Where were you when we were getting high?

it's been an eventful few days, really.
i'm rather unhappy.
i'd whine, but medisoc says that blogging is dangerous shite and common sense reminds me that feelings will be whipped.
so.

im working on some instant gratification earrings now. i haven't crafted ANYTHING for ages, and the hiatus is finally killing me.

you'd see, it's gonna be the fastest batch i'd ever whipped up. i promised myself a deliciously craft-filled holiday, making so many bags and belts and earrings and necklaces and bracelets, that i'd actually HAVE to do something i've been toying with since way back.

profit from my crafty junk. sell them! :)

whooopieeee.
i need a cam, so yall can see this. my new so-called camera phone DOESN'T TRANSFER PICTURES!!!!
like what's the fucking engineer-shatted-out-ideas-in-the-poop-room point.


actually, i find the poopee room inspiring.

went to beck's bash on fri night. caught up with shaf and pam! and fay and 'mir, my BBF and gay best friend respectively. tee heee! he has nicer nails then i do!! okay, not saying alot, but STILL.

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY BECKS!
hope you find the poopee room inspiring too.

chiang mai planning comming along. i still think Operation Faak is kinda cool. we do care about them, afterall. :)

MOS with mervin, angie and various etcs on wed. it'll be cool. i'd flirt for you adiel! haha.

met this odd south african guy, literally on the streets today. pretty insistent sort. we'd see if he's the creepy stranger that he tried so hard to convince me he isn't. smart dude actually got pass all my outrageous defence mechanisms against strangers.
that was really a first.


it occurs to me, that all of us are a whole lot more, outside of school.
do you not agree?

now feel free to cheer me up with your inner children, everyone. i'm off to mope over pretty crafts.