Indifferent Countrymen And Teleporting Folk





SILKSCREEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!111112345









Singaporean and Suspicious Item.





Tsktsktsk. I will never go to another gv cinema again. I have always supported Cathay and i will stand by it. Bullshit cheater screen, the order of the seats are opposite that of Cathay's. And all the mundane folk go to gv, making the place super crowded, like we are all dying tomorrow. Owell you never know.

Nine-fifty for the second row. Five minutes into Jumper and i knew it was going to be bad. What bullshit introduction was that, i mean. And started getting giddy due to the lack of blood reaching the brain which was caused by tilting up the head for a prolonged period of time. Not helping that there was a low level of blood glucose thanks to a tight schedule. I didn't even get half of the moneh back with Christensen's face morphed/mutated due to the level difference.

Anyway, try to convince me that The Water Horse is better but i don't think rate of success will be high.


I don't know what's wrong, but things just happen lately.

I know this song has been overkilled, but i just played it on iTunes instinctively. Somehow.



My ailing hamster made me see stuff. As in, cranially.



I'm gonna get inspired from this discounted book i got at PageOne bookfair in school.

Who doesn't like bookfairs.


WTF 'FTW' is gaining popularity. ohmygourd/ohmygauze spam/spams/spasm.

Random realisation on my part.


So it's a leap day?

We Are All Gonna Die One Day



One day I woke up woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cashdogg was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
Called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
Wrote her a letter that said I’d miss her and signed that goodbye...

You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die

(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel fine

We took a drive and we drove thru d.c.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made...did we live it right?

You know the happiest day of my life I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I died

(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine

You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died

(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but it’s alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls I’m letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine

Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right


Did that make dying seem a happy thing.

A lonely and long bus ride on a virtually empty bus, grey clouds out of the window, tuning in to GC, the most lethal concoction to kill the mind. From learning that the leader of the Singapore terrorist Jemaah Islamiyah (JI) network, Mas Selamat Kastari has escaped from some noobass detention centre, i went through some kind of, i don't know, emotional distress, thinking about how young i would die.

Not just that, and the possibility that Selamat(is it reverse sarcasm or wot) guy doesn't contact headquarters and starts bombing places just from shampoo/oil/milk powder bought from seven-eleven is almost nil, but. It just sort of make me wake up. Shall not elaborate okay.

I just had the foresight i have to go on an exploration, somehow.






So familiar.









reason behind the sudden bnw-ness, tsktsk.









whoa big changes since my last time there in peefive with tuition teacher. heartwarming that auntie anne and kenny rogers are still there.






finale.


Pardon bad pics. Like. School, queenstown, gwc, clarkequay. It felt like my last day what with going around on a budget of $12 and some spare change.

If i'm lucky enough i may just finally get a jawb.

Clarke Quay was never so beautiful. Very narratively, i just stood on the bridge linking the two sides of CQ, looking into the sea and sipping lemonade from Auntie Anne's combo. Watched the neon lights reflected from the neon pink 'Riverside Point' sign dance on the water, which was further enhanced by the pure white light coming from below the parapet, and i felt like. Cryingsxzxz. Gee is there no other word that doesn't sound so nooblet eight-year-oldish.

And just plainly looking into the night sky, the polished glass of the nearby building, just made me feel so alive. The wind was blowing and i was smilingblahblahblah. We. Need. Substitutes. Yes sometimes we should just stop and stare. I don't care if i have the money or pleasure just to sit in the posh riverside cafes/restaurants like those angmohs do, but CQ was so beautiful today.

I would have explored the way to Boat Quay as well but due to time and weather constraints, sort of pushed it away.

Lalala somehow don't feel like elaborating. I totally maxed the day. :)

I would like to thank bus service one-nine-five for making me where i am today.

While mister fugitive is still making it work, may i implore some kind soul to watch the following films with me. Please.
1. Sweeney Todd
2. Persepolis
3. Juno
4. There Will Be Blood
5. No Country for Old Men
I don't care anym0resxzsxzxzsxzs.

Public bus seats hamper the healthy development and growth of a child by relatively restricting the movement of the femur and various sets of leg muscles.

In the long run deep vein thrombosis may occur.

MCYS, hello?!?!?!?!?!

Cells and Laughs

Apparently this is my six hundredth post whoa.

