the beautiful letdown

i'm hearing talk of things that i used to think adults would only say... that adults would only talk about. then it hit me, like a ton of bricks, that we were adults. we're the people that we used to make fun of, the people we pretended to be in fun and games. we're journalists, we're accountants, we're scientists, we're dreamers, believers. time moved so fast, even though it seemed to go on at a crawl.

when did we all grow up all of a sudden?

( the future is a question mark of kerosene and electric sparks )

Vietnamese cuisine doesn't taste as weird as i thought it would. between sips of soda lime, we reminisced about old times, caught up on goings-on in college, made fun of Geoffrey, and watched a perfectly generic, overrated, but yet strangely satisfying comedy about sexes and how opposites attract. it was as if i never left.

this is a friend -- he sent me this unexpectedly after i told him i was swamped with work i didn't want to complete.

made my day. :)

dear Livejournal,

i'm sorry for having abandoned you for so long, only visiting you when i needed a quick (or a long) fix of ficlets randomly pulled up from my favorite slash writers (by the way, readers, read this), or maybe a quick inspirational tour of other peoples' Moleskin planners at organizers, but what else did i need to use you for? i haven't been up to much lately except for Ragnaroking my ass off and managing in-game drama, and people here wouldn't understand what i would talk about anyway.

aaaaanyway, here are some brief details about my life so far:

( clicky )

see you when i return (hopefully without a sunburn)!


ps: HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, FOLKS! :D
xxoo Winnie

i was originally going to write this long post about how i'm probably going to study in Australia next year, provided i get accepted by my university of choice, but the devil on my right shoulder told me i should make my way downstairs to watch Grey's Anatomy and make you all starve for details instead, so......

Dr. McDreamy beckons. toodles!

( okay, one more thing )

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In November I broke lyricaldilemma's X-Box (-12 points). In April I farted in an elevator (-6 points). In May I stole tashiri_410's purse (-30 points). Last Friday I ruled Canada as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). In June I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Overall, I've been nice (680 points). For Christmas I deserve a shiny red ball! Sincerely, wlookid

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i'm really sorry i stole your purse, Tash, and Wahwah i didn't mean to break your xBox but i tripped and fell and you know nothing -- nothing -- can evade my fat ass, especially when i sit on them, be it an accident or not.

trufax.

( sushi )

ETA:



IS PATRICK STUMP FUCKING ADORABLE, OR IS HE FUCKING ADORABLE? *CLUTCHES AT HEART*

NO, PETE, YOU DO NOT DAZZLE ME WITH YOUR ~SHINY~ EYES

i'm going to go get my hair cut in a bit.

i'm wondering if i should pull an Obama and go for change. i've been having a middle parting since forever, and i'm thinking of getting a side parting today, so i experimented a little with water and a comb:

( under heer )

i'm pretty much very very very busy at this point.

our "holidays" are going to come to an end soon, and soon i'll have to wake up every morning at six again and drag myself out of bed for university. more running all over the place to complete our assignments, more dozing off in class, more lectures, more presentations, more everything. it's not going to feel any different because the holidays don't feel like holidays at all, what with assignments being thrown at us left and right. in fact, we just submitted one this Sunday.

yeah. that's right. Sunday bloody Sunday.

yesterday night i was really bored, holed up in my room, so i went crazy with my camera and snapped stuff that i thought looked nice.

( you're so vain, you think this song is about you )

IDOL TOMORROW! so excited :D (and deprived)