February 2012
2 posts
√å¬éñ†îñé5 ∂å¥.
what with the cacophony of social media noise rambling on and on about it, i decided to add to the “wet-market” yabber.
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its valentines day, and you’re either “FOREVER ALONE SINGLE FOR LIFE OH MY GOD”, or, “OMG MY BOYFRIEND SURPRISED ME AT MIDNIGHT!! *insert instagram photo of roses/chocolate/asofttoy/etc*”.
and bring on the hashtag sprees:...
January 2012
1 post
î'µ jüs† så¥îñg.
a perfect world would be sex, love, turkey bacon, grilled chees(us), pancetta and melons, cotton candy, fluffy sheets, soft beds, tea (with milk), coffee (black), cigarettes, and radiohead.
♥
melly.
December 2011
3 posts
November 2011
4 posts
î†'5 çøµîñg.
SO THIS IS MY THIRD POST IN A ROW.
please click on ‘older’ to read the previous two posts on my videos.
[though it was mostly half asleep rambling]
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so anyway remember how i said my hair looked pretty schnazzy?
(aka the previous post)
THERE. look at that. SHAZAM. BOOM. it looks fine here. but not on video though. noooooooooo.
fantastic.
and in other news, my emotions are...
Do the 'Marry You' dance →
the-absolute-funniest-posts:
It’s a beautiful night!
We’re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you..
Is it the look in your eyes?
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you..
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DO IT. NOW.
♥
melly.
October 2011
4 posts
h鬬øk†øbé®(wééñ).
roktoberfest.
with sionafee ♥
got punked by laidbackleon. AGHGHGHHGHGGG. [note almost perfect repetition of facial expression. i found this ‘face’ the most appropriate for fast shots. + it hides my shifted tooth DAMN YOU LOST RETAINERS]
getting half squashed to death. (notice charles+madmatt in the bg. accomplices to the above said LL)
laying back w/matt the maddd.
...
†wø p!c†u®35.
and those two photos sum up my birthday weekend about.. 2%. photos up on facebook soon.
411am, school at 12noon tomorrow and a museum trip thing after.
AND i’ve got a gazillion steel knives in my damn windpipe.
+ i hope it rains tomorrow so i can wear my purple stockings and brown pullyover thing.
proper asdfghjkl soon.
♥
melly.
¡•.
i got braids.
im a year older.
i honestly dont know i managed to survive this long and still turn out pretty much alright.
ha. ha.
im sick, and the medicine is kicking in.
*le drowsy cat*
gnight.
♥
melly.
September 2011
14 posts
ø¬∂3®.
in about 18 hours, im going to turn a year older.
365 days slogged in my past years’ skin, i will moult in a single split second when the clock strikes a sexy twelve. mentally.
its been a tumultuous span of madness, indecisiveness, falls, rises, pain, love and all similar clichés. and i know how to some birthdays are ‘whatever’-days. but to me growing a year older is no breeze...
†h!5 5h!† !5 ç®åz¥.
so in a span of two months, my hair has gone from a fiery blend of red/amber/blonde/black, to a faded excuse of blonde/brown/bee, then to the ever famous rainbow of pink/purple/turquoise/green/orange/blonde, and lastly, a more-orange-than-red ‘red’, most recently.
6:05am, with an appointment at 1115 at the other end of the country, i’m pretty much toast. yet i lounge smack in...
5k¥.
7thirty in the morning,
the sky is beautiful. not in a bright blue, fluffy white cloudy way, but in an overcast, greenish way. like pastel moss, the heavens need a-washing. & a wash they are getting as the pitter of raindrops pat against my window pane, falling with soft splashes onto the ground below, painting everything two shades darker and making the grass glisten like little shards of...
®3∂.
TADAH!!!!!
I CAN HAZ RED HAIR!!!
(that is still soft and fluffy and tangle free. HATE ME TODAYYY~ HATE ME TOMORROW~)
also, i didnt sleep the previous day which explains my eye-cargo.
+ check owt my specs. THEY’RE NOT NEW.
i just.. sat on a pair of my sunglasses the day before, one lens popped out, so i poked and prodded at the other till it fell away too :} #ingenious
+ i was doing...
