the solipsist

this

Is me thinking out loud.

so talk

and leave

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Its fascinating how you can measure the level of well, closeness in this 21st century. In the medieval times, it probably came off as some kind of almost-barbaric-I-will-die-for-you because thats just things were back then. And then in the 90's it was probably photo booth prints and friendship bracelets. Now, its all I'm-your-friend-on-facebook-but-you're-not-supposed-to-talk-to-me-in-real-life and your accessibility to their myriad of online journals. Things change don't they? Oh Lyana, don't get all melodramatic on me now.

Had a lovely date with the girls on Christmas Eve. Missed those terribly. Miss Vi Ting, for that matter. As I said, the heavens are against us! Haha!

Some pictures from my humble 2 megapixel handphone camera. Pictures of the sky, right from my bedroom window.

The general view:

At 1pm:

3 hours later:

It will rain soon, from the looks of it.

True quote: Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

Compromised quote: A willy beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

I cringe at you fuckyeahharryxdraco.tumblr.com. Your earnestness is childish and insulting to the already hanging-by-a-thread world of Drarry. If you have no idea what I am talking about, count yourself lucky. On the other hand, Tom and Dan as BFFs-- too adorable. Got seasons of Extras and The Office to watch and rewatch. Come on my darling television, lets rock and roll!

My financial situation is worse that decrepit. I will be near begging for my first tuition pay check come January. Alright mate, back to My Zombie Survival Guide. Rewatched Resident Evil, and relived fears of the undead. Thank the lord for Max Brooks. Speaking of the guide, I had no idea how my brother did a book review for it for English. Hmm. Its a...guide, not very story telling is it? Strange-- I wanna hang out and do nothing and watch TV all day! All daaay baby! All daaaaay! I am feeling a little, happy, can you tell?

My tuition stint has started officially, and I relive the exhaustive joy of trying to get some...thing across to stubborn tween girls. My god, if I had had an ounce of self-awareness when I was 12, I would have hated myself. As bad as it was, its still good in way, you know, toiling for your own cute underwear collection and all, really tweaks your perspective on spending money a wee bit. Nothing has changed much, still spending time with my brother and cousins, talking to friends over msn and text, copying recipes that I will try(in some obscure future, my mother has no faith in me, tch) and catching up on HP tumblrs and movies and fanfiction and painting! I'm almost out of acrylic though. Meh. And and I got a marvellous idea for Huda's present! Ha just you wait woman, it will BLOW YOUR MIND(thanks to my brother, who is more adept at putting together this kinda thing as compared to me)! In a very geeky, dorky way of course, and it will be immeasurably useful for our HP Marathon, hint hint! Am tentatively meeting Vi Ting for a brunch picnic next week which I seriously hope will happen and not deteriorate into some stone-fest at Starbucks, where we waste the day away wondering about the meaning of life. And I feel fat, and lazy and sluggish and girlishly insecure. I hate this! Go away nice food! Disappear!

My toothpaste tube has a hole by the side of the opening, so every time I squeeze it, toothpaste comes out from everywhere and its a mess. Kinda like a volcano with a parasitic conelet.

Light painting at like, 4am was it?

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Over at my cousin's house now, doing absolutely nothing useful, which is rather refreshing I've come to find. Not just bleakly unfulfilling anymore. My soul is getting easier to satisfy. Good boy! Well, lets regale the tales of Qixuan's chalet! 0831 was graciously invited and about 7 of us turned up. That sounds rather unclimatic don't it. Well- but it was fun, full of food and laughs and a very giddy next-morning due to lack of sleep and Changi Airport. We went to the beach for a bit:

Had a spot of charades in one of the rooms after that, which turned out quite silly.

Pauline: *shrugging and looking around*
Us: *giving what-the-hell looks*
Pauline: Its a tv show!
Us: ...LOST!

After being fed by the people at the pit, whom I suspect were her Cedar friends(thanks, really, we didn't touch the pit at all!) we made crazy plans bout the airport and the Harry Potter Marathon at Estelle's place! Went to check out Harry Potter related candy at Candy Empire, and got all the jelly beans and the chocolate frogs but we stopped at the cockroach clusters.

Kinda spaceshippy.

Yi Xiang's failed attempt at phototaking.

Happy Birthday Qixuan!

Uncomfortable sleeping arrangements(dismantled couch cushions and freezing meat-factory
-like temperatures) and blatant xbox hogging and dramatic chases for the last train aside, the chalet turned pretty awesome yeah, and looking forward to the next gathering at the HPM. Ooh, acronyms, I must be truly excited. And I hope this post has enough pictures of 'real people' to satisfy Nic's preoccupation with it, as despite my furious insistence that Tom Felton is a real person, he doesn't seem to think so. Bitch.

And... HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUDA! BEING 18 IS FANTASTICALLY DULL! ENJOY!

I admire nihilists.

Prom is over. Has been over, for quite a while now and I revived my love for 0831. And ironic quests such as midnight mac's in our dresses. Now, I'm watching Big Bang Theory one episode after another and more painting and pasting and just general pointlessness. And my brother has Spock hair, I am not being dramatic, he honestly has them horrid bangs. And he's studying, and it does nothing for my sense of aimlessness! Goodbye now, I'll just find a corner to curl up and die in. Its only Tuesday, TUESDAY in all of its mundane, normal glory- I will die, I will, of boredom or some ailment borne out of it and it will be-

just as insignificant as my life is now.

SOMEONE HAND ME A PURPOSE!

Am stuck on YouTube, ff.net(which is rubbish, if you really think about it, filled with tweens on a Meyer trip), various Harry Potter related LJs and tumblrs, and free to air television, which would've been almost perfect if not for the Singapore Idol music vid(or a whole 5 minutes of awkwardness, if you're one of them honest people) that keeps coming up after each show.

I have an absolute crush on Alex Day and his sexy laugh, and his whole group of like, awesome people. That's really dorky. Can't believe I just called a random mix of people I've never met in my life 'awesome'- god that's really lame. Anyway, haven't been out of the house for the past two days, have went slightly...off, getting all the crazy ideas and impulses in my head, which explains the large cursive chalk signage I have on my wall right now that says 'glee!'(in pink, channeling Kurt) just because I love 'em. My mum has fits went she enters my room because there is scotch tape and paint(and medicine and newspaper clippings and Post-Its and wires and I should just really stop here, its quite embarrassing) everywhere but I try to console her that its just messy, not dirty and germ-infested with half-rotted food and stuff, so its okay. Its clean, inspiring(I'm not sure about this bit, still) mess and like the struggling self-expressionist that I am(read: typical confused teenager on the cusp of grownupness), I revel in all of it, not understanding the purpose of this...reveling. All in all, still Lyana, still utterly and maddeningly bored, and getting further in the loser scale because what I have planned for this upcoming evening, is more painting and rereading HP4 and webcomic reading and fan-wandering and oh my god, this is so incredibly GAAAAAAAAH. I have a lot of energy and ideas and a very nice bed which I'm going to take a nap in now.

Can money just rain on me now because I need Polaroid films, to further this...project of...self-expressioning or whatever. Oh fuck it.