OH god... double post D:

I was looking through my phone and realised I haven't really been taking pictures since I wag uni so much. However... I do realised I had some rather... interesting shots from my every shitty phone camera. I really need to invest in something better D:

LET THE DOUBLE POST BEGIN.

This epically amazing creature of vanity, was very much trying to pop a pimple on his face while using the shiny side of his ipod as a mirror. Fk. Human vanity is so ... embarrassing.

I walked into my bathroom one day.. looked at the sink ... and found a cleaver. o___o

The new masterpiece of the year currently exhibited at the Vic Galleries. It is a very whimsical piece of artwork that makes use of the malleable nature of cheap Homebrand plastic forms. The jarring nature of design demonstrates many protruding handles. The focal point of the piece is the core of the melding, which all began with one single fork then branching off like a tree it blossomed into this eccentric white form. ... ignore the matchs in the corner.

I walked into my bathroom today.. looked at the sink ... and found my cat trying to hide from the heat. Pube cat <3

I CAN EXPLAIN...

shun says:
*i like
*little girls

And well.. life is beautiful. =)

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taadaa

Happens at least once in any male's life...when they want support. :3

Pube cats ...

shun says:
*lol
*but hes ok
*right
*maybe you need to give him a trim
*no over heating
*lol

J a n i c e || =^o____o^= says:
*LOL
*tro, ,y cat
*that reads to
*habuce says: trim my cat?
*what do you think he is? a walking bush of pubes?

shun says:
*lol
*pube cat

It is official that my cat is now a walking bush of pubes. Thank you for all your loving support and all those that wanted to eat him in the past. =coughkatieandyewfaicough=

I hope you get pubes stuck in your mouth. :D

IF ONLY...

Apologies for the lack of image, but I just can't seem to find what I want on Google. Fail google is fail. But when you look up the words "Hand" and "Map" in random orders and combination, not very many intriguing images seem to pop up.

This is a debt I shall somehow repay later. If only I had photoshop... if only.

¬.¬"
pretend it's an image.

But we can if only about a lot of things and none of those "if only"s really matters now. By the time you get to "if only" it's usually too late. I mean if you were early, you'd usually be like "AHA! I'm prepared" or in some rare cases when you are premature you'd be like "oh f*ck" but that's another story that might usually end up in "if only" something something billboard on the way to the city... cough. - a cookie to anyone who gets which billboard I am referencing to.

My "if only" is the typical why-didn't-I-study-harder-"if only". That usually leads inspirational speeches from my parents that end up the "if only"-you-played-less-games-and-did-better-in-the-umat conversation. YES. I am totally abusing the "-" sign.

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pretend this is...also an image. I call it the "septadash".

There's no moral to this, except, I am a very angsty teenager (absolutely pushing the age boundaries), the politically correct term is apparently "young adult". Don't ask how adults can be young... but I'd like to ask what's an "old adult" then? -insert more sidetracked ranting- ... angsting about my exams which makes my thought processes retarded.

ALL IN ALL. I AM WRITING MY "IF ONLY" now, less than 2 days before my exam.

To the Janice in December,

I am very sorry that your exams turned out the way they did and I am using this precious time that could be spent on studying to blog. But I hope you understand my current feelings with your future ones. Not that I believe things will change much in a month or so. But the exams can probably anal you. Not that I want that to happen. But if it does, this is my advance apology.

And a final word of advice. Seriously. FUCK COMMERCE. You will never learn to like it, because you can't really "learn" to like something. There will only be more "if only"s and more lectures and more vicious spirals. No one will think you are cool if you talk AS-AD models to them.

So.. grow a spine. Tell your mother that this is gay and it's not you want. ...then get started making your folio.

Sincerely.

Janice on 7th November. =)

When you finally see it...

To do what we do, to do it well, to force ourselves to do it well, to find the resolve to initiate the personal forcefulness. Why? I know for real that I am not truly studying for myself.

I mean, if I was, why do I find it so hard to pick up my pen or finish my page of notes? To put up with this disinterest everyday, and to constantly seek escapes in games and anime. Is this what it is going to be like for the next 10 years of my life?

To live without passion; to be placed into a perfect little box labeled "A truly successful Asian with a six digit paycheck". I dislike accounts, I don't enjoy finance, tossing number makes me queasy while drawing graphs and pulling inferences from them about how the world is going to run makes me sleepy.

I know when to spend money and when to save up. I don't want to make theories to change the world nor do I want to be part of this high fashion society of absolutely wealthy Asians. I want to be me... uncomplicated simplicity. I want something unstructured... A space where I can design.

