OHHHHH~ Izzy's Aunty is a big fat bitch...

:D great success!

And so at times, life thinks to itself that it'd be hilarious if it drops shit in your life. In this particular day, that said feaces came in the form of my aunty... who I don't even talk to or live with.

The woman came into my room, unprovoked. Then in a fit of frothing rage that probably spawned in a severe case of ego in the anus causing painstaking hemorrhoids that are the size of square shaped watermelons... started to criticise everything I do.

Apparently in her little bubble of a mind, if I play games, it qualifies as the automatic failure of life. She obviously failed to notice her total lack of social life or etiquette (such as not spewing verbal diarrhea as soon as she goes to her sister's house) also fits the perfect description of a monumental failure to society.

In short, her brilliant demonstration in that she cares about her extended family by irrelevantly sticking her nose in other people's business and farting out of her mouth rates her as the top shit aunty of the year. Go figure. I still have no respect for you by the way. =)

In short. Izzy will still squeak when poked at and play games. Because she does things her own way... and she will succeed in her own way. Therefore, she does not require comments from some female with her ego shoved so far up her ass, that she can't take anything but compliments with 3 cubes of sugar in telling her what's right in life.

I may seek approval, but I don't need approval to live.

... that and I'm ranked 1337 in maple~



And yes, this entry is severely rude and disrespectful to my elders. But I have no respect for her at the start, so it doesn't really matter. I encourage her to find this page. AUDRY WU. I hope you look up your own name in google and find this.

I even encourage you to come storming into my house and curse my liver, because there is so much more I can say to you which I have no said, because I respect the peace in my family.

IN short. DU MA :D

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?

=)