in the room where you sleep

to quote a fellow youtuber, SO BADASS

evident utensil

examperiod means truckloads of trashymusic, 30 seconds from mars, michaeljackson, augustana, britneyspears. it also means theres no such thing as 24 hours governing a day anymore; time is defined by the exam timetable (any other time beside that, minus shuttling back and forth school, is sleeping, eating, blitzing, watching my hongkongshow, msn-ing, studyingstudyingstudying, fretting). the curtains get drawn and its very hard to know what time it is, particularly since my laptop is still set to paris time, because MY HEART IS STLL BEATING THERE

whatever, i am stoked about post-exams. hello french lessons, endless movie nights, hopefully income if i manage to get myself employed. all the best, world♥

p/s i am digging my new layout, it is very neat, and the geekfreak in me loves how twitter is a cheap substitute for lazy blogging

l’histoire de ma vie

bernie took on chinatown on friday and swept through like a flower-hunting tornado. am very happy with purchases and many are sitting around my room now- i dont know what to do about the cloth and the saucer will probably end up a soysauce-holder in my kitchen. this flower frenzy is definitely fierceee; all that i can think of these days are What to put in my room and Where to put them, then poring over lifestyle blogs oggling over the sweetest rooms all over the world. i am therefore acting like my finals are over and that is very worrying. speaking of which, fear of the impending exams (a vicious cycle if you think about it, the more flower-hunting i do the less i have time for revision the more i get scared) had pushed me to binge-eating and i am very worried that at the end of it all i will be a 110kg tub of lard with no career prospects on her rockingchair in her flowery room

i promise today marks the end of binge-eating, because i really need to treat myself alittle better

sidenote, need this in my room:

via urbanoutfitters

curiouser and curiouser

carbonated redbull and i need chocolates. the maid-looking girl is the si-looking girl. midnight sartre and meno, virtues and virtuosity. suicides – anomic, egoistic, altruistic, fatalistic. macnuggets students meal, an additional pack of fries. mechanical solidarity. icedmilo, hotcakes maplesyrup and butter, because sharing makes food tastes better. “you numbed me like a stingray.” de-differentiation of gendered division of labour. 25$ midnight cabfare and 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep vs. free transport and 4.5 hours of compromised sleep. explosive orange-flavoured listerine. glowing stars, aircon light and back-up light. mishaps in europe. are you there? -yea. do you want to sleep? doyouwanttosleep? doyouwanttosleep? are you there? -i said yea. hyundai getz. lexus is not toyota. the soccer mum’s car.

(i am running on adrenaline.) so, studying could be sweet♥

rigor mortis

;the angriest dog in the world, david lynch

i am unable to start on my termpaper because wikipedia is the bane of my existence. i have since downloaded three movies, watched one, and spent infinite amounts of time reading definitions of cult/mindfuck movies and wikiing infinitely

i am devastated; i am unable to start on my termpaper

i am

getting started on a response paper on

 

listening to

downloading

 

 

i want

i miss, terribly

sigh