Friday, August 18, 2006

Chuck Norris does not knit. He bangs the table, and the shockwaves force the yarn to create clothing.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

C For Cookie

brought to you by the number five.

Saturday, August 5, 2006

paisley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

as much as i try to teach all the little ickle persons i know that the f-word is a sign of stupidity and laziness to think of better, more honestly descriptive words, and religiously curse 'basket' and 'pickled bananas' in their presence to set the obligatory example... you and i know that's total BS.

Fuck is the most eloquent word possible that this moment.

the crushing stress, the inability to rant in a public domain, the need to express the frustration while being unable to rant in a public domain, the itch to mouth off about this eloquent need to express the frustration while being unable to rant in a public domain, the... well you get the picture.

thus, let me tirade in such a way that everyone will sympathize, empathize, identify and hug with me.


fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.


strange, but i seem to be blogging more now that i am busystressedbusystressed and need the procrastination avenue slash ranting ground. tee heh.

Friday, August 4, 2006

the psychology of favorite pens.

i hate losing my fave pens.

creative journal down.
school tuition fees article down.
PR case study down.
Spammers article down.

on the to do list.
by the weekend
np idol article. im annoyed that i'd have to pay $8 for something i despise. the (pseudo) press should get in free!
silat article. die la, they wont answer my emails.
possibly dancesport article.
ba lec day article.

next week and etc
Radio talkshow. still no reply on my interviewee. please, please don't continue my track record of flakey interviewees.
web d ezine.
PR final plan.
PR exam.
Comm Iss exam.
tutor my bro.
new job.

i think im still missing something somehow..

caught with the Best Friend for ben & jerry's. can't remember anything as sparkly pinky as that in the fuzzy work haze that is my entire week. im being incredibly irritable and short tempered with everyone now. and everytime i flare up it annoys me that im that weak, and that's just adding bloody fuel to the fire. next victim please.

when this is all over, im going to grab my books, my mp3 player and my fuzzy jacket and read at all my favorite reading alone places that i never share. before that, i'd sleep for a week, only waking up for movie marathorns of all the movies i missed.

Thursday, August 3, 2006

wild horses

...because when i am this stressed, even magazines are devastating to my overworked braincells. they protest. they are not even circular anymore, they look like miniature copies of The Scream except only they are not reacting to the despair of nature's screaming, they are reacting the evil, evil bitch in charge. and they are triangular. they are right now in cahoots with the muscle cells in my pulsing ankle to try mutinying. they are morphing into mini needles to prickle incessantly at my head.
thinking hurts.


What Guys Think of Your Short Hair...

Superconfident, independent, party girl.
The kind of girl he pines over - while secretly wondering if you want him back.


because cropping off your hair is a little bit ruinious to what little girliness that i have..


Your True Sign Is Aquarius

Wacky
Rebellious
Cutting Edge
A Total Freak
Unconventional
Difficult to Predict
Breaking All The Rules
Independent and Inventive


i always suspected that i was not a proper pisces... but this? woo hooo baby, i sound so good!

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

writing to reach you



"Miho, I'm thinking of replacing the toilet with a fan..."


"Erm Ma... i really think we really need the toilet more."

happened, no lie.
occasionally, even my mommy dearest can be bimbolically cute.

there are no pictures of mommy dearest head on, because she is incredibly camera shy, or smiles the sadweird that makes her look stern and old, but used to hide her old buck teeth that scarred her childhood.

you won't believe how happy she was the day she got braces. makes me so happy i helped.

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okay, whimsy moment over. back to the killer workload. 26 days to go, you tensed, stressed, unsmiley people.

pretty eventful last week. summary of major stuff: sprained foot (half recovered by now, enough to walk around pretty normally), major flu, fist fight, missed lessons (!!!), injured laptop badly, my brother... actually the rest is none of your business. suffice to say it's bad.

that fms 100th day party is starting to sound like a good idea, abeit a too farfarfar away to imagine kinda good idea. plus i missed the juice dj event that i had free tix to. damn. it's going to be at fort canning. poptart know. dancing know. adiel knows how much i adore dancing. eunice caught me doing something embarrassing while dancing. dancing makes miho a very, very happy girl. not to mention im hoping to convince yan cheng that this does not constitutes clubbing and since there is no alcohol involved (right?), she should come. adiel ah, never needs convincing to pah-tay.

if i decide to go... :)