LYDS HAS MOVED ON!

Due to the constant heartache blogspot has caused me for the couple of months I've been using it, I've decided a move was necessary. A blog should act as a psychiatrist, not make me want to seek one.

For more stupid shenanigans, head on over to my new brain splatter bucket.
Follow the link children.

http://lydspace.wordpress.com

Epic Fail?

Yup.

Daddy, You're Wrong.

This new job of mine has done nothing but put a strain on my relationship with my dad. Everything he says now, I do not believe. I don't find comfort in talking to him about anything anymore because there is nothing about a decision I've made on my own that's not worth mocking to him.

I get that I'm oblivious. I get that I'm a little naive. I get that I'm different. But there is no reason for you to shoot me down. No reason at all.

"Stop dreaming. It will never happen. The sooner you wake up, the sooner you'll realize that there is absolutely no hope for you. You and your friends can dream all you want but I'm telling you now, it's not going to happen. So just forget about it."

So I'm not allowed dreams. I'm not allowed to think outside the box. Technically, my life has been decided. Anything the slightest bit above mediocre, I do not deserve. I should give up dreaming and reaching for my goals in life. I shouldn't have goals. I should think like everyone else. I should be normal. Anything different is blasphemy.

Mind you, this little conversation of ours occurred twice and he basically repeated everything he said, only to new people, in a public place and social event, so people can laugh at me with him. Enjoy the amusement at my damn expense. For him to repeat his words means he truly meant them. This broke my heart.

Daddy I love you but you're wrong.
I'm tired so I'm just going to stop trying to convince you that I deserve better than this.
I'm exhausted from arguing with you
I despise the image you've created of my future.
I'm sick of you pushing and pushing me further from my goal, and you.
I'm done counting the pieces.
It's time to mend things.
Think what you may about me Daddy but I will make good for myself.
Even if it kills me, I'll know I took the chance. If I obey everything
you say, I'd die anyway so why not the leap.

You're going to hate me for this but it's my life.
Not yours.
This life should be my idea.
Not yours.
The paths in life I have to take.
Not you.

I'm sorry but you're wrong.

Bad day. Bad life.

A Test of Patience I'm Failing Miserably

So I'm at work, pissing and moaning about work, hating work, wanting to screw work in the ass. Everyone in the office pretty much sucks. If my bestfriend wasn't working with me in the same office, I would have long long left this freaking job.

Would this be completely unprofessional of me to type? Would it? Do I really look like the type to give a damn? Really?

The thing that sucks most about my dead end is that even after work, I'm stuck in the environment. The work follows me home because my brother and dad CANNOT stop talking about work. Not for one second. No day off!!! Gaah.

I was a total bitch to everyone basically on Saturday. Just plain annoyed with everything. NEEDED a day to not speak or even think about anything that had to do with work. Was expecting my parents to go off for golf but unfortunately, due to some police case, they're not allowed out of the country.
Don't ask me about this because I have no knowledge of this either.

FML.

I feel like getting an apartment to use only on weekends. Peaceful, no work environment. I can't handle 9-5 in itself, yet alone have to deal with it 7 days a week.

A test of patience I'm failing miserably.

ENOUGH about work. It makes me want to throw up.

Let's talk about a different kind of stress. Echo Productions have been planning a rebound show after our first project totally flopped (okay not completely. Just postponed.) and our second is looking to follow in its path. OMG. This is good stress. Or so I have to keep telling myself. Promoters and agents are seriously making communication hard. It's not difficult to stay on par. Its not, i promise you. If you take the initiative to reply emails, and get yourself and everyone you're working with updated, communication will go smoothly. I promise you. So why? Why make it difficult for everyone?

Anyway, I'm typing this with a smile on my face. It's a stressful situation, yes. But it's something that I don't mind losing money/hair/patience over. Production is worth it. It's something I WANT to do. It's something I want to stress over. So I'm grateful for at least the option. The chance to pursue this.

Whether this happens or not, we have learned so much already. There's room for improvement. There's room to do better. To do epic.

So thanks. My life may suck but I'm making sure to embrace the very little good I have in it. Screw you people who're betting on my failure. On OUR failure. You're all going to hell. PFFT.

Work Break Shenanigans
Lyds - 12:40pm

Work = Shit

The bright side

Living the dream
Making lotsa papers become twins
Taking my time
Afraid if i finish this, i officially give up on my mind
The time goes slowly
Eating my brain oh gradually
Taking my time
Before I lose my fucking mind.

So here it is
My so called confession on a suicide note
Am I really that simplistic?
If this is really the last thing I write
Then its really too fucking bad

Please remember me as who I'm not suppose to be
That's who I really am
I don't hate life all that much
Rather saw the beauty it had potential to be
But wasn't
Please forgive me
For everything I'm not and you are


[song idea. dont steal this. i rarely get ideas in general. ]

Thank You But Shut Up.

<: Where did this "stud" of yours leave to?

>: Live the dream.

<: If you were my girl, I'd be "living the dream" everyday.

>: You're sweet but no.

<: No what?

>: No you're not making me feel better.


`Shush ~

ITS HEEEEEERE!!!!!

I think having the address and name handwritten is a beautiful, beautiful touch. I am in LOVE!

Unfortunately, events in my family life have taken away this one joy I had today. It came in the middle of the drama but more bullshit arose as the day went on.

: Why can't I just have one good thing
without the bullshit following?

: Balance.

: I think I have enough bullshit baggage
for the balance to tip over to fucked.

Psh Shenanigans
Lyds - 1:19am

In-fact-u-HATE

Aww.

My Immortal Bragging Rights

I think the one great thing about getting something from the band at a concert is the eternal bragging rights you get that doesn't have a valid expiry date. But the best thing about getting a drumstick from one of the most popular drummers in the world is that random people you don't know will have a picture of you with the stick at the show and you won't even know until you randomly come across your friend's friend's friend's myspace and they happen to have taken a picture of the backdrop, with you in the picture. (I know the 2 are completely unrelated but I'm just saying haha)

Sya just found another one of these this morning and I never fail to get ecstatic when this happens. That's us, posing for a picture by a guy apparently Sya knows. But for some odd reason, the guy won't hand us the pictures. Weird ass mahfakah.

Another thing, Between The Buried And Me is one of the best bands in the world. You hear? Okay. This song (White Walls) is one of the best songs ever written and ever performed live. If you don't like it, you're not my friend. K thanks.

TOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! ♥





Awesome Shenanigans
Lyds - 5:40pm

Photo Credits to random stranger on MySpace. Thank You. :)

My Crazy Ass Dream

I was watching Bruno online and shortly after the penis talking part of the show, I decided this wasn't the type of movie I'd stay up for. I fell asleep at around 10:30 and dreamt of 3 famous people in a 3 part dream. Tyson Ritter of The All American Rejects, James Hetfield from Metallica and the bushy one from Fall Out Boy. Crazy weird too. (Just so you know, I typed this out right after waking up and brushing my teeth so excuse my spelling, sentence structuring and whatnot.)

The first part involves a big blue tour bus. It almost looked like a Pepsi can but anyway..

I was on that bus and apparently, we had to make a stop. It was a double decker and I significantly remember falling off the stairs. If you know me at all, you'll know this is not something I WOULDN'T end up doing. Anyway, I practically rolled off the bus and onto a street. It looked like one of those pit stops the "First Class" bus from Singapore to Genting but a little more foreign. (My sub-conscious mind is not very creative if you notice.) We were parked OUTSIDE the gas station. The thing separating us from it is a semi tiny gutter. A ray of tipsy people came out of the bus behind me and bee lined to the little store at the gas station. I trailed behind but instead of entering the store, I went straight to the payphone, which was just next to it.

A short conversation with a mysterious "Ryan" person pursued and all I remember saying was that I was alright and I'll be home in a couple of days. I set down the phone and turned around to be startled by a very tall and stoned looking Tyson Ritter. He sorta just stared at me for a couple of seconds and simply said "Hurry Up. We're leaving."in the most monotone voice you can imagine. From my experience with meeting this guy in real life, he is nothing like this fella in my dream. And I thought bubbly Tyson was scary...

We brisked walked back to the bus and of course, with his fine fine long ass skinny legs, he got there first. Remember how I said I rolled off the bus? Well, if i had REALLY rolled off the SAME bus, it would have been a long long fall. Tyson so effortlessly got on the bus that had no stairs and had an entrance that was at least as high as the level of my chest. And if it wasn't bad enough that I was this short Asian person struggling to climb aboard, the damn bus starts to move. Slowly but surely, it picked up pace and I remember just holding on to the side yelling at the top of my lungs "HELP ME UP GODDAMMIT!"

Tyson grabbed hold of my hands, with his face still monotone and again, effortlessly managed to get my 18789372842 pound body onto the bus. I laid down on the floor of the entrance, trying desperately not to cry, and saw him just standing over me, with those blue blue eyes and no hint of a smile. I remember feeling scared like as if this Tyson Ritter figure was in fact my kidnapper. But I don't think I would mind if he was. Would you?

Anyway, I was woken up by the sound of my alarm clock ringing at around 2:30am. It was sahur time but wouldn't you know it, I hibernated my laptop and went back to sleep to have my next weird ass dream.

It was set in ANOTHER god forsaken bus. A single this time. The atmosphere was significantly different. In the first dream, I felt out of place, distressed and almost scared for my life. In this one, I was more carefree, at peace and happy as a hippie. I was standing in the pathway of the bus, leaning against a table, with a leg stretched across to the other side's table. If you're familiar with the typical layout of a tour bus, you'll know what I'm talking about. I was in a bullet for my valentine band shirt (which is weird because i barely even like the band) and jeans, swaying from side to side while talking to this dude in a cannibal corpse shirt. We might have had a mix up in the laundry. There were a couple of other people there but I definitely remember my girls being there. How? Sya was on one of the beds on my right yelling across me saying "CARMEN, WHERE DID YOU PUT MY BAG?!" and Carmen yelling from the other side "I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING BAG." and Lyn yelling from God knows where "BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP."

That was the only conversation in the bus I remember because it was too damn funny. Then suddenly there was a tsunami of people coming through me and my cannibal corpse shirt wearing dude and alot of people talking at the same time. I ended talking to some other people about some other things and goddamn, I remember absolutely none of it. Then suddenly, JAMES MOTHER EFFING HETFIELD was right in my face. I was taken aback a little but he just said "YOU HAVEN'T HEARD IT?!". So apparently, we were all talking about some song? I don't know. All I know is that JAMES MOTHER EFFING HETFIELD grabbed my arm and almost literally dragged me out of the madness and out of the bus.

I sat down on the step of bus and he stood in front of me. He reached over to my left and switched on a radio. Why there was a radio at the entrance of the bus, I don't know but he began to almost beat at the thing with his finger, scuffling for a song. Then I remember hearing this slow ballad and just looking at him and nodding. He began to light a cigarette. This man is sooooo old but sooooooo hot omg. We were talking oh so casually like old friends and I felt soooooooooo cool la seh! I can't remember most of it but i remember asking him what Metallica song he hated most and he said "Master of puppets. No doubt or hesitation." And then this was the part I STOPPED feeling cool. I replied "No way dude! That has got to be my ultimate favourite Metallica song. You're kidding! I mean if I was ever in a crowd at your show, I know for a fact me sya, lyn and carmen will be all tears and jumping like Bobby(?) on acid." I started to sing the lyrics to the song and doing the "T_T" MSN emoticon on intervals. But thank god, hetfield just laughed it off.

And of course, this awesome dream was interrupted by Beyonce. My sister's alarm is "Crazy in Love" and her getting off the bed for sahur is an earthquake I get daily. That is totally NOT a fat joke, my bunk bed is just hopeless and falling apart. I contemplated getting up and sahuring with her but I wanted to get back to my dream.

Unfortunately, I DIDN'T get back to THAT dream, rather continued my 3 part drama series with Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy. Now, this is just plain weird because 1)I don't even like the guy. 2)I don't even know him? 3)I DONT EVEN LIKE THE GUY.

Okay, this one WASN'T in a tour bus. It was in a car with NO DOORS. I don't know what is with this night and moving vehicles. Tsk. Anyway, Andy was driving this pathetic excuse for a car and I was in the back seat, holding a huge cardboard box. I remember it to be heavy too. He was driving recklessly and I remember almost falling out more than 3 times. My arms and legs were wrapped around this huge box and someone had his very very tattooed arm hooked on my left arm, presumably to ensure I don't fly out. There were 3 other guys in the vehicle, one of them behind me, carrying the same sized cardboard box in his arms. One was riding shotgun and the other was the one holding on to my life. Surprisingly, in this ridiculously life threatening situation, I was having the time of my life. I would dangle my legs out the car and have the dude next to me yell out "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!". I'd also from time to time think it to be cool to hang my head outside to look at oncoming vehicle. Then suddenly, amidst the laughter and chaos, the guy in the backseat suddenly yelled " Dude slow down. I see a cop car." Andy replies to that saying "Fuck them. We're not doing anything wrong." I remember sticking my head outside.. the door(?) and SEEING the police car heading straight for us and remember feeling a little bit of panic, but more excited than anything. What the fuck?

