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Annoying fan-girl post ahead

my guilty pleasure - Gossip Girl
it's so deliciously decadent and ridiculous and the cast is so unbelievebly beautiful.
i nearly died tonight from Chuck Bass' awesomeness. why is he so damn sexy?!!!! he can say the cheesiest lines but they still sound sexy to me!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
and i love how the tables were turned on Blair this time round.





Chuck: say it

Blair: say what? i'll say anything

Chuck: say those 3 words you wanted me to say

...

Chuck: eight letters. three syllables. say it and then i'm yours.

Blair: Chuck Bass. I - will never say those words to you

Chuck: then you will never have me.

Chuck: Maybe I wanna raise the stakes. we've already played that game. I chased you for long enough. Now it's time you chased me.

...

TOO DAMN AWESOME!!! ahhhhh. only Chuck Bass could do something like this. which guy would turn down a hot unattainable girl and be asked to chased instead? Only Chuck Bass!! If i was Blair I would've raped him on the spot!!! AHHHHHHHHH.

so i spent my sunday doing spring cleaning yet again. the last session was only a couple of months ago and i am stupefied by the amount of stuff i have managed to amass during this short period of time. i seriously need to stop buying clothes! it's an addiction. it's terminal and someday it's gonna kill me. i delved deep into my closets and discovered clothes i'd never worn, not even once. some were slightly better.. worn only ONCE. and tossed aside for something newer that I only wear a couple of times before the cycle repeats. =( and yet I never seem to have clothes to wear! and there are some clothes i've been wearing to death week after week, while the barely and never worn clothes sit in the closet waiting for me, practically begging me to wear them. it's a disease i tell you. i must be buying all these clothes to make up for something. I need therapy. so i've decided to pose a challenge to myself. i am not going to repeat an article of clothing for 4 whole weeks. something different, everyday of the month. sounds easy? hell no! i know of many girls like myself who have 423423455 pieces of clothes but end up wearing like 10 of them 90% of the time. i will take pictures daily to document this and make sure i don't cheat. should be fun to look back at what i wore everyday at the end of one month! ;)

I hate horror movies but The Strangers was actually pretty good. it depicts real threat, and it COULD happen to anyone in real life. none of the pointless gore / torture / ghosts B.S. that's the whole point of the movie. the idea that people (a bunch of teenagers, no less) could be bored and sick enough to fuck around with their neighbours and kill them just cos they were home makes me wanna cry. 20 minutes into the movie, I was scared shitless and regretted my decision to watch it. I wanted to leave, but I didn't wanna be such a wuss. hee. actually I just didn't want to waste my 10 bucks plus peewee's 10 bucks. most of my popcorn was left uneaten cos I spent half the time clinging to peewee's sweater sleeve and trying my best to hide behind it. lol. I discovered that squinting and squeezing your eyes together so that your vision is reduced by a good 50% makes horror movies a lot less scary. at least you don't miss the scary scenes completely but at the same time they're not so in-yer-face and don't make you pee in your pants. so much. so that's what i've been doing when I watch scary movies now. x)

one drawback is that i've become very morbid and paranoid ever since I started to watch scary movies. every time i go to the bathroom at night, i keep expecting someone or something to jump out at me and start hacking me to pieces. or i'll imagine someone standing very still in the corner of the room and staring at me. or when i bend over to wash my face at the sink, i'll imagine there'll be someone behind me in the mirror when i look up. yikes. must not start.

why do Singaporeans love queuing up for stuff so much? 

hello kitty, donut factory, iphone. 

mindless herd mentality? 

kiasu-ism? 

nothing better to do? 

trying to fill some void in their vapid lives? 

all of the above?

 today i was asked a question that made me very happy. x)

it was not so much the question as the reason for asking it.

how silly i have been, hankering after things that do not matter, to impress people who do not matter, at the cost of my own well-being. gone is the foolish girl. it's time to shed the naivete and move on. i will live only for those i love. most of all for myself.

the irony stings. i have degenerated in so many ways. all along i knew what i wanted. but practicality and herd mentality took over, and somehow i lost sight of everything i stood for. 

it's hard to fathom how my 16 year old self knew me better than i do now. 


she was light years away. 

i have truly degenerated. 

; you know what they say, hindsight is 20/20

I am my worst enemy. 

and it's so frustrating when those around you fail to love and cherish themselves and keep putting others before themselves,

adoring others more than they love themselves.

call me selfish, but if you're not gonna love and treat yourself right, who will? 

if you don't know what makes you happy and what satisfies you, how on earth will others know? 

where has your sense of "self" gone to? must you always have someone else to obsess over in order to fill the void in your life? 

must you constantly seek validation and approval to feel better about yourself? 

i think i have more or less reached my limit. 

YOU are the only one who can always be there for you no matter what, no one else.

stop waiting to be rescued.

Don’t wish it away, don’t look at it like it’s forever.
Between you and me, I could honestly say, that things can only get better.
And while I’m away, dust out the demons inside,
And it won’t be long, before you and me run,
To the place in our hearts, where we hide.

And I guess that’s why they call it the blues.
Time on my hands, could be time spent with you.
Laughing like children, living like lovers,
Rolling like thunder under the covers.
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues.