The Perfect Boyfriend?

I stole this from somewhere:
-Fashion Style

I couldn't help but disagree with this girl, and since I left my lovely journal in school, I'll be writing about it here!

I don't want a boyfriend who goes around shouting "I LOVE YOU" at me, that would just seem like he's some sort of obsessed pervert. In fact, if possible I don't want anyone to know that I have a boyfriend! It feels weird even though nobody really gives a damn. Well, I wouldn't walk outside when it's 60 degrees! But if I'm really bored and have the mood to go walking, I wouldn't mind a dog and a hand =)

I guess there's not much to write about, since I will never know how dating in school feels like. But I must say, I have quite the perfect boyfriend... Which makes him kinda gay, because gays are all perfect.

I definitely don't think that a guy who wakes me up on weekends is perfect. Dude, I'd be happier and love you more if you just leave me the hell alone and let me snooze to my heart's content on Saturdays and Sundays!

Arguing with my friends that he loves me more... HAHAHA that sounds... I don't know how it sounds because I'm definitely not keen on the idea. Imagine how he'd look like arguing with my friends... OH NO... No, no... Wrong image... Wrong image...

When I'm sick, bring me porridge, stay by my side, let me sleep and after I grow unconscious, do whatever you want. Forget about chick flicks! I want horror movies! Comedies work fine too... Let me see... When I fall sick, I usually go about doing the stuff I want to at home... Except for the fact that I don't shower when I'm ill =-= Ehehe...

Why do I have a feeling that the person who wrote the text in the picture has never had a boyfriend before? Why does she give me the impression that she's around my age? Why does she sound like the type of unreasonable female that only a brain-dead guy can satisfy? Or maybe she's just too normal, and 100% female... Unlike someone here...

Ahaha...

What did I just write? Was all of the above really necessary? Oh seriously... I just want to strangle myself sometimes!

If I could make a few adjustments to my guy, I'd tweak his biological clock, cure his phobia of gory/horror movies... Wait... I think that's about it =3

AHAHAHAHA! So I really have nothing else I want to change?! That's a surprise! But I guess his sissy personality is what makes him... HIM... I'm smiling like a retard right now. HAHAHA. Although I already have such a nice guy by my side, she still haunts me.

I haven't talked to her in almost two years now.

I haven't seen her for quite a while now.

But it's funny how I always end up with her in my mind, wondering how she is, and how is her love life. I don't know why I even think about her though, it's not like I know her that well or anything... I just... We just    crossed paths for a while...

AH, why am I even talking about it right now? I should be sleeping... But I'm afraid to turn out the lights... Even more afraid to go to the bathroom... IT... IT will come for me from the sewers! AHHHHHHHH! CLOWNS! BALLOONS! PENNYWISE! AHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Stephen King, why are you such a genius?

Band Trip~2010~

Band trip... One day... To Genting, then to Times Square, stop for dinner on the way back... Then... Finally... Back home...

Thursday...

DAMMIT...

School's on Monday. I feel like killing myself already.

PMR...

PMP =_=

ARGH!

SCHOOL'S ON MONDAY T^T

Let's not talk about that. I hate it. Just thinking about that makes me wanna jump down from a high place.

Right.

The trip.

It was... Fine... Okay... Cold... Nice... Not nice...

My legs still hurt. 

There HAD to be clowns. I was in such a bad mood that they made me so scared that I forgot about my bad mood and became scared. At least they didn't wear THAT much make up... I have no idea why children like clowns. They are freaking scary. Killer clowns. Killer dolls. 

Next time, I think I'm gonna bring cup noodles to Genting. Dammit. I spent about 90 on food. 30+ on tea, 17 on a freaking Happy Meal which made me UNHAPPY, 2.10 on an ice cream, 20 on rice, 10 on a sausage and Milo, about another 18 on breakfast this morning...

Oh well...

At least I got what I needed.

Yes, I bought a t because I feel bad about not changing when going out with you.

What?

At least I got a shirt as an excuse to my mum... You do not wanna know how much I used... 

WELL

Uhhh...

Nothing.

RIGHT.

THE TRIP.

On the bus... Leaving school.

Before that, we went exploring the school. Saw a kitten. Damn cute. Damn small. It liked me so much, I had to carry it for Jessica when we explored the school a SECOND time. It was so hungry that it thought I had milk, either that or I just smell damn good. Good thing it didn't tear my shirt. Or else... 

Lalala~

So... On the bus... While everyone's sleeping so nicely, I WAS WAITING FOR A REST STOP. I held it in for 2 freaking hours. We passed two stops that I was so worried that we weren't gonna stop at all... I was looking at the road, for rest stops...  Jessica just... opens her eyes and does nothing. She couldn't sleep. And I thought I was the only one awake. The person behind me slept so nicely that I heard him snore. Not like a pig la, very soft. 