Anyway, I don't know what happened in between or whether I even dreamt it but the next thing I remember seeing was Andy, being interrogated by 2 cops. He was very calm and didn't even sweat the situation. I don't recall feeling scared or distressed or anything really. I just knew I was there and I couldn't wait to go home. Then suddenly, the scene was of me walking towards a cop. I asked him whether he's seen Andy and the guy chuckles at me. He folds his arms and started to shake his head. "Your friend left here 30 minutes ago. I'm guessing without you."

I remember just getting completely flushed with rage. "THAT SON OF A BITCH!" was the last thing I said before I woke up to find that it was 10:55am. I laid back onto my bed and shut my eyes. A few minutes later, I jerked back awake and looked at the time again. It was 9:15am.

Mmhmm.

PSYCHED!

Sexciting Shenenigans
Lyds - 4:27pm

Pieces

You're boring completely mended.
Fall. Shatter. Dismantle. BREAK.
GOD. DAMMIT.

I don't entirely like to see people suffer. Honest.

It makes me happy to see people prosper in any aspect of their lives. It just annoys me when people lose their art in the process. ..

......like as if happiness brainwashes brilliance

Do we really need pain to maintain the flow of poetry?
Does this part of us die when a filler is introduced?
Does it exist as some sick substitute?

If so, why aren't you running?

Fall. Shatter. Dismantle. Break.
GOD. DAMMIT.

Shenenigans
Lyds - 1:37am

Perfectly Flawed Week

Summary of these together : Knock the fuck out.

So I haven't been fully well since even before my trip to Genting. I've been out of town twice this month and each time, I've gotten worst. Finally, after hitting a temperature of 38.1, I decided it was time to head to the doctor. As usually, Dr Lim opens a conversation with "You don't play golf with your mom? haha" Every single time. Guess it's good that he takes the initiative to remind you he remembers something about your family. One fact to be used to the point of exhaustion and furthermore. The worst one of all those medication would be the herbal antibiotics he prescribed. GOD. DAMN. They are so disgusting. I mean, it's a pill you swallow. Yes. But it smells like horse piss and the taste stays in your mouth. Gross. I've missed 2 days of the fasting month to enjoy this less than delightful delicacy. Believe me, I'd rather be starving than eat this shit.

Anyway, this past week has been one of my sickest weeks plus my busiest. When I have plenty to do, that's when my body shuts down. And when I get well, there's nothing much to do. Echo Productions, my oh so quiet production company with Sya, Lyn and Carmen have been working on our supposedly first project. Everything has been going well.. on our side anyway. Unfortunately, due to a shift in events, you might have to wait a little longer for an EP event. Ah well..

In the meantime, I will be helping ANOTHER production company, Prettig productions owned by 2 awesome chickas Shahidah and Joanna, for their show end of next month. That's gonna be awesome. :)

In other news, the webzine I've been working for (SHOUT!) will be going on hiatus so my journalism career is basically finished. I've been contemplating applying for positions at other magazines but that will be later on. I'm gonna take an unplanned break from writing.

I've also been in the studio recording songs. Just did one of my favourite songs to play. "3 Little Words" was written ABOUT a member of this metal band. ABOUT. Not FOR. You'll understand this when you finally get to listen to it. Not too much going on in the studio. Just full on acoustic songs. I've been doing a few bits of vocal parts which makes me pretty excited. Hahaha. Also been able to complete guitar tracks in one take. I pretty much rock... for coming up with such easy guitar parts. :)

So yeah.. I'm probably going to start fasting tomorrow. Hopefully I can lose some weight this month. FAT chance but one can hope. HAAA

Normal Shenenigans
Lyds - 3:33pm

Don't Tell My Mother...

I spent this weekend going up to Kuala Lumpur to watch WORLD STAGE. Ya-haw folks.

MTV provided us with a kickass hotel and everything. Just wished my other 2 girls were there. :(

The All American Rejects were amazing.. as predicted. I really only went for them but Hoobastank's set was KICK FUCKING ASS. <3

Bottom right hand corner, you see me, short.

Sexciting Shenenigans
Lyds - 12:07am

Quid Pro Quo

I'm not a typically empathetic person but when something terrible happens to someone you grew up with, there are really no words to describe the kind of pain you feel.

My cousin was my bestfriend for most of my youth and we basically did most of everything together. Our families were very close and and times we had were just plain old priceless.

I haven't seen her in so long. We haven't had a decent conversation in years. I blame this mostly on my inability to uphold a relationship with anyone. I don't so much have commitment issues but I can't seem to focus my attention on so many people and so many problems at the same time. You can say, I'm not very good at multi-tasking. Or rather, juggling relationships.

For the first time in years, we had one decent conversation on the phone. However, it was due to a very unfortunate event that this phone call had even happened. It was the first time I truly felt this frustrated and angry for my lack of power in a situation. And it was also the first time ever that I had cried to a voice on a phone.

The kind of sadness I heard in her voice. The cracking beneath all the strength. It seriously broke my heart. No one deserves this.

This is obviously a very private matter so I will not discuss the contents of the situation on a blog. Just know that whatever bad shit you befall upon anyone in your life will come back right back at you. In the worst possible way.

Shitty Shenanigans
Lyds - 1:05am

Dear Brilliant Soul

You have this need to be more open, more upfront with the ones you love and the ones who pretend. When you speak, you're almost blocked from speaking your mind completely. AWOL from your own truth.

You live your life in distance. You probably recognize this better than I do:

Distance doesn't only count by how far away you are from home.
It measures from your thoughts and the words you speak.

It sucks that the only few times you get out of that little sanctuary of your own mind, no one seems to be listening. Or so, no one is right in your face about it.

I want to hear your every thought.
I want to share my every thought with you.
I know you're one to listen.
I know you're one to care.
I want so bad to let you know

Honey I'm listening.

The usual shenanigans
Lyds - 11:50pm

Touristy Adventures

Was on vacay in Genting and KL for a week. Couldn't blog about it or post anything because blogspot has been a total douche. And now that it's back up and running, I no longer have the inspiration nor enthusiasm to blog about it. So I'm gonna be a typcial stupid blogger and post pictures.

I vlogged almost everyday on the trip. Except the last because I got really sick before we went back so didn't have the mood to do basically anything.

DAY 1:

Took 7 hours from Singapore to Genting Highlands. We were on a super exclusive bus with massage chairs and movies to watch with our individual little tellys. Saw "Get Smart" and laughed out loud a few times. Haha

Didn't do much on the first day. Just sorta sinking in that we were clouds and that check in took fucking forever. Walked around a lot on day one. Went bowling and I got the worst score in bowling history. Got front row VIP massage chair seats to John Travolta's Pelham 123. Couldn't really enjoy it because I was super sick by then.

