lol, what's new year's eve without resolutions?
in any case, i only got one. do whatever i need to do in time for 2009.
why? because 2008 is just a phase i have to go through. i'm not fussed about the nitty gritty, but i probably need to:
- start working out again (i'm not even going to say work out more, because i haven't been working out at all)
- start eating healthy again (i thought i had it in the bag, really.)
- get my driver's license - let's just get it over and done with yeah?
i really want to add stop indulging myself, but no, i don't want to do it. it's too good.
like i've said, i won't stress the little details. the goal is prep myself for 2009. it's frivolous, but true. i'm not wasting a year, i'm preparing myself for a better one.
2008 is for the greater good.
i think we're all essentially the same.
although i think i might be somewhat devious - somewhat.
anyhow! it's christmas! i'm fed, i'm watered - still, it just doesn't feel right. i think i might have gained a few kilos in the past few days. i'm not liking it at all. i feel all heavy and urghh...
i used to hate shane ward, but after hearing if that's okay with you for the 302985092360950th time on mtv, i'm starting to like it. ditto to pieces of me by brit. so catchy!
if you haven't already caught britney fever, give the video below a twirl!
yeah, i think i am.
somehow, i feel less inspired on my laptop. i just can't produce on a mac. i'm sorry, but my baby was my muse. okay, maybe not so much the com, but my music was my everything. although i'm not without my favourite songs of the moment - thanks to beautiful, which by the way, is what i've christened my new thumbdrive (yea, all my gadgets have names), it just isn't the same. for one, if i crave that odd song, i have to plug beautiful in, find my song from a alphabetised list (which really isn't as easy as it sounds, given my organisational skills, or lack thereof), copy it out, before i can listen to it.
i'm happy the way i am.
you know what, you're right. i do suck.
i can't write.
i can't draw.
i'm nothing but a waste of space.
the last 24 hours had been a blur. i won't go into details but i'm not okay right now. isn't it just a glorious feeling when you desperately need someone to talk to but have nobody you can call? yup. i'm just soaking it all in right now.
i'm completely and utterly in love with luke brandon.
what? he's fictional?
oh well. a girl can dream, can't she?
listening to cute is what we aim for - that's just it. it's just about as cute as they get. their lyrics does nothing for me. their music is a bit too punkish for my taste. but hey, i'm not complaining, beggars can't be choosers. until i find another indie band to go after, they'll have to do. besides, risque's kind of catchy. kind of. and lyrical lies. haha. it's definitely not love... a brief fling maybe?
i mean could listen to sentimental hits and get all sad and mopey... but i'm not really in sad and moepy state of mind. i'm trying to get myself psyched for a night of photoshopping. so far, no such luck. i'm far from psyched. way off.
i really should be sleeping, but i want to finish listening to "a hiccup in your happiness" by the lucksmiths, so might as well kill some time.
but baby's back up!
God is gracious=)
okay, my baby just blacked out on me. i'm beyond traumatised. it's one thing to live without my mum and its a WHOLE other to live without my baby. i swear, if he were human, i'd be performing mouth-to-mouth right now. how am i supposed to do a whole ad campaign without photoshop!?!
share my woes.
i wonder if i'd be able to sleep...
i really shouldn't have eaten that brownie. i don't even like brownies! it was a BAD decision. fried chicken probably wasn't a good idea either. i really should start monitoring my lunch...
whatever, i'm going to bed. i freaking hungry right now. considering my pathetic excuse of a dinner - i'm not surprise. it's not my fault pizza hut doesn't want to deliver. ah well, it's too late to play the blame game.
but i would have eaten something proper, like fatty pasta. i honestly would.
