Fifteen. Fools.

Other people's troubles have got me brain going to places it damn well shouldn't.

An ass is an ass is an ass. No amount of fantasy and slight of hand will change this. Damn the bastard for not being an ass. It would make things so much easier.

I think I'm just deprived of testosterone. I barely see Auntie Harizah thanks to NS. And there's no school. So the sanity-saving conversations about Whatever with dudes are Not Happening for obvious reasons. Which wouldn't be a problem for most females who delight in the company of their own kind. Except I don't particularly. And spent most of my formative years harassing, fighting, hanging, talking complete crap or just stoning with guys. Unfortunately, a large percentage of the male population seems to still Be In their formative years i.e The Maturity of Dirty-minded Tadpoles. So one can't even START a regular bro-ship because they're so busy being Ubermen Grunt Grunt and suffering from "Girls=Reproduction or Nothing" Syndrome.

FOR FUCKS SAKE I JUST WANT A DECENT CHAT. YO. I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT YOU HAVE BALLS. SO LONG YOU DON'T HAVE BREASTS. Although if you have both I won't hold it against you.

I think I might just go bonkers. Oestrogen is Irritating. And Testosterone needs to get over itself.

Ah screw them all. Bed is more important. Bed loves me back. And we have plenty good Bro-ship goin' on. HOYEAH.

FOURTEEN. FUCKING HELLS

GOD. GODLY GACKT. THE MAN ABOVE ALL OTHERS. THE ONE AND ONLY.

IS FUCKING COMING TO SINGAPORE IN OCTOBER WITH HIS DEARS.

I MUST REMEMBER TO BREATHE.

IT'S INHALE THEN EXHALE. RIGHT. YES. CAN.

I THINK. I AM STILL IN SHOCK FROM THE IMPROBABILITY OF THIS.

FUCK SCHOOL. I CAMPING OUT AT CHANGI AIRPORT.

Thirteen. Is Annoying.

I WANTS MY COPY OF ROLLING STONE.

VERY BADLY.

RIGHT NOW.

Also, the Warzone aka My Room is gradually clearing. Soon there will be discussion about a Peace Treaty. It's a strange feeling to have so much VISIBLE and ACCESSIBLE floor space. 8D

I just realised that this blog is collecting dust so I'll ramble about some mundane things to fill the space and pretend that I'm Updating with Useful Stuff.

I have a little hill of clothing to alter/use to Crazy Sewing Projects. My Ichigo Hoodie is almsot done. Just need to tidy up the seams and figure out something nice for the sleeves. Short sleeves are just. Plain. And Boring.

AND, I has a solution for my Pant Problems. WHICH IS NOT WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU GUTTER-MINDED PEOPLE. Too many jeans/pants = wrestling to get stuff out even if I hang them all. SO, IKEA's wire basket-drawer things for the win!! I can see them AND access them. SO GENIUS. SWEDISH PEOPLE ARE SECRETLY JAPANESE. They are so ingenious and devious and have rather nice meatballs. And brownies.

NOW HUNGER. I CIAO.