HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOON HOCK!
I don't do dedications like this this often, but I just thought that my legs looked pretty skinny that day and so, I wanted to find a reason to edit and post heavily photoshopped photos of myself without making it obvious that I'm am doing it to 'show off' and not because I truly wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

Anyway, great knowing you for too-little-years-to-be-proud-of. I think the only thing I can think about you right now is the crooked teeth and infectious and annoying loud laughter that you have. Funny how we can laugh at other people's laughter and well, your laughter is exactly what will cause other people to give the that-guy-is-a-complete-creep look.

Plus, you're a complete genius in (insert subject you are really good at here) and (another subject). And I think it's pretty awesome that you can find ways to treat teachers like your friends. The closest I have done that is by calling Mdm Ng a bitch in her face.

You know what, I totally forgot that we were in the same primary school together and you used to skip and all that fun stuff. Okay, too tired to think of anything meaningful. HARPIE BURFDAY!


My hair owns,

Huda.

I know I'm supposed to be happy for you, but I really am not. Because I know, that the same thing might never happen to me. Whatever happened to you, I had wished and dreamt of it ever occuring to me. It never did. So it really hurts for me to see you so happy. Selfish, I know. You have people caring, loving, yearning for and to be with you. You're not emo, you only claim to. You're not lonely, you only want to be.

My friend, I'm glad you're happy now but whenever you're feeling fked up, I hope that you'll choke on your misery. That's envy talking.

Will like very much to go to a quiet garden/park with a novel and just spend the day away reading it. No thoughts on deadlines, whatsoever. That's possible here in Singapore, right?

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A boring week has past. I meant it, barely anything eventful happened. I lost my mojo to do work, lost mojo to read novels, lost mojo to write to-do lists, lost mojo to go out, lost mojo to do pretty much anything, even eating. Must have skipped dinner countless number of times because I didn't feel like eating.

Also, the mp3 kept playing the same songs.

Boredom leads to uninspired person leading to loser blog posts on being bored.




Why do I feel so jaded?

Huda.

A bloody portfolio and I feel so stressed up because LMS won't work and you need the goddamn bloody motherf videos to do the f'ed up portfolio.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU MOJO?

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New wallpaper for the Lenovo desktop: WHALE VS LADYBIRD. Can't decide.

Today feels like a good day to reorganise, organise and file files. Plus, do up a long, extensive, detailed to-do list. Just so I can feel happier and more satisfied with myself. One of those days when I feel so good about myself that I might even dare to go bunjee jump.


Is it me, or is there nothing to be done?

Huda.

What a horrid way to start school yesterday. It totally killed my mojo (if there was any) to study. Reached late for Abnormal Psyche eventhough I went out at 7.30AM. There was this horrible, dreadful, hideous jam at Old Tampines Road. This NEVER happens, ever! And if you must know, Old Tampines Road is as narrow as my opinion on people. And the guy behind me kept making this disturbing clearing-of-throat noise which actually sounds like he was masturbating or something. Disgusting.

Took attendance and the quiz, then went out to eat my sardine bread. After that, camwhoring with Alex's Mac. (Because taking pictures > TSL) OMG. You should have seen our rollercoaster video. We are such terrible actors.

Finally, CCN was tiring, but not as much as the last. Must have put more people at-risk for some sort of heart disease with all the oil and cheese we sold.


Going to listen to feel-good music now,

Huda.

It's 9.42PM and I'm still in school trying to complete APIP2 literature review. I think the mojo died but shall not give up. Might probably get some sort of drug to keep me awake past my bedtime - which I assume might be right after I get home.

MOJO COME BACK PLS.

Anyhoos, went to the loo to pee. And there was this cockroach, just waiting for me right at the walkway between cubicles and the sink. Jumped past the cockroach while squealing like a little girl. And, and, and... (It's so traumatic I tell you!) The little rascal scurried his way into the cubicle I was in. Squealed somemore. Must have forced my pee out because I was out of there before you can say, "I hate APIP like -".


