Trap

Oh, blog. Hi. Just a quick update since I am up at 7 AM on a public holiday with no real plans other than to paint my nails a different colour from what I'd usually paint them. Some things I could do: get my hair trimmed, eat yogurt, read Russh, update my iTunes....

I had a time crisis a few days back. It's ridiculous that I still haven't gotten a grasp on the nature or concept of time. (Wth happened to May??) I should start planning my hamburger costume for Halloween if I want to celebrate it at the end of October like most Americans, instead of on some random day in November.

Dedicated most of my time to finishing up my school term. Now, I'm quite relieved that the term has more or less drawn to a close because it's left me frustrated and pessimistic and defeated (triple whammy), even though what I want to and should be is happy and alive. I'm constantly being told by the media that these feelings of dissatisfaction and emptiness are fueled by much bigger, underlying issues in my life. Perhaps lately, I've been consuming too much of the wrong kind of soda, listening to the wrong songs, and also shopping for all the wrong labels. I don't think many people realise how much effort it takes to filter through what we should and shouldn't believe. On some days, I'll mindlessly swallow all that is told to me and accept that I'm not good enough without an Apple product or this season's Chanel clogs.

I made my mom cry at breakfast yesterday. (Unintentionally.) Better than never, I mumbled an "I'm sorry" 7 hours later. She's still pretending that she cannot see me so I'm going to lie down next to her and try to make her laugh, which is necessary, because that would mean I'd been forgiven and that she loves me again.

Anyway, I think I'll go on adventure later on in the day. I should probably call Shaun first- at a reasonable time like 4 PM- because it can be dangerous to go on an adventure alone. Shaun is a more levelheaded person than I am, which means he's very much in control of his emotions, doesn't get upset as quickly or as easily as I do, and makes logical decisions. He also jaywalks much better than I do, which is why we hold hands whenever we cross streets. We hold hands while walking along streets and in shopping malls as well, but with motives that I feel have nothing to do with safety.

There are other reasons why I'd call Shaun, too, reasons much more poetic but just as authentic. Hopefully, I find another day to share them with you.

Gtg. Have a good weekend..

Pure

Hello good people.

Just like how my fighting fish, hamsters and rabbit all died many years ago due to profound disinterest and negligence on my part, so too have most of my cozy friendships. In a weak effort to restore (possibly even reconstruct) the bridges that carelessness has eroded and time has worn, I spent my entire evening drawing graffiti on people's walls on Facebook. Hopefully after this I will have everyone that I care about back in my life- if not real, at least virtual.

Anyway, as someone possessing a naturally paranoid disposition, compounded by social factors that make it appear not only possible but also probable that other (cunning, evil, and fat) girls are trying to steal Shaun away from me, I can't help but think that other (cunning, evil, and fat) girls are trying to steal Shaun away from me. Hiiiii- ya!!! (Karate chop.)

Asked more to myself rather than to elicit any real answer, can and should they be blamed when Shaun, with his vintage leather bag slung over his ectomorphic body and witty words, is suave, charming and irresistible? (Heh, I'm so lucky!)

I have to go now, bye! Depending on my memory's limitations and imagination's nudgings, I may or may not write more on this. Take care!!

Aurora

What up. I've squandered too many days being angry at the way my past is always annoyingly and successfully inserting itself into my present, but for the most part of the time that I hadn't written here, I was engrossed with Shaun and school work, interspersed with trivial worries about what colour to polish my nails for the weekend. Anyway, the sun has been so relentless in its efforts to transform anything alive into a festering variant of beef jerky in the last couple of weeks, that I almost want to idolize and worship anything below 25°C- air conditioning system, glass of banana smoothie, stick of Magnum ice cream, swimming pool, etc.

Amidst the frenzy surrounding 'Fried Food Wednesday' in the school canteen at recess, I failed to defend my brown rice after Zac made a comment about children in Africa eating more satisfying lunches than I do. This garnered conspiratory giggles from everyone at the table. Convinced that I'd been conned by the 60- something year old vendor, whose skin- leathery, tanned to permanence, but not in an unflattering way- reminded me of my own late grandfather's, I was too vexed about being served less vegetables than what I had paid for. Thus, I now have serious reservations about my ability to spearhead the Brown Rice Movement.

Cya!!