Singapore is so beautiful when you're leaving it:


Family Potrait plus sis bf minus bro:
Can't bowl for nuts:
Massage chairs in movie theater:

Day 2: (Cable car/KLCC)

Never been to KL so my family thought it was about time. HAHA Took some touristy pics, like I planned. Gorgeous <3

Day 3: (THEME PARK!!)

Alot of the better rides were close so it wasn't as fun. And I was sick. :(

Our rooms are here (last floor to the right):

>Day 4: (HOME)

Got really sick so didn't take any pictures and didn't pose for any. Got stopped at immigration for sweaty thumb and my sis and mom couldn't stop oinking all the way home. (H1N1, me sick. Do the math) Got home safe and took a few days being sick after.

Wish I hadnt been ill but it was fun nonetheless. :)

Holiday Shenanigans
Lyds - 2:48am

L.O.V.E.R.S

"If I had known the last time I saw you would be the last time, I... I would have stopped to memorize your face, the way you move, everything about you. If I had known the last time I kissed you would have been the last time... I never would have stopped."

:')


Heart. Pure Fucking Hearts Shenanigans
Lyds - 11:07pm

P/S: WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THIS STUPID FUCKING FORMATTING PROBLEMS!! I wish blogspot worked like before. :(

Horrible and Wonderful People

My senior is making my life hell. She hates me. I can tell. I really shouldn't let this type of thing bother me but it does.

I'm trying. Hard. When it's not appreciated, I tend to lose all sort of motivation to continue trying. Her techniques are weak and discouraging.

Got sick at work. Threw up more than 5 times today although my stomach only contains a burger I had for breakfast. I feel fine now but I'm definitely skipping work tmr. Fuck them.

Now for the good.

I got a few messages on myspace from awesome people trying to cheer me up. Best message yet is from my dear friend Andrew Sparkes, a music engineer from the UK. He didn't have to say much but it's just nice to hear some words of encouragement from someone who has lived it.

" you always look so strong and focused in your photo's - don't make life a self-fulfilling prophecy - you'll get there one day - it's in your eyes."

Such a nice man. We've agreed to collaborate on a project. I'm psyched!

Made my day. :)

Ughwownenigans
Lyds - 2:17am

Procreating

One thing I fear for my latest procreation
is not living up to the expectations.

Not so much anyone elses but my own.

I'm sure everyone who has been through this stage feel the same but while
I'm at it, I might as well talk about it.

I've had visions, dreams and ambitions for this little baby but I'm afraid my
limitations will ruin everything. I may not be doing this all by myself but
I feel all this pressure to be perfect and to prove something.

Me and my big mouth.

Now everyone's expecting.

This is actually not a big deal anyway.
We're just going at it to try it out.
Get the experience needed.
Move a step forward from just dreaming.

But I'm afraid the failure of this not-a-big-deal
will break me beyond repair.
I'm afraid this not-a-big-deal will
ruin me.

Either way, this will prove to be a wake up call.
The end results will prove once and for all,
what and where we are and whether this is even worth
going for.

I wish I was Noel Gallagher.

Nervousenenigans

Frail Thoughts

I'm sitting here all by myself just trying to think of something to do.
I'm trying to think of anything just to keep me from thinking of you.

Mr B.
Honestly.
You've gotten me to quote a Plain White Ts song. I must be in too deep. Way too over my head and knee deep in make believe.

Let's change the blogject.

So I have this part time job right. One I just sorta started. Got this big deal schedule and all. Thought I'd actually be earning some moolah for myself you know. Perhaps even pitch in with the family expenses.

Then I was transferred to work at a different outlet.

Fine.

New environment. New people. New adventures.

On my first day at the new place, I thought "Man. I hate it here. But I hated my time there. So where? What? Who?"

3 days and I haven't gotten a call to work. I'm semi ecstatic at this fact but you can just imagine the kind of things I'm hearing at home.

What kind of a job is this?
You need a real job.
It's time you grow up.
You're not a kid anymore.

The job offer is still open for me.
They actually want me.
And I'll be in a position where I'm in charge.
Why have I chosen to downgrade myself?
Was it just to prove a point?
To prove that my decisions were worth anything?

Perhaps.
Or maybe I just didn't want to see myself die.

Maybe Mr B's probably the distraction I need to delay this decision.
Maybe Mr B is in more ways than one my very own savior.

Maybe Mr B is exactly what I needed.
Maybe Mr B is exactly what I need.

My dreams are turning frail
When did my life get so stale?
I have so many things to live for
but I'm not keen on living it anymore.

Mr Benanigans
Lyds - 12:36pm

My Job Sucks/Rocks

Part-time paying job: SUCKS.
Freelance unpaying job: ROCKS.

If I didn't need money to feed myself, I'd work for free. Seriously.

My paying job is driving me insane. I hate every minute of it. But fuck that, it's my day off and I'm not gonna spend it talking about work.

In March, I interviewed my now favourite band Misery Signals when they were in Singapore. Just to sorta poke fun (knowing the response was not going to be very positive), I asked them to tell the mag what they thought of a band, every other band loves to hate. Avenged Sevenfold. Mind you, I've been an Avenged fan since wayyyyyy back so this was indeed an intentional poke. I found the answers they gave more funny than insulting. HAHAHA

Anyway, MONTHS AND MONTHS later, people are still actually talking about it. I still get angry comments on youtube and just a few minutes ago, my dear friend Carmen directed me to this link right here:

http://deathbatnews.wordpress.com/2009/07/19/misery-signals-talk-avenged-sevenfold-fun-or-furious/

Talk about sooooooooo much drama............

HAHA. I'm glad people are getting quite a kick off of it. It makes me feel evil and devious. So great, so great. And it's quite flattering too. I not only have my work published, I have people talking about it.

I actually have potential to be like Diane Sawyer. HAHAHA

As bad as this may sound, it made my day. <3

Journonenigans
Lyds - 2:28pm

The Box

The world lacks in imagination. We're all living in a box full of donts.
We're afraid.

The lid is always ajar wide enough for us to breathe but not quite for us to easily jump out. Once in a while some of us peep through the little opening. Once in a while, we dare to dream. We see that the possibilities and choices are all out there. This is the challenge. Are you going to take it on, or are you going to reside to a corner of this little box that is slowly sufforcating you dry? Do we just live with it or do run like hell from each side to the other to topple over this box?

