40% of my ljmoods are "tired", and another 40% "sleepy".
I know a lot of people who would from this naturally conclude that I am tired all the time, but this really isn't the case, Janice Heng. It only means that I am tired when I post in my livejournal. I know this is a really difficult and advanced concept so of course I'll give you all time to get your heads around it. Once that's done we'll work on the little persistent schizophrenic voice some of you have that tells you I am a good writer.
It LIES.
Anyway: augh, augh, augh! Late night, ice-cold shower, Andrea is not a happy camper.
So today I went out with Jan to treat her to things for her birthday so she feels obliged to be nice to me on mine. Lunch at IKEA, and a little bit of wandering around admiring all the sleek Swedish furniture and warped interior design and (for lack of a better adjective) interesting bric-a-brac, and what have you. Then we tried to catch Nicholas Nickleby at Orchard Cine, but ha ha are you having a laugh?, we might as well not have bothered. Was kind of disappointed because everyone (read: Jill and downthehill) has been spoilering me for the blatant homosexual activity in the movie, but watching Lost in Translation kind of made up for it, I guess. Lost was okay, a bit too much on the sad arty side and it has the ugly ( funny, but ugly ) guy from Ghost Busters, but it has got an excellent soundtrack (add that to my wish-list, okay?) and a scene involving a Japanese prostitute that had me half apoplectic with laughter.
( So, in case you wake up every day weeping because you love me so much but have no idea what to get me for my birthday, the wishlist now looks like this:
01. The album "Opaline" by Dishwalla.
02. A sling/satchel/courier/messenger bag. A NICE ONE, meaning no pink, no flaky patterns, no awful slogans that sound like they were created by austistic Taiwanese teenagers. Logos and brand names are okay, even stuff like "Intel Pentium 4", I like endorsing products, it makes me feel loved.
03. Love Actually on DVD.
04. The OST for Lost in Translation. )
After that we sat around for a while and talked, this is quite typical of me, all I ever do is sit around and talk and occasionally I remember to breathe. Jan escaped when the CAPpers arrived, though, because she is inherently a hermit crab and likes small dark enclosed spaces as opposed to places that have other people, like Andrea or Andrea's friends. So, rejected and heartbroken, I tagged along with my di, Siak ( who bowed out quickly ), Hazri, and Kass. Tacos and ice cream ( !!! I'd been eyeing it all day but no one got the hint, so I had to buy myself some :C ) were demolished at Lido, and then we went to Borders to try and find Ju in the poetry section, by which time it was eight o'clock and I was meant to be home already and not just thinking about how late I was. Eventually ( we hung out at Starbucks ) I got home at ten. It was... actually quite a nice exhausting eventful day and honestly now all I could wish for is that I haven't forgotten any really important homework.
Had a couple of short conversations with di ( and then a long phone one afterwards ), and.. am worried about her, very much. I really am a terrible kor, and I wish I could do more, but I am atrocious at dealing with these things called "emotions", perhaps I need a crash course in loving people properly and not how I've been doing it, which is kinda more like wade in blindly and hope there are no pirahnas. These relationships are far too important to be sodding around with, but it's all I'm good at, so I just wish I could do things right for once, and then at least get to worry about them less.
Just realised I'm yawning a lot, so I think I'll turn in pretty soon. It's not half before time, either.
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edit: On a completely random and fairly unrelated note, none of the CAPpers think I can pull off sarcastic-funny. To them, I am just funny by being me, which does not sound entirely flattering, it feels like I am being mocked but I can't quite figure out how.
What do you think?
Oh, and Melissa Tan, if you're reading this, when can I have my Discworld babies ( books. honest to God, I meant to say "books" ) back? I miss them. The Watch books especially. I need to fill up the empty space on my shelf with them or else I do not feel complete and can only wander around the land like a lost soul lamenting my fate.
It LIES.
Anyway: augh, augh, augh! Late night, ice-cold shower, Andrea is not a happy camper.
So today I went out with Jan to treat her to things for her birthday so she feels obliged to be nice to me on mine. Lunch at IKEA, and a little bit of wandering around admiring all the sleek Swedish furniture and warped interior design and (for lack of a better adjective) interesting bric-a-brac, and what have you. Then we tried to catch Nicholas Nickleby at Orchard Cine, but ha ha are you having a laugh?, we might as well not have bothered. Was kind of disappointed because everyone (read: Jill and downthehill) has been spoilering me for the blatant homosexual activity in the movie, but watching Lost in Translation kind of made up for it, I guess. Lost was okay, a bit too much on the sad arty side and it has the ugly ( funny, but ugly ) guy from Ghost Busters, but it has got an excellent soundtrack (add that to my wish-list, okay?) and a scene involving a Japanese prostitute that had me half apoplectic with laughter.
( So, in case you wake up every day weeping because you love me so much but have no idea what to get me for my birthday, the wishlist now looks like this:
01. The album "Opaline" by Dishwalla.
02. A sling/satchel/courier/messenger bag. A NICE ONE, meaning no pink, no flaky patterns, no awful slogans that sound like they were created by austistic Taiwanese teenagers. Logos and brand names are okay, even stuff like "Intel Pentium 4", I like endorsing products, it makes me feel loved.
03. Love Actually on DVD.
04. The OST for Lost in Translation. )
After that we sat around for a while and talked, this is quite typical of me, all I ever do is sit around and talk and occasionally I remember to breathe. Jan escaped when the CAPpers arrived, though, because she is inherently a hermit crab and likes small dark enclosed spaces as opposed to places that have other people, like Andrea or Andrea's friends. So, rejected and heartbroken, I tagged along with my di, Siak ( who bowed out quickly ), Hazri, and Kass. Tacos and ice cream ( !!! I'd been eyeing it all day but no one got the hint, so I had to buy myself some :C ) were demolished at Lido, and then we went to Borders to try and find Ju in the poetry section, by which time it was eight o'clock and I was meant to be home already and not just thinking about how late I was. Eventually ( we hung out at Starbucks ) I got home at ten. It was... actually quite a nice exhausting eventful day and honestly now all I could wish for is that I haven't forgotten any really important homework.
Had a couple of short conversations with di ( and then a long phone one afterwards ), and.. am worried about her, very much. I really am a terrible kor, and I wish I could do more, but I am atrocious at dealing with these things called "emotions", perhaps I need a crash course in loving people properly and not how I've been doing it, which is kinda more like wade in blindly and hope there are no pirahnas. These relationships are far too important to be sodding around with, but it's all I'm good at, so I just wish I could do things right for once, and then at least get to worry about them less.
Just realised I'm yawning a lot, so I think I'll turn in pretty soon. It's not half before time, either.
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edit: On a completely random and fairly unrelated note, none of the CAPpers think I can pull off sarcastic-funny. To them, I am just funny by being me, which does not sound entirely flattering, it feels like I am being mocked but I can't quite figure out how.
What do you think?
Oh, and Melissa Tan, if you're reading this, when can I have my Discworld babies ( books. honest to God, I meant to say "books" ) back? I miss them. The Watch books especially. I need to fill up the empty space on my shelf with them or else I do not feel complete and can only wander around the land like a lost soul lamenting my fate.