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In light of how it’s about less than a month to Christmas, I would just like to say that if I am going to get something this year, please let it be something I can look at and hug and love.
Like a giraffe.
I think this place has been in existence long enough for me to have mentioned on at least one occasion how much I really don’t like December emotionally. Sure, it’s the last month of the year, it’s chilly enough to dress and bundle up in my coats and scarves and hoodies. And there’s all the candy and snacks and fairy lights. And dinners and presents and shopping.
But Decembers of past have been cruel to me in a way. I don’t know, man. It’s just a trying month, I feel.It’s always managed to muck up my heart.
Maybe it’d be better this year.
Maybe I’ll grow some balls and maybe something nice will happen.
(That statement may be read wrongly, so let’s just stay focused here)
I’m exhausted. So freaking tired.
Okay, sleep well.
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Good news and bad.
The bad is that the parents and sister are planning a trip up north without me. The good news is that I have a weekend packed with photoshoots. I’m excited to be back behind the camera, I’ll tell you that.
Retail therapy happened again today. Le sigh. It never ends.
A week to the driving test. Friday tomorrow. Cheers to that.
It’s messed up how it’s all in my head.
title: sleep everyone by powerspace.
Filed under: Pyscho-babbling
I just realised that I don’t think anyone on earth can truly, really grasp the notion of ‘forever’ because when you’re here, alive, nothing is ever forever. Everything ends sooner or later, and to loosely use the word or the concept of forever is, in my opinion, bullshit.
Yeah.
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And when I wake up
I realize that everything’s still wrong
I’m still here and you’re still gone
It’s not fair
Cause either way I spin it
Separation seems so wrong
These breaks are far too long for me
This song’s been playing in my head for days but they don’t have an official video out yet so if you wanna listen to it, I suppose you’ll have to search the net or ask me for a file transfer – which I will be more that glad to do.
Have a nice, cute, warm week ahead.
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I want to grow up and be Vincent Chase in Entourage. And live with the kind of friends he’s got going on. This dream life supersedes my latest fantasy of being the President’s Chief of Staff.
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This has been one week, balls. Obama got elected Most Important Guy in the WORLD, I truly and utterly fell sick (something about a congested nasal) and it’s finally Friday. The week went by relatively fast, mostly because I was at MCYS on Wednesday. It was of course raining when I was there. Raining so heavily I couldn’t see out the window.
Then yesterday was spent in bed, drugged on sinus medication.
Oh, I got highlights done! Yeah, that’s about it.
It was back to work today and there’s the dinner to look forward to tonight. It’d be nice to see them all again. Not all la, most, most.
Okay, talk to you all in a bit. Much love and hugs and all those things young lovers are into.
title credit: she’s in fashion by suede.