I've never been bold enough to say out loud what I truly want in life. Only my bestfriend knows. I don't feel so much ashamed to share this with Sya because she's the only one in the world who doesn't look at me like I'm completely crazy and jaded. Because she truly knows what it's like. People don't want to admit this but I see it. I see it in their eyes. People get transparent when this subject arises. If I told you about this, I'd lose all respect for you because I know what you'd see.

I've kept most of it in my head. I've been striving and kicking and screaming and breaking down. Of course, I see this as part of the process.

We're all 3 centimeters tall.
The box is as tall or as short as your mind sees it.

RUN. JUMP. KICK. SCREAM.

Nothingnenigans
Lyds -3:45pm

The Escape

Thoroughly Amused.

So as planned for about a month already, the McGirls FINALLY got our asses to the amusement park. Yes, we know.. the rides are lame and you'll get bored of it in like a few minutes but we NEEDED to go to a theme park together! These bunch of girls are reckless on a normal day so we decided to test out how it'd be like to actually have a reason to be psyched or ..uhm.. amused.

Only with the Echo McGirls Houchie Mammas will you hear high pitched screaming and a gorefest happen on the same ride. We're pretty fucking brootal but still girls. High pitched thing was probably just me. Haha.

I've vowed to never go in another theme park haunted house again but after being chased around the park and captured (with many onlookers laughing their asses off at us) I was dragged to hell once again. My throat is still sore from screaming at the wonderful nothings of that thing. I hid my face in Sya's shoulders the whole time. Seriously.

Here are a few classic quotes -

On the viking:

Lyds: WHO'S BRILLIANT IDEA WAS IT TO SIT RIGHT AT THE BACK?!

Sya+ Lyn: YOOOOUUURSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

On the water coaster:

Lyn: KANINA CHIBAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Lyds: SIAL AH SIAL AH SIAL AH SIAL AH

Sya: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Carms: FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

On the family coaster:

Sya: I think what makes it scary is the SSSSSSSSSAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(she really meant "sounds")

On EVERY ride:

Lyn+Carms+Sya: KACANG K KACANG.

We conversed about "No Use For A Name" and our holiday plans while ON the flipper ride. That was actually quite fun. Carms is an awesome go kart driver. She almost murdered me but that was totally awesome!

It shows that no matter how lame or excruciatingly painful or scary (ergo, haunted house) something can be, having your bestfriends there with you will make it all worth while (and ridiculously hilarious). We don't really need much to have fun, that's fo shizzle. I heart my girls. :) I hope we can all go/suffer on tour together one day.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

FUNENANIGANS!
Lyds - 12:39pm

My Life: The Punctual Coincidence

The division.

Breathe proper
Think straight
This is my decision
To make

Man the perfect irony that is my life.

2 days ago, while on my way to book transportation and accommodation for our family trip later this month, my brother calls me on my cell, with my dad's phone. Since its my FATHER calling, I had no choice but to answer it. He was convincing me to join my dad's company (he doesn't own it but he works with it). With my mom staring right at me and my dad probably hogging over my brother, I just agreed to it, KNOWING it's not something I want to do and knowing I'll hate myself forever for this decision.

Yesterday, I went on a dinner date with my parents at East Coast and for the whole 30 minute journey there, my dad went on and on and on about why I should take this job and the reasons and plus sides of it all. His plus sides equaled my minus sides.

So I didn't say much, didn't respond much, didn't move much, didn't breathe much. Depression took its time to sink in. It was this morning that I woke up thinking about where I'd be in 5 years.

Sad. Manufactured. Rushed. Unmotivated. Sad.

Sad :
I wake up every morning, hating myself for my disability. No was the answer.

Manufactured :
Nothing about me, is me.

Rushed :
So quickly into adulthood. Something I wasn't ready to do.
I feel like I've never really spent time being a child.

Unmotivated :
Everything I've ever dreamt of, worked for, strived to achieve is no longer
an infinite possibility but simply a failure,co existing with a success
I am part of but will never belong to. It's too late.

Sad :
Nothing about this life was my idea.

Maybe I was just being over-dramatic but that's just me. I think too much. I think too far. But do I? Is it wrong of me to expect to achieve something by the time I'm at a certain age? Is it wrong of me to select my own goals? Is it wrong of me to decide how my future was to be sculptured? Is it wrong of me to have a dream?

But in a shocking twist of fate, at exactly 4:58pm, Gramophone saved my life. (Or ruined it. This has yet to be decided.)

I told my dad about this and his reaction was expected. He was mad. Disappointed. Mad disappointed. I don't blame him. It was not a wise decision. But it was my own. Something I felt I had to do for myself. I think it's clear to them now that it's not about the money to me. It's about my sanity. My dad didn't believe I had gotten that call. He said it was too much of a coincidence. Too timely. He was right. I couldn't believe the irony either.
My Life: The Punctual Coincidence.

At 5:28pm, to my greatest delight, my bestfriend receives a call too.
My Life: The Perfect Coincidence.

I thanked my parents profusely for not understanding but respecting my decision. I thanked them every time they said "She's old enough to make her own decisions. To make her own mistakes." Yes, this is true. If this was a fall I had to take, I'll willingly oblige. I know for a fact I'm going to hate my job sooner or later, but let me hate it on my own terms. Let me choose what I want to hate.

So yeah, I start work on Tuesday. I'm excited. :)

Another incident that made today awesome:

Reason why Lyds is looking forward to the year ending:


The second tweet happens to be my homegirl Lyn. :)

Awesome Shenanigans,
Lyds - 2:20 am

A Foundation of Doubt

Believe in what your heart tells you or just get in line?

We were taught to be good beings. We were taught to obey. We were taught to discriminate. We were taught to hate. From the very beginning, it was all about fear and hate.

Do I not believe in something because there appears to be no sort of logic to it?
Do I not believe because there is no ending doubt in me?

Do I believe because I fear what I've always been taught to fear?
Do I believe because of this guilt I feel?

Weigh the facts. Consider the possibilities of it not just being one thing.

Accept that there will be a consequence if you're wrong.
Accept the unending pleasure of it all when you're right.

So many unanswered questions leads to a foundation of doubt.
What this furthers to build on to is up to you.

Confusion is part of life. Questions are there for a reason.
It helps to decide what your path is going to look like.

Contemplate is all I do.
So I have to now weigh between what I believe and what I've been told.

Do I go forth with a life of unanswered questions or do I run free with guilt?

I need answers. That's my decision.

Quarter Life Crisis Sheningans
Lyds - 7:51pm

My Progressive 4th of July

The Trick To Feeling Better...

Breathe.

