The Gnomes Made Me Do It!

What do you do if you've chanced upon some information you know you were not supposed to see, but now that you've seen it, it belittles the effort you've put in and discourages the hell ouf of you.

What do you do?

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Forgiveness

I don't know how you people do it

A downward spiral going right back to the beginning.
How can I believe?

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I feel like a 40 year old trapped in this 25 year old skin.
I don't know why it is I feel so drained all the time, but it's always easy to use good ol' thalassemia minor and my fucked up hemoglobins as scapegoat.

I think the problem runs a little deeper than that.
Maybe a case of starting too much too soon and fizzling out?

I don't know if it's because I'm jaded or bored.
I hate having to make inane conversation with new people, yet I crave for a bustling social life. Sometimes I want very much to curl up with a warm body and watch dvds, but 30mins into the show and I'm squirming. I want to go bush walking, hiking, backpacking, white water rafting, sky diving and other such activities, but when it comes down to it, I can't even motivate myself to go cycling on a Sunday morning. I am a walking contradiction and I hate it.

In other news:
My secondary school classmate, Erlin is on her way to joining the ya-ya sisterhood, and go yoodelling in the mountains. Her little bub is going to be a full fledged all American girl filled with yummy wholsome goodness

Preggy

Can't believe it's been 9 years since we all graduated

Smells like teen spirit

With news like this,
I should just shut up and celebrate life rather than the lack of.

Posted by sideshowjo at 11:26 pm | Permalink | Comments

Mom just gave me the green light to revamp my room.
Now, if you've met my mom, you'd know that that's a rather BIG deal.
You'd think that at 25 I should be able to slap on neon paint on my walls and hang goats from my ceiling if I felt like it, but unfortunately, things don't work that way in the Lo household.

She has gone round every single furnishing in the house and sprayed it with her proud mummy homeowner demarkation. From the snacks (or lack of) in the cupboards, to the starhub cable tv console, to the soap in my brother's toliet...EVERYTHING. So you see, it' always been HER house.
And if you've visited my room, you'll understand why it's HER house, and share my elation in regards to room revamping.

I go to sleep every night paying tribute the Makeover disaster that is Glamour Shots, 6 blown up pictures of an awkward 17 year old and her mother, sinister, perverse. Ornately framed up. Hanging neatly in front of my bed, a great way to start my day. On the left wall, more mother daughter pictures, interspersed with the occasional daddy in bell bottoms-Josie picture, and Jesus. Mary. The holy Family. Jesus on the cross. Rosary beads. In the toilet, old porcelain water jug containing sprays and sprays of FAKE Golden Shower flowers, stagnating, collecting dust. The very bastards that caused my asthma attack.

This place has been screaming for a change of ownership.
It's time to mark my lamp posts.

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