Morning came.

When we finally stopped for breakfast, I went to sleep.

Nobody went down. After 30 minutes, I woke up and went down. So... Yeah... I just slept for 30 minutes. From about 5.30am to 6am =_=

Called Zongxu TO TELL HIM THAT WE WERE HAVING BREAKFAST. Because everyone was wondering who's gonna be responsible for calling him and then suddenly turned to me. I wonder why...

Was conversationless as usual with him.

Tuu...Tuu...Tuu...

The bus went up the hill... 

Tuu... Sounds more like a train, but, whatever. That's the best thing that I can think of.

Nice scenery, I felt jumping into the clouds. They looked so soft, so fluffy... If you wanna suicide, do it there, you'll never know when you might hit a rock and die.

Genting...

Left the bags in the lobby, then off we go, to the outdoor park.

I found feeding the fishes more interesting than going on rides that makes you throw up. 

Right. I spent 12 on fish food...

=_=

I was having a headache, and the queues are long... So... Feed the fishes, it's relaxing, easy, and the fishes get some food, people take photos of them, I get less bored, less stressed, less moody... I'm just not a morning person... I felt like dying in the outdoor park. I never rode anything extreme. Got myself and the others soaked because I wanted to ride the water log thing. 

You have to hold on real tight, if not, you might fall off half way... And... The heaviest three that day HAD to share the same boat =_=

After drying ourselves with the other ride, we went to the restroom and dried ourselves properly... Uhh... Not properly... With the HAND dryer... Not HAIR dryer... 

I'm killing myself. I smell like a giant rose T^T

I can't continue this post like this...

I can't...

Or wait...

You can't continue this post cause your eyes are hurting?

Well, have a break, have a Kit-Kat. There's a long, long way to go.

After drying. Lunch time.

Thanks to Si Kai, we climbed down the stairs, and up again, then down the other one, then go back up again... Then... We finally went back indoors, and went to McDonald's to have my UNHappy Meal.

That's when my headache got worse. Worse headache, even moodier.

They had to DRAG me... Literally DRAG me to the outdoor park again. I was saying that I was gonna be fine on my own and that I was gonna wait at the lobby till three, BUT NO... They HAD to drag me out... They said that he was waiting for me? Yeah right, I just followed them, met more clowns, and waited for them to finish while I took pictures of flowers. 

Pictures.

Everyone owns a freaking DSLR these days. They feel uncomfy when using a TINY cellphone to take pictures, and sorry my tiny cell has its own stupid light settings that the guy couldn't take a pic using it because he's too smart and doesn't know how to use a cell to take pictures anymore. And sorry I don't like self portraits and don't know how to self pose and self take at the same time.

Recycled Christmas. 

After checking in at 3.30pm or some where near that time, we went to our room. Me, Mariane, Shirley, and Jessica. Jessica left her clothes all over the bed to dry, I threw all my junk food out on the bed too. A big mess. So... I just used Shirley's and Mariane's bed to lie down.

Few minutes later...

Got a text. 

Right.

Damn. Had nothing to wear. Just brought ONE change. 

Took the extra key, went out and bought something to wear. Not bad, at least I found something. 

Went back to my room after half an hour of rushy clothes shopping. They are still asleep... Had a shower, came out, STILL ASLEEP... 

When they went out at about 5, I was still in the room, sitting down, slowly eating seaweed and drinking tea. Felt so sleepy. As I was dozing off, I heard a knock on the door. NO. Don't guess. Room service. Actually scared the hell outta me when nobody answered me when I asked who the heck is knocking.

Walked a bit.

Had coffee...

No wait...

I had tea and a lolli.

Went back.

You're fast. You disappeared when they unlatched the door =_=

Dinner. Walked around. Finally. Food court.

Had Taiwanese food.

While I was eating...

Matthew nicely came, nicely took his chair, nicely sat down, nicely drank coke, nicely had fish and chips, nicely left... 

SPEECHLESS...

He's so clueless that it's a good thing.

Damn you Justin... I think you're right, I think I'm sick. But wait, I'mma prove you wrong when we go out tomorrow. 

I think I should really sleep now...

Yes. Yes.

Mostly, I spent time with him.

Yesterday and today. 

TOLD YOU I WAS BETTER AT NIGHT.

Hmm...

Cold air.

An angry mouse.

=_=

Cold air feels good... Well... Different from an air conditioned room. It's cold, but it's natural, so, you wont feel that cold... Alright... That's just me, you were freezing in your very short hoodie. You could have left anytime you wanted, I'm already used to having nothing and being alone. But thank you, you cared.

Somehow, I knew you'd come back.

If it didn't start raining, I would be there all night. I'm serious, I can do that, there's always something when there's nothing. So, when there's nothing... A lot goes through my mind, but, I try to shut my mind up by listening to music. Yeah. I'm weird. But... It's a good thing, waiting isn't a problem for me.

