I'm thinking of doing an 'End Of The World' BBQ in my yard and subtext it by saying it's a 'Be Thankful' party where you can sit and say thanks for all the things you have and have done so that even if we died soon (in a few hours 'cos you know, end of the world and all) we'd have lived a life we would be proud of.

I'm so positive it hurts. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

December 20th 2012, 8PM onwards, til the morning, and at 11AM,

According to the UTC to GMT converter, the world ends on the 21st of December at 7:11PM in Malaysia. Orang nak balik office... -_______-

Which means the thing should be on December 21st, 6PM onwards until the world explodes. HAHAHAHAHA...

People are breaking up, people are dying. What gives?

Anyway,
I'm in my pajamas and it's almost (only) 10pm. I know, what? Yes, it's 10pm on a Wednesday night, I'm on summer break. No uni, no work, nothing much to do except watch tv and play a few games.

The cat stares at me from it's parking spot at the corner of my carpet. It could be calling me a lazy bastard before giving up and curling into a ball. I am. A lazy bastard. Right now. No lie.

Also, hereby my favourite blog until I probably stop being such a git...

http://myfriendsaremarried.tumblr.com

So much laughing... so much laughing I can't breathe... Or type but I try anyway.

Today I will write on how I feel about being halfway through 25, still in uni and not working and having people getting married/getting engaged/having babies.
I feel... alone.
One day, they might all be married and I have to go out partying... ALONE.
Not that I go out partying but you know, if it just so happens I wanted to (which I highly doubt)... I'D BE ALONE.

Junes just called me a bitter lesbo.
I'm not. I'm a bitter un-lesbo.
Perfectly content in my contentment of liking men... But there aren't any worthy ones as of yet so...

...

...

...

No.

I want to go back to the days where when something broke, people would fix it. When something didn't work, they'd try to repair it, when something was old, they'd just shine it up and put some grease into it. Now, all I see is a bin full of decent things. It makes me weep inside to know that people don't want to try hard enough for things that are worth their every being.

Buy and throw away, that is what the human condition is. I refuse. I resist. I will mend what is broken and keep what is cherished.

I'm halfway done with being 25. Next year I'd be 26. The numbers keep passing by and gaining momentum at each turn. The years flow by so fluid, so swift that I can't do anything but try and catch my breath.

The wind is getting knocked out of me.

I'm not saying this because I'm afraid of getting older, no. I can't wait to be old and start giving less fucks than I do now. I just don't want to go through the anxiety of society telling me it's NOT OKAY to be alone.

Year two, post results out, IS OFFICIALLY OVER.

HAVE AT THEE, YEAR 3!

I have to pack for Thailand.

When money gets the better of you. I'm so glad I have savings to fall back on even if I hate taking money out of savings. As soon as my allowance goes in I'll return it all. And then some! XD

Nasi Kerabu tomorrow, Physio and occu starts on Monday, Thailand in a week, Heading off to the bank on Monday after physio.

Ah, joblessness.

Persuading Grets to go to the toilet to poop like a Vader.

i need toilet...but such effort to move

HELP

xD

latrine bucket

cant mooooove

WAIT NO YOU'RE IN MY ROOM ARE YOU NOT?

oh ew lol

NO POOPING IN MY ACID JAZZ ROOM

i am

LOLOLOL

THE THREAT IS ON

rise, greta. RISE AND GO TO THE POOPER

now u needa encourage me to move

HAHAHAHA

KNOW IT IN YOUR HEART

SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE

im laughing so hard right now that im crying

THE POAH OF THE FORCE IN YOUR BOWELS

00:38

LOOOOOL

Oh damn you lmfao brb

now say all that in the vader voice

im crying too il have you know!!! LMFAO

brbrbrb

It's done it's done it's done. All that's left is to hand it up. Yeay!

Now is the time for food and the rest of the Clone Wars before I set out to finish the budget and Tim's recommendation letter. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Year 3, next year. XD

Now to pack and move... and go home... and eat all the food.

As I sit here, half doing my 3D, half blogging, a quarter waiting for the food to get done, a third worried about when the housemate is going to deposit his cash in my account (because I'm at a deficit starting this morning -- Oh, rent, so expensive), and not really focused on doing much, I have realised that I'm getting a cat upon my return next year. It's set. My brain has made up her mind and I'll be visiting pounds before semester starts.

Things left to do:
1. Tech folio
-- 3D: Mezz facing North, Mezz looking down the stairs to see the kitchen and decking, Living/Kitchen/Dining from whichever direction fits best, WIW to Bathroom,  (I can definitely split this up into two seperate spaces)
 -- All 2D cad (especially the detailing)
 -- specification sheets: materials only, no furniture -- table of contents
2. Move out to new place with joyous glee.

Anyone has any idea on how to train cats to not hunt/dismember/eat pet birds?