Goodmorning
This is the Algae Residences
How may I help you,

My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise.
P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom.
P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops.

Indigo'09
1Hcube'08
2HighOnHiccups'09
Modern dancer
bolditalicunderlinestrikeout

right. didn't blog much yesterday cuz i was wallowing over the fact that i have a deprieved wardrobe.
and god isn't nice enough to bless me with talents like louise bagshawe or gabriel(he had brains at least)
or beauty like roxanna felix or emma watsons or taylor swift.

anyway, this weekend has been a bam bam one.
rushed out of school hollering like a crazy idiot all the way to sdt.
and i did tell you about how irritating is my body right?
then decided to write my story while waiting to do cip.
and i lost the friggin manuscript. damn me.
cip was fun. doodling on people's hand; trying to convince myself that there are some form of art genes within me.
but in the end, i didn't convince myself.
got a shot with the machine gun thermometer. -.-
the lady working with us was nice.
that's a consolation.
and remind me, i owe yixin 50cents.

saturday was va-va-voom shopping. 12 hours straight.
HAHA.liked it alot.
and i went shopping today.
at 9am in the morning.
yipee(:
i really believe i major in shoppalogy. and retardedlogy at the same time.

yeah, so now i'm bloghopping even though i have homework piling up like carbon dioxide being released into the air. million of tons per year.
imagine the impact. on me.
and i'm thinking. thought-provoking, that type of thinking. not the kind that makes you waste your brain juice on a maths topic you know it'll never be of any use unless you aspire to be mr chan/mr chee/mr egg

what if really, i'm no longer who i am.
maybe the girl i've always wanted to be like.
sickly, pale, weak, skinny tall, smart, sweet, kind, soft, gentle, quiet.
that's the me that i always see in my dreams when i was 6.

but that's not me,
will algae be the same if i'm no longer -
loud, short, tanned, irritating the hell outta your guts, annoying, sickening, ugly, low IQ and EQ, waste of space, resources and money that kind of person.
i'm sure mr chee would be happy if the pain in the ass is no longer here.
did i tell you that he wanted to shoot me with a rubber band and tape my mouth.
well, way to go, chee. hands off me.
will i be the same?

anyway, here's a song i'm reflecting on now.

If today was your last day,
Tomorrow was too late,
Could you say goodbye to yesterday..
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day

what the hell is liquid heroin? it starts with la... something, something.
damn me. my stupid less than 512 MB brain.

anyway, i'm writing new stories.again.hope you're not surprised.
it's about dancers.
i'm just reflecting on our oh-so-wonderful green dance.
with added romance, hatred and bitchiness.
and all names are changed. i don't think anyone will be able to guess who's who.
and another one is about a bratty hiress finding true love.
gahhh. how cliche. but somehow, i just like it.
bagshawe inspired this.
alright, and hell, i need the mega-hit inspiration to just bam me in my face.
come on, hit me. hit me.



it didn't.
and i still can't prove to J anything.
that even if i have no fashion taste in life, i can conjure versace, karen miller, channel dresses out of my puny little brain.
and actually make someone cry reading my story(i cried writing my amanda story which is sadly, uncompleted)

fucking hell just let me do something right.
i can't write.
i can't dance.
i can't sing.
i can't study.
i can't be the world best business woman.
i can't play any instrument.

oh hell.


can't any guy just sing this to me on his knees, pull out a tiffany ring and bloody well propose to me?
random thought.
and i don't flirt with guys.note that.especially catholic high.

i'm sorry i'm bad
i'm sorry i'm blue
i'm sorry for everything i said to you
and i know, i can't take it back
i love how you kiss
i love all your sounds
baby, the way you make my world go round
and i wanted to say,

i'm sorry




if today was my last day, how would i live it?





write a story and then burn it,
algae

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