Everyone's got to face down the demons
Maybe Today
We can put the past away

So I've been feeling frustrated, devastated, pissed, sad, hopeless and everything bad this week alone. So I decided to dedicate my Saturday to Hippo Time. Just do stuff I love doing, away from everyone that has been causing the pain, and everyone in general. So I wrote songs, read a few chapters of my favourite book, watched a few movies I hadn't had the chance to watch, blasted my favourite songs on the stereo, danced around the house like a mad woman, took my time in the shower, didn't comb my hair, didn't switch on the telly (its bombarded by extremely depressing thing like MJ's death), made breakfast the way I wanted to eat it, karaoke'd to itunes, posted a nasty comment on a youtube video, laughed as loud as I could to everything funny I saw online and basically did whatever the fuck I wanted. It felt good. I feel better. I encourage everyone to have one day to do this for yourself. :)

On that note, I've made up my mind that I am totally going to marry Bradley Cooper.
Just saying..

I ♥ DoucheBags.

Healing Shenanigans
Lyds - 10.17pm

Quarter Life Crisis

Royally Fucked.

Revive a sense of hope
Amids these abandoned dreams
Rewrite what it is to feel
In hopes it will carry me home

I think everyone goes through a stage where they're just unsure about the next step or what the future holds. I've been struggling with this since I was 18 years old and didn't know whether I wanted to go back to school or start working. When I eventually made up my mind, the universe seemed to work well with me on it.

So 2 certificates later, I'm back here again. However this time, I know what I want. I want my advanced diploma. That's for sure. But this time, the only thing different is my financial situation. I'm not gonna tell you how I managed to pay for my diploma because its something you just don't brag about. I have no choice but to start working. The problem is, my parents don't seem to understand that papers do matter. They want me to start working for a construction company (one that my brother was forced to go into also). I know they want the best for me but I'm just not up for working in a cubicle all my life. temporary is fine. Full time for a period of forever?

I've struggled so hard trying to find myself. Figuring out what I want to do with life is hard enough. Having pressure to work, not towards but away from my goal is not helping. I know what I want. I want to work as a media, for a media, publishing.. anything that revolves around this. If I have to be stuck in Singapore forever, I'd rather be stuck here doing something I don't hate completely.

I guess it's just all in the package of being the age I am now. Why has the quarter life crisis shifted to such an early age. I thought I'd only be losing sleep and sobbing over something like this when I'm 25 or older....

Its the longing for something. Something you want, but cannot have. Not for now anyway.

Is this why people get involved in seriously fucked up relationships at this age? Do I have to get into a sucky BGR situation to achieve some sort of distraction from this crisis?

I dont know...

From the way I see it, I'm royally fucked. But I'll dig myself a hole in this eventually. Screw everyone, I'll make it.

Fucked Up Shenenigans
Lyds - 1:07am

Argh.

FUCK MY LIFE.

One thing I hate more than being forced to do something I don't want to do is the ability to say no taken from you. I've never wanted to die so much in my life. This SUCKS so much that nothing in the world could make things better other than an Exit Point.

I knew I had a reason for writing that song. Hopefully one day I can get it recorded properly and send out to people who would say FML about 100 times everyday before going to bed, hoping they won't have to face tomorrow. And I hope those people will get their chance to continue the revolution. But as I see it, I'm glad the end is 2012. So fucking glad.

If tomorrow's a gift, you can have it back.

FUCKMYLIFE Shenanigans.
Lyds - 11:00pm

I'm Dellusional But You Love Me Anyway

Come as you are.

As a friend
As a known memory

Most people say you can only have one bestfriend. I don't blame them for saying this.

I'm having trouble separating the close and the bestfriends. Are bestfriends the BEST of all your friends but one you're not close to? Okay that didn't make any sense.

I've noticed over the years that I've had difficulty keeping friendships with people. I've always wondered why but I think a few nights ago, it was accidentally answered.

It's insincere to have like 15 bestfriends. It doesn't show you have more love to give than most of us do. It means you probably have shit to talk about every single one of your bestfriends and need other bestfriends to air out your frustrations. Hey I get it. But I'm not the type.

I'm not saying that I'm the coolest person on the planet and EVERYONE wants to be friends with me but I'm patient. Because I've been through many crazy people. I could do well working in an asylum for the criminally insane. This fact makes me pretty cool.

I get uncomfortable in big groups. This is because the attention is scattered to everyone and it gets difficult to make any kind of connection or strike a conversation that would mean anything to either party. I'd like to properly devote time and effort to make ONE person fully happy rather then scatter bits and pieces everywhere hoping someone gets it. Plus, I'm very irritable. I get very unpleasant when I'm irritated. And not many people get past me with this stage.

Over the years, as I've grown older, I've managed to secure more confidence and right state of mind basically to uphold serious friendships with A FEW people. I have evolved and expanded as a person (more than you can imagine). And its hard.

So recently, I've managed to build a segregation between bestfriends and really really really good friends. Don't hate me for it. I love you. Probably not as much as you think but my love don't cost a thing. You know what I'm saying? If you do, you're probably one of my bestfriends.

Can I be subjected to join the club 27 because I'm a rockstar in my own way?

Hahahahahahahahahahha.

See, I'm funny too.

:)

Crappy Shenanigans
Lyds - 7:33pm

Survey #1

If you were in the hospital on life support, would the last person you kissed come and see you?
Doubt so haha

How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?
80% of the time. It used to be about 100%.

Have you ever met someone who is amazing?
I've met a few amazing people. :)

Is anything on your body currently hurting?
My ass.

Are you happy with the way things are going?
No I am not.

What are you currently listening to?
21st century kid - jamie cullum

What side of the bed do you sleep on?
There are really no sides to my bed.. So both?

Ever kissed someone whos name started with J?
Noo...

Have you held hands with somebody in the last five hours?
My mom.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
A guy did once. He lied.

What are you doing tomorrow?
Probably going to watch I love you man with my bestfriend.

How was your day?
I went out to watch Drag Me To Hell with my mother. Wasn't expecting the show to be any good but it was really entertaining. People are probably gonna hate me for saying this but its true! Mad me laugh and go "SIAL AHHHHH!!!" a couple of times so it was good. Oh oh, got my favourite breakfast waffles!! :)

Do you find yourself funny?
I don't think I'm funny. I'm like super serious all the time. Fun sucker. Reaghly.

Has anyone ever said they wanted to marry you?
TWO. Seriously. All way back. And oh, I sorta asked someone to marry me 2 days ago? Because I felt bad for him. So yeah. I'm probably going to get married to someone for pity.

Have you ever slept on the floor with the person you like?
I haveeeeeee..... My high school crush. It was camp. <3

Were you single on your last birthday?
Single as hell man.

