I see some semblance of normalcy returning. I am in a foul, foul mood, and it can all be attributed to Suzanne Romaine’s Language In Society: An Introduction to Sociolinguistics. I am so grouchy. It’s so fucking BORING and I hate studying things that are vaguely commonsensical, yet use a legion of examples to illustrate the points they’re making and don’t fucking bother to separate the examples from the main content which makes skimming VERY HARD. (I tend to skim over examples and just study the content. It’s how slackers do it. Examples can be studied closer to the exam, since I’m not going to remember them and will have to re-study them anyway.)

I want to BITE something. It would be optimal if I could have a person to bite, but I think I’m just being very scary so I will stop publicizing such information. Don’t you ever feel like biting something and just clamping down HARD and biting for all you’re worth? Okay probably not, so I will shut up now.

Edit: I attempted substituting my hand with bakkwa as object to take out said biting urge on, but my jaw is just getting tired from the chewing which is not to be confused with biting.

Random Note: Go buy 4D. The entire of 23 Oct 2005 remained post-less at dubdew.com! Considering the usual 3 posts a day, I think that’s something quite buy-4D-worthy. And the number of people who noticed is quite unnerving. Erk.

Why couldn’t my dad have written some half-baked Christmas song and left me with the royalties to sponge off on for the rest of my life.

grrrrrrrrrrrrawrrrrrrhhhhhh

Now Playing: Soma FM

“Show me how you do that trick -
The one that makes me scream,” she said,
“The one that makes me laugh,” she said,
And threw her arms around my neck.
“Show me how you do it,
And I promise you, I promise that
I’ll run away with you.”

For some reason, the thought of getting skewered is making me feel that much safer. I have no idea why you’re putting up with me, and I don’t think my friends really know either. The general consensus is that I’m beyond crazy mad, but hey I suppose that makes you a little crazy mad too.

Now Playing: some cheesy song that I’m too embarrassed to put up. (Belle, it’s not what you’re thinking.)

In full graphic detail, no less. Oh my mama. That’s a picture book you’re not gonna buy your kid, I don’t think.

What a fuckwit. (via cowboycaleb)

i live like a hermit in my own head when the sun shines again i’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole just like the faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound but while you debate half empty or half full it slowly rises

notthinkingstraightmakeheadshutupplease

There’s a certain thing about women. The way they move, the way they speak, the way they blow your mind. I love women. But I hate being with them. I don’t know if it’s just me - and actually it probably is - but somehow things just end up souring beyond repair and then I lose a friend, a lover, and a [insert time spent together] of the happies that peppered the sads and just kinda managed to tide you through those days when life just wasn’t being fair but you at least had her to call and cry to, knowing she’d never be too busy or too tired or too impatient to put up with your mindless blabbering and emo-neediness.
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Tutorial today with The Walrus was quite a shocker - midway through class, she said the word ‘hoot’, complete with emphasizing the oo so as to make some point or other about long vowels and the suchlike. (I think.)

Anyhoo. To my horror, she promptly transformed from a walrus into an owl, right in front of my eyes. What with the huge, black spectacles framing her eyes - which were widened in excitement (how the hell can anyone be so excited about phonology?!) - and large round face, the horrific picture was completed with the cooing, hooting sounds. I was convinced she was going to start flapping (not too far out of her repertoire of frenetic gestures) and fly out the window.

Upon reporting this incredible transformation to a friend of mine via SMS, I was duly informed that I make school sound like Hogwarts. I can only wish it was so exciting.

I think I scared the majority of my friends last night with that episode, and while I don’t want to jinx anything by saying I’m completely okay now, I do feel a lot better. So thanks for the concerned calls (especially the one two that came from London), the messages, the emails, the comments, the everything. Believe me, I don’t think I scared anyone quite as much as I scared myself. I’ve never experienced such a lack of control over my emotions, with a reason that I can’t find to boot.

For those who I haven’t managed to talk to/whose fears that I’m turning into some sort of suicidal wreck I’ve yet to allay, yesterday was just some sort of culmination of the past few weeks’ tiredness, grouchiness, and everything else, and everything just kinda crumbled when something, at the end of that very long day, happened to trigger the chain reaction off. Plus it didn’t really help that I had soggy feet from inadvertently stepping into one too many puddles.

A friend commented that my blog just seems like some sort of cry for help, and somehow I get the feeling that if I was reading this I’d just sound attention-seeking to myself. Which is beginning to bug me (on top of everything else). And now that statement could just be some sort of plea for validation that whoever’s reading this doesn’t think so….. and I should just stop going round and round in circles inside my head. Okay please disregard this paragraph.

What’s interesting, though, is how all of a sudden literally everyone seems to either have been under medication for depression, or have had a loved one in that position. This either means that A) Singapore is very small, or B) a far greater number of people actually suffer from this and seek treatment than I previously realised. I’m reckon it’s a combination of the two.

Useless Information Nugget of The Day: Cockroaches can live 9 days without their heads before they starve to death.

Righty-ho, hope I don’t give any of you cockroach-phobic people any headless-cockroach related nightmares. Heh. But it’s quite weird ah. Okay actually there was another “fact” that was even worse and it involved bugs as well so count yourselves lucky! (Don’t tempt me - I just might post it when you least expect it!)

Okiedokes it’s time for me to go get some studying done for my test later, which I accidentally studied for 2 weeks ago because I thought the content for today’s was actually coming out in that one. Stupid, I know. But what to do? (And it doesn’t help that I’ve been procrastinating, since technically - oh don’t you just love technicalities - I already have studied for it. Bah.)

After today my midweek blues will be over and done with! I love (the ends of) Thursdays. :) Now. My eyebags are stretching from here all the way to Yugoslavia, and I just have to figure out a way to lug them all around school with me today. Ergh.

Now Playing: Waiting For Wednesday by Lisa Loeb

This just brings the Voodoo Willy joke to mind. Eep. (via adri)