i just want you to know who i am.

What if there were angels? What if angels envied us? What if all they wanted was to wake up, read the papers and feed the dog? Even if they could feel no fear and pain, move at the speed of thought, speak all the languages in the world and hear the song of God.

What if to one of them, one breath of your hair, one kiss of your mouth and one touch of your hand was preferable to an eternity without it?

What if you were so important to him that all he wanted was to know what a pear tastes like to you? What if he had eyes that could see right into your soul? What if he gave up forever to touch you, only to lose you after one night? Will you believe? When they ask you what you liked best, will you tell them it's him?

I love Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage. How does Nicholas Cage manage to look so tortured, so pained and yet so serene and beautiful at the same time?

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now

one more crazy idea.

Damn. This is scary shit.

www.hotel626.com

But then, how is this viral supposed to promote Doritos? I don't really see any connection. 

Snacks = scary?

Oh possibly. Incessant snacking causes you to be lethargic and indolent. You fall into this... Forget it. Too much of a stretch. Apparently, I'm still not skilled at smoking. All that deconstructing art in front of school kids at the Singapore Biennale obviously isn't cross applicable. 

But...it's giving me ideas. Like Art History. Like Art History and Curatorship post-grad diploma at ANU. Specifically me studying for a post-grad diploma in Art History and Curatorship at ANU one year from now in Canberra. HMM...tempting. Quaint. Completely mad. Exactly my kind of insanity. 

From now on, I shall curse in French, German or Latin (do they have swear words?). No fucks. Whoops. No penis-es and cuts and slices within the same sentence. I shall call them weewees. All because my retard bro said so.

I'm going to mum-mum. Ta-ta!

little mis-take.

Concept by Tong.

making lists.

1. I'm suffering from Illustrator withdrawal. Cos I'm home without my mac and Tong just gave me an awesome design idea.

2. I need to rant about a certain half-wit but I'm nowhere as stupid as him to do it here. If I could, I'd wrench his malfunctioning balls off. Since they're not doing much for him anyway (probably stopped producing testosterone since he was 5), they could provide gruesome entertainment for me. Alternatively, I could slice his dick longitudinally and pour salt over it every 2 days to make sure it doesn't heal. (Castration is much too lenient for my taste.)

3. Catwalk = crawl on all fours. I can't figure out which planet my o-neh (opposite neighbour) came from.

4. The Economist ads give me a brain orgasm every time I see one. I just had to say that again.

5. Edward Cullen.

Believe me, I am shame-faced to admit I've recently joined the legions of gullible teenage groupies lusting after the very sexy, very cocky and very tortured vampire in Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series.

The draft for Midnight Sun has left me ravenous for more. Every time I read about the little actions and decisions he makes that betray his stupendous affection for (@#$%&...I cannot believe I forgot the girl's name!! Can't be bothered to check), my emotions go berserk. My heart rate soars to an absurd velocity and a shiver goes through my entire being. And my palm aches. I don't know how but my palm aches every time I read something ridiculously romantic. And then I actually make an audible 'aw.' (This has never happened before. I have, hitherto, only ever made mocking 'aw's.) with a face that has 'I am putty in your arms' written all over.

I am only an inch away from holding up a picket sign that says "Cullen I love you. Please marry me!" HAHAHA. Just kidding. Anyways, he should marry me. I'm a vampire too. (: You know damn well we shouldn't have interspecie-al marriages, so there!

chocolate fondue.

I am getting better at this. (:

Another one:

Hohoho.

All images Illustrator-drawn.

On friday nights, I take a holiday from reality.

It's not healthy, I know. 

But I never asked for it.

And mama mia! You know that I'm not that strong.

my crush.

Jason Wade is only 7 years older than I am. Why didn't he wait for me?? ):

I am having a hugeass crush on him. His soulful eyes. And why does his voice reach into the deep recesses of my heart and spread its warmth from there until it fills my whole heart and intoxicates my brain? His voice has this half-muffled quality that other people can only recreate with a specialized microphone. He exudes this bad boy charm but at the same time gives off a vibe that he's decent and sensitive at heart. And I am a puddle of water with guys like that. He has a voice that can make me tear, in the dark of the night. I'd ask him to sing me to sleep.

Yes, I wish I belonged to you, Jason. 

super trouper era.

HAHAHA.

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I think I'm kinda stressed...but I feel relaxed. Okay not really, something like there's a lot of stuff behind this door and my back is pushing against it to prevent the stuff from bursting out. There's an avalanche coming. I can feel it, but I don't have to feel it to know it because it's too obvious. Duh. I have all these work piling up and I've just been pretending there's nothing to do and never getting round to them. Wasting time is one hell of an addictive activity. Like arcade and mindless games. There's gotta be a paper on it; I've gotta find it. Ah see, that's where my time goes to. 

The problem is...I've got all these work, I don't even know where to start! Like if I start on this, what about that one?! seems more urgent, ok I'll finish that up first. no wait, but I gotta complete that one. ah fuck it, I'll just play totem destroyer until the clock hits the next hour, nicer time to start work. I want a Wii. 

And I'm getting so damned lazy I can't even finish sentences. Like I'll start telling Jiafen about something: "Oh my god, you know what. I MUST tell you this...aiya never mind. Lazy to say already." She wants to strangle me, I know. I've gotta invent a simpler way to bathe if not..."I'm pretty much fucked." (in Tong's words) Cos I NEED to be clean but I hate the hassle of bathing. It's just that it's such an elaborate procedure. And there's protocol to follow and I get so upset when I mess up the steps sometimes although it's ridiculous cos I'm doing it everyday right. Like I've gotta do it step by step if not it'll affect stuff like the timing and the amount of time the soap stays on for disinfection to be completed, etc. And doing laundry in hall is a bitch.

I just bought a fountain pen. It is so old school. Why do I like writing so much? When I paid for it at kino, the cash register flashed "expensive pen/refill". Says the same on the receipt. Haha damn cute.

I've never typed a more mindless post. But I figured maybe I should stop being such a purist and loosen up. And I can't stand the use of I's. Ugh, read from some psych report that the use of more than 3 I's in a sentence is an indication of insanity. It really disturbs me when I see all these I's, oh my god. Val should employ a third person style of writing. She's breathing easier now. This is totally crazy. crap