crushed.

i am so exhausted. i have no idea why. but i just am. i haven't done loads of homework and i'm not getting enough sleep. anyway so, tomorrow is ujiantara. awesome. no, really. i haven't ran for ages and i really want to. anyway, impromptu next week. and lots of crud really. i have my theory exam on the 12th for which i am throughly screwed for. and i mean SO SCREWED.

oh and ian, if you're reading this, remember to print my goddamn poem, for hell's sake. it's bad enough that i have to hand it in in your name. just remember to print it alright? rawr.

this is a short post.

trixie,

cows.

well saturdays are always busy days. today more so because of ian's open house thing. well got there late. like after french. with wengyee and wengyan. and it was raining. joy oh joy. ate, watched lion dance-which mind you, was really, really loud, then went up to gamble. for a while. i got a few pictures for moral project thing. i'll post them. soon. when i upload them. i will. promise.

anyway, blackjack, in between, learned how to play cow. haha. and then chotaiti. i swear, i never knew that you couldn't end with a ti. call me a sore loser or whatever. i'm just a teensy bit peeved. rawrrr.

i am bloody hungry right now and i can't sleep. so that's why i'm blogging. yeah well. have tons; truckloads of unfinished work. due monday. so screwed. arrrghh. and i can't bring myself to do it. lazy lots.

trixie,

lemon tribute.

a tribute to my lovely lemons. everybody say bye bye now. :P

lemons are lucky. yes they are.

i just love snapple. don't you?

okay, call me jobless, but the bottle was just so awesome. i brought it home. but i don't know where it is now...

oh yeah. this was in china okay. right. nevermind.

trixie,

bass guitars and blisters.

well, i'm playing bass for our class band. and get this, i don't know how. amazing isn't it? we are so screwed. i don't know why we bother. and now my fingers are all blistered. i am still putting all blame on junlin and his inane reluctance to play bass. rawr.

i have this bass guitar and an amp crowding my room; as if it isn't small enough. yes i am complaining and ranting. so sue me. i'm allowed a tantrum once in a while. i'm super dee duper behind in school work. but oh well.

all in all, in a nut shell, in short, technically; i'm totally screwed. wheee.

trixie,

tagboard-ing.

i am on the lookout for a tagboard. the ones i've found are all ugly. so, in the mean time, i talk to myself. and you can talk to yourself. we can all chat with the voices in our heads.

trixie,

penny for your thoughts?

i'm just going to post here so i can get opinions from others. paramount poem thingie, people. am rather proud of it. if i do say so myself. haha. check it out.

Paradise Lost

This is the tale of two souls,
who both together make one whole.
A boy and a girl,
her, his diamond and him, her pearl.

In the desert of her mind,
where no water she could find;
he was her oasis.
Something, someone she would sorely miss.

Lying in this island's sun,
she knew she would never want to run
away from this lovely paradise;
Nothing better would suffice.

For endless hours she would bask,
hidden behind her lover's mask.
She never thought it wouldn't last,
or even that it would end so fast.

Little birds were all a‘twitter,
a never-ending sea that glittered.
She was there inside his heart
they both hoped they would never part.

In this paradise there was a waterfall,
and a bright blue sky above it all.
Never a rain cloud there was in sight
all there was, was warm sunlight.

One faithful morning the sun was gone,
and she was left alone to mourn.
Death had took her lover away,
a single gunshot that month of May.

A bleak, black darkness she was left with,
she kept telling herself it was only a myth.
Her friends and family shook their heads,
for she would not leave his deathbed.

She wouldn't believe he was gone forever,
"He wasn't dead. No! Never!"
Her mistakes were the just cause,
she couldn't run away from the law.

She never thought that it would cost,
her beautiful loving paradise; lost.
She knew that it was all her fault,
so she took her life without a doubt.

A truly sad and tragic tale,
that ended in an agonizing wail
of pain, remorse, regret and sorrow.
For her there would be no tomorrow.

END

so, what do you think? i just love writing about death.

trixie,

should i even?

well, i've got blogspot. and i'm really proud and all 'cause this layout is original. yeaaap. i made it. all by myself. but you know me. look at me lemons. yeap. pretty much dead and all. so i don't know. maybe i just shouldn't bother making another blog. i am a very terrible blogger after all. well... i really don't know. maybe i should just.. try. rawr. goodbye dear blogdrive? i don't know. i'm a born indecisive person. you tell me.

trixie,