(I see... It's a very very violent game, eh.)

Well hey.

This big ass has sat 14hours to and from Genting, and is now, finally, exhausted yet happily contented in front of the 13.3" screen. Remnants of shopping bags and receipts litter the room floor, RM randomly stuffed in wallets, pockets, and the small compartments of carry-on bags, and dirty laundry still not washed, but hey. The washing machine's packed.

Okay, so it's not the best excuse ever, but whatever. It's still an excuse.

I'm still fighting a dilemma. To get down and do my holiday homework, or to leave it for later?
Because originally, I promised myself that I'll get down to working on it after I come back from Genting. Also because, there's less than two freaking weeks before hell returns.
And no, you got me right there. School's not hell, actually. It's what happens before, during, and after school that is hell.

Just thinking about what's gonna happen kills me a little bit evey single time. Sigh.
But, whatever la.

Maybe I'm just irritated that I didn't get even a single shot of caffeine my entire trip to the city in the clouds. Honestly. The kids kept me away from coffee. ):

(holy shit. I sound like some mother with crazy snivelling brats circling my ankles.)

I walk past the Great Starbucks Building and the Starbucks At The Lobby almost a thousand times everyday, and I DON'T STINKING GET A SINGLE FRAPPE):



Instead, my day was "supposedly" satisfied by rounding ticket-vomitting machines and repettitive loud blaring music from technology meant to cater to the need for internet entertainment of seriously deprived kids. Sounds like fun?


(HAHA.)

Hell, I try to bring my sister shopping, because I think that she is seriously deprived of proper dress sense, and also partly because there are great sales there, and she freaking only wants to go back to cyber-gaming. Is this what I sacrificed my caffeine for?

Ah well. At 11, I never saw any sense in buying clothes either.

But what I really don't like is how people comment on how my dressing sense has changed, EVER SINCE I WAS 12, or something the like. Sure, I need to change my wardrobe by now, maybe get a few accessories for good occassions or when I just feel like primping up, but, does it really call for bigtime stupid comments on how I decorate my ears with as big hoops as I like?

If I look decent, live with it! At the very least, I'm not an eyesore, or at least I hope I'm not.

(don't worry, Rihanna can still own the biggest hoops I have ever seen.)


(Don't worry, I'm keeping my hands where they're safe.)

Well, other than that, Genting has been alright for me. I greatly relished the cool.
From the blistering heat of blasted Singapore weather, I'd say being in the clouds was largely refreshing.

Ohoh, know what?
When I was still a young and naive kid, I used to think that people could actually walk on clouds.

Honestly!
.
.
.
.
Along with the second star to the right, and straight on till morning. Sound familiar?

hahaha, to childhood imagination.

Oh yeah. I lost my hairband. somehow. raaaawrl.

Aaaaand........ You guys ever seen lip-locking? :D:D
(Screw it with the PG ratings, not like as if you all will care. haha.)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

To cross that line, put your lips on miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!!!!
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
did I catch anyone? xD

Anyhoo. I guess that's all I have for Genting. It's been a lengthy post.
Thanks for reading up to here! :D:D


I GOT SUNBURNT IN GENTING.

*

Okay, so I'm done with Genting.
I bought a (male) jacket for mad cheap, and I absolutely lurveee it.
It's brown, with those cool cool designs. It looked so familiar to one of what someone had.
Everytime I looked at that jacket at the store, wrapped around the male mannequinn, the Converse jacket just kept popping up in my mind's eye, and I would be plunged into the vivid imagery of my past memory. It was a wonderful one, mind you.
It was as if I just had to get that jacket. And I'm glad that I got it. :D

A pair of shorts, two tees, yup. (:

*

8 hours coach-ride is a long time to think. I played my phone's music player throughout the enitre thing, hahaha. Kept a few songs on repeat, repeat, repeat. TEEHEE(:

Anyway, the more I think of it, the more certain I become of....


MY LIFE IS LIKE A DRAMAAAAA.
Those dumb, cliche'd dramas you see on tv.
And because it's MY life, that's why it DESERVES to be in my favourite colour. :D:D

"Because, baby, tonight could churn into the rest of our lives...
Are you ready?"

There were times when I was afriad to venture out into, where ever.
Just cause, I didn't want to know if what I predicted would become reality.
You were right, I do think too much.
Hahaha, what'm I talkin' 'bout inexperience, man. It makes me wanna laugh at the things I've said.
You said Innocence. We'd probably laugh over it now.


Cliche'd, but good quote...

Never let anybody convince you they know your wants and needs better than you do. They don't. And although their intentions may be good, it is ultimately your own opinion, no one else's, which matters.