I won't be blogging here anymore. Ask me for my new URL if you'd like.

Happy New Year, everyone.

I'd reflect on 2009, list all the mistakes I won't make again, bring back all those joyous moments, laugh at all the silly ones. But isn't that what everyone else is doing?
Time to go make more resolutions I won't keep.



I'm ashamed of feeling done now,
Cos we're with people we've been waiting on.
All we needed were some good friends,
And a song to sing along.

I'm dreading work tomorrow. I'm sick of standing all day, sick of washing dishes, sick of checking stock, sick of making potato gratin and teh tarik, sick of waiting eons for the stupid electrical stove to boil water, and I'm even sick of manning the cash register (except when it's Benson buying a waffle). I wish I could relive this past week, over and over and over again.

I miss my friends, I miss school, I miss being a lazy cow, I miss Spunky, I miss Ozzy, I miss spending the whole day in front of the computer, I miss my water heater, I miss Fremantle, I miss Youtube, I miss being able to go to sleep without knowing how lousy tomorrow's going to be.


Arini and Kanages, I miss you guys like shit okay. I'm sorry there hasn't been a trip to town or SPCA or Taco Bell like we planned. And I'd promise to make up for it soon, but that's not up to me, and I'm sorry for that too. But we must must must meet up, sooner or later, because.. just because lah, heh.

Alright, well. Merry Christmas and a happy new year, everyone.






You can fall for chains of silver,
You can fall for chains of gold.
Fall for pretty strangers,
And the promises they hold.

Perth has been fucking awesome so far. Everything reminds me of how much I loved it here.


See you in a week, Singapore.

(Aussie boys, OMG.)
;D

So, work officially starts in two days, but we're already working our asses off (without any pay, mind you). And it's not exactly the job I had in mind. Fine, to be fair, I didn't have a particular job in mind to begin with, but this was definitely the last option, if not something I wanted to avoid completely.

But, it's better than sitting at home all day. Plus, the pay is pretty damn good, THEY HAVE BLACK PLATES ZOMGWTFUGGZZZ, I get to man the cash register, I actually get paid for OT, I don't have to give a poop about MYOB, and I'll have an ally.

So there. My manager may be the biggest ass I've ever known, but I'm happy. Kind of, anyway.

Did I mention that the pay is mad rad?
Coolbeans :D

I'd forgotten what it feels like to cry so hard, until you can't control your breathing and you're gasping for air, until your jaw hurts so bad, until you feel like there's a boxing match going on in your head because it's just pounding so hard.

And it goes on and on, until you're so exhausted. Your breathing slows down, but your jaw still aches, and your head is still pounding. Wave after wave after wave, it becomes a rythmic lullaby, until finally, you're too drained to even open your eyes. And the heartache is all that's left to feel.

You reminded me how it feels.


And you.
You need me to be stronger than this.
But I need you to stop being so in denial.




"Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free."
Damn straight.

When I wait, other people have to wait too.
Fuck you.


Dude, sorry. :/