gonna use my heart and not my head

about 2 months or less before i head off to korea for my exchange.

im way more nervous than excited and its making me have second thoughts! like, why didn't i get turkey instead? okay, not that their english is their main language either (is it?) but at least there's comfort knowing that i can eat all the food there! ahhhh im frickin' nervous and the fact that there's so many things left unsettled is not helping me one bit!

i really need to settle the whole accomodation thing cause thats the one thing im most worried about. sigh, i need a miracle. who knows, maybe i'll miraculously be able to speak korean when i wake up tomorrow! haha, okay i seriously need to stop kidding myself.

i'm really hoping there's so much in store for me over there! its undeniable that i'll be homesick and stuff but thats part and parcel of living overseas isn't it? i think im nervous because i have no frickin' idea what to expect but hey, its basic human instinct to be afraid of the unknown! nevertheless,

I NEED SOMETHING TO CALM ME DOWN!

i like how we both look so serious at work when in fact its the exact opposite. haha, my supervisors better not see this.

how can i move on, when im still in love with you?

im officially declaring the script as my favouritest (i don't care if there's no such word) band ever. they're probably the only band whose lyrics makes sense and have great depth. beats having to listen to the word womanizer for god knows how many times!

and oh my god, they sound frickin' awesome live. seriously. here's one of my favourite:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoe00rmEAQA&feature=fvw

beat that all you lip-syncing people!

sigh, why can't they come down to singapore?! and no, i don't want them to hold a concert here because the screaming girls would sing-a-along and they would only destroy the songs and atmosphere. like how the hell am i suppose to appreciate their music then?! what would be purrfect is if they sing in a nice cafe where everyone is quiet and we each have our favourite cuppucino/mocha/frappe in our hands. ahh, bliss.

okay fat hope. i need a reality check.

anyway, i love the fact thats its a long weekend. LOVE IT. i get to wake up late and not worry about rushing anywhere. like today, i woke up around 11am and i took my own sweet time to meet my sis and get to my aunt's place. sweet. and oh, i just love going to my aunt's place! she always feed us well and i get to chill with my cousin as we watch tv and laugh/squabble over stupid matters. haha, can't believe we're so childish.

oh god, its 3am already!

if you're sleeping now, i hate you

i am so friggin' sleepy i need scotch tape to hold my eyelids and a flyswatter to slap my face.  

I. WANT. TO. SLEEP. SO. BADLY.

if only my supervisors would stop coming over! :(

anyway, my lack of sleep was due to yesterday's visa application (i had to wake up like so frickin' early in the morning! *grumbles*), shopping (hel-lo, how can you not shop when there're sales everywhere?) and a very late night movie (avatar was so oh-so-awesome!). i was practically out the whole day and my legs were so sore i swear i was looking for a wheelchair at one point of time.

to make it worse, i was late for work today. not that it matters since no one really bothers but hey, since i don't exactly do much cept surf the net the whole day, the least i could do was to come on time right? yeah, my conscience always gets the best of me. sigh. anyway, "work" (note the inverted commas) usually starts at 8.30am but guess what time i woke up today?

8.30, on the dot.

i've never jumped out of my bed so fast in my entire life! the olympics committee should seriously consider jumping out of the bed as a sport. ok kidding, my brain cells are being retarded. so i called a colleague of mine to tell her that i was gonna be late and gave some lame excuse like i had diarrhea or something. you know whats the funny thing while i was rushing? that i had to rush to work to do nothing. oh god, the irony.

its now 10.30am and i have exactly 7 more hours before i end work. shit, think its time for me to look for scotch tape and a flyswatter.

T_T

i'm yours

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

haha yes danny boy, i'm yours. :)

i'm officially an old fart

i thought my birthday was going to be plain but never have i been so wrong! i had so much fun i had to keep my sunday free so that i could sleep in! oh man, it feels so awesome...

until i think about work tomorrow. oh dear lord.

T_T

on a side note, there are 2 things that i simply can't stand.

1) weak girlfriends

ok, by weak i don't mean physically weak but rather those girls who think their boyfriends are their entire life or something. i mean, c'mon. must it be to a point where you have to go down on your knees and beg him to stay? oh god, not your dignity please. now, i would totally understand if you did something wrong because it would then make total sense to do the whole begging thing. but if it wasn't, then why the hell are you on your knees for? why the hell are you crying all night long for him? why the hell should you text message him like a gazillion times, begging him to speak to you? he's not bloody worth your tears goddammit! don't you get it? the more you beg, the more "power" you're giving him because he's got the upperhand! when he's got the upperhand, he becomes your puppeteer and takes advantage of you! now would you want that? if you said yes, please slap yourself. you're exactly the kind of girl i detest.

2) men who think they're hot stuff when in fact they're not

seriously. they need to be given mirrors for their birthdays. enough said.

hah, it feels good to rant!