stop having so much fun

You know Beyonce is laughing too much before she sleeps when she's having sweet dreams and beautiful nightmares.

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It's 4am and I'm awake and grumpy.
I will satisfy myself with Dessert Muscat
And UBER SWEET White Chocolate Cake.

Australia, I love thee.

i love to go awandering

And in exactly 20 days, I will be sitting my pretty ass on a flight seat aboard Qantas Airlines and flying home.

I gotta admit, I'm excited and yet not looking forward to it. Maybe I've been hanging around here on my own for so long, but can I get used to three months of actually having to answer to a higher authority (READ: MOTHER)?

I don't know about that. What I do know, is that it'll be good to see everyone again.

Oh, and to play mahjong. Heh.

can he fix it yes he can

I spent ten minutes screwing on two lightbulbs in the hellhouse I live in. Apparently it's that simple. Fixing lights, that is.

I'm Mr Fix-it!

*struts about*

this be bad

This is the second night now.

As soon as I fall asleep, dreams assail me, and I find myself waking up in sweat every hour. Every, single, hour.

The dreams aren't even particularly scary; The only scary bits are at the ending, where something creepy happens, and then I end up jumping up in my bed.

3E3. Suat Ling, 3E4. Daphnie, Reena, Shao. The crappy chinese teacher I had in primary 5. Walking up and down the corridors. Getting asked if I want to do charity work and visit an old folks' home. Shao is going.

The people at the old folks' home seem a bit nutty. It seems like I've been there before. I even remember looking at the lady building a castle out of sandbags wondering if she was done already.

Then a door slams, and I wake up. The slamming of the door comes from N, the housemate, and I want to kill him. String him up and beat him, then kill him.

I need sleep. I really do.

gives you hell

Don't tell me you spent all your money on me when you can still think of going to shanghai.

Don't tell me you have expended all resources when you can blow a thousand bucks on hair.

Just, don't.

MAKE MY MONSTER GROW!

Remember this woman?



Yep, that's the Olympic Gold Medallist holder. Best record ever: From the moon to a very precise spot on Earth.

bad person

I saw this off tv, but what's the best song for a funeral??

Answer: "I'm.... coming up so you better get this party started!"

disturbia

Bambi, on my mother and the computer.

"She's internet saaaaaaaaaavy now!.... but she still doesn't know how to adjust the volume."