Listen to JAMIE

It’s one of those good days when I’m really inspired to do something more. Something greater. Something better.

And the night has been really good.

And then I have an exam tomorrow.

Yay?

looking for a good comedy.

1. Take heed of my words. I mean every single little word that I’ve uttered.
2. On the edge.
3. In the deep water. Flailing. Seemingly bleak. But I’m stretching myself.
4. I despise that. Ugh. See no evil.
5. I’m sorry. I will do better.
6. Succumbing to some Indie Rocks.

I was rueful about not utilizing all the time I could have spent with my previous classmates. But that’s okay because we will always have FB that magically connects people. Ah, technology, we love them yet we hate them at times. To them, I used to be a scapegrace that skips lessons, but now I kind of transmogrified into someone, they would say, scary. Ahh, lovely people.

It was such a moil before this blog post. I could only put them into a few words, I would try: Despicable. Resurrecting. Cherishing. Surprising.

I don’t know.

I have a lot of things I could do, but what am I waiting for?

Gotta get started.

“You force for a decision …you might not like the answer.” ~Cuddy to House

And I will rise beyond this.

And then somemore.

Yeahhhhhhhhhh.

I love this heavy rain.

And my God.

Wanted to sleep but some weird call just brought the worst out of me.

A little nauseous now. Mum would so slaughter me if she were to know I’m awake. Considering the saga this morning, I’m pretty sure about how my body needs more rest. And maybe vitamins.

A little incoherent but I thought this quiet and eventful night would make me very articulate.

I think I was really quite rude. I impressed myself sometimes. Negatively even.

Waking at less than 8 hours later and I’m predicting a long day ahead.

My thoughts are floating.

I reasoned mercy killing as murder- like a half truth is a lie. I quoted myself just now. I’m so weird sometimes. My verbal skill can get rather retarded at times.

I hate contradictions. Ugh.

Get over it Jamie, get over it.

Okay, I love unagi.

And I need sleep.

Dozing off.

Snuggy’s right ear got teared off when I was pulling it the other night and I got mum to stitch it up for me.

Conversation between mum and I:

Mum: I better stitch the whole ear in case you tear it again.
Me: Noooo. It hurts Snuggy!
Mum: It’s even more painful for Snuggy’s ear to be teared off loh!

Hands down.