I am too old.

No, this is not a picture of a badger in pain. This is me with a grin on my face. This is to all who were cynical when I said I do not have a nice grin. At all.

If this photo wasn't all horridly grainy I would have liked it. It makes me look tall.

Happy carrots! Squeal!!!~

You can see how messy and un-homely my room is. I really hope that would change soon! ):

Hello there! I haven't had any pictures of me up here for a while, so I thought I'd snap a few shots of my Friday school outfit. Not because I am narcissistic, but because I have noticed I enjoy reading blogs/ tumblrs more when they have pictures of the author. Not sure why though, perhaps it makes the experience more personal and intimate. I like personal and intimate. *creepy pedo + stalker grin* I'm sorry I hadn't tried to fix up the photos properly. They looked much better on my camera and when they came out all grainy I was sorely disappointed.

I've been trying to make an effort to dress nicely for school these days because I'm holding onto the belief that no matter what one's face/ body looks like, a person can look nice if she dresses the part. I draw the line at makeup though. Even though it's allowed and many girls actually wear makeup to school I seriously cannot allow myself to draw anything on my face before ten. I cannot even walk in a straight line in the morning; my motor skills (is that what it's called?) are seriously challenged by drowsiness in the morning. Actually I barely have any motor skills and even if I do they're challenged by drowsiness every hour of the day, regardless of how many hours I slept. Did I mention I have this extraordinary ability to never be fully awake no matter how many hours I spend sleeping? Now that I think about it, I could never apply makeup well by myself. Maybe I should start by trying to improve my drawing skills by upgrading my stick figures first.

That aside, I have been doing quite a bit of serious thinking. I may have mentioned it before, but I am pretty scared that I'm turning seventeen this year, and that I shall move onto university in less than a couple of years. I barely feel sixteen (plus I barely look sixteen) and I don't think I am mature enough to handle the workload in university. Nor am I ready to choose a course. Soon, I'll  give in to societal norms and BAM I'll have a husband BAM I'll be pregnant and BAM I'll have a milk-sucking vampire-like monster trying to find a handhold on my flat chest and BAM I'll have lots of wrinkles running across my face, marring its astonishing beauty and I'll be living alone talking to my husband's ashes because my kid hates me so much he/ she refuses to have anything to do with me and whenever I look into a mirror I see a sickly ghost with barely any hair on my head, which tops an emaciated looking body.

Damn. I am getting old.

As a result, I am going to make resolutions which I will call my Life Resolutions (I am not sure if the name makes sense), which I will fulfill before I am old. I would say twenty is old, but I'll think I'll try to do it before I enter university. A few weeks ago I wanted to make my New Years Resolutions, but its urgency pales in comparison to the Life Resolutions. Instead of being more mature like one of my NYR should be, I will live life more rashly to savour my delightful youth. I think my first resolution would be to apply hair removal cream all over my body, covering every inch. I would probably need a few tubes for that but I think that would totally be the best hair removal experience ever. I want to feel unburdened by any hair at all, especially the few pesky strands that pop out in extremely awkward places. I would still have hair on my head though, if the hair removal cream doesn't work on heads, so maybe I'll shave it off! Then I'll be really an authentic baldie. How exciting.

Now the scale of weirdness is getting dangerously high here. I hope talking to me hasn't freaked you out today, especially if you are one of my friends in Singapore, because I miss you all terribly! I have been very slack in trying to communicate with you guys because it's just so darn hard. Getting out of my bed takes immense concentration and effort, and getting to the phone, computer and other communication device is infinitely harder. I kid. Maybe. But social media has been kind of irritating me and the phone's well... I don't know. I suppose I'm kind of scared of calling any friends (even though with my dad's internet phone it's cheap) because I'll probably get them at an inconvenient time or when they are having fun with other friends and I'll disturb them ): And webcamming's kind of a hassle sometimes. But I still miss you loads, really, so please, I beg you, drop me I message via Facebook, twitter or better yet, a letter! Maybe email me but I don't check my inbox often because all I have in there are too many emails asking me to enlarge my penis with some magic pill or telling me that I have won the lottery. Anyway, it would mean the world to me if you showed me you care. :) 

Alright. I really need to actually do my homework and tend to my room, which resembles unfortunate places who have recently been hit by natural disasters. Along with the corpses, but instead of human corpses, insect corpses are widespread. Kidding! I have no pests in my room yayyy I actually have a room that does not have an ecosystem.

Bye. Love you loads. Unless you are a pedo. Or you look like one. I may be kidding.