Wedding vows and insensitive cows

I was flicking through Brisbane News and I just have one suggestion to make. In those recent marriages, they should put their occupation next to their names, or maybe how much they earn, 'cause all the dudes are chubby and the women are prettay. It confuses me. D=

I cut my pale blue skinnies into shorts and they're coo'. I hated those skinnies but nao, I wear them a lot a lot a lot. They go down a bit higher than my knobbly knees so that's aiight ey.

There was something I was going to say.. But, it was lolathetic, so *mumbles*. Oh, apparently Hitler's Nikon D7000 is arriving mid-November. What an ordeal, those Nikon managers ought to be gassed.

Exams are over, and I'm mindlessly traipsing about my house, playing with the neighbour's dogs and waiting for my 18th to arrive so I can finally trash my liver - legally. Doing some last minute cleaning before our flight tonight.

London+Austria. Here we come.

Island In The Sun

LOL, I sometimes read my blog when I’m super duper bored, but that rarely happens, because I’m so busy *shifty eyes*. You know, going out, clubbing, gracing at exclusive events… Oh, the lies I tell. Colon-open bracket.

After this week, we’ll be able to party and do whatever the Netherworld we want. Chyeaa. But for those that failed, make sure you don’t fail your supplementary exams. My heart goes out to you. I’m probably not kidding when I say that, ‘cause I might need to take a supp for anatomy. For now, let’s play the blame game and pin it all on the Muslim that set the neuro component of the exam. Damn, I really do like neuroanatomy and I’d consider becoming a neurologist, but you ruined it all! I remember in the exam, I was like, uhhh… the answer is… C. *Next question* The answer is… C. *Sigh* Too late now, all I can do is just study and hope I don’t need to take a supp.

I don’t want to be kept down a year. Cos aww, I love my physio’s. Especially those two kids: the Christian and the Muslim. Opposites do attract, ey. Hurhurhur… I’m going to break someone’s camera by the end of this week, though.

Pray and study hard for the coming exams. 4 more days. *Thumbs up*

Prayer list: Francis and her kids, my great-aunt - who fractured her femoral neck, my mum - who was diagnosed with an osteoma and, thankfully, not a benign brain tumour and Joanne – who’s recovering from bowel cancer surgery.

Lastly, forgiveness is the key to happiness.

Live long and prosper.


It was never my intention to blog about my personal life on here… After posting approximately 100 posts on my personal blog and having only 10 responses, I got the point. But the main reason I had to temporarily discontinue my private blog was because although it contained details of my inner and mellifluously put thoughts, it did contain some carnal linguistics which weren’t appropriate for my stalker parents-of-friends’ eyes. It’s fitting as now I can commence my classy and sophisticated lifestyle.

That said, it will be hard to deal with these people who delight in my annihilation by spreading nasty rumours, but I have faith that God will serve justice to those that try.

Turns out, I’m not as draconian as my friends regard me to be. I actually have a soul! I’ll play nice now.

What was I saying… AH, yes, classy and sophisticated lifestyle…

LeGarçon: A gentleman who's alter ego is a bespectacled adolescent who refuses to succumb to society's perception of class (by being an all-round loon)

Currently listening to "Good Stuff" by CLOR.

Chuck and Blair

Wait, did I just see Blair and Chuck kiss again? Yes, I did!
My life has officially started again.

Chuck: I wanted to let you know, the treaty is over.
Blair: Fine with me, this pretense of civility was exhausting.
Chuck: Being amicable isn't in our blood, I've realized we're not friends, friends have to like each other and after what happened tonight, I could never like you.
Blair: I could never like you either. In fact, I hate you.
Chuck: I've never hated anyone more.
Blair: Every nerve ending is electrified by hatred.
Chuck: There's a fiery pit of hate burning inside me and it's ready to explode.
Blair: So it's settled then.
Chuck: We're settled. *Rips legal agreement* Pauses *Grabs Blair around the neck*

These weapons may be deadly. Ex Oh.
Ooh la la.

ELLE Magazine: Leighton Meester & Ed Westwick

Will disappear for a while due to finals. Wish me luck!

Le Garçon
Currently listening to Robyn: Dancing On My Own