I'm listening to all those old boy band songs from the 90s. Some of their dance moves are hilarious. The lyrics are fucking classic...
'Can we taaalk for a minute/ Girl I want to know your name' (Code Red).
It's always these stupid romance songs that all girls love and we train ourselves into this rot.
Apparently, life is tough. S is taking a course in Melbourne that isn't even the one she wanted. But then again, she isn't me and I am not her. I wanted to go to visit her over there. Unfortunately, the ticket costs £600. I'm such a fucking romantic. The most impractical person I know. I think that's why Diana actually got married to Charles, because she wanted to become a princess and thought that it would be a 'fairytale'. Why else would she marry someone 13-15 years her senior, with a mistress? Or whatever....
Now listening to 'Tearin' Up My Heart' by *NSYNC. Reminds me of A, every time. That was some crush I had on him. I think I like throwing toilet rolls. I remember being in the bathroom once and throwing one against the bathroom door in frustration because of my 'unrequited love'. At least toilet rolls don't break things...!
Auntie S rang today and said to come with her to Tesco. I think my father must have insisted she take me. It's not like she really wanted to. I need to have a talk with him. He can't do this; no matter what shit I end up doing.
However, I saw the most hilarious calendar there for £5. Made me chuckle, but I won't be buying it. Five quid, man. I have such a warped idea of prices and values. Because I don't earn my way in this world. I thought £400 was okay for a one-way ticket to Toronto four years ago. Now a £600 return to Melbourne looks heck expensive to me now. Oh well. For a holiday, it sure is.
Nothing else to say. My father has just returned home and we are fighting again.
By the way, for the record, I haven't been into Oxfam this week. I rang yesterday and told Christian (née Isa - go figure) that I won't be there till December and before Christmas. I have just died. I am in serious withdrawal mode and am doing a successful job of rubbing myself out completely. Soon, there shall be no Sukaina left. Deconstructing Skye. I hate Woody Allen's films, but at least this idea has some merit in it.
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It's 9:30 pm and I have been basically perusing all of Darren Hayes's songs. He's really the only artist (well, apart from Keane) that I've liked almost ALL of his songs. Wooo.....Travis, I like most, but not all. I am so happy right now because he's a Rat like me (Chinese horoscope) although he's Water Rat and I'm Wood Rat. I think it's a good thing he's gay. I'd be completely smitten with him if he were straight. God, so many girls are just mad for him. I never was. I just liked their songs at age 16. But now I've glimpsed his soul, it's a whole other thing. I think he's an ESFP. I wonder if he really is. Could be an ENFP. Definitely an E :) Sweet dreams of him tonight ;)
'Can we taaalk for a minute/ Girl I want to know your name' (Code Red).
It's always these stupid romance songs that all girls love and we train ourselves into this rot.
Apparently, life is tough. S is taking a course in Melbourne that isn't even the one she wanted. But then again, she isn't me and I am not her. I wanted to go to visit her over there. Unfortunately, the ticket costs £600. I'm such a fucking romantic. The most impractical person I know. I think that's why Diana actually got married to Charles, because she wanted to become a princess and thought that it would be a 'fairytale'. Why else would she marry someone 13-15 years her senior, with a mistress? Or whatever....
Now listening to 'Tearin' Up My Heart' by *NSYNC. Reminds me of A, every time. That was some crush I had on him. I think I like throwing toilet rolls. I remember being in the bathroom once and throwing one against the bathroom door in frustration because of my 'unrequited love'. At least toilet rolls don't break things...!
Auntie S rang today and said to come with her to Tesco. I think my father must have insisted she take me. It's not like she really wanted to. I need to have a talk with him. He can't do this; no matter what shit I end up doing.
However, I saw the most hilarious calendar there for £5. Made me chuckle, but I won't be buying it. Five quid, man. I have such a warped idea of prices and values. Because I don't earn my way in this world. I thought £400 was okay for a one-way ticket to Toronto four years ago. Now a £600 return to Melbourne looks heck expensive to me now. Oh well. For a holiday, it sure is.
Nothing else to say. My father has just returned home and we are fighting again.
By the way, for the record, I haven't been into Oxfam this week. I rang yesterday and told Christian (née Isa - go figure) that I won't be there till December and before Christmas. I have just died. I am in serious withdrawal mode and am doing a successful job of rubbing myself out completely. Soon, there shall be no Sukaina left. Deconstructing Skye. I hate Woody Allen's films, but at least this idea has some merit in it.
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It's 9:30 pm and I have been basically perusing all of Darren Hayes's songs. He's really the only artist (well, apart from Keane) that I've liked almost ALL of his songs. Wooo.....Travis, I like most, but not all. I am so happy right now because he's a Rat like me (Chinese horoscope) although he's Water Rat and I'm Wood Rat. I think it's a good thing he's gay. I'd be completely smitten with him if he were straight. God, so many girls are just mad for him. I never was. I just liked their songs at age 16. But now I've glimpsed his soul, it's a whole other thing. I think he's an ESFP. I wonder if he really is. Could be an ENFP. Definitely an E :) Sweet dreams of him tonight ;)
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