EDIT: and if i had all the money in the world, i'ld spend it all on Chanel and Dorothy Perkins clothes, and shoes. and the bags from J Crew.
i'm officially sad now.

in the meantime, i'll have to deal with knock-offs. i usually walk past charles & keith and cry. :(


i think i have insomnia. or semi-insomnia. cos i haven't been able to sleep for the past two days and i freaking hate it. hfjgftttsd. yeah sure i have assignments but it's my random thoughts that keep me awake, like what korean movie i should watch today (My Tutor Friend), or that i need a youtube tutorial on how to do things like some moronic robot who can't function proper in the normal world (like what the hell is normal anyway?), or like how i'm too damn embarrassed to admit that i need it, or like HOW COME I HAVEN'T SEEN MY FRIENDS FOR SO LONG?, or I WANT TO WATCH BENJAMIN BUTTON AND REVOLUTIONARY ROAD AND SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE SO BAD, or that I EFFING CAN'T GET OVER NOT SEEING JASON MRAZ SO HURRY UP AND SELL THOSE TICKETS YOU %$##@#$% or wishing that my awesome (cough) taste in films would transfer to my clothes or hair or the way i look (damnit i have issues) or wonder if i will end up just like that.

i think my sister's ringtone is in japanese. unless i'm hearing things.

heard this from someone: how is it that even the ugliest looking guys think that they have a shot at dating Elle McPherson but the sweetest of girls don't think they're worth the attention?
HELLLOOOO. SELF CONFIDENCE. or ego. who knows?

I WANT TO BUY JEANS THAT FIT.
I WANT TO GO RUNNING. AND CYCLING. but my ankle refuses to cooperate. ):

in a pitchy nasal voice:
that was like so 2008. LAH. la. larh. la-ah. lorh. loh. la-oh.


and american idol. maybe 4 judges isn't such a bad idea though i'm still confused with the judging criteria. so is it three votes? what happens when its tied 2 to 2?




and then i know i'm gonna look back at this post later today and then make the conclusion that i have officially gone mad.