And so the dust settles. The IMD computer lab is so schecksay can. Wide, pristine screens, pinhole scrolling wheel(the default Mac mouse doesn't have scrolling wheel), lip-smacking good. And we learn to make websites, cool or wot. Yes i know i am abnormal cause nobody finds it appealing except me and that prolly explains why i am the only ADM-er in the class.

On this humid, dreary and surreal(or say, depressive) Wednesday. The hot sun fries my brain and decapitates my verbal ability. Man i felt like i was floating around and spinning in some unknown jiggly orbit. Nehmindnehmind irrelevant i know.

There's this thing about 9am-12pm classes. I return home lying on my parents' bed, chewing Sour Scoox in the austere colour of ocean blue, watching National Geographic Channel.

So first came "China's Hollywood". Don't ask me why i just have this mysterious penchant for China-related shows, especially those which take you into the imperial palaces. Anyway today's show is about the rising popularity of Chinese films and directors and stars and all that.

"Showreal Asia: Supercells". Which talks about the use of stem cells to cure diseases and illnesses. Stem cells, by nature, are the basic building blocks of all multi-cellular organisms, and undergo cell division and are responsible for the repair of cells.

The belief that stem cell can cure various sickness is unproven yet, but parts of Asia like Bangkok and China are already shifting it from the laboratory to the operational table. This episode takes us along the journeys of a handful of individuals, who all flocked to Asia from the West, on seeking alternative treatment.

Somehow watching this programme made me went through a major emotional crisis. Not like it was the first time getting to know this whole stem cell thing. Doesn't it feel funny. Like we all started from stem cells, and they multiply and grow, and we become this big.

And the thing is most of the patients have seen recovery, including a man in his fifties, who had heart failure such that his heart can only pump 15% of the blood in his body. Doctors at Bangkok Hospital inserted stem cells DIRECTLY into his heart by slicing the flesh open(and you could see the heart pumping). Before this operation he was on the waiting list to get a heart transplant, and now he no longer needs one. Is that a miracle or wot.

And so did a man, who suffered from paralysis chest down from a car accident. He could move his legs and clench his left hand into a fist after six shots of stem cells into his spine. And there was this part where SG was mentioned, and the doctor who cloned Dolly the Sheep was actually based here(don't know about now) to research on embryonic stem cells. SG, THE HUB OF BIOMEDICAL SCIENCE HELLYEAH.

But there were cases where nothing much changed. Bo, a very young kid, suffers from brain damage from a near-drowning experience, and there wasn't any improvement after treatment. Ah man.

And there's the thing about adult stem cells and (umbilical) cord blood cells, which have their pros and cons respectively.

Ohhhh. Can you imagine what the future would be like if stem cells can cure the incurable? Scientists are working on deriving brain cells and liver tissues and bone cells from stem cells, and who knows there might be solutions to Parkinson's, stroke or even cancer in the near future. OMG this is so spine-tingling.

And embryonic cells are like. The EMBRYO. Which means the almost-there foetus. Yeah but the Dolly-creator says they use cells from dead embryos for research.

But then the issue of humanity is raised. What if this is working against the force of nature. What if we were all pre-destined to die in one way or another? And science interrrupts. We don't really know if it's for the better or the worse do we?

Will we even die of anything else except from old age?

I know i know it's all about science, but i can't help wondering.

Sometimes i don't know what i want to be when i grow up. I'm like, I WANT TO BE PART OF EVERYTHING. Quite impossible right, so i shall continue seeing the face of VTOHS.

Educational channels ftw.



Mould.



M-O-U-L-D.



M.O.U.L.D.



mOuLd.

I was so serious i took out my magnifying glass dunnchpraypray.



And so there is the outcry that Paramore is now a 'sellout'. I feel that 'sellout' is a very demeaning word. If the music sells, nobody can help it right. That's why they are 'mainstream'. People who say that are most probably childish and green-eyed twelve-year-old kids.


Oh these made my day. :]

Wanna Buy A Ghost?


Funny Baby

Baby Laugh


Hahaha


Funny Baby "Blood"

Baby Laughing Devil Laugh 2


I wonder what went through their mind lololol.

Eh it's doubly proven that DIY dye doesn't work. Ohwell at least i got rid of the blonde.

Shiokness or wot.

On a random note, i hate Mac. Stick to good ol' Windows, man.

