Laughter murdered my soul.
Sunday, November 15, 2009 at 02:26

Can't wait for this episode.
Half awake, I took the KTM to central.
Then I took the LRT to Pasar Seni.
A dollar bus ride to Pavillion.
Monorail back from Berjaya Times Square.
Millions of foot steps before and after.
And finally, 10 bucks for a car ride home.
5 different transports, and it wasn't even my birthday. HAHA.
An extra memo; on that day itself,
01. Remembered why I disliked taking the monorail since high school.
02. Remembered something else important while walking to Monorail.
03. Remembered about present money. (No actually I've forgotten, LOL)
04. Remembered about Jaspal voucher, which I'm about to use.
05. Remembered about a white wall I need to repaint. Sigh
06. Found Starhill. HAHA.
And now, I'm eating a bar of chocolate at 2.30 am,
Sweet. Very sweet, indeed.
Cicadas.
Sunday, November 8, 2009 at 04:55
Check & Patent trim Trench from TopshopAutumn / Winter collection has arrived.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK.

(3 minute sketch. I counted, shut up)
....Let me slump into a pool of depression; autumn/winter is my biggest guilty pleasure after all.
AND GUESS WHERE DO I FUCKING CURRENTLY LIVE?
D'OH. -___-
.. And screw you.
錦.
Monday, November 2, 2009 at 00:45
Why can't you strangle me as your declaration?
I'm too tired, it's getting too heavy to deal with.
The stitches hurt like hell, I want to rip it off.
But if I do shut my eyes,
All I could see anyway remains the same.
If only my lips could scream the exact feelings as my eyes.
.. It's painful, haunting.
It's even more painful to imagine what happens next.
Pass me the knife, I'll slice it myself after all.
____________________
"Bipolar? You're wrong, it's
tripolar"
Hahaha... it's a joke. Sigh
Your alias name is Nicole, shhh.
Sunday, October 18, 2009 at 18:15
HELLO NIKKO, welcome to the family.
I'm glad it only cost RM22.
And now I'm matchmaking you to Pilot because Dr. Martin's is unavailable.
But till then, you're sticking with Faber Castell.
HAHA. I enjoy amusing myself..
On the side note,
It's just because you don't understand,
That's the reason why.
And I'm saying it in a nice way.
Loop.
Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 21:07
Wouldn't that be hilarious;
The number one thing I detest,
Is to actually speak?
Go on, laugh.
..Sigh.
I don't think I can escape you anymore.
Cocoon.
Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 23:09
If butterflies were the symbol of afterlife,
Then I was glad to have met you just now.
It has been a long time, hasn't it?
Take care, no matter where you may be.
And to everyone else,
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
P/S: Nausea, sigh. When is it going to end.
Traum.
Sunday, September 27, 2009 at 16:46
Last night, I met you once more.
You could say I actually grinned for real,
I'm not going to lie,
Because we spoke one final time,
And even though it was merely just a dream,
I'm glad I packed the courage to do so.
Thank you.
I think I feel much lighter now.
NICO Touches the Walls.
Monday, September 7, 2009 at 16:08
Let's talk,
talk.
It's been a while since I actually wrote something people could
actually understand, so I have to apologise. Hahah. I doubt anyone could, anyway but oh well. That means I just found the other answer.
First.
Semester break. I feel more productive this holiday than all previous ones. First of all, thanks to everyone who dragged me out of the couch, drove, endured sarcasm/stoning/sneering. It was really... how should I put this:
entertaining to stone with you guys. Although, there are times I'm so lazy to get abducted outside, sigh. So I got this pissed-off face that time. Such a sloth.
Of course, I've been inking, inking, inking, digital speed painting, inking again... I think there was one time I "hard-cored" inking the whole morning (1-4am LOL) my hands couldn't stop shaking. But the feeling was mutual, I guess. Truthfully, I really love inking, it's like a drug to me now. Currently I own 3 technical pens. 0.1, 0.2, 0.3. I broke the 0.2 one (my mother passed down to me), because the ink got stuck and I thought I wasn't pressing hard enough. 0.1 and 0.3 is my muse now. They have an alias name actually, I'M NOT SAYING IT ZHILIN D:< . By the way, comic papers, motherfuckingORGASMIC. They're so smooth, like porcelain skin on dolls. Hoho.
Second.
I'm having bad sleeping habits I suppose. I sleep at 1/2 am, and then wake up at 3. Stone until 6 when I finally fall asleep and wake up around 11/12/1. I actually also do sit ups when I cannot sleep, that is really one WTF thing. You could say it's bad. No. It's very bad. I have a feeling I might just faint soon. And I can't eat much anymore, to specify I can't even eat medium portions anymore. Well, not to worry, it's just another "eating-sleeping-disorder-phase". It will go away soon. Now about the nightmares. Seems like a bad omen is coming, since I've been having nightmares every day. Probably nothing I can do also, just like last time. Sigh.
Third.
Let's speak tomato. I still wonder, how does she think / come up with Tomato+vodka spa -_- So I researched. HAHAHAHA. Turns out... there really
is tomato and vodka spa. Since tomato has a lot of nutrients, it helps rejuvenate the dry skin. The tomato they used is apparently, the Bloody Mary cherry (?) tomatoes, which is a high grade tomatoes. Oho. So I suppose it make sense, since if you are constantly under the summer heat, tomato helps makes your skin soft, or should I say 'すべ ..すべ?" LOL. And also if you're wondering, I found out the full ingredient I didn't manage to translate: Tomato, pineapple and wasabi scrub. Vodka, Oil massage. (I think I translated it correct this time..?) HAHAHAHAHA. I'm still amusing myself.
Speaking of Bloody Mary, I think I have enough ingredients to make one now :)
Talk shows on mute.
Saturday, August 22, 2009 at 16:12
The consequences we bear is,
No matter how much our eyes are wide open,
Our lips remains locked,
Because we vow in return of answers,
We cannot help, but only guide.
That is our purpose.
The saddest part is when it is all over,
Positive that everything will be alright,
In return for your substitution,
We leave with a smile, maybe a smirk.
That is our exchange.
Because after all,
A single flower no matter how clear,
Will remain different from the rest,
And then it slowly dries,
... withers,
... crumbles,
... truly ugly.
That's why it's disgusting.
That's why it's not deserving.
That's why we disappear without people realising.
Because our work is done.
That is our accomplishment.
So, is it worth it?
Maybe to you.
This is the prologue of a never ending story.
If you understood, then prove my perception wrong.
Konami.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009 at 02:30

My new muse.
Yes this is just some lame excuse to
not do "adventure" scene. Screw that.
Oh,
Happy birthday.
And,
Welcome to the family.
estrangler.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009 at 00:18
Knowing that you are not alone,
Does that make you any stronger?
I need to know.It's getting colder every day.
Very cold.
Happiness Theory.
Friday, July 3, 2009 at 01:46
There are times where I wish I knew how it felt,
I also think that it is too late to find out.
I guess I'm too hurt with the world,
That I simply do not care anymore,
It's too troublesome to keep up with this mess.
That's one of the biggest secret I've kept,
Ever since my eyes opened wide.:(
My wish this year is an eternal rest, because I'm really exhausted.
P/S: Remind me next time not to go into deep thoughts when walking up the stairs. FML.