BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS

I've discovered that the less money I have, the more shopping urges I get. Is this some kind of sick, twisted game life is playing with me? Life, you pervert.

First I wanted to buy more dresses at F21. Then I got distracted by the Harry Potter shirts from Uniqlo.
But in the end I didn't get anything because I remembered I had only about $20 to spare in my bank account.

Thus, I started collecting debts! [If you owe me moola and you're reading this, my POSB Savings account number is 033-49716-4, thankyouverymuch.]

Feeling a little melancholy about the missed buys, I went on http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/ to browse through books I currently can't afford, and came up with a list:

http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Machine-Death-Ryan-North/9780982167120

http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Invisible-Man-HG-Wells/9780141194912

http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Lady-Chatterleys-Lover-Lawrence/9780141192482

http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Infernal-Desire-Machines-Doctor-Hoffman-Angela-Carter/9780141046686

http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Confederacy-Dunces-John-Kennedy-Toole/9780141045641

Thanks for the celebration

I don't know why I'm still blogging here, since no one even reads my words anymore, but still, I thought it'd be a nice gesture to mention how much I appreciate the week-early birthday celebration this year. It was fun.

And thanks for saying I look sexy in the dress hahahahaha. Although sexy sounds a little...gross.

So now that I've discovered how free my movements can be in a dress (although I can't jump high or bend or squat or anything), I'm itching to buy more.

SPAMMING MYSELF

You know what? I am so bored that I am spamming myself on my own blog. This post is basically about nothing.

...

That's it. I have nothing to say here. Although if I were to spell out my thoughts right now, it'd go something like:

Man when is Joss Stone's album coming out and I am so bored I'm writing a blog post to myself and why can't I find Taking Back Sunday's album online and I'm so hungry can someone cook maggi mee for me because I can't be bothered to wash the dishes anyway yay Harry Potter on Saturday and yay dress-shopping tomorrow which is a first for me and I'm not even sure I'll get one or if I'll actually have the guts to wear it on Friday. Wish me luck!

HARRY POTTER TICKETS

Finally, after days of tumultuous sleep, I have booked the tickets for Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2!

[Crowd applause/children laughing/trumpeting fanfare/graduation caps being flung in the air with gleeful abandon/confetti thrown everywhere/gay grins on faces/wiping of single teardrops on smiling cheeks]

Adding to this joyous milestone in my almost-nineteen years of life is Taking Back Sunday's self-titled album, plus the imminent release of Joss Stone's LP1; all the blood in my veins are confused. Do they flow to my brain to handle the KAPOW or to my happily-flailing arms?

Pardon me for the long and endless sentences. They are products of my brain on a music high.

Now that I've gotten words strung in a sane fashion, let me proceed to the nonsensical part of this blog post. Goodbye.







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Harry Potter

I am so stoked for Harry Potter dammit. But a lot of problems are popping up. Eg. someone can't make it for this showing, another can't make it for that showing, so...

I'll just deal with it tomorrow when I'm not this stoned with ice cream in my belly.

Yes, I consumed ice cream at this late hour. So sue me.

As you can probably tell by now, I'm not really in the mood for long sentences so...

...just bear with me as you read my thoughts in broken sentence structures.

I've been listening to songs about crushes and they're making me feel all tingly inside!
They make me feel like wearing a yellow sundress and frolicking in the meadow.

But first I'd have to find a yellow sundress that's not expensive, and also, a meadow.

Except my hair isn't that long, and that girl is obviously not Asian.
Plus I'll probably get bored after ten minutes and start karaoke-ing to the songs playing in my head.

Looking at the settings, it'll probably be The Sound Of Music.

Voiceless

I always forget to fully appreciate the use of my voice until it's gone. Ugh. Mayday Parade has done it to me this time. Last time it was Paramore. Before that it was Muse. Before that it was my beloved Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Who'll it be next time?

Now I can only lip-sync and not sing off-key like I always do. This sucks.

And the worst part is I've exhausted the appropriate usage of Twitter and Facebook that I'm turning to my dying blog here. You know its life is being slowly sucked out when all the people on your tagboard are strangers trying to get you to purchase holiday packages to Pulau Ubin.

How I wish someone would come in here and serenade me because I can't serenade myself right now.