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I'm having mood swings.
The arrow's swinging like an over pressurized pot through jealously, envy, anger, fear and paranoia. Swing swing swing from the tangles of my heart.

Lumixics

I haven't taken much pictures with my Lumix so here's a random no point intended post with pictures, I recently cleaned my room cause you know how crazy I am about the mess made from a particular messy person.

Rearranged my table to place my CPU on the other side of the desk. Got the corkboard back, ready to use for school and plenty of paper space if maintained properly.



Want more books and I do have a fair collection of kid shit too.


Tons of knick knacks and the rarely used but still pretty make up box.

Bag overflow. Only one in the dust bag for obvious reasons is the Fendi.

I'm really proud of this section of the wardrobe cause I managed to stuff all of my boyfriend's casual wear into just one slot. Vertically folded for full visuals.

Oh this morning someone used destructo fingers to destroy my hairband and hair products holder. So here's my make shift hair band holder made of twine and lots of masking tape. The products are just laid out there everywhere over the counter.

Men Rant

How to you live with men? I swear I'm going crazy.

The boy is always sick all the time, goes whining about it when it's obvious he's not well cause he's staying up late for no reason and has to get up early for work. There was once he had to wake me up from my sleep to wince in pain and unsympathetic girlfriend was ticked off.

The boy is also a fart machine that if I do not open the windows to get proper ventilation my eyes will water will they dry up and melt. Guess what?! He is completely oblivious and neutral to his rotten farts, unaffected, untouched and totally - "I swear there's no stink this time" - lying. There is no other weapon of mass destruction compared to a Calvin fart.

He can never put things back where they belong and everything always ends up on the floor. It's as if everything is a set of keys he cannot lose sight with and must throw it on the floor for obvious reasons. Not even dirty socks into the laundry?! And hangers must always land on the bed I'm still trying to get back to sleep on.

He is so fucking blind. Things can be placed clearly on the table for the early morning so when he rushes off to work he can take it. He totally forgets/didn't see it. The extent of his handicap is me pointing things smack in his face even though he's been staring at the same spot for half a minute or longer.

He buys things he never uses like 'What in God's name were you thinking' photography props, a bundle of rope for bondage and tapioca chips for display apparently. Where do I put these stuff?

He is the magnet of destruction. Just early this morning he decided to touch something and have my whole stand of hair products and hair bands fall apart, in another case like this he broke my ceramic gargle cup (in the damn morning when I frantically jumped out of bed and rushed to see if the pet got hurt).

He has very poor memory. Half of the time he cannot remember where he placed his things or did he even take them out?

SEE I KNOW I'M GOING CRAZY.

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Oh a little note. The Internet and Google really is something.
A few hours before our trip to Bangkok, I was determined to crack the code of the suitcase we intended to bring. After less than a 100 tries on an un-oiled code wheel I got really sick of trying.

"How to crack a suitcase code"
Oh and even though mine was a little more difficult with plastic wheels and a tight casing I actually managed to crack the code. I love the Internet...

Bangkok Luck

I am actually back from Bangkok without any pictures? SERIOUSLY? I am a little disappointed with Bangkok to be honest, the shopping hype really is all just hype. And sadly for some reason (it was crowded, too insanely large, people ignore you, accompanied by a boy) I didn't buy as much as I thought I would.

My boyfriend and I really have a thing for talking rubbish in taxis too. Oh and I love Tuk-xis (they're actually called tuk-tuks but don't they sound better this way?).

And I must be the most boring person when it comes to food cause I think I might actually really like my food more bland than most people cause everything in Thailand is ridiculously salty, I understand why they need such giant cups of beverages with their meals now.

Soi Cowboy was also not as exciting as I thought it would be, apparently topless; still equipped girls dancing on stage was not entertaining to me. Pretty sure that does not add from the reason that I am female.
The girls didn't seem exploited or what not I mean they really seem like they're having fun dancing on stage; pairing up with, groping and air fucking each other. They really do make being a slut look extremely appealing.
You can still totally choose not to sleep with the customers who buy you drinks and ask you to sit with them. Just let them touch you a little I mean you are already naked on stage and it does get pretty cold when you're not up there working a sweat to keep warm. Comm'on think about it, possible isn't it?

