I’m pink and black and blue for you

I woke up a bit disorientated this morning. You know, that feeling that you weren’t sleeping and doing a lot of moving about but hey why am I in bed and my limbs are still trying to wake up?

Only after taking 35 mins of getting ready and while waiting for the water to boil for a cuppa tea did I realise that I had the weirdest dream last night. And sure enough, it involved a lot of moving about.

I dreamt that I was in some sort of uni, and funnily enough jaclyn and her boyfriend were in my class and I kept asking them questions about math homework. And then (yes, there’s more), I was running around this uni, which looks a lot like Nimonster’s old uni in Northridge, and somehow I couldn’t find my class and was getting panicky. I swear, I went up this stairs turn here and there and went in circles but somehow couldn’t find my damn class! And it was already 3 mins past the class starting time and I really hate being late for classes.

So in the end, I asked someone (god knows why I didn’t earlier, my dream-self must’ve had some male-ego-don’t-ask-for-directions thing going on). So apparently, my class was like Harry Potter’s Room of Requirement (yes, I like Harry Potter and I remember things from the book shuddap), so I had to think about my class really hard while at this particular spot and the door would magically appear for me.

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So this is what I’ve deciphered from the dream: I have a deep desire to have magical powers so I can use it to pass my exams, which I really hate because I don’t do well under the pressure of time and mystery questions potentially from any of the 25 chapters the lecturer did NOT go through.

I can’t get Chairlift’s Bruises out of my head. I need to stop going to the pharmacy, Target or Kmart for nonsensical toiletries and makeup. I am craving for pasta, risotto to be exact, even though I’ve just had pasta yesterday. Oh, and I’m in dire need for Grey’s Anatomy to make my life make sense again.

I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do handstands for you
everytime I fell on you
Yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I’m permanently black and blue
Blue for youuuuu



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21
Oct
2009

Sometimes

I wish I had an older brother who’ll annoy, tease and protect me like any other older brother would instead of having two bratty younger brothers whom I have to bear with, give in and take care of.



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16
Oct
2009

Of Famous Amos Cookies and Bubble Tea

I am currently idling my time away in the library. I rocked up at 8.20am (again) to finish off an assignment (yes, another one) and completed it earlier than expected. Now I have nothing to do until 5.30pm. I am resisting the calls of bubble tea and famous amos cookies which is just a stone’s throw away at Melbourne Central, in fact I can see the building from where I am sitting now. Must. Resist. Need. To. Save. Money.

And the dude sitting beside me look a lot like one of my ex-boyfriends. Not only in the face, but body type, height and even hair.

I’m so bored. I wish the famous amos cookies and bubble tea would stopping whispering my name.



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12
Oct
2009

The city of angels

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Today I realised it’s not just me who has this skewed perception of LA and its people. A recent chat with a friend made me realise that most people who experienced life in LA had the same opinions as me. LA is literally how it is on TV, especially the people. Heard of The Hills? Well, most people there, whether they are filthy rich or not, are just like the characters in that show. Fake, two-faced, selfish, self-absorbed, stuck in a cycle of work and partying and huge debts and nothing else. They don’t aspire to see the world, to experience new things, to learn about other cultures. They just want to know who’s sleeping with who and who owns the latest Chanel or Gucci bag.

The new gen-y is taking over, and this is what they have become. No wonder America is going to the shits. The great American dream? What a joke.

I always liked Las Vegas better anyways, at least they don’t pretend they are the city of angels, if you get what I mean.



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04
Oct
2009