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Thursday, January 17, 2008

RELOCATED.

Please relink, and continue visiting(:
Thank you for staying faithful.

www.serendipidee.wordpress.com

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

-XMAS 2008-

Whee! One of the most amazing Christmases in my life, it has to be documented someplace. More, to come, if I'm in the mood.

Yayness.

| so spoken! @ 11:20 PM|

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-friends.-

(click to enlarge, as usual)

I'm even thinking of printing it out, colouring it and pasting it on my homework file. Hmm.

| so spoken! @ 11:17 PM|

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Sunday, January 13, 2008

-Tip your hats to Tibs-

Tip your hat to Tibs, ladies and gentlemen.

At eleven pm the bus comes as per usual. And I the ever unsuspecting board Tibs 911, Woodlands (yes, in big red bold alphabets and numbers) thinking "Yes, I'll be home on time,".

Then you see a little cockroach scuttling across the aisle as you board. Well.. no biggie. Sometimes the bugs are just unlucky (which I will touch on later in detail). Then you see another scuffling lazily across the window. Make that two unlucky bugs. As you sit down, you see another one crawling across the window an inch from your face.

And that's where I draw the line. A thick, face, bright red line. I stood up fuming (and trying to lessen the amount of me touching any part of the bus at all) and starting counting every cockroach I saw.

Four cockroaches plus two smaller ones, crawling all around the bus. One was this close to my face. I mean, a few cockroaches I can understand, sure. Sometimes bugs get into buses, you know, when the door opens and a few unfortunates get blown in or get walked in while sleeping on someone's shoes, then are transported miles away from their other buggy friends.

But six cockroaches?

That is way past the coincidental unlucky little fella that gets stuck in someone's juice box. That's an infestation.

You'd think the dumbass bus company will stop infested buses from leaving the interchange without first sending in a full extermination team to wipe out the growing population of two-inch long commuters before they scared the paying commuters off the bus.

But oh nooo. They don't do that. It's not even the first time this has happened to me.

Am I just paying you for getting me to my destination safely (safely being a slight overstatement)? Well guess what. Getting me to my destination trying very hard to balance in the middle of the aisle and not touch the seats for fear of a cockroach scuttling up my arm and taking residence in my nose is not 'safely'.

From now on, I'm walking home, even at eleven pm in the night. Either that or take another bus, and then walk the remaining distance home. And if I get robbed or killed at eleven pm in the night, I fully blame Tibs and their dumb infested buses.

They should just dismantle all their horrible ugly buses, smudgy windows and all, wash and disinfect each and every one of them (rinse and repeat), and for goodness sake invest in some thorough exterminations.

...stupid Tibs.

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Monday, January 07, 2008

Do you know what's good? Violent Acres' good. Go visit Violent Acres. Now. She rules. (www.violentacres.com)

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I don't think I have a lot of artistic talent, to be honest. It took me almost forever and it doesn't look too good.

But hey, I spent time on it and I'm proud of it. So there :)

I was going to write a long long paragraph about how I would fry anoyone who dared rip my picture off and reproduce it on the Net, but then I realised I could just use it as a medium to advertising.

Whee.

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I also realise how my blog once again has 0 substance. How very demoralising. Looking back upon my archives, I realise my inspiration and opinions come in bursts. Yes, I still think about the starving African kids and God and hating chainmail (they can all be found in my November archives), I still fume about coming back to school (December archives, and I'm still proud of calling them a bunch of manipulative bastards), I just don't blog about it anymore.

Keep watching this space. I'll come up with something interesting again soon enough.

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And I don't think you know how bad it hurts
'Cause you don't have to see the scars
But if it's just a game you're playing
I don't think I'll make it to the end
I don't think I'd last that long
Baby, I'm not that strong
So if you care about me you've gotta stop acting this way

Oh I'm leavin' today
I'll say goodbye to my favorite face

At times I think I love you
And at times I know I've finally found the one
But it's times like this that make me feel
The game of love has only just begun

Leavin' - Plain White T's

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Wednesday, January 02, 2008

-whine whine whine (like a sick puppy)-

New year, new start.

Self-Improvement:

Hmm. Now what if I was a better person altogether? Then I'd be happier and I'd be doing the world a favour, that's what. And so.

I am going to start learning to socialize properly, be more confident, more cheerful, dress like a supermodel (etc etc), and basically be someone everyone just likes more. It's not as easy as it sounds. So if anyone wants to give me a present for any reason whatsoever (maybe you just like me?), go for self-help books yo. I'll thank you in advance.

I'm taking lessons too. I'm making it a point to get at least a 75% on my French, and then maybe another sad attempt at the piano thereafter. I just never had the patience.

School:

My head aches from having all my hair pulled back for so long. Gah, I'm not used to having my hair pulled back anymore. Not to mention me feeling like shit after stuffing myself into that dumb unflattering white uniform and being thrown into all that competition and peer judgement.

D:

School kills. Now mourn for me, you lot.

But still. It's all positive from here on down, I've decided. Even if I have to pull my mouth back into a smile (grimace?) and nail it in position with my tiny pink stapler and a box of rusty staples. Gone with the moping and groaning. I'm going to work hard through the year and do well.

You'll see.

In General:

I'm determined to make the world work right for me this year. I'm going to put in my best efforts. I'm going to do it right this time. I'll do something for myself, for a change.

I'm going to turn my life around.

Please, please, let it be enough.

| so spoken! @ 8:04 PM|

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Tuesday, January 01, 2008

It sure didn't take too long for 2007 to end. And I'm glad it's over. All 2 of thousand seven of it. I made mistakes, I hurt people, I didn't exactly enjoy it.

God, please, please give me strength to handle the next wave.

| so spoken! @ 6:36 PM|

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Friday, December 28, 2007

omgosh, omgosh.

:D

| so spoken! @ 12:49 PM|

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