µø®n!ng µu5!ngs.
i want it to rain. and i want it to pour.
all fucking day.
i want singapore to flood.
then i want you to build a boat and row your adorable ass over to my house,
i’ll throw the door open, wrap you in layers of towels, but i’ll hug you first.
we can shiver together. i’m not letting you tremble alone.
we will take a hot bath, and i will scrub you behind your ears and...
!µ åL®!gh†.
im coughing. (and getting better at the “not-smiling-hey-look-i-still-look-normal-not-stoned-out face)
everytime i cough it feels as if something is being ripped out from various parts of my chest. fantabulous? i think not.
although i do enjoy analysing the phlegm i hack out once in awhile. yes i’m disgusting. maybe your mother would be interested to know.
pastel. green with 70%...
çøl∂.
my heart, exposed to you.
now cold as a tomb.
i knew how much and how easily you’d be able to tear me apart if i gave it to you.
i knew what power i’d be giving you over me if i decided to fall in love again.
but i did anyway. i gave you everything.
i just never expected you to actually reach into my chest and shred me to pieces.
♥
melly.
∂3å∂ w®øng.
2:51am. drugged out on a handful of prescribed pharmaceuticals.
playing my guitar, singing with a illness-broken voice.
i want to sublimate into oblivion,
become one with the twinkly little ones.
it has been awhile since i felt this helpless, and alone.
“summertime i think it was june
yeah, i think it was june.
so take a look at me now”
im sorry.
♥
melly.
h3åL.
this is my good friend jo. we’re always late for school together. but we’ll change that. eventually.
also, he shoots & edits photos of me that make me look prettier :)
like this,
this,
& this.
+also, it is evident in the above photo how much my hair has faded. my pink is now mostly orange or amber, some of my turquoise has survived, but most of its a ghastly...
5!çk.
im sick. and this post is going to suck ass because there will be no gifs or photos.
my skin stung when i bathed under my shower head just now, and i shivered like a mad cat the second i got out the shower door.
every single inch of my body is on fire, although my my feet are icy cold.
AND EVERYTHING HURTS. my throat my nose my head my back my legs my arms.. EVERYTHING.
i cough and it feels...
µ!n!.
pre-partying/post-partying.
pre-assignment/post-(quarterwayof)-assignment.
7:18AM. GOOD NIGHT.
♥
melly.
August 2011
16 posts
73ºåµ.
OKAY now i HAZ to rush to meet jo at the mrt station in 45.
because i slept that extra half hour, and, late. very, very late.
♥
melly.
5h!†.
i have school tomorrow.
♥
melly.
That awkward moment when everyone has an iphone.
And I’m just sitting there like
More Laughs Here
THIS IS WHY IT IS A NEED NOT A WANT.
♥
melly.
宆5¥ƒå®5¥.
im feeling arsey today,
& im going to school tomorrow/later.
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IN OTHER NEWS MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING.
(a year older and none the wiser. hurhur)
so whoever still reads this space, just shut it down if you dont want to hear me obsessing over my wishlist for my small day. (since, well, the big day IS marriage blahblah)
in no particular order ;
1. i wanted the zebra-printed kate...
¬å5† 5å†u®∂å¥ n!gh†.
the alcoholic in me learnt alot of things and was reminded of a few traits that remained in recluse for quite awhile.
dont wear nude underwear. ever. like i dont care if you’re 1230984756 years old, dont wear nude underwear. no one should wear nude underwear. nobody. like beige nude not naked nude. just dont even go there. not classy, very aunty. i would never, and so shouldn’t you. i...
Hå.
i am SO SICK of hearing variations of
“oh my god what did you do to your hair you’re killing it/ going to go bald”
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whatever.
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tied my hair in a bun for-EVER today, and, well..
THIS HAPPENED.
WHAT ARE TIE MARKS?
♥
melly.
When you pretend that you understand the shit that...
More LOLs here.
this. but less handsome.
♥
melly.
When that one dumb kid in class keeps asking the...
Any questions now?
More Laughs Here
im coming for you.
♥
melly.
unp®3på®3d.
school is tomorrow. out of a 127209871802938-page book of work i’m supposed to complete,
i have done 7 pages of work.