We did spend 2000 Baht or so on drinks in one night and amazingly kept going and going because we didn't feel high, I got tired instead. However, it was only on the taxi did I start to talk shit like a was drunk.
We got back to the hotel, watched porn together, got my boyfriend actually erected and got another girl to have a threesome... Bullshit.

We both fell flat asleep and woke up at the same time 2 hours or so later at 4-5AM in the morning to puke and take a dump. We are Pukasaurus and Shitake mushroom.
And the next day we both felt so sick we wasted a whole day in the hotel and the next day squirming still.

My boyfriend has lost his brain and apparently my bimbo-city is transferable. I feel smart...

Okay and now I'm back in Singapore still sick can't tell if it was the food or alcohol or the clever combination of both. So my tummy is feeling ever so funny that would tell jokes till it tears itself apart and spills out in laughter with lots of spit (also means in a more DISGUSTING term, which I did note in extremely small front: my tummy is making funny swishy sounds, ripping my anus apart and I am ass expelling/shitting water at the rate of an enema multiplied by a factor of 5. The end result is me feeling as if I've been ass fucked. Not a pretty thing in deed, why are there girls who like being ass violated?).

HELLO LOVELIES
ARTLESSALIS MAY BE ON HOLD TILL SUNDAY IF THERE IS NOT AVAILABLE INTERNET CONNECTION
OFF TO BANGKOK!

More Lists And Wants

Yeah I'm one of those girls who love showing of their bras, plus I've new obsession with backless dresses and tops. Slut factor goes max indeed.


More iconic music culture mix. Still really want to find bass knuckle rings though.

More leotards, zipper down. More slut factor. =))

And more floral, flowly pieces

DMC FX48

I just signed on to what Calvin says is a one year girlfriend contract by using my sub card to pay for this new baby in 12 month instalments. Another impulsive buy just because we chose not to bring his DSLR to Bangkok with us in 3 days.
But really this baby is something.

Marriage Bed

BY: Regina Mcbride

McBride's hypnotic novel centres on Deirdre O'Breen, who, when the novel opens, is a Dublin housewife at the turn of the twentieth century. Her life, ordinary enough on the surface, in fact roils with unexpressed passion that reaches back into her childhood on the remote Blasket Islands. There, her mother, wild with the accumulated sorrows of a life where loved men were taken by the sea, killed herself, her husband following her with a brutal passion made more damaging by Deirdre's discovery of their sea-swept bodies. This submerged vision of love and death haunts Deirdre, to be brought out when her teenage daughters return to the very school to which she was sent as an orphan. McBride has created an eerie, compelling tale of pained love, in which the Irish setting is integral and never exotic. - Patricia Monaghan American Library Association. All rights reserved

It took me awhile to get absorbed into this book. Deirdre (her main character) is multi-dimensional, a great combination of emotions in her, Mcbride brings it out gently and in such a subtle you will grow to love and feel deeply for Deirdre even though she lives in another century completely different from ours.
The fight for dominance in a new family and marriage is shown in a way I could never express as well as this (based on my own expectations of course).
But what I love most was the distance drawn in the most hurtful of instances and closed in the simplest of moments.
The book is dark and tiered yet loving and gentle.

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My knowledge on speed, spin, force and angles just isn't enough to bet Lekxy at pool...
But I had a lot of fun being ah-lian.

PS. Congee from Hong Kong Cafe really is something

Washed

Urban Boho

Typically I'm not a fan of vests but this is some shit.

"I Don't Wanna Play Games With You Anymore"

The sweetest thing you ever said was when we haven't established our relationship. You were drunk and said "I think I'm in love with you." I think whilst groping my ass.
Yeah I do love you a whole lot.

Bumps And Snaps

Honestly I don't understand how my brand new Nine West sandals can fail on me this badly. My left one snapped first, then few minutes later the right snapped in 2 different places. Calvin and I were about to take a random bus to God knows where in search of pretty portraits for us to capture on our cameras; and this just had to happen.

Also a few days ago I started getting bumps on my ankles and then my pinky finger in the same formation as the jellyfish stings I had 2 weeks ago, first they started to be an unavoidable itch then they felt exactly like the stings I felt at the beach.

How can this be happening to me? I know...
Cheryl: "I swear you're infecting me with your lameness."
Calvin: "I know! And no one has ever been infected by me."
Cheryl: "Then what's dragging me into this state of derision?!"
Calvin: "Oh sweetheart that's cause you're a perfect match."

