morgueville,heartland living.

mdm ainon smacked my head and literally threw my gp essay at me. reminded me to stop thinking that my essay is a blog entry. shudder. just in case, i shall pass each entry to the censory board before it gets published. meanwhile, i can bid aideu to tim burton's the melancholy death of the oyster boy and other stories to missjudy. oh well.


have you ever felt that the person looking back to you in the mirror is a horror in this superficial world? that physically, we have flaws written all over our faces? the tinge of insecurity that creeps onto you. and then becomes quite an emotional burden? oh admit it and put that adolescent angst into your closet. we get that sometimes no matter how righteous we are when it comes to embracing all these apparent flaws. these days i'm getting all hot and bothered about matters of the skin-deep. i'm having a horrible breakout. so i cannot cut my hair that has become uglier each day since these red little pops will become even more obvious. i looked hideous. and throw a horrendously humid weather that has me drowned in my own sweat each day doesn't make it any better. i'll kill myself.


anyhow my filofax is packed with activities the whole of next week. starting from this friday. doing a presentation on art for humanities symposium for some sec4 kids. 2 plays in front of the whole school next week. painting the lit wall next week. some crap dialogue with some crap military personels. a syf painting to be handed in my thursday and i'm not even half way done. an overnight cycling recce this friday. odac camp next weekend which is already packed with even more activities. i'm packing my adrenalin with me. if i come out alive by next sunday red bull should hire me as their new posterboy.


i'm in love with the darkness. i've got love is only a feeling in my earwax now.

and it ain't driftin' away.