http://www.vintage-junk.blogspot.com
for you indie and brit pop lovers,
you have got to check this out.
be nice, and come down to Lime's flea market on the 26th.
your presence is greatly appreciated, people.
p/s: the tees that they are using is the cotton planet brand, balls. <3
i've been indulging myself in front of the canons' lens this few days.
it's such a pathetic and boring life i lead,
i know i know!
nonetheless, i do not look forward to life for much reasons anyway.
school's out, and there's no nagging lecturers behind my back
screaming their lungs out because project deadline's around the corner.
my mates are either busy with school or work or their boyfriends.
i used to be real busy with assignments or tutorials to revise over,
or equip myself in the lamehilarious jokes my friends would come up with.
these were the little bits of life i could equip myself with,
just to push random things at the back of my mind.
now there's no chance to do of such.
things i know should be stashed away at the back of mind,
remains transfixed in that position that they have always been.
the ironies and mysteries of life,
i wish for a sherlock holmes in my birthday stocking.
i feel so confusemotional-ed all of a sudden in the prick of time.
like i want to cry into my kleenex with nick lachey on my ipod,
and also, punch my fists into the wall for all the things that went wrong.
whatever, neither crying nor vengeance of anger helps.
prolly, cam-whoring and a bite of my mother's sambal udang does?
if only our lives were like "Click.",
i would have made it all so perfect.
but then, is perfection everything?