You were so happy to finally leave =_=

You don't like being with me that much? Either that or you just hate the cold and aloneness. 

Well...

It felt weird, but, at the same time, it didn't. Because it was you maybe? I could hold anybody's hand and swing it lalala without feeling anything. Not even the warmth. But... You... Yeah... Even when it's cold, it was warm. Again... I miss your hand...  

Was my head heavy?

I have to admit. I was trying REAL hard NOT to use your shoulder AT FIRST. But then... I gave up resisting. Boop. I sleep. Until my mum messaged me...

It's always my mum...

It felt... Wow... I always wanted to do that!

I felt happy I guess, I finally have a shoulder to lean on, instead of sleeping straight, or using the window. In both ways, I have somebody... I'll try not to be pushy and rely on you too much though, you're not gonna be near. 

Indescribable. 

I have a habit of hugging everything I lean on.

It was so hard for me to NOT turn around and hug you T^T

That's why I kept pinching myself, I guess... And it was too bright to hug you =_=

I should shut up now.

This post of TRIP is a failure.

The toilets at Times Square another failure.

I can't think straight when I'm sleepy and with my head spinning, and I think I'm hungry...

Gonna have ramen. And tea.

Yes, the best part about all this, why I'm happy and the trip didn't suck. It's obvious isn't it? Even if I had nothing to buy while shopping... Even if I had nothing I wanted to do... The reason I'm even happy...

You...

 

 

Enchanted Doll by Marina Bychkova

Was too bored, clicking around... And found this Enchanted Doll...

http://www.enchanteddoll.com/ 

Go to her blog and look at those HANDMADE dolls that make you go "WTF?!SHE MADE THEM?!"

I would like to be her friend. LOL. Maybe I could get on of her dolls as a present =P.

As you can see, those handmade dolls are one of a kind, and one of a kind things have one of a kind price. A doll costs a few thousand. Hmm... It's reasonable, I would like one... By twenty eight... Yeah, I will buy one ^_^

I wonder if I should start saving up now...

Just look at the doll...

It looks so real! I didn't find a nude one on purpose la... But, you know? She really paints all the details... I'll find an even nuder one~

For some reason, they all have sad eyes... It's like they're saying...

"No... Don't keep me in a box! Don't look at me naked! Don't take pictures of me naked!"

She even painted... Never mind... Really detailed.

She spends about 150 hours on each dolly. Hard work... Mm... Nice dolls...

When I first saw the dolls...

I got scared...

WHAT? I'm afraid of dolls AND clowns T^T

What an unusual fear...

I love teddy bears though.

The dolls look so sad, and so real, it's like they're crying ='(

They are so pretty. I want to have one, but... I'm scared to have one... What if my life turns into a nightmare if it came to life and tried to kill me? It's like Child's Play... With that killer doll Chucky... Oh god... My fear of dolls started with that movie... When I was six...

AHHHHHHHHHH

I'm scared, I want one, but... I'M SCARED...

If my fear of dolls AND clowns still wont go away when I'm 28... Am I hopeless?

I'll tell you one more thing...

I'm afraid of music boxes...

=_=

Just all things dolls and clowns and music boxes, okay?

They make a scary combination.

Every time I hear the sound of a music box, my hair stand. When I see DOLLS, I jump. When I see clowns, I stare at them for a while then run away... I'm beginning to think that the clown at McDonald's is evil =_=

Who knew I was such a baby... I'm afraid of the pathetic things in life.

Admitting EVERY fear NOW, isn't a good time... If I admit them all at once, you'd be dead. Cause you laughed to hard. Probably rolled down the stairs while laughing.

While normal people fear robbers, I fear dolls. 

Dolls and Clowns... SCARY

I've been afraid of dolls and clowns since I was six, because of Child's Play... Damn that Chucky...

I don't know, I still LOVE stuffed animals, but... No... NO DOLLS! OMG... I even locked my sister's doll in the cupboard, the one with large eyes, and you know what's worse? When you lie it down, it closes it eyes and when you let it stand up, it opens them! ARGH! But, I don't have to worry, seems like being afraid of dolls runs in the family == My sisters, my bro... Wow...

Clowns, well... They always gimme the creeps, who knows what's under their colourful faces... Maybe a zombie! Killer clowns... Killer clowns... FAINT...

Zombies and Scarecrows are another thing... But dolls and clowns? They're on top of my GET-AWAY-FROM-ME-LIST... Shivers...

Well, I'm just bored, let me remind you why I hate dolls and clowns so damn much~

A two in one... Evil killer baby dolly clown...

I have no idea why I chose this pic... With a girl in it... Chucky don't look scary, but... I wouldn't want to meet him...