hadn't sounded.. right.
Not enough.

As much as I would like to be out of character,
I know it'd be stupid.
But my subconscious ain't saving me from said stupidity.

I am rigid.
But I sure hope I can break away if I want to.
A bad routine involves bad habits.

Bad habits mean "Goodbye. Game over."

Nightmarish? Ha.

Shall watch MTV and its rubbish again.
Or the cartoons.
(:

Painting away..

swing swing ;
8:01 PM;

swing swing ;
6:54 PM;

Horrible fevers come at the worst of times for me, I swear.

Damn. Can't it come a few weeks later? -.-

Ah zzz, hope it doesn't get worse.

swing swing ;
1:29 PM;

My brain is possessed by fanfiction.

God help me now.

**

"I shore' am glad I wore my helmet,"
Wts.

Retarded stuffs are the boomz these days.

**

Am doing PW.
Countdowning to.. 3 days after 6 Nov.
Yay :D

swing swing ;
11:06 PM;

Sweet toxin,
renders me breathless.

I (stupidly) volunteered to restructure our WR.
but really, after hearing the cow moo her feedback for our WR,
the writer geek in me jumped at the chance to do something.

Heh. I'm making progress! So happy, for the first time, so hardworking.

Hardcore leh (:

**

Painter looked up at the sky and saw a looming purple.
Wonders if she's alright after all.
She's still on her way to regain full control of her life.

Trailing around in circles (yes, concentric circles)
is not doing her any good.

Doesn't like feeling lost anymore.

Thank god for second chances,
cus there's hope after all.

Confused,
but she refuses to break.
[inserts smiley face]

**

You never know what you have till it's gone.
What a line,
What a dramatic line.

True, still.

Maybe one day I'd be able to experience true loss and feel the overwhelming pain, too.
Not that I'd want to, but feeling so numb and unfeeling is not what I want.

I'm a human too.
A human with a heart, I hope.

swing swing ;
8:20 PM;

Silence died. I'm worn out visiting its grave every second of the day.

**

Saw my current dream phone in action today. Had to take a millisecond or so to stop eyes from popping out. Gazed at the poor unsuspecting girl with something that resembled one of my fiercest glare.

Hey, it'll be my first pink phone.
Surely THAT's something to feel anticipation for?

**

Pink sky today. Never thought I'd live to see this day. Lol.
I mean, the painter may be imaginative, but pink for a damn emotion might be going a little too far.

I feel like such a GIRL.
(That came out wrong. OF COURSE I am a girl. -.-)

Ah,
am incoherent again.
Shall wish really badly for me NOT to screw up on 6th Nov, OP.

Hmm,
love to talk to you,
pink-toenailed, mascara-clad, bracelet-donning darling.
But a break please. Or you might see something in my eyes you don't wanna see.
Feeling something your behaviour's causing.
And it's disbelief.

swing swing ;
8:33 PM;

swing swing ;
1:14 AM;

It's the calm after the storm,
and trust me,
I feel very calm indeed.

Indifferent is what I should be.
Emotions make you tired.

Don't really know what's up and what's down,
Don't really know if I've grown more mature or more immature every single day.

But towards the end,
wounds would stay,
but I'd concentrate on better things,
I should.

You think I'm damn hopeless,
I think you're damn clueless.

Sigh, need to go out soon.
But the anti-social side of me is setting in,
again.
Ruins my day, really, it does.
*Nods firmly and sadly to myself*

Red Specs, I'm just gonna delay your recovery for a little while,
I hope you don't blame me.
I do love you, but Black Specs here as your replacement is doing just fine.
Wish you good luck getting your arm back.

The sky is of a numbing green,
The painter rests her case.

swing swing ;
10:45 AM;

K.O once I reached home.
My body likes to become a pig one day. It needs practice, apparently.

Slept till.. 930?
Woke up and wanted mango pudding.
Told my mom, and she screeched something when translated to our language sounded like "WHAT THE HELL?! ARE YOU FREAKING PREGNANT?!"

