Heartbeat of LA

LOL WTF:

"Thanks for your interesting.
I don't know your size.
But, this detail size is right.
Please compare detail size.
Sorry for your inconvenience."

i genuinely feel that i fall into the average category for clothing size, probably a medium and sometimes a small, but seriously, my shoulder measurement is 6 centimeters beyond the maximum (XL) size and my chest measurement falls into a medium. WHEREVER THAT SELLER IS FROM (probably Korea cos' Singapore shops would probably have more 'normal' sizes)  HAS ABNORMALLY SHAPED PEOPLE (think gaunt men with giant moobs) OR THEIR SIZE CHART HAS AN ERROR OR I JUST GOT ISSUES (which i doubt). he-she apologized for the inconvenience (in the wrong way or in a sarcastic one) but didn't solve it anyway. whatever, i'm just gonna get bloody M (rather than not getting anything) cos' 5.90 for a basic tee is a bargain and 17 for a shirt is below the average price of one. and i think it's pretty ridiculous how he-she doesn't know my size even when i gave my measurements. isn't he-she suppose to be selling clothing.


i think this short-film's lovely:




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okay, i've been doing nothing since i came back and i feel guilty so i'm gonna go do some school-related stuff.

on my mind:

NY, NY,
Melb., Aus.,
Why the victimized Animals in Animal farm didn't revolt other than them being stupid,
How bad my lit introductory paragraph is and that i should have reviewed it before submitting and now i got a 'ungrammatical!' for it,
Exercising (seriously, i feel like playing tennis/badminton/captain's ball)
Why the Coetzee readings are so long and repetitious,
CNY break,
Food &

THIS AWESOME SHIRT:



which costs 40 EUROS so, forget it.

i don't know why but i feel irritated

ice-skating

Went Ice-Skating for the very first time on Friday, and it was a medley of confusion, embarrassment, struggling and laughing because i had no experience in this skating deal thing. anyhow, i got through it and after 2 hours, could relatively go two rounds around the rink without having the hold onto the sides. relatively because i didn't look graceful and still stumbled. i'm no yu-na kim but at least i learned something at the end of it. will definitely do it again. 

and you know what, despite perspiring profusely, i reckon it isn't a good form of exercise. i mean, my legs were sore but that's about it. and it's probably cos' i can't skate like a pro and hence, move like one and engage my muscles like one. running is probably better, though less fun. WHICH REMINDS ME, I AM GOING TO JOIN AMORE FITNESS NEXT SATURDAY/SUNDAY. SERIOUSLY. 

anyway (can't be bothered to edit them cos' BB camera's incompetent):

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WHY'S SHE SO AWESOME.

one hundred thirty-six days after:

there were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. if only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. but we can't know better until knowing better is useless.

-Looking for Alaska

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addicted to them, esp. adam's style cos' he's freaking awesome.

Show Me How You Burlesque

Hi, Burlesque was so, so, so good.

Christina Aguilera's voice (and figure) is super sexy

We (with Zelia) loved it and were the only ones in the cinemas clapping during eventful scenes.

I loved the plot (though Step-Up-ish) and it was so inspirational. I haven't walked out of a cinema in joy (literally smiling and forcefully breathing out) for a long time.

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Inspirations working on:

“He’ – that’s Simón Bolívar – ‘was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at the moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. “Damn it,” he sighed. “How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!””

book review

Looking for Alaska by John Green

tattoo:

Stories of Love and Lost #3: Waiting

so... school's starting tomorrow. i feel dispirited, somehow. but owell, it's the final year, which sadly, comes along with the A' levels and then enlisting. i wish people don't have to wish, but i wish life could steer auto-pilot and i'll resume it 3 years later. so much work to do!

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starts from:

stories of love and lost #0
stories of love and lost #1
stories of love and lost #2

after the row we had that day, i knew it was the end of our friendship... or whatever we once shared.

i mean, we did recover from the anger we had, about ten minutes after the awkward silence that ensued. what i meant to say was, we didn't fully recover from the verbal slurs we exchanged. it's like -- spilling a glass of milk and leaving the mess there. there was just too much unresolved tension. too much for us to talk about it, and too much for us to move past it. everything unraveled.

DFTBA.

Take me to the docks, there's a ship without a name

It is sailing to the middle of the sea

The water there is deeper than anything you've ever seen

Jump right in and swim until you freeze

the boy's beanie at 0.37's fly.

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Hi, today was awesome.

It was so, so good.

chilled out at ^. Starbucks' better.

undeveloped. but: Valerie, Me, Michelle, Vivian, JiaYuan.

I think pretty much all of us changed in the past year. but it didn't stop any of us from having fun together. we're friends and we grow together. god, that's corny.

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School's starting soon.

Shit.

/things to do:
1. parade around town either as a zombie or with facepaint.

Stories of Love And Lost #0: Gone

it's a really short, prologue-like thing. i like inspiration when it hits at 1 am. and when it comes from an amazing artist.

continues here:
stories of love and lost #1
stories of love and lost #2

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"dad, what the fuck are you doing? what the hell are you doing with your life? mom's GONE. we can't bring her back. "

he stood up and i retreated. i knew what he was going to do the moment he looked at me but i stood there, like an empty shell. i wanted him to hit me, to swing his palm right at my face, because that would resolve my decision to leave this god-forsaken house.

i cried silently; let the tears trickle down my chin. i wanted him to see me cry, to see the state he is in -- for him to hit his daughter,  the only family he has left. i wanted him to see me cry because i hoped he would finally wake up.