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Wednesday, December 15, 2010 1:36 PM

oh my god i am like so damn cranky now zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

kind of just want to roll around and whine and throw tantrums and bite things in a green room at a neutral temperature of 24 deg c, fueled by guacamole and crackers and sushi. am totally supposed to be at el lunch, instead i'm house sitting while the part time maid and painter does maiding and painting. and the painter was supposed to be here at 10 in the morning mind you, but he came parading in at 12 plus w.t.f. and i was totally unceremoniously woken up too with loud exclamations of "WAKE UP THE PAINTERS ARE COMING" at 9 am.


WHAT IS LIFE. _|_

oh and was totally kicked out of the house to buy lunch (none of which was MINE) at 12 noon IN THE HOT SUN which resulted in SWEATING in my fugly giordano junior t-shirt and rabbit boxers. and then while in the lift having ran into my sec 1 cousin, the woman who lives on the 12th floor asked me "oh you went to find your classmate?" with reference to my sec 1 cousin.

HI. i am soooooo sick of people mistaking me for a child. it's so annoying! in my tour group in usa, some woman thought i was 11. on the plane back from san francisco to taiwan, the air stewardess asked me if i wanted a toy. while being mistaken for being 13 is not as devastating as the other 2 incidences, it is still as annoying. what does anyone have to do to tell the world HI I AM 17 AND NO YOUNGER?!?!?!

so now i'm gross and i didn't wash my hair last night but its 1.57 pm, such an odd timing to bathe! i do not like to bathe at random times. it's either morning/night. and washing of hair should be done only ONCE a day and at night after a day out. and faces should only be washed twice a day. it annoys me when my bathing routine is disrupted which it has been for the past few days. if there's one thing i'm anal about, it's washing my hair and face. coz to keep hair/skin healthy, they shouldn't be washed too many times a day! it strips them of their natural oils that moisturizes them!! this! paragraph! is! so! irrelevant! and! banal! ! ! ! !

oh my god and the people upstairs are drilling some shit. hate. the. sounds. of. renovation.

makes me wanna punch people and bite things.

and theres nothing good on tv. seriously, Nickelodean, there's only so many repeated episodes of spongebob squarepants one can take. and Disney, mr bean is Freaky Freaky Freaky i suggest immediate cancellation of the program.

just 2 more hours to go before da mudder comes home and i can LEAVE. BORED.

revel in my boredom for it has brought me here.

but nobody comes here.

cuz nobody's home~ i wanna go home~ blah. song that has been stuck in my head all day.

speaking of songs, most amazing song EVER. as youtube commenters like to say, i have been "raping" the replay button.






embedded for its awesomeness.

seriously. sam tsui singing the first verse gives me the shivers man, especially "my lover, my life, my baby, my wife" *squeals* and of course omg christina grimmie is hot as! love the distortion

WAI SO TALENTED.

oh! and to whoever out there who's still reading my blog, go to the popular fair at suntec! IT. IS. AWESOME. the lost symbol for 11.90, buy 2 books get 1 free etc. carted home 12 books and now i need a new bookshelf. (the lost symbol is so damn addictive, finished it in a few days)

i feel like me blogging right now is very much Me talking to Myself and pretending that Myself has a separate personality and does not know all the crap i've been thinking about already.

meow.



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