today as prologue

i met up with zhengqi today, for abt 4 hours, 3am till 7. i haven't seen him in 2 weeks, won't be seeing him in another 3. he'll be in china till the day i leave, well.. to china as well - technically. updates in life, and reconciliation with our "standing-order" life goals, and i realise my life has been too happening for my own good. he told me to do away with my pink hair for one (which i wear now, but i find it detestable myself), and i really shouldn't be influencing people around me with ivan-ness - not everyone can take it, and they term me "not normal". (but you had fun, admit it.)

screw you, and screw you too. thank you.

i shall live with milk and bread alone, in my 7 books of harry potter and my own shell. dun try to call me unless you're JDTS. i am becoming a withdrawn, angsty kid. and no i am not living life happily and moving on like i've been liberated, but joyce does keep me very happy. Dun judge her, you assholes. you diplomatic pieces of shit will never understand her. i always thought i hated the word "righteous". but then i realise i give up my seats more than most "righteous" ppl do, but yet i'm "evil". hence i concluded that i actually hated the word "diplomatic".

danson if you're reading this pls go back to your own blog and listen to your 30 seconds imeem. i taught you how to beat the system already. (why am i always trying to beat it? rebacca told me there's something seriously wrong deep-rooted within me.)

danson is a bitch weird. special. thats all. "not normal". (damn, i needa learn diplomacy. how much per course?)

i love everyone who loves me. unless you're a diplomatic arsehole.

i miss honeystars.