Howl’s Moving Castle. Is. H’awesome.

“Let’s run. Don’t fight them, Howl.”

“Sorry. I’ve had enough of running away, Sophie. And now I’ve got something I wanna protect. It’s you.”

GASP.

AWSMZ.

Who says you can’t wear jeans with flip-flops and look cool in them, especially if you’re small?

I totally want to dress like that. Seriously.

Okay. So first, I got to have long and somewhat, stylishly matted hair.

On the way, folks. On the way.

Cher + Hui + (EdwardCullen) + Yans = C.H.E.Y.

There you have it. Taken about five thousand years ago (eeks! look at me hair!), with my lovely friends who then-spontaneously diagnosed a broken arm somehow and used a shawl as a substitute for a sling.

Rather resourceful, eh.

Heh.

Smother + Evil = Hurt

What a wonderful equation by The Kissaway Trail, y’all.

Tis an AWSMZ song.

Anyways – more meaningful commentary from documentary Planet Earth:

“For all monkeys, morning is grooming time; a chance to catch up with friends. However, unlike other monkeys, geladas chatter constantly while they do it. Its a great way to network while your hands are busy. But these socials can’t go on for too long. Geladas have a busy daily schedule, and there’s work to be done.”

Wow. That’s deep, y’all.

Isn’t it a curious thing to use aspects of human lives as an imprint to explain their behaviour? Read: Networking, schedule, work to be done. I wonder if the monkeys will flip when they get a whiff of what’s being broadcast worldwide. Or maybe the good people at BBC paid them some peanuts to perform. After all if you pay peanuts, you get monkeys. Or so they say. Ok I’m rambling randomly and ridiculously.

Lush 99.5! :)

For What.

There’s no point in studying hard when you effing picked the wrong questions to do, then realised it just a little too late.

The level of stupidity that I can get to in a day, beats even the most hardcore maplestory gamer.

Goodbye.

Into Something More Productive like Roscoe, Born in 1891.

I have this sudden, wild, intense desire to travel.

Space space space. Lots of wide, open, fresh-air, happy places, please.

So I may be small, and my shit may be therefore proportionally sized, and I hate showering in tiny spaces; heck I just need tons of geographical space suddenly.

I need to get out of Singapore and fly preferably, to Europe.

OH SHIT I JUST FORGOT THAT I STILL HAVENT DONE MY 38746328743 READINGS FOR MY GEOGRAPHY FINAL ON MONDAY YET.

No wonder the sudden geographical inclination ARGH.

It’s a sign, I tell ya.

Goodbye.

Lush 99.5!

Well that’s true.

 I was dripping with fatigue as I was walking home today.

And as I crossed the junction during my allocated timeslot, I had, as usual, vehicles zooming towards me. I was halfway across the second part of the road when a white van decided to pull a stunt. So obviously again, I stopped in my tracks, shot a frustrated and useless glare at the back of the van as it zoomed past, and quickly turned around to narrow my eyes, bare my teeth, and glare ferociously at the oncoming SUV.

It worked.

At like, a grand distance of not even 2 metres away from cutting into my territory, the driver, either too disgusted by my twisted face of total scorn, hastily paused and let me pass.

Something should be done. :(

It’s plain impolite and reckless. And extremely selfish.

Alas, alas, the laws do not align with my reality! I can totally feel the anomie.

Lush 99.5!

I’ve had enough.

Seriously.

I can’t even begin to describe the extent of my total dislike for drivers/motorbikers who flippin’ zoom straight at me as I’m crossing the road at a junction.

And they don’t just come at you singly.

Oh no, they don’t. An assorted bunch of vehicles at your desposition, you’ll be spoilt for choice at choosing who to glare at first. A few motorbikes. Then you have SUVs, the classic Toyotas etc. All zooming towards you at the same time, you don’t know whether to run for safety or to stop dead in your tracks in the middle of the road with the flashing green man mutely signalling to you that you have a good twenty seconds to spare.

I just stopped in the middle of the road, and with my heart threatening to burst because its just so terrifyingly scary, glared at as many drivers as I could as they zoomed by.

Freaking’ ridiculous.

What’s up with these drivers that they have to totally zoom so freaking close I could feel the warmth of the bloody engine purr even before I turn around to glare at the driver? (I was blasting some Lush 99.5 FM music, they have the funkiest beats.)

I hate it when drivers do something as thoughtless and reckless as this.

Don’t tell me that it’s always like that one because dude, that’s just ridiculously lame for an excuse.

Spare a thought for the pedestrian who’s following the damn rules and merely walking briskly to get home. For that precious thirty seconds, that strip of road IS EXCLUSIVELY MINE THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

At least wait till I’m some distance away before you do your fancy zoom thang. Everytime this happens my state of emotions get all disoriented and messed up and I feel like swearing colourfully and sobbing with relief at the same time.

Maybe I should write to the Forum or something. Snort. Then again, like it’ll do any good.

Why am I even hitting in an entry about this? Blogging is overrated as something that we can “freely express” ourselves through this supposedly unregulated outlet. It’s so atomized and fragmented to have any real use.

I be off.

Lush 99.5 rocks.

Mattresses Underwater.

The documentary Planet Earth rocks.

The commentary for the documentary is quite witty, I suppose.

“Babuunns are, rather apprehensive about bathing.”

Heh.

BeMused.

There must be a relationship between sociology, conspiracy theories and muse.

I cannot believe that my first every voluntary conversation (sort of) with my soci prof is based on a sudden outburst of near fanaticism of exclaimation about Muse and that they are good.

Like, shit, yans, can’t you say something more intellectual and sociologically inclined?

I am such, a dork.

The end.