FUCK SLEEP.
BRING ON THE CAFFEINE.
♥
melly.
5UP3®µåN.
i aimed for an adorable scrunched up face.
i clearly failed because i look like i’m trying to squeeze a giant wad of crap out my arse.
STILL. you look adorable here, darling.
& this is just because i think my eye looks FANTASTIC HERE. no fake eyelashes btw.
(ignore his super long lashes in the bg LOLOLOL)
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happy tenth monthsary babypuff.
we have moved mountains with our...
BBQ.
so national day for me was spent sleeping in, and heading over to my bffffs’ for a bbq dinner complete with ice cold beer.
good stuff, good stuff.
meet my two favourite goons who fed me like a turkey for slaughter on national day.
yes, i’m still eating that prawn.
& i met a brat i wanted to kill.
♥
melly.
M¥ hå!® !5 ®3åL.
WASSUP.
CHECK OUT MY FUCKEN’ AWESOME HAIR.
I MOUSTACHE YOU IF YOU THINK IT ROCKS AS MUCH AS I DO. HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!??!?!
anyway, school started at 9 and i woke up at 8 #likeaboss and decided to have breakfast and fall asleep again, rise at 10am, fall asleep again, rise at 1045, panic like a mad dog, and rush to school.
school was, fine but the assignments have already...
5çhøøL.
its the first ‘official’ week of school next week.
meaning that lessons will commence. (and that last week was a waste of time)
the dinner was FANTASTIC though. *drumroll*
kebabs, meesiam, tempura prawns, sesame chicken, samosas, fruit tarts, brownies, strudel and fried rice.
and..
then i remember school starts next week, and i remember what school is going to be like, and i...
ƒ®å55.
lying on the fake grass in school, trolling tumblr, twitter, and facebook.
the weather is fucken’ amazing, cloudy and cold.
this is THE life.
pardon the swag.
♥
melly.
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i’ve gotta be at ecp by 9am later. and wake up at 6. its five thirty now. im stoned as fuck, sleepy as a cow.
after the sketch walk its a mad blast to rush home to bathe, change, and head over to hard rock hotel’s coliseum for b.o.b’s concert.
butter after, and home to crash for thursday.
♥
melly.
July 2011
12 posts
SCHOOL. TOMORROW. 9AM.
its 1:18am now. im not sleepy yet. i’ve gotta be up at 6 tomorrow. woohoo. ♥ melly.
Tom's Best Pickup lines. EVER.
come on boys.
enough with the lame pick up lines. LEARN FROM THIS SEXY, SEXY MAN.
use your brains.
and NO, i dont have a raisin.
♥
melly.
whå†.
i am in a current state in which my mind is nothing but static,
my whole physical being is aching and breaking like a nickelodeon television ad (for those of you who cant bear to unsubscribe to the kids pack on starhub like me),
orientation was disorganised but that just meant smoke breaks with no limits (hurhur),
AND i couldnt have asked for better company.
i am exhausted. inside outside...
∂åwn å!n† b®eåk!n.
^this morning, feeling all fabbywabby.
+stiff neck.
+muscle aches.
^ just now.
+trying to wink.
+failing.
^just now.
+i moustache many questions tomorrow when i go to school.
^just now.
+realising how dilated my pupils look using ‘glow’ on photoboth.
+right eye looks like i got punched.
~~ +++ eyebags maximum on all.
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i gotta be up at five thirty.
school is...
åLL o' ¥å ∂ø †h!5 †øø.
-boring front bit blah blah-
-STILL FREAKING OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS-
-PROCEED TO DANCIE LIKE CRAZY/ TRY TO SHUFFLE-
HAHAHA. admit it. you do this too guys.
♥
melly.
b¬!p.
^chalet where everyone wiped out beer by the crates.
+i ate so many sausages/wings/crabsticks/stingray chunks w/so much honey and butter i could’ve turned into a beehive or a graham cracker. either, or.
^wedding where me and my cousin engaged in dirty behavior.
+the whole family got down and jiggy with it on the dancefloor.
+i exercised crazy willpower to keep sane at the open...