I must admit, I like this silence, a lot.

Huda

I hope I can be a gentleman when I grow up.

2 hours ago, I was doing some sort of hardcore research for APIP. Assuming I got ample amounts of research articles, I stopped. 2 hours later (present time), I only had 4 articles. Should really focus, maybe if I disconnect myself from the WWW, not log into MSN (like duh), and not distract myself with all the songs in the laptop...maybe, just maybe...I'll be able to get something done today. But then, how in the world to search for research articles? Put Firewall on all sites that has nothing to do with Psychology, especially tumblr.

10 minutes Research vs 2 hours of Youtubing = RESEARCH FAIL!

That photo was so photoshopped

Huda

Hello world.

What a week. I sleep early at night and wake up more exhausted the next day than the day before. And imagine going out at 7.30am and reaching school after 9am. Should really take the effort to catch up this semester and not procrastinate on reading the textbooks.

It's the third week of school and I feel that the promise I make to myself to consistently revise and all that jazz, is not happening. Don't get why I feel so lifeless nowadays. Shall stop complaining about school now.

(Random thoughts running through the mind. Anticipate a burst of random feelings.)

I think I'm in love with to do lists. And moleskine notebooks. I like writing, the physical kind where you get to express yourself by varying the intensity, pressure, size and type of handwriting.

Also, sometimes I wish I had a twin, just so that I won't feel so alone when it comes to life, living and work. Wishing that another person likes making to do lists - just for the fun of it. Someone who thinks like me. Instead of making the people who I'm conversing with confused. It's frustrating when other people are unable to see through your perspective and worst of all, every one else doesn't bother to see through it.

Imagine how frustrating it is for those psychologists who theorize ideas and principles and their efforts to educate the people. And it take YEARS before people start to appreciate their work - usually after they are dead. Sad, sad life. I love the unconventional, the unwanted and the underdog.

Living with 3 live pimples right now,

Huda.

Have been sulking so much these days. It's extremely pathetic and soon I realised, nobody really cares. Every one else is too busy to care about my feelings. So what my skin is an acne plantation, my hair is dry like straw, my legs are like the stems of a mushrooms - stubby and short - and every other imperfections that I still can't seem to get over and it haunts me every now and again...just when I thought I could walk with my head held high, with a pair of hot heels and wearing a nice lacey black dress (with leggings, of course) and strut my way as if the world is a runway show.

Before I break down (yet again) shall do up a list of things that make me happy, or might make me happy. Need to stop this - being pathetic, that is.

Things that make me happy:

• Looking at pretty shoes
  
• Girls with pretty hair
  
• Boys with piercing blue/grey/green eyes
  
• Skinny people
  
• Guitars plus the plucking and strumming
  
• Watching Glee
  
• Patronising others
  
• Bantering to self
  
• Out and about with Nad cause our misery brings us joy
  
• Days that I feel good about myself - which according to a magazine, it means that I'm ovulating
  
• Shirts in black, grey, white or black
  
• Black and gold jewellery and accessories
  
• Chick novels with happy endings
  
• Tegan and Sara bantering
  
• Losing weight
  
• Eating vegetables - or, just the idea of eating something healthy
  
• Good (aka Tame) Hair Days
  
• Money
  
• Funny movies, chick flicks and anything light-hearted
  
• Good music
  
• Salmon and sushi
  
• Frolick
  
• Typography
  
• Witty printed tees
  
• Winter coats
  
• Skinny jeans worn by skinny people
  
• Did I say how much joy I get from patronising others?
  
• Argyle socks
  
• Lace tights
  
• Skinny, skinny people - I wrote that already?
  
• Moleskine notebooks
  
• Holga cameras
  
• Backpacking and travelling
  
• Maybe I just like having a travel wallet
  
• Cold weathers
  
• Pretty people who are naturall nice
  
• Tattoos on pretty people
  
• Piercings on pretty people
  
• Pretty people

I really don't think this is time for a break down,

Huda.