Changing The World

I am sure there is a conspiracy against me. Course-wide confidential secret organisation underhand evil plan. Otherwise explain to me why since the new block started yesterday, i have yet seen the farging face of the lecturer, when i am in the farging right classroom all the while. Well i am going treasure-hunting now. Without a map, without any lifelines. Wish me luck. TY in advance.

Okay wait. I'm back, two minutes later. So i asked another student who is the only sign of life here, and she said the fucking piece of shit in the manifestation of a freeloading lecturer in Temasek Polytechnic Design School WAS HERE YESTERDAY. Like what the fuck knargh bay lecturer big or wot. I mean can't he even send an email or call or wot? Okay by that i conclude that he must either be:-
1. blind, such that he can't type
2. have his arms chopped off in a helicopter freak accident, such that he can't call/type
3. mute, such that he knows he can't make any sound when he calls.
But why whould he qualify as a lecturer that way? How about a busker?

Well yes you can see i am right in the centre of the energy field of the fury right now.

Moving on to better stuff, and to waste my life away in this asylum. No actually i love computer labs. I was actually looking forward to this subject albeit the bad reviews from friends who heard from their friends. I seriously see no harm learning java and html and all. But this knargh bayer has certainly done his job well by making us all see lecturers are fucked-up pieces of shit. Exception exception.

Oh how could i forget about Xorex. Yesterday. After leaving class in the notion that fucked-up lecturer wasn't coming(and he might have just entered a second after i left, drama-wise), i went queueing up at blardee Xorex and they took THIRTY FRICKING MINUTES to serve one customer. Library was the saviour, although not the best choice. I mean, waddafargue is wrong with them?!?!/1/1/1 There's a story. So in the past(at least when i first came in here), there was Professional Lady One(PL1) and Professional Auntie One(PA1). For some unknown reason PA1 left, and in came Noob Auntie One(NA1), like in January or so. After that for some other unknown reason NA1 got murdered for her daftness, and for some unfathomable reason we got a new Noob Auntie Two(NA2). So that equates to PL1 and NA2. And yest there was only NA2 and the mysterious man in the sample A1-sized poster present, and it couldn't been worse. All thanks to people from other school raiding out facilities, i thank you from the bottom of my heart, but first i would like to give you a punch in the face. Seriously, Moses, just conjure up a more spacious place INSIDE TDS, and get more computers. Or create express lanes for Des students. Or just put up a sign to ask other students to toot off.

Yes, as i was saying, two paragraphs earlier. Watched 'L Change The World' yesterday. Seriously before 4.40pm i would never be caught dead watching a Japanese/Korean movie, but the odds were against me, with two pro-jap/korea activists by my side. My efforts of "BUT I WANT TO WATCH JUNO!!!!1111@^&$!#%^#$!#" were futile, and i walked into the trap unknowingly.



Trap trap trap. Seriously before the movie i thought L was the cool type of guy. But when he appeared for the first time with his back to the camera i seriously had this tendency of a thought that he would turn around looking like Gollum HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.



And for movies between the introduction and actual film there would be this transition period where they insert the title and all, and for this movie they had these blurry images flashing across, which all showed L in hilariously idiotic poses, and i was like laughing in the whole silence of Hall 2. And so Ethel says, "Wahlao you so bad" and i reply, "But he looks like a retard" and i laugh even harder. And there would be the occasional crooning of "sooo cute" and "sooo cool".

And he would be jumping onto the chair in a way which is hauntingly reminiscent of Ju-on.

I mean, compare the way they sit, legs up and all, if you've watched both. Lololol.

Then he would be walking like a hunched back old man, and picking up things with only his thumb and index. I like the irony that cool guy L loves to eat candy. Though he wasn't exactly very cool in this movie, being a babysitter at all. Okay self-admittedly he is quite tall and has semi-long hair lalala. Nah it'll just be a fluttering whimsie. (teehee)

And i wonder why Juno is NC16 when L Change The World certainly has violence, and a lot of gore. Tsktsk, some serious problem with the MDA or something.

More peeekchures for your viewing pleasure and my googling enjoyment.

Okay so the real deal.

Ken'ichi Matsuyama

Ohman serious stuff, i feel like punching those people who sit on the raised contraption right near the entrance of the bus. You know, the grey part that goes below the TVMobile thing. I mean, fine, if you are aged and all, go ahead, then yest this cheena bitch was like sitting there and being a total nuisance. YES YES BRING IN MORE CHINA PEOPLE WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH PESTS IN THE COUNTRY!

