Distracting lists and Redbulls

5 basic symptoms to know that your life has been consumed by UNI:

1) Your diet is reduced to nothing but energy drinks, instant noodles and bread.

2) Realisation that your social life with real people is basically non-existent and is replaced by the company of books, articles and essays.

3) Retardation of social skills, when, NAY, IF, you ever come in contact with humans (again); language either sounds like all those essays you’ve done (intro-argument-conclusion) or some sort of  gibberish.

4) Metamorphosis of physical appearance, that is, skin becomes the colour of various shades of pale and pasty gray, dark circles under your eyes become bigger than your eyes itself, and acne, dear moses, ACNE.

5) When someone asks you if you want to do something fun, the first image that comes to your mind is sleeping for 24 hours straight.

 

Ugh. My face is breaking out again. Must be uni. It has to be. I can look at my physical predicament in one of two ways: one, that because this is due to stress, and stress is due to uni load, and uni will continue for 2 more suicidal years, these facial buggers are more-or-less semi-permanent OR; two, acne is related to puberty, puberty is to adolescence, adolescence is to young, preppy, careless teenagers whose major life questions consist of who’s going out with who.

I prefer to choose the latter.

(Just releasing some frustration, I always do this. Bear with me. Love-love, baby~)

 

Romantique

The first time I have ever seen a timepiece mechanical watch was when a friend showed me one when I was in Japan. I forgot who had it, it’s either a Swiss person (it would make sense) or this French guy. But anyway, I think he said his grandfather gave it to him (or I could possibly be making this story up, I love romanticism). And it’s this watch where you could open up the back bit to see all the mechanical engineered tinkerings inside. Haha I obviously do not know what they’re called. Nuts and bolts? Wheels and cogs? But I remember exclaiming, “Omg it doesn’t have a battery?!” <–ignorant

So after I realised there are watches that do not rely on batteries of some sort, I sat there looking at the wheels turn, amazed that the only thing it ran on was the person’s pulse. If there’s any chance of you seeing one, just watch it; it’s so hypnotic in a very soothing, relaxing way.

I completely forgot about it until I remembered it today and my adventurous mind started to wander again. There are no profound revelations here, my apologies. But just an image of myself stumbling upon an old, un-commercialised (but well-known in the area) watchmaker shop somewhere in Switzerland. And I was buying a timepiece watch, something I’d pass on to my children and their children’s children from the shop’s master watchmaker itself. And my undeniably awesome husband would be taking me back to the same shop every 3-5 years for the same watchmaker to service it.

*dreams* (gah, stupid photos. Why are you so tiny?!) I am getting so stressed out here, someone please take me to Switzerland now. If you can’t, you know what to get me for Christmas. 😉

Passing the randomness around

Jhoni said I get frustrated easily. I would beg to differ, except I believe that. And hence why I put up peEVE.

So in my hermit-stage of essays and frustrations, things like music help me relax. And because I don’t download pirated copies (much), I’m so grateful for YouTube and its videos of virtually anything my random world likes. Yes, I do know I sound like the biggest geek now. But not as geeky as certain people who post comments on YouTube. Wait, actually no, I like geeks. These people though annoy the crap out of me; I call them YouTwits–haha! I do love my wordplay. Click on it to read my rant, or check out my other rants on my peEVE page.

LOL why am I plugging this so much?! Because I get to share my entertainement with you guys. Aww…

For the record though, I have nothing against YouTube commenters (?); some of them are fun to read. I came across this one comment on FooFighter’s ‘Best Of You’ video. Talking of Dave Grohl, the band’s lead singer:

“In my next life, I want to be reincarnated as Dave’s microphone.

LOL”

Hahaha! Yes, LOL indeed. If I believed in reincarnation, at the moment, I would like to be reincarnated as the mug Jason Mraz drinks of first thing in the morning.

Or the apparatus of which he smokes his doody. “LOL”

(Side)note: Clearly, the result of essays.

Looking like a Lady.

 I wonder if Lady Gaga ever misses wearing normal clothes? That somewhere deep inside her, a voice is desperately begging to let herself just wear dirty trackies, a worn out jumper and a pair of thongs. It just seems like walking around in clothes (or lack thereof) from outer space can get a bit uncomfortable and heavy, you know? Here Lady Gaga, look at this happy chap, with a flannel jacket, a shirt specifically advertising the kind of alcohol you’d like to drown in, and a cold one in your right hand, doesn’t this look fun?  

“Yiih mate, been wanting to do this aye? Grab meself some coldies and just hang with the lads aye?”

 

 But I don’t know, that’s just me. That’s probably why I’m here at home wearing my oldest pants (with a hole on them) and not winning Grammies and raking in the money. It’s all good.

(Note: Fact number 1: I actually enjoy looking at Lady Gaga’s fashion; number 2: I’m bored. And I don’t endorse alcohol. haha! )

To wake his love with love’s first kiss, and prove that true love conquers all.

Awaken Sleeping Beauty, let me wipe away those tears.

I shall comfort your weary heart, the one filled with fears.

You’ve been numb and broken,

Real beauty’s swept aside

But don’t you know I chose you, you’re my Princess, you’re my Bride?

 

 I know your past is riddled with agony and pain,

An intricate jar that’s been broken, time and time again.

And with this harsh reality, your life has put you through,

I heard your screams of “I give up!” and

from my presence, you withdrew.

 

I saw you give away yourself to deceitfulness and lies,

The value I’ve bestowed in you were entrusted to blind eyes.

Didn’t you hear me mourn, the cries of my broken heart?

I cannot bear, from you, to be apart.

 

Now let me take you back into my arms where you belong,

Let me make you whole again because in your weakness, I am strong.

I’ll lift up the veil from your eyes to reveal my glory and my pride,

Because since the moment I have thought of you, you’ve been my Princess, my Bride.

 

Dedicated to the King who searched for me

when I was lost.

You found me.

Creative Ventures & Vanity

Thank God for Photoshop at work. hahah

I know, for all you creative people out there, I have to apologise if I taint the name of ART; these things are merely the result of boredom and a spark of creativity. And vanity, I am my own best model. Ha.ha. Everything was rushed and I’m not a person of patience. If it looks good enough, then it’s good enough.

But it sure woke up that sleeping artist inside of me.

 P.S. Ok the noise quality kinda went a bit spastic in some photos. Gah. Fail. I might re-do these in the near future. Might.