I want my legacy to live on in a form other than some financial theory. The difficult part is to stare at my mum in the face and tell her I hate what I am right now. I don't feel motivated because what I am doing everyday feels like a burden rather than the golden pavements on my so called "path to success". And the impossible part is making her understand.

Somehow I would have to make that point... because if I keep going, I am just lying to myself. What I like.. what I don't like. I know best... and it's time I stop lying.

Misunderstanding

This is by no means a romantic post, for simply I am not a romantic person. The red is surprisingly irritating on my canvas of black. Nor is the rose an appropriate flower. The blank sheet of paper tho.. was what I sought. An empty white scape, wordless and full of pen strokes without meanings.

Frankly, I am not fond of you, in that manner. Yet I am intrigued often by your actions and responses. I don't know you at all, and this post would not provide any insight on who I am writing to... or if they truly exist. Yet maybe you feel connected. Perhaps it relates to you...

I don't know if you even frequent this place anymore, however, I must thank you for introducing me to the serenity of this ungodly hour. A time where I have space to think, where fatigue doesn't reach me, and where I am slowly destroying myself from the inside. Yet it feels like the world is standing still as long as the sun hasn't risen yet.

... this odd loneliness and feverish sleeplessness. I dread the fatigue tomorrow.

I don't know what you think of me. Probably nothing more than a passing stranger, but you seem to be more. I am wakeful enough to know the mind is full of tricks. What I think of you is probably not the real thing, but a mirage of what I hope you are. But nonetheless, thank you for this enchanting ideal.

Sincerely.

Who could you be? Isn't this just another ephemeral misunderstanding?

=)

o____o

...Because a picture is worth a 1000 words. Then again, if I do sit myself down and spend an invigorating hour writing 1000 words for you, dear stalker of my blog, I DOUBT YOU'LL READ IT! You'll probably be like tl;dr, I know you will. Yes you, Benjamin Brown. I'm looking right at you and that 7/10 of my ice cream. =stares=

So you may ask.. what's with that stoned O____O face?

This picture, forms the first rebuttal i make towards your WOW is superior argument, which you haven't even made yet, but just in case. I'll reference it and I'm being annoying by making this caption waaaaaaaaaaaay too long =]

Answer is absolutely nothing, I've just run dry in my wells of creativity, which is about as deep as your average puddle. -shrug- moving on. I feel like ranting after VISTA decided to cut my dota game short by automatically restarting itself... stupid jew. I bet it planned that. Next thing you know, it'll sabotage my alarm and kill me in my sleep. -insert appropriate measure of industrial strength paranoia-

HI IM BOXXY.

... so today, I want to talk to you about how popular I am with the ladies... -refer to below-

Apparently Kaitlyn, a Craiglist, Leah, Brooke, Marissa, Angelica, more Craiglists, Kayla, Anouska, Aaliyah, Emma and even Winona plus some Coffeemaker wants to get it on with me, in all assorted fashions from a simple bi gang bang to all out anal wars. OH SNAP?

...

I don't get why all my spam happens to be erotic ads from the same site all just using different names. And I don't get why anyone would want to do it with Emma. She's got herpes you know. :/ As for Anouska nd Aaliyah... did these names like came from WOW?

IF they did, they probably belong to some kinky night elf running around in her undies. Behind that character is probably a very obese, 34 yo male with a delicious habit of scratching his left armpit, 3 inches to the left, when he gets nervous.

Has society all degenerated into a bunch of sex starved rabbits? I mean fornication is just an act... you have a pair of hands. USE THEM. D:

... and then I realised I still haven't addressed the issue that they all think I'm a guy. -silence- but that's ok... you know why?



... =) Your dad told me.

True story bro. (Y)

Code

We are who we are... right?

But what really defines us? Don't people each seek some form of individuality that defines them and by being different to everyone else and seeking that same form of "difference"... aren't we all the same then?

I like observing people. Their difference make them cryptic and it's the "cryptic" part that intrigues me. In a simple manner of speaking, everyone has their own morals and a conscience. Inside that conscience lies some form of a code. And through deciphering that code, it becomes possible to predict certain actions.

Everything they touch or do contribute towards that code... and having a complete code is like having complete control over a person. What can't you do when you know everything about them? But then again, life is never that simple. No one would ever let someone know everything about them. Nor is that even possible...

Still it makes you wonder, when someone says certain things to you, don't you question is it because they know you and how their actions will influence you or simply because they felt like that was the best action at that time?

Who is ever that calculated...?