L didn't change the world.

I did.

Repetitions & Resolutions



I've faced my demons
Wrestled these angels to the ground
And all that I could find
Was a thin line between
All the saints and villains
It was crossed in my own eyes

Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way

I’m struggling between the facts and fiction
I’m alone
But I'm alive
Everyone around me is trying to make a statement, then there's me
I’m just trying to survive

Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for

Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
If this was any other day
I pretend to know where I stand
I Just don’t know (just don’t know)
I Just don’t know

Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright
I wouldn't have it any other way
Someday I will find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray (inside the disarray)
I woke up this morning
Don’t know where I’m going
But it’s alright


Pause.


What makes the difference between a full-fledged adult and a seventeen-turning-eighteen?

Yes i know this topic has surfaced and resurfaced and re-resurfaced again. Nehmind, how many more times can you get. I only have that amount of time left. NOT HAPPY CLOSE THE WINDOW LAH! Teehee. "=p"

Unhappy Adults vs. Happy Children/Teenagers/Adolescents.

Why so unhappy and serious. Work, work, work.

Ah, maybe, as the brain ages, less endorphins are released into the bloodstream per day. And so the grumpiness and lack of enthusiasm.

Or maybe there is a private/secret branch of the government under Ministry of Health which not even SR Nathan has heard about, rightfully named:-

Growth & Development Sector
Hidden Department 1.13
Professional Group, Ministry of Health

and together with a covert intelligence group from the Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports, they have this policy called:-

Child Development Act (cap. 1394)

And they will capture you to their headquarters on your twenty-first birthday and inject you with a syringe of maturity cells, and you grow into a mature adult OVERNIGHT. Then they will brainwash you and make up a false memory on how you spent that day, and brainwash all you might have come into contact with that day to keep everything under wraps. And maybe the officers brainwash one another into believing what they are doing is right.

Or they use electrode probes that go into your brain and change your mentality.

And this must be an international consipracy because most of the countries set the legal age at 21.

Or maybe office shirts/skirts/pants are coated with a special type of finishing that makes you behave like a matured old preeeeeck.

Maybe when you're twenty-one you would have accepted the fact that you are old.

And the society doesn't protect you after twenty-first! When you are young you get out of everything. My father always threatened to send me to the girls' home as a kid. Now in eight months(OMFPBG!) i will have legal entry into Changi (Women's) Prison. EEEEEEEE!

So many possibilities right. City of Possibilities har, har.

How would it be if we can programme our life and delete the useless days away so we have sort of a 'refund' and can live those deleted days all over again. See, we can't go back once one day is gone; we can only regret what we've done. And it's too lateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And one day stacks up on another and see wot happens, you realise this year you will be 'celebrating' your eighteenth/nineteenth/twentieth.

Have i mentioned mid-life crisis before. I think i did.

I need to murder myself now.

But first i need to acquire the special power of immortality.

Then i will gulp down a bottle of sleeping pills/jump off DHL balloon/get my brain hypnotized into thinking i'm dead.

Then i wake up in my room finding that i am immortalised.

That way i am gonna stay seventeen forever.

Y.A.Y.

No, it wasn't supposed to make sense. If it did, i think you are not from Earth, are you? Er, just don't hurt me, whoever you are, thanks.

XOXO,
Earthling.


I just discovered cyber treasure in the form of Google's 'define' service. Seriously just type 'define:' and the thing you wanna define. Cool or wot.

The world domination of Bubble Tea.

Well well. It's a stupid thing to post pictures of yourself online, but it's another mistake-of-the-millenium to post pictures of yourself WITH your sweet-seventeen boyfriend on ONLINE NETWORKING SITES like Friendster. So sinfully sweet that it needs online broadcasting and with 'x3' as the title as lovebird deems fit. Seriously unless you got it worked out at the fengshui master's or some quack marriage counsellor's that you two are gonna stay together forever until six-feet-under time, i totally can't comprehend.

What happens in the case of a break-up? Well ex-lover and you remain as 'friends', and online friends as well. But you delete all the sweet memories by the click of the mouse. And everybody on your friend list knows that, the same way they learnt about the then-blooming relationship in the first place, ONLINE. Personally Friendster/Facebook are just for leisure purposes, like 1. Creating a psuedo-profile, or, 2. For twiitinqq pleasure for the former. For the latter it's like either Hangman or quizzes, and somehow i have deciphered how to get around 'SEND INVITATIONS' to twenty friends. Haven't cracked the code for the approval of random applications though.