You're locked in an empty room with the person who hurt you most, any problems?
Problems? Nah. I'll just pull his teeth out.

Do you think flirting is cheating?
Flirting is a fun activity people do. Doesn't mean anything most times.

How did your day start off?
It was pleasant. I woke up, peed a little, brain farted a little.

What / who made you laugh today?
The gypsy lady in Drag Me To Hell. I haven't laughed so hard in ages.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Really depends on the situation doesn't it?

Are you a jealous person?
Beginning to see that I am.

Who was the last person you sat next to in a car?
My sister.

Have you ever cut your own hair?
All the time. Can't be bothered to pay someone to do it all the freaking time.

Have you ever had your heart broken?
Yeap.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Yes.

Have you ever broken a heart?
I think I may have.

Do long distance relationships work?
I don't believe it does.

Do you believe that it is best to have a friendship first then love?
DEFINITELY. I think some of the best relationships have the foundation of friendship.

Is there someone you don't ever want to be out of your life?
Yes. My girls and my family of course.

Are you drifting away from any friends?
I seem to do that. I'm working on a blog about it. Reasons why I can't keep a standard friendship out of my bestfriend circle. Don't take it personally. I'm just a very personal person. I don't like to have a butt load of friends and have to contemplate which are fake friends and which are real friends. It's exhausting. And plus, I have having people use the turn "BUIH" on me. Like when I can't hang out for ONE occasion, it means I'm stuck up or whatnot. Its ridiculous. I guess I'm just saying that a lot of the people I know or have been in contact with are not very bright nor grown up.

Do you know anyone who has the same last name as you, that you arent related?
Plenty. Hahahha

Who would be the first person to know if you got / get someone pregnant?
Probably Sya. Or my mom.

Ask.

Who am I?
I'm not one to inspire.
I'm not one to duplicate.
I don't duplicate.
I don't get easily inspired.
I hate your system.

What am I?
I'm angry.
I'm frustrated.
I'm iterate in a world of illiteracy.

Who are You?
You're true to the system.
You define fabrication.
You live for The Man.
You disgust me.

What are You?
You're angry.
You're frustrated.
You're illiterate.

Why are You so angry?
It's the system.
It's driving you mad.

Why am I so angry?
You're NOT the system.

Who am I?
I am my system.

Who are You?
You're true to the system.

What are We?
We were not made EQUAL.
We were improvised.

Shannigans I don't want you to get
Lyds - 1:14pm

Horrorscope

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)

Your romantic interests may be piqued today, but that doesn't mean you'll get exactly what you want. In fact, you'll likely face disappointment if you set your goals too high. Fortunately, your willingness to show up with an open but not needy heart can win you the love you seek if you are willing to wait. If, however, you are in too much of a hurry, nothing lasting can come of the attraction.

How doesn't this tally with what I said in my last post? Seriously horoscope, I'm the most patient person on earth. Let it rip already!!! (I may have just contradicted my statement there.. just a little.)

Superstinenigans.
Lyds- 4:37pm

Living Through Fantasy

Oh boy oh boy..

"Our boys are off tour."

If only those words were as comforting as they should be. It brings more sadness than anything and I hate feeling like this. But alas, I can't help but think what the hell would be running through my head if it weren't what it is now? Life is a little mundane without the fantasy.

I shall hold off the celebratory for a little longer.

Anyway, shitty shenanigans aside, I WAS just made extremely happy by my favourite girls in the whole wide wurrr... We're planning a trip together and nothing excites me more than planning trips!! I don't like to contribute because I generally like people planning shit for me. It's kinda the pampering the last child gets to enjoy. Plus, last babies don't make very good decisions anyway so, :). And we're taking my dear twinsie to Paris Ris theme park next month, hopefully for a late 4th of July celebration. PYSCHED!

Shitty but Sexciting Shenanigans
Lyds - 2:14am

It's Wrong To Be Right; It's Right To Be Wrong

The epiphany.

MOST PEOPLE ARE OTHER PEOPLE.
THEIR THOUGHTS ARE SOMEONE ELSE'S OPINIONS,
THEIR LIVES A MIMICRY,
THEIR PASSIONS A QUOTATION. - OSCAR WILDE

I just read Paul Arden's "Whatever you think, think the opposite" in half an hour and took a lifetime's worth of knowledge from it. His amazing insight on how things work is incredible and almost exactly how I see the world.

Every word in it meant so much to me. So much to a person who doesn't want to be normal, doesn't want to live like everyone else and refuse to give in to the traditional way of doing things. I hate being told of whats right and whats wrong.

"The problem with making sensible decisions is that so is everyone else."

I get overly furious to the fact that they actually grade art in school. My friends know this due to my response to the subject every time it's being brought up. Art is an expression, not a subject. If you're talking about it, whether bad or good things, it's good art. That's appreciation. It's an opinion, but not credible when judged and graded. It's only fair to grade art if you're a mind reader and have lived through every single moment in the artist's life. It's unfair to judge something you don't completely understand. Through the eyes of the artist, their art tells a certain story. When someone else is introduced to the same art piece, they might have a different story to tell. There is no right or wrong in Art. If it means something to you, it means the world.

"So the next time you go to an art show or look at anything for that matter, observe what effect it has on you and try to form your own opinion. That way you become the critic and not a mouthpiece for someone else's opinions."

Like I said, everything Paul Arden said in this book meant something to me. It's something I've thought but haven't had the ability to express.

Back when I was working on getting a diploma, I got graded an A for one of the presentations for a speaking class. We were required to talk about a form of performing art and present it to a few people in the class. I decided to pick one that was close to heart and a topic that I knew well and felt confident enough to venture into. Poetry. I spoke about the concept of art and how unfair it is to judge or grade it. It was like I was in a trance and everything I said was only generated at that point in time, eventhough I did come to the test fully prepared with cue cards and stacks of notes. I recited a piece by my favourite modern poem, Otep Shamaya and got one hell of a reaction from the crowd. I was glad it made such an impact. And by far, I feel that grade was one grade I can say I'm proudest of. I spoke my mind and beliefs and for the first time, someone got it. Even if he didn't quite understand everything nor agree with it, my lecturer was open to something different and unsafe and I respect the hell out of him for it. I was a bit surprised with the grade because he did start off the day saying that nothing in our content should have any violent or sexual reference in it. Mine was both vulgar and promiscious but he dug it. I will never forget that experience. It was so extremely liberating to have had the opportunity to express to an open mind.

If work is fresh and new, you can't expect to like it straightaway,
because you have nothing to compare it with.
Good art speaks for itself. That doesn't mean you have to like it.

