Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Yes, I have given my blog LE MAKEOVER ie, a new lease of life. Cue sunrise, butterflies and flowers blooming on a Waikiki horizon. Beautiful eh.

I feel so strange, doing this blogging thing. Alas, it has become rather passe, as Xiaxue has moved on from quality posts to TV, and everybody is getting tired of the whole let-the-world-know-what-underwear-I'm-wearing-today kind of exhibitionism often displayed by too many bloggers...

So what if its passe? So what if the whole point of blogging is non-existential? I don't care man.

I just increased my eye degree tenfold because of staring at html for so long, coming up with this godforsaken blog thing, and you tell me it's passe?

I can sense rife speculation. No, nobody in particular told me its passe.

OKAY wait chope.

Just to let you know, I feel annoyed at myself for typing passe as passe without the accented e because I cannot find the goddamn accented e. So now it's pronounced as PASS instead of PASS-SAY.

Anyway.

No, nobody in particular told me it's passe. It's just the general feeling, you know? If you don't feel so, then my utmost apologies, don't get your panties up in a bunch.

Bottomline is... there's no bottomline. Anybody can blog whatever they want, however pus-filled the content and however inane or ugly the pictures.

I'm aiming to stop the pretentious uptight british english no singlish vow I used to blog with last time, and re-introduce more colourful language. And also, introduce visuals when I get a digicam, perhaps in the next lifetime or so. Hopefully.

Till next time, when there's something else to talk about other than the thing we call O-Levels. :)

@ 4:54 AM

SYAF I AM

Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff

N

SYAF HATES

panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


SYAF WANTS

levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet

YOU SAY


THERE YOU GO.

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