I guess I am.
Zoey Ang has a new responsibility now.
xD

Smosh is great. Great humour.
I love retarded humour,
cynical humour,
just about whatever humour there is.
Duh.

Hmm,
today had been a yellow day,
and then the yellow had darkened.
Lol.

I broke my specs.
Thank god I have my black pair.
The red one was my favourite though.

My skin's lightly coloured now.
It was tough not to give in to instincts,
but I succeeded.

I love adrenaline.
Gives me power,
gives me control.
Something I haven't had in a very long time.

I'm still struggling with above mentioned instincts.
Just one hit on the head. Why not.
Because it isn't healthy, that's why not.

Make myself see reason.

If civilised we can't be,
barbarians I don't mind being.

I mean, I'm only human, right?

swing swing ;
10:59 PM;

And she's talking on the phone again,
And I feel the same familiar feeling of dread.

Maybe if I just closed my eyes,
everything would simply go away.

Ah,
jaded.

swing swing ;
9:21 PM;

I think I may be upgrading my status to Sleeping Beauty
(Or rather, Sleeping Ugly.)

Couldn't wake up on Friday morning.
Friday, gods.
Was having a terrible headache as usual,
so I was kinda off, for the whole day.

Of course, there were some periods of time when I high-ed for awhile,

(Dull ache can't be cured.)

ANYWAY,
I kinda slept from.. 11 last night?
Till.. 2pm today.

Lol. Can go and die.
First time sleep so much.

My sleeping patterns have gone bonkers.

I've realised I need shoes.
A pair of flats aka Cinderella shoes (Winks at Gohjiayi)
and another pair of high heels (Grins.)
Has taken a sudden liking to long shirts plus tights,
And my fashion tastes are still fluctuating like crazy.

(Some days, I do dress ugly so that it fits my mood, after all.)

Hmm,
I'm really out of it.
Wish I could go back in.

I shall change my ways. I guess.

swing swing ;
11:40 PM;

Shit, headaches, PW and lectures don't match, seriously.

I'm not gonna beat myself up anymore over the mistakes I'm constantly making.
Gotta find another approach to solve this problem.

Today was supposed to be the real test,
to make myself work, or at least do something beneficial.
Like, sleep, for example. God knows how much of that I've been missing out on.
I feel like a freaking zombie.

(Mmm, don't act responsible liao ar. Too late. Don't make empty promise..)

Yea, I'm talking to myself again. That's what my blog is for, so don't give me attitude over this.

Uhm, where was I..

So.. I think my blog's dying.

Wanna revive it?
Give me inspiration to write.
Give me motivation.

Z.

swing swing ;
12:07 AM;

Oh come now,

Tsk.

swing swing ;
10:13 PM;

War.
We're fighting this pointless war.

I'm tired,
but shrugs-
What else could I do?

Hmm..

swing swing ;
7:30 PM;

my eyes painnnnnnnnnnn
but nahs, i don't really care.
:DDD

had fun with my pw group today. and once again i thank my lucky stars i have wonderful team members. they made my sunday yellow :D
i use colours to represent emotions now. and yellow's definitely a good colour (:
(pretty rare for any day to be yellow, if you'd ask me)

comeon, you've gta admit, i have the best pw group ever. i mean, they didn't even scold me for screwing up the report's conclusion, twice. i think i'll stop trying to work at 3 in the morning. my brain can't take that shit, it'll completely not remember to save the file, and then i end up with a screwed half report.

so, geri, shanice, zoey, zikang,
i love you people k <3

survey monkey not student friendly anym ): it doesn't like me! boo.

at least i got to show off my winter melon, bittergourd and four ORANGES pomelo. and my unusually inactive terrapin/turtle whatever.

CAN GO CREATE SOME BARN BUDDY CRAZE HERE AT MY HOUSE BALCONY :D

yellow yellow yellow day.
im gna include the poems of everyone who contributed into the column.
they are such great people.

it's times like this when i wonder why i could ever be depressed.
like, hey, life's good, thus far :D

ah, i think im gna go hug smth now. just feel really happy :D

swing swing ;
9:38 PM;