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finally, boxes filled with things i had accumulate in three years there have arrived. most of them are junks which cld explain why i didnt 'need ' any of the items when they were gone. regardless, unpacking the boxes, slowly going through all my stuff, the smell of flat 5, the sound of flat 5, memories of living there, easy life fun life disastrous life. i miss

=(

xx,
sadHAT

Cheer me up, I'm a tireless bore

The world needs more men like Ramesh. If you write like this, you must love like heaven.




(yes, this is ancient but definitely one of my favourite songs of all time)

Is there anything good about October?

No. Even the sun doesn’t want to look it in its face. It hides behind massive clouds of grey, leaving us to shiver in the cold. The rain has also just returned from its summer break and has resumed its mission of tormenting me deeper into misery and frizzing my hair out. October smirks and reminds you constantly that summer is gone and won’t be back for a long, long time.


The next six months will be particularly unkind to me- the weather dictates my mood and boy, do I hate the cold. When winter is at its peak, your face is frozen as soon as you leave home. The face you wear for the rest of the day is that very same face you had on as you stepped out of the airless warmth of electric heating into the unwelcoming, glacial outdoors. Your movement is limited by the umpteen layers you have dressed yourself in, in a vain attempt of trying to outwit the cold. The battle is short and winter wins. And so you stand there, bitter and awkwardly statuesque, wanting to wave your middle finger at this unforgiving weather but you can’t, for you know that even the middle finger loses its impact in winter- wrapped up in a woollen glove, trembling slightly but numb otherwise. Like some sad finger puppet withering into death from its final epileptic fit.


Then, after what seemed to be a pretty long day, you gaze up at the big black canopy that sits where the sky used to be and assume that you’re smack in the dead of the night. No. It is 4 in the evening. So, it’s subzero doom and gloom outside, you’re starving even though you just ate an hour ago, your clothes make you resemble the Michelin man AND your electricity bill is rocketing. Meeting up with friends means braving the cold AGAIN. Plus, hanging out this(that?) time of year is almost always disappointing because everyone is sullen-struck by winter and all anyone ever talks about is how cold it is. So you sit at home all alone, dehydrated from the heating, wallowing in your misery, allowing your morose to grow and all you can actually think of is how much you fucking hate winter.




As usual, this post was another totally pointless complain. Have a nice day.

Re: THE BITCH IS BACK

only a few days til SEASON 5 of the hills premieres here. i can summarise pretty much everything we know so far about season five in one word : GNARLY (thanks stephanie plastic pratt). just think about it:


1. LC is gone. Remember Season 4 of the OC? It couldn't survive without Marissa Cooper. I foresee the same fate for the hills.

2. the ultimate rube with money, Kristen Cavallari(or whatever her name is) is going to be 'replacing' LC. fuck that. no one will ever be able to fit LC's sweet shoes. i never liked kristen. she reminds me of the type of girl that works in the greasiest fast food joint imaginable but thinks she's the queen of the fucking world, serving your fries with a free supersized portion of RUDE.

3. Audreamy's hair is lighter. She looks too glamorous. it makes me sick. audrina is no barbie! she's supposed to be the princess of the black rebel motorcycle club. with dark hair.

4. Kristen is annoying

5. Kristen is fucking annoying

6. She should really stay the fuck away from Justin Bobby. Don't be messing with Audreamy's property.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour...

Wrote this last week, right after Hat left. Because I tend to get sappy like that..well, like this:

Often it is the presence of people that makes you realise how much of a difference they made in your life, how much you have missed them and how much you will miss them when they leave.

Hat was here yesterday and now she is gone. Understandably, my apartment is brimful of sadness. Although we didn’t do much at all during our time together here, memories that would be thrown into the ‘Insignificant’ pile by most mentally coherent people are cherished colossally by emotionally feeble sciolizm. When I say we did nothing, I mean we did absolutely nothing that qualifies as anything even remotely worth mentioning. It was like a typical night at Flat 5, the impenetrable bubble that protected us from the big bad world was recreated. Déjà Vu with an altered milieu. I wish we were still living in Flat 5. When she left, I realised this all over again, on a whole different level. This is real. That phase is over and it will never come back. It fucking sucks.

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You see, I could go on for ages but I realise that this is wholly unnecessary as I'm sure you get the point. Maladjustment. Mehhhhh.

nasal

The Hills - Lauren + Kristin







= rotten to the core.

i woke up late in the evening

the most fitting tune for me today;



i wish i wasnt so lazy these days.

anyway, reunion was awesome. we only get to spend in total 2 and half days together. which is kinda sad but FANTASTIC nonetheless. we spent our days window shopping, planning what to buy and what to return and in the evening writing a joint post only to delete them the next day because it was inappropriate . LOL.

i also wish i have an interesting life.

heres to another reunion in three months! CHEEEEEEEERRRRSSSSSS