I thoroughly enjoyed my stay with MDIS because I didn't do it all according to how I was suppose to and I had a few classmates that wanted to venture to the same direction. Later on in the year, I had to complete a graduation project. So again, I went with something I know. As I had done with the rest of my modules in the course, I took the alternative route. I did things differently and unfortunately, did not get the same result as I did for my speaking class. But I know for a fact that I didn't do anything wrong. I just did things differently. Paul Arden just confirmed it for me and made me feel better about that ridiculous C grade my lecturer gave me.

Good marks will not secure you an interesting life.
Your imagination will.

If you haven't read this brilliant book, please do. It will change your life. Fer real.

You cant afford the house of your dreams.
That's why it is the house of your dreams.

So either find a way of getting it
(you'll find the means),
or be satisfied with dissatisfaction.

So here's to you Paul Arden. I may have discovered you way too late but I appreciate your creation. Your unbelievable art inspires me to be the best I can be and I thank you for it.

I hope heaven is awesome for you.

7 April 1940 – 2 April 2008

Inspiring Shenanigans
Lyds - 9:21pm

My Mambo Number 5

So since my plans to hang out with Keiths and Bry was canceled, I was left with almost nothing to do. Well there's that job interview tomorrow to prepare for but whatever with that shit. I decided to write a song instead.

I went a while with absolutely no inspiration. Then I thought about cupid. What he'd actually look like. I refuse to believe that cupid resembles anything like that dancing baby in Ally Mcbeal. I'd say he has that European model look going on. Hair slid back with dreamy hazel eyes and full cherry lips. And just to mess things up, let cupid have 2 full sleeved tattooed arms. Now THAT'S a vision of someone you'd want to pick your man. You just know he has good taste.

Anyway, as I envisioned my ideal cupid, I fell in love with him. With the idea of him anyway. I mean, what a lonely soul cupid must be right? Helping others fall in love and never having someone do the deed for him. So I decided to write this out into a song but couldn't figure out how. So my second inspiration came about when Lou Bega hit my brain. The one hit wonder he had was a hit wonder because every Angela, Pamela, Sandra, Rita and the rest loved the song to pieces, even though the song was basically written by a douchebag with too many girls in his hands.

So I figured it was unfair that Lou Bega could make use all those women in his song and not have the female version ever written smack the scene.

Most of the guys mentioned mean nothing but most of them mean something.
So I guess everyone's just gotta wait for some kind of miracle
to get to hear this song. Or maybe not....

Wrote this song in 15 minutes. Girlie pop punk rock metal anthem ;)

Falling in Love with Cupid <3

Robert was busy
Johnny's not home
Karl is a little over his head
And Zacky's a homo

Kyle's too cute
Mike is dead
And I don't think that Stuart is straight

So Cupid, why don't you
just stay right here with me

With me...
Like we're in Old Napoli
With me..
That's Amore, That's Amore
That's sorta falling in love
With Cupid

Alex is stupid
Ian is sick..in the head
Matthew's a bitch and Joel's a dick
Why dont you just stab me with the arrow instead

cause there's never ending douchebags

Cupid You're the one
To make me fall in love
But I don't want anyone else but you
So cupid, why don't you just stay right here with me

With me...we have plenty of pasta fazool
With me...That's amore..that's amore
That's falling in love with cupid

He struck again
With more novacaine this time
Now I've fallen in love with a boy name Jim
Cause thats amore..thats amore...
Thats getting shot down...by cupid

Lyrical Shenanigans
Lyds - 10:33pm

Honesty is an Inspiring Policy

I didn't start creating because I wanted to get into entertainment.
I didn't start creating because I thought it was going to be a career.
I don't consider it a career and the only reason I can live off it is because I have a very moderate lifestyle and I'm completely well organized. I mean I'm not in the Hollywood or MTV reality. I've got nothing to do with it. It's just so fraudulent, disappointing and a set up for heartbreak. It's the endless carrot of western corruption dangled in everyone's face. They all think they can start a garage band, have a stylist and become Blink 182 or Good Charlotte, which to me is just ridiculous. When you're driven to create, and I'm not talking about a hobby or a project. When you are forced by your very nature to expel and exercise, and i don't mean exorcise. EXERCISE your demons, there's nothing glamorous about it.
It's a lot of hard work.

Inspiring Shenanigans
Lyds - 4:25pm

Hilarious <3

25 Ways to Impress a Girl

1. When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "could be better" this will keep her on her toes, and girls love that.

2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness (or if she grabs your hand squeeze hers really, really hard until she cries. This will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are.)

3. Once a month sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs. They love to be roughed up.

4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she's sleeping. If she is say "you better be" , repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This will show her you care.

5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement.

6. Recognize the small things, they usually mean the most. Then when she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them. Because jewellery is for pussy's and Asian ladies.

7. If you're talking to another girl, make sure she's looking. When she is, stare into her eyes mouth the words fcuk you and grab the other girls arse. Girls love competition.

8. Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she thinks it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset tell her you were just kidding and now you're really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear "...because I can."

9. Introduce her to your friends as "some chick". Women love those special nicknames.

10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD.

11. Warm her up when she's cold...and not by giving her your jacket... then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say "if you don't stop b*tching about the cold right now you're going to be b*tching about a black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear.

12. Take her to a party. When you get there she'll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party's dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you at the party.

13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny. Why shouldn't girls?

14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10 minutes then JUMP UP AND SCREAM IN HER EAR! Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things. Like basketball.

15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit.

16. If you care about her never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.

17. Every time you're in her house steal one of the following: shoes, earrings, or anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair. This way she'll go crazy.

18. Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order interrupt and say "No she's not hungry". Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.

19. Look her in the eyes and smile. Then clock her one. Girls love a spontaneous guy.

20. Give her one of your t-shirts... and make sure it has your smell on it. But not a sexy cologne smell. A bad smell. You know what I'm talking about.

22. If you're listening to music, and she asks to hear it, tell her no. This way she'll think you're mysterious.

23. Remember her birthday but don't get her something. Teach her material objects aren't important. The only thing that's important is that she keeps you happy. And your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get.

24. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then next time you know she's coming over on a trash day leave the trash can open and have the present visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don't like this one that much but I think it's funny.

25. If she's mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, promise her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This will make sure that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call you're going to tell her a special surprise. Now she'll be really excited. Now don't call. That's also quite funny.

Funny Shenanigans
Lyds - 1:09am

Eternally Unfair

Probably a teeeeeenie weeeeeeenie bit biased. :D

Love her <3

Twitternenigans.
Lyds - 2:04am

P/s: 1 hour. Thats how long I tried to post this. I need a new laptop.