So we went home, ankles started stinging again and we just settled for dinner at the country club, totally cancelling our idea to use our cameras.

Lacey Baggins

I really want these pants if I can't have them, I shall find a way to have them tailored. So close and different from your usual lace tights (which I am still having problems finding the perfect pair of course).

Rock Steady

I dress how I feel like on the day itself. However, no matter how much I try to revolve around with the trends I seem to always go back to the basics, the style influenced by the music I love.

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Dear boyfriend
You're going to make me feel very neglected if you continue with these ridiculous antics especially till 5AM in the morning. Break up with you, boot your sorry butt and kick you out of the house I will. Probably continue to use the sub-card as well for therapeutic shopaholism.

Love
Your curl(girl)friend

Bride Stripped Bare

BY: Nikki Gemmell, originally published anonymously.

At first, marriage equals safety to the woman ("it's a relief, to be honest, this surrendering..."), but the sex is humdrum, and Cole, her husband, is remote and fastidious—only oral sex offers a sure-fire way to orgasm and sometimes he'd just rather watch TV. To make matters worse, he may have engaged in an affair with her best childhood friend. Beginning work on her long-planned book might cheer her up—and so will an affair with lovely Gabriel, of the "cathedral-wide" chest and silky young skin. Thus she commences erotic adventures previously unimaginable. She also becomes pregnant, and the anonymous author is cannily perceptive about the vicissitudes of pregnancy and new motherhood; she writes strikingly of the surprising erotic passion, emotional upheaval and anger that can flare during pregnancy. This unusual but strangely compelling novel offers an intimate chronicle of change and self-discovery, of a woman who makes a final and unexpected choice. - Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc.

The novel addresses how every woman might be begging for something missing, it's dark yearning taking toll on the individual and then the relationship.
It is not as erotic as many reviews seem to state how ever it contains a rich use of descriptions and imagery that will take you deep into "your" - as the book was written in the form of a second person - sexual teachings to a student, your wants, needs and especially the identity risks you took in desperation for 'some'. You cannot decide whether to be aroused or disgusted.

It explores a very tight possibility of moving away and returning to a marriage. Obviously it does not give an answer to such a situation and in fact may evoke fear of matrimony. It is nasty, dreadful and terribly real.
This will make you rethink how well you actually know your partner, how well he knows you and how well you know yourself.
The book emphasizes on the lack of communication, thought and demonstration. Oh the coldness of it.

Tension builds over how long the writer can keep her secret, then the book ends; it drops and you're left ajar.

Helter Exo Skeletal

Calvin gave me this idea of posting a set or an item I'll like to add to my specific shopping list for Bangkok.

Normally I don't like overly exaggerated pieces but this thing is so beautiful, elegant and oh so dark.

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"My boyfriend refuses to let me model. But he also asked 'What makes you think you'll even go through the first round of FHM girl next door.'" - FML

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The poor embarrassed girl must learn how to sit properly, maybe buy a razor or a new set of knickers.

Welcome To The Time Of Your Life

"You wanna go Vivocity, shop and spend my money?"
Jeannette sure does know how to shop and spend her girlfriend's money of course. It is pretty fun picking out clothes for her to try. She also has no sense of direction. So after half a day of me and Sean dragging ourselves along behind her, she dragged me into a Fish Spa. And "treated" me to one of the most surprisingly torturous experience.

For some reason this spa has fishes much bigger in size compared to the ones I've seen in other shop windows. It's tickling, slimy and just dead awful. It makes you think of the sick Japanese porn involving eels and octopuses. I've a new fear for fishes now. I was so shit scared and yet ticklish. I couldn't make up my mind whether I should be laughing, screaming or tearing. So I did it all.
"1 point for kicking the small ones, 2 points for the big ones"
I earned 83279532849108302011173 points. I know... That's a lot right?
And honestly I couldn't tell if my feet were smoother because of the fishes or the soaking in water.

We met the rest later to lift our mugs to Joseph, the boy's getting into National Service. Annoying, there's gonna be one more boy to keep talking about it. But apparently he didn't recieve my text and he already made plans, when I double checked my sent messages and his name was there.

Mexican food at El Patio, lots of beer and good music at Wala Wala.

Boy's table, notice how Shaun is not located there.

Since he's slightly gay he's with us, showing his Kung-fu




Crown, Hoegaarden and Erdinger.