An Ordinary Sunday
2006-01-08 / 11:05 p.m.


You all know my cases of not sleeping until decades after midnight, right? My brother is quite the same, not sleeping until 2/3/4AM. The parents have tried to make us to go to sleep earlier, for about 3 years now I think, but all has failed =D.
Last night during some of those hours, because my parents are already asleep, I had to turn down the volume to my speakers. But I wasn't feeling it for things to be quiet, so I put on my airport headphones instead and make it loud there, disturbs nobody, brilliant.
Suddenly, I got a tap on my shoulder. I made such a big jump, oh my lord, and it was Henry =D.
"Teaches you a lesson not to have your music too loud! Otherwise you would've heard my footsteps!"

Last night on the phone to Adam we discovered our most subconsciously used word. For him it is, 'you know' and for me it is 'like'. Adam says 'like' quite a lot as well, but 'you know' much, much more. We were just talking and counting how frequent those words come up in our speech. I can't exactly remember Adam's number but he counted mine when I was talking about The OC for around 1-2 minutes, and I said 'like' something along the lines of 23 times ... oh lordy.

Doing was spent completely note-taking on Oscar Wilde and finishing a Drama script, then writing an essay on it. Ahh everything work, but not in a rushing pressuring way, I like, yep!

In my breaks I read my bookie that I used to write in back in year10.
Oh my lord. The things I wrote about.
Some of them just completely throws me. The things are so contradicting to the way I think now, it is quite a different person. I'm happy that there is such a fleeting difference because from memories of myself, the me in year10 was one of the most unpleasant people one could come across. But some things I thought about and wrote, are still the same, and couldn't be any different. Then again, as Adam said, it is the same person writing them afterall.
"I can't sleep.
The night is waking me.
The memories are keeping me conscious.
I cannot forget.
Painful, realistic truths shattering the beautiful illusional memories.
I don't understand."

"Anyone can be a hero;
heroism is just a question of doing what has to be done when it needs to be done without considering the consequences."

"As for you? I pray for your safe passage over the morbid stage you call life. I pray that the audience of mourners who watch you daily allow you your sanity."

"I know these days will never come again.
Keep the beautiful memories beautiful."

"I want to put Sam An in a pillow case."

"'I just don't like it when she isn't around.'"

"I hope you choke on every word you spoke when you were screaming at me."

"I wub you.
I wub you more than ... ice cream!"
And through all that angsty time, yes it was Adam who hasn't left like other people had left.
"From day one you were there."

Yesterday I received a belly bar I ordered from ebay. It's a two-ended scorpion belly bar; looks quite nice, quite scary. Almost scarier than my zip one - the zip belly bar never fails to freak people out =D!


I have pictures of it worn on my navel but I'm too scared to post them... How does that work anyway? Surely if I have enough to get it pierced then I'm not afraid of showing it. And I'm not afraid of showing it, I guess it's the anonymity of how this is online =D.
So, there is a new belly bar adding to my collection!


Honestly, I have never worn the majority of these. I just can't find the will to change them all the time @_@, too lazy. Like how I have some earrings I have never worn before, oh dear =/.

Goodnight, chickens!



♥ Joey



Previous entries:

My brother's 18th! - 2006-06-12

No more exams! - 2006-06-10

Two more exams left! - 2006-06-07

Game Maniac - 2006-06-04

Antipication of no exams. - 2006-06-02



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