And why do people even bother placing the javascript command for closing web browsers on their blog? It's just redundant. For example there will be like "wrong blog? leave" and the sorts of "this is my blog, i write about what i feel, not happy get lost", or for ultimate effect "fuck off". Though i would like to take the take pleasure to inform you that it doesn't work on FF unless you manually enable java.

Oh. Or it would be "click the red 'x' at the top-right corner"(how very precise!) or "alt-f4". Like waddahell mansxz. It is so childish and ohwell this can go on forever. I guess all members of the online community have reached a consensus that we flaunt as much of all the html codes we can find on the sidebar to 'describe' ourselves. What with bolding, italicising, underlining or striking out. How much fun. Maybe it helps to bring out the mood or something i don't know.

And yes, no offence to anyone from everything up there.

Oh somehow watching Heroes on a marathon basis makes me feel like a have a hidden special power. I remember having this dream about me passing through walls in peefour. It has a storyline dontplayplay. Like i remember that i was near the tv console, in the living room, one precise corner. Somehow, in the dream i subconsciouly(haha double subconsciousness) knew i could do it, and i tried for the first time but failed. The second time round i passed through into the corridor, the wall, the curtains, everything. Seriously it seemed so easy-breezy-peasy-weasy that i wanted to try doing it in real life after that.

Then there was once, between the ages of five to eight years old(prime time of my childhood man), back at good ol' Toa Payoh, i had this nightmarish dream about my lil brother. He was still a toddler then, and one moment we were sitting in the living room on the floor, and he was flashing his arms WITHOUT THE HANDS, and smiling. Then somehow i opened the nearby cabinet and his hands were inside(i don't remember if they were moving). And i think he joined them back or something, a la Claire Bennett, the power of healing. HAHAHAHAHA i know it's hilarious. I am not sure about the joining back part though. It could just be a fracture of my imagination.

Oh and when i was still attached to the google box i used to predict very accurately when the ads will end. True, spot-on, most of the time. And i get visions and deja vus all the time.

Maybe i'll have to wait for an eclipse or something.

Oh i remember taking hundreds of photographs as a kid, all my little toys. And developing storylines for my Barbie dolls(yes i have dolls and i play with robots and lego and sand as well). Probably makes for good creativity development for a precocious kid.

And how come i never got to go through any finding-myself phase?

Ignore that two paragraphs' worth of randomnessity.

On the bus where all great thoughts come to exist. Are we not fighting everday? In minumum ways, fighting to get on the crowded bus during peak hours, fighting to keep up in pace at work/in school, fighting to get cheap bargains(aunties' forte?), and to greater measures, WAR. So much talk for social equality and world peace, people are fighting and dying and there isn't much of social grace at all. Seriously who cares if the guy sitting on the bus next to you just lost his job; you don't know him, he's not your friend and you don't care.

For Hitler.

While waiting patiently for HEROES to buffer(it's fweeee wotj00expect), i shall bother myself with making a new list. Ohwell, not that i've got nothing to do, but i love last-minutes decisions and rushing. No i was being self-contradictory. That was my alter-ego actually.


SCHECKSAYEST SONGS PAST, PRESENT, AND IN YEARS TO COME
In no particular order:-

1. Snakes On A Plane - Cobra Starship feat. The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes & The Sounds
Oh, not forgetting the aweghestmick video.


2. MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday
Same principle behind numbuh one, er, no, EVEN BETTER!!!!!!!11111222223456789


3. Seed - The Academy Is...

4. We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands - The Academy Is...


5. LAX To O'Hare - The Academy Is...

6. The Phrase That Pays - The Academy Is...

7. Okay, it's easier to just say all of them from The Academy Is..., and i'm not joking.

8. Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship

9. The City Is At War - Cobra Starship

Teeheeeeeeeeeeee.

10. One Day, Robots Will Cry - Cobra Starship

11. Long Road To Ruin -Foo Fighters

12. Starlight - Muse

13. Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

14. First Time -Lifehouse

15. Dead! - My Chemical Romance
'LALALALALALALALA'

16. Cancer