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Fuck, yes.

Outfit of the day! (+ forever)

Because I practically own nothing else but an astonishing array of tshirts.

PS. Nintendo ftw.

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Sometimes, I'm such a mess in relationships. I get confused, I need clarification all the time, I need the other to express how they feel and if they don't - I bombard them with questions, trying to figure my way around their feelings. People are just complicated, really.

Which is why I have resorted to the fact that I am simply antisocial and incapable of such deep and meaningful human interaction and shall turn to my beloved animal kingdom of stuffed animals for comfort. #foreveralone.jpg

My personal favourite is Sebastian (above). He was a Christmas bear from Target in the year 2007 and was a lovely gift from my Sydney friend Lily. And he used to be super fluffy and the most cuddly bear ever (and with such a cheeky face too). But after a good four years of relentless cuddles, his fur is matted and dirty and I don't give a damn.

I wish some of your best stuffed animal friends could be real friends in life. But when I say this, I'm assuming that if all my stuffed animals had personalities - their personalities would be inexplicably awesome and have no flaws whatsoever. They would always super dedicated to me and offered me their kind words. They would know whats going on and how wrong or right something may be, but most of all - they would be there for me!

Our favourite cuddly companions are already doing all these things for us. But if they really did have personalities, I'm sure they would have their flaws too. And in that sense, I think our human friends will suffice on having the greatest personalities ever (albeit a few flaws too).

Which is why I think I like stuffed animals so much.
It leaves so much to the imagination. And they'll always be there for you, even if you stuff them in a dusty cupboard for years.

I have no idea what I'm talking about. But I love my stuffed animals.
#cuddleALLthestuffedanimals!

I'm psychologically retarded.

Crappy days continue and the outlook doesn't seem much better.
But hopefully tomorrows trip the beach with the family should help me calm down a little.

And you know how they say 'everyone has got a bit of a psychological disorder in them, everyone's a bit crazy!' and so I was lying around yesterday thinking about it and since I've studied a brief review of the whole psychological disorder thing in lectures etc I figured it was probably true.

I mean, yeah, categorizing people into psychological disorders is not cool and it is not a party trick! But if you really think about it, everyone has their quirks which could be attributed to certain disorders. Does that make sense?

Like take for example myself: I worry a lot about everything, I have a crazy streak of optimism but always expect (and for the worse of me, assume) the worst in every situation. I (rarely) have panic attacks and stress out over nothing. And I think I should just check myself into the mental ward with 'anxious psychopath' all over it.

Some of my friends are little crazy too, and I mean crazy with their quirks and awesomeness. Not crazy like - OMG I'M OBNOXIOUS AND PSYCHOTIC CRAZY, but the nice kind of crazy fun :)

Some of them might have OCD qualities, binge eating disorders (me als0), bipolar personality disorder etc. It's super fun because we're all anal about something, right? :)

Anyway, I'm gonna go watch some trashy tv. Because trashy tv (my little pony, Pokemon and video games) make me happy.

**I'm not saying that my friends are retarded okay?! I'm saying they have their fun personality quirks that make them awesome! Which makes them totally not boring. Boring people aren't much fun! And I'm not stereotyping my friends! I'm just saying their quirks remind me of some symptoms of these disorders.**

Miserable days, travelling and my funeral

Morning everyone,

Guess what? I'm having a bit of a miserable day. And yet there is still thirty minutes left in the day, who knows what will happen in the last half hour? Maybe the grudge and the ring will team up and come and eat me alive. Then I'll scream in agony and horror and die a gruesome death.

And for my funeral, we'll have a quick cremation and some cake and sad stories to tell afterwards. And people will say things like 'Oh that girl, she was always such a loser and so chronically addicted to the internet.'

It's late and my imagination is running a bit wild, probably the reason why I have such crazy dreams every now and then.

Anyway, yeah, like I was saying. I'm having a bit of a miserable day. Was meant to see a particular someone tomorrow and have a totally fantastic day just hanging out. But then our schedules were interrupted by horrible bickering parents. He is forced to work, and I am forced to clean the fridge.

That, and I have an extremely overdue and expensive phone bill to pay. And I have a ridiculously messy room to clean. And I know I was supposed to put up a post about my epic super room clean - but seriously guys, you've no idea.

It's crazy hectic! There are giant messes everywhere - stationery thrown about, plush animals rolling off my bed, thousand piece puzzles ruined and scattered, piles and piles of books in stacks everywhere.

It's been about two weeks now, and I'm still not around to finishing cleaning this (and our house will have visiting guests as of tomorrow!) so I need to finish all this by tomorrow. I don't know how I'm going to manage.

And so much to do in the final weeks before I leave. Did I mention I'm leaving? Leaving as in travelling. To Singapore and Vietnam! I'm looking forward to seeing Singapore! As for Vietnam... I don't really want to go. Vietnam kinda smells and its really dusty. Sometimes the people are rude and traffic is horrid. And I simply can't stand too much family bonding... I know it's meant to be like 'omg family, this is so awesome that we get to hang out because we haven't seen each other for years' but seriously, I've grown into a hermit. And I need my hermit space, people!

And I really want to bring the fancypants SLR camera with me to Vietnam to take pictures too, but everyone is starting to freak me out with their 'they'll kill you if they find you have expensive things/lots of money on you'

I know it sounds totally ridiculous right? But I've heard stories (mostly from my mother, because she's super paranoid and a naturally grew up in the god damn country) that some people will actually kidnap/hurt people who 'seem' wealthy.

But I dunno, whatever. Still freaks me out with her stories though. I wanted to share some here but now that I think about it, it's kind of gruesome.

I've forgotten what the point of this post was...

Have a picture of me and my piggy back buddy.


I'm getting sleepy now, so it's bed time for me. Goodnight everyone!
Let's hope tomorrow will be a better day.

RageQuit: Shallow, narcissistic bitches

There are those kinds of girls on facebook, tumblr etc who wear thick rimmed glasses without the lenses (namely, cinema 3D glasses without the lenses) and pose like fucking camwhores. And it makes me think 'wtf bitch, get a life. You must be some sad, lonely, desperate bitches.'

I'm okay with people who want to look good and presentable, and of course, on special occasion - should want to look absolutely fabulous. But you kids are just in high school, rolling your skirts up high so that the boys can look at your underpants. Empty eyeglass frames? They're just worn to make you seem 'cute and dorky' because obviously, dorky is mainstream now.

Hello Kitty is their fucking icon of all time. Their ego may be totally inflated and out of this world (in a bad way) or belittled so much that their lives revolve around their looks and popularity. They're professional at posing for everything. They think they can get away with anything - saying whatever shit they want, dumbing down whoever they want, crushing anyone who gets in their way.

Whether it's sticking your ass in someones face, shoving your tits in other peoples personal space or general worshipping only (and I repeat, ONLY) Sanrio products and Domo - narcissistic people like that really make me want to wring their brains out dry.

Seriously guys? Really? How about growing a personality and stop fitting in. If this is truly who you are then good luck worshipping Hello Kitty in 30 years time. And when you're older, maybe you can trade in your lame ass hollow glasses for real ones? If you're going to be a narcissistic gyaru then at least have an epic personality to boot.

Fucking tryhard asians.

*Full disclosure: Yes, I'm totally judging you because you're an attention seeking whore and are in no way modest about it. Yes, it's totally irrational and I do mind my own business about your fucking face. But it's not my fault you're smearing it all over my dashboard or my news feed.