My love for pushing daisies has begun. Anna Friel is like jenny lewis except british and maybe even qter.

Hello Lee Pace. Hello. Hello. Your vast amount of youtube clips overrun my browser. Here I am contemplating why you are so attractive even as a woman. What is this.

either my hormones are still reeling from the rpattz lust, or... idk. Please marry me now, Lee Pace. Pls. I'm sry for my lack of faithfulness Josh. You are still my number one, but look at the man. I am sure you would understand. I would lose my shit if a man this sexy evar came into the same 100 mile radius as me. my heart stops listening to just his voice without even seeing his face does that tell you anything.

jfc Lee Pace.

Meanwhile, my list of objects of affection [do you see my tooma reference] is steadily growing. I think I am going to implode from the sheer sex that the world has to offer. IMPLODE. Oh the beauty that is the opposite sex. THE SHEER BEAUTY. idgaf that i just used sheer like twice. WHATEVER. IT'S DESCRIPTIVE.

okay short interruption for me to scream FUCK FUCK FUCK JUST STOP IT LEE PACE I MAY FAINT IF YOU DON'T STOP BEING LEE PACE TY okay. moment over. -breathes-

i need to stop watching his clips. soldier girl does not exist. it doesn't.

ok.

i am getting my life together.


Gonna miss you bbgirl <3

even i acknowledge how badly i need to change my blogskin. but urgh. laziness.

for the first time in a long time, I am blogging out of sheer boredom. Srsly. I just woke up and was bored. I planned to study but cannot bring myself to do that thang.

so last night I finally caught the rpattz disease ty. Me of all people. What is this, srsly! HE IS NOT EVEN ATTRACTIVE AND HE WAS ONE OF THE MOST IRRITATING THINGS EVAR AS CDIGGORY. What is this. Why do my insides feel deep lust for this dirty hobo. I have come to the conclusion that nadia is right and it is simply ontd's fault and otherwise I would not be going through this strange, hormonal phase.

I had a very odd dream about snape last night. Someone was chasing me cuz I had something, idk, then snape helped me by distracting the evil chaser and giving me directions to the burma underground railway. I kid you not. But somehow the attacker managed to get thisclose to catching me, and there was a dead end, but suddenly they pointed out this trap door and I was all -JUMPS- but the attacker thought I jumped to my death because the fall went on forever. Eventually however, I ended up in a british verz of Sears, and some nice lady helped me out, where I jumped aboard a Christmas choo-choo train on the road and sped away, free from harm.

Ergo, from this I learn that burma underground railway = British Sears.

Ty snape. I appreciate it. Just when I was all freaked out, you save me.


I wonder if this is somehow connected to the sudden onset of rpattz lust.

I am spending way too much time on ontd.


ffs someone save me from holiday boredom hell. I really just want to go out and spend some more fucking money but I already did that buying skirts and pajamas and tops and well you get the point. I feel like being in paragon rn and guzzling christmas coffee and then going the fuck off to centrepoint to lull around the loft and it's pretty things.

goddamn it. plus nobody is around to take me out.

whines like a little bitch. mree we are in a recession. ok recession. stfd.


I want to watch the summer house.

Okay. So I've come to a very pivotal decision in life.

I'm sorry Rupert, and the future of our beautiful redheaded children. But I need to do what's best for me. I belong with Josh Jackson, and that is all.

Because watching interviews with you and having Dawson's Creek constantly pumped into my bloodstream, what else is there? You are the single most wonderful man in the entire world, and I refuse to settle for anything less.

We are meant to be.

I love you and your Canadian-ness, your undeniable charm, and your very obvious physical attributes. The fact that you are probably one of the last real gentlemen on this here Earth contributes as well.


I love you.

We marry in the morning.

Thank you to Cashie, Letters to Cleo and the boy on the bus for making this an awesome day.

Because I have been smiling and acting like one of those irritatingly happy girls. I danced all the way home down the street and continued to dance for a whole fifteen minutes in front of the mirror which felt ridiculously good. Uninhibited dancing is the best kind.

God I love this song.

I think awesome doesn't even cover it.

I think I need to get up and dance again.

I think I'm turning into Joey Potter. The good part anyway. Disregarding the whiny self-centredness. No wisecracks!


Life is wonderful sometimes.


I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me

I'll shine up my old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me

I'll shine up my old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

Hey!
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me
I want you to want me


I WANT YOU TO WANT ME!

Okay so yesterday was pretty awesome. Started out the day by marathoning buffy and charmed with my fo fadia <3 and watching a scary cat hustle. We squee far too much over the man-prettiness on charmed.

DREW FULLER + ERIC DANE + JULIAN MCMAHON = WORLD IMPLODING.

Then after epic marathon-ness went to meet greg and cheryl at isetan, where we proceeded to walk to wheelock [greg is a hermit and did not previously know the existence of the underpass] and watch greg eat. Although i did have cake and hot chocolate. But they were absent of marshmallows, but naturally one cannot decline and say "BITCH THEN I DON'T WANT IT NO MO". After that we failed around borders and hmv where i bought disney mania and a walk to remember. then there was roaming of the entire stretch of orchard singing hsm sawngz just because we are hobos and there is really nowhere else to go.

IT'S FRIDAYYY TUESDAYYY BUT THERE'S NOWHERE TO GO...

Cheryl then proceeded to trick me and greg by luring us to the mrt and going home, but not before directing us to wisma, where me and greg discovered that yes indeed, NO ONE WANTS US AT 11.30 AT NIGHT. Walked slowly across the road, where people decided it was okay just to drive when there are young innocent children on the street. After that gave up and went home via wheelock cabstand where it was scary and there was a possibility of rape.

oh oh and i totally forgot where there was this underpass to the mrt and there's this whole row of aircons and we tried out each one. ttly the best part.


I was also totally randomly pissed last night but it's over now <3