WebD sucks.

The assignment’s to redesign a crappy-looking website. I looked at the original website and thought, My God, someone needs WebD lessons.

Now I look at my design and think, My God, I need extra WebD lessons.

Madness

But it’s always nice to have something to keep you going.

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“You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work… Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.”

- Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

If only it’s that easy.

Hickory dickory dock

Q: What do you call a ten-year-old mat wannabe?
A: Minimat.

Hahahahahaha okay wtheck so random.
(Edit: Eeeee it’s an old joke, I’m not funny hahahahaha.)

It’s Week 3.
Here comes the late nights.
Here comes the caffeine binge.
Here comes the eye rings.
Here comes the tears.

No, I’m kidding. I don’t cry over school. At least I’d like to think not. Neither do I drink coffee to keep myself awake.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Blablabla… I will survive.

An update, finally!

I’m sorry this blog has been left stagnant for a while now. Either I’m busy, tired, have nothing much going on in life, or have things going on in life which I don’t wish to talk about. Haha.

School is just gonna get busier as the weeks pass. I’ve already anticipated a tough semester, seeing the modules I’m enrolled in. So yea, this space is probably not gonna see as much activity as before (not that it was ever bursting with exciting posts in the first place.)

Anyway I’m typing this as my eyes are drooping so I’m gunna stop here. Hur. I promise you I will not let this blog DIE. K no, scratch that. I can’t promise you anything.

I think I’m a little high here as well.

I’d Lie

Hakim just told me he’s closer to me now because of KP haahhahaha. ‘Cos according to him, our first long conversation was about The Click Five.

“must thank KP for that”

Haha, yes yes. I ♥ KP. (:

He said I’m the toughest person he’s got to open up. Really, am I that bad? ): I don’t know what it is with me. Don’t I trust people enough? Or I’m just not comfortable with people’s attention on me. Or I’m not comfortable being myself. I don’t know what it is.

But I don’t want to be all that.

Sprinkle some stardust

(500) Days of Summer

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

HAHAHA. Brilliant and clever. Watch it. (:
And I want the soundtracks please. :D

I used to swear I wouldn’t join twitter.

Just trying this out…

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SM, here’s your epic part!

“Charlie. . . Have you ever kissed a girl?”

I shook my head no. It was so quiet.

“Not even when you were little?”

I shook my head no again. And she looked very sad.

She told me about the first time she was kissed. She told me that it was with one of her dad’s friends. She was seven. And she told nobody except Mary Elizabeth and then Patrick a year ago. And she started to cry. And she said something that I won’t forget. Ever.

“I know that you know that I like Craig. And I know that I told you not to think of me that way. And I know that we can’t be together like that. But I want to forget all those things for a minute. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you. Okay?”

“Okay.” She was crying harder now. And I was, too, because when I hear something like that I just can’t help it.

“I just want to make sure of that. Okay?”

“Okay.”

And she kissed me. And it was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

- The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky