30 April 2011
His Royal Highness Prince William Arthur Philip Louis, Duke of Cambridge, Early of Strathearn, Baron Carrickfergus, Royal Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Master of Arts's and Her Royal Highness Princess Catherine Elizabeth, The Duchess of Cambridge's royal wedding was one of the most beautiful things I've seen in a while.
For once I was actually, truly awestruck by royalty.
And Kite Middleton is very beautiful. With her shiny eyes and brown hair.
Just like a real-life fairy tale.
If only.
I'm happy for them.
Maybe the only thing left to do is getting William to either shave his hair or go for treatment. He looks nice with Kate now, but I'm sure with a different hairstyle, he'll look so much better.
Just a suggestion.
On a less optimistic note, today is the day that I felt very stupid.
Like the stupidest I've been this year.
I don't know.
I'm getting really scared of my competence.
I don't want to fail.
And feel stupid.
I really don't.
12:13 AM
09 April 2011
Right. So I just started watching the first season of Grey's Anatomy.
And it's been fun.
BUT.
It couldn't come at a worse time.
There's so much to study, to complete.
ESSAYS.
urgh.
My sister is in Rome right now.
She's about to leave for Venice.
And where am I?
I'm in Singapore right now.
And I'm not leaving school anytime soon.
Life is skanky.
Meredith said something like being awake is better than sleeping.
I beg to differ.
12:11 AM
06 April 2011
Grey's Anatomy is the best midnight friend you could ask for.
EVER.
It's a life saver.
Get It?
Heh.
But furreal though.
Have you been watching this ish?
Thanks to the assignments I've been getting and the late nights I've wasted doing them.
I've been reintroduced to the television ecstasy that is Grey's Anatomy.
Channel 5's only at season 5.
And like.
Censors 55% of the actual show.
So I intend to rewatch the whole series.
YES.
The WHOLE DAMN THING.
From season 1!
Exciting, huh?
Very.
Ahhh.
And Sky Ferreira is sooooo cool, like.
Totally.
And she always looks like.
And, like, sounds too.
Like she's.
High on god knows what.
Like.
All the time.
Off to shower!
1:03 AM
05 April 2011
Being 17 has opened my eyes to a lot of things.
A lot of shit, really.
And the change of environment, you know, with girls and new friendships and relationships and all that has been one heck of a ride.
An interesting one, but not altogether enjoyable one.
I still see little good in people.
It's been harder and harder to remain optimistic about humanity.
Every passing day I just see more bad in people.
It's not that I choose to only see the bad in people.
It's that it's hard for me to ignore the bad.
No matter how small it may be.
But really though.
I don't know who to trust.
I trust no one.
And they things they do and say, the people they associate with, the things they don't do.
It's frightening how no one truly is how you perceive them to be.
That everyone has changed.
Unapologetic change.
Obnoxious.
And plain conceited.
Like what I thought I knew of them was wrong.
That I'm not safe even in the company of "close" friends.
And you know.
I really do mean it when I say that I want to keep a low profile.
And I don't care what goes on on Facebook.
I know what goes on by sincerely, I don't care.
That is, unless there's mention of me.
Other than that.
I don't give a fuck.
And yeah.
Maybe one of the reasons I don't want to reactivate my account is because I don't want to conform to the norm.
It's pathetic.
I don't want to be like the people around me.
And yeah, Facebook doesn't shape the way someone is.
But by keeping away from it, I know at least that I can stay away from those around me.
Call me anti-social.
I don't think I'm purely one, I have anti-social tendencies, but I'm not exactly one.
And so.
It really gets on my nerves how people give me flack about not having an account.
You know, the more you prod on the fact that I'm not on Facebook and how I don't have a life and how it's so weird, the more I'll hate Facebook.
I don't know.
I just don't like how I feel secondary more often that I'd like to feel.
I don't want to be the center of attraction, not at all.
But I hate.
I hate how I'm treated like I'm dispensable.
I'm not your piece of shit.
And I won't take your shit.
And I've always held on to this:
If I don't mean enough for you to consider me for even a portion of a second, then I really don't need you as a friend.
I don't want you as a friend.
Yes, maybe I'll only ever 10 friends in my entire life.
Maybe I'll have none.
But at least I know enough to know who actually means something to me.
I'm bitter.
And this sucks.
Because I feel like the selfish, self-consumed bad guy right now.
But really.
When ever do I get to feel sorry for myself other than when I'm my own company?
Everyone has everyone.
And the most that I have right now is myself.
And God.
But still.
Do I even deserve him?
A hard question to face.
7:33 PM
03 April 2011
Beyonce has once again put a smile on my face and meaning to my perfectly dull existence.
At 4am.
On a Sunday.
That is how amazing she is.
She may not have the most quality music.
But she sure as hell packs a punch with her performances.
I swear even the worst of songs will sound forgivable in Beyonce's hands.
She gives an inhuman amount of energy to all of her live offerings.
And the booty shaking.
Please, it's not JUST gyrating your back.
It's more than that.
It's beyond.
So.
Bitches need to take some notes.
And hold on to their wigs.
Because they're about to be snatched.
(Yes, I know it's 4.12am or something now.
I got distracted by her performances on youtube.)
3:59 AM
