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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
scatter scatter scatterbrain i just stubbed my toe. completely screwed up my shower routine. everyone has a shower routine, right? i somehow managed to completely forget what i was doing. and best of all, i threw my top into the toilet bowl, somehow (don't ask hOwww) mistaking it for the laundry basket. thought process: this top needs to be washed. laundry basket. throw into laundry basket. i see a toilet bowl. throw top in. oh shit. that wasn't the laundry basket. wat the fuck. that was dumb. real dumb. *sigh* moral of the story. assignments are bad for your mental health. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 6:28 pm  Friday, May 27, 2005
lame idiots i am sitting in front of my black beast in candlelight on a friday morning. well ok technically it's afternoon but i consider anytime before i've had a meal the morning still. the scent of rose fills my ape-like nostrils. ahhhh... so anyway. i got this message on friendster. you know one of those "exclusive groups" but really are just a bunch of idiots with nothing to do. well this one's called MALAYTOPRANK. and this is what they say: Tahniah! Anda terdiri Most Beautiful Ranking Malay Beauty malaysia_top_rank@yahoo.com.sg *hanya mereka yang benar2 terpilih dijemput* dialu-alukan invite ke MALAYTOPRANK.terima kasih disadur untuk demi untuk mencari yang benar- benar berkualiti dan layak .Juga adalah sebagai platform internet untuk gadis-gadis remaja melangkah ke dunia glamor mengikut minat dan bakat masing-masing.Tidak kiralah sebagai model, pelakon, penyanyi atau pengacara, semuanya bermula of sini bersama MALAYTOPRANK friendster ok firstly. i am not malay. secondly. i don't understand half of what the fuck you're saying. thirdly. this whole "only selected few are invited into this exclusive group" bullshit is really just lame. if you think i find this invitation flattering, you are highly deluded and i recommend you seek professional counselling. fourthly. i shall not spend anymore time wasting my finger skills on such nonsense. i am simply grumpy in the mornings. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 1:08 pm Wednesday, May 18, 2005
drowning in words of history forgive me, dearest luscious lips for not having fulfilled my daily duty to keep you mildly entertained with my nonsensical blabs about irrelevant things. i see mildew growing on the carpets of this blog, having been neglected for so long. ewwww. damp, dark spots... BEGONE!! first things first. i need to let out my stress. TWELVE ASSIGNMENTS IN THREE WEEKS!! that's fucking insaaaaaane. i've been spending all day everyday at uni the last week, weekend included! now, for those who know me... they know that i do NOT spend more than 5 hours at uni in an entire WEEK!! what is going on here?? assignments... that's what! two down. ten to go. whoopee. stress-stress-stress-stress. see? the moment you start talking about uni and assignments, people start skimming through and scrolling down til words like SEX and NUDE CHICKS catch their attention. hence the lack of blogging. because really... not much else has been on my mind. and i'm talking about assignments here okaaayyy. mmmm sex... i mean... assignments. goddamn lisha! focus. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 1:21 pm Thursday, May 05, 2005
dream sweet dream for one of my assignments, we were required to write a linear narrative based on the monomyth cycle. this is my little version based on neil gaiman's Endless characters, though not entirely. * * * "An orange-tailed bird... a flaming tree... a giant golden ball, perhaps?" she asked herself, pursing her cherry red lips in concentration. Hair as black as a crow's feather flowed gracefully around her glowing pale skin, contrasting with her emerald eyes. It was virtually impossible to keep an eye on Dream, for she never maintained a solid form for long. One moment she would be by her large rosewood desk, next fading into mist only to reappear by the tall shelves where she kept her jars of work. What work? Why, dreams of course! "Another jar of perfection!" she smiled to herself in contentment admiring her new concoction, oblivious to her surroundings. Dream had a habit of drifting off into her own world, a quality which sometimes did not sit well with her more lucid siblings – Death, Desire, Delirium, Destiny, Despair and Destruction. * * * more to come... a bit of a rush job, so please ignore the rough edges. and i don't know how the hell they expect an entire story in 1000 words. ridiculous i tell you. absolute rubbish. one thousand words. pffft. that's just enough words to introduce a character!! Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 8:46 pm
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why not? nothing like the sweet smell of toilet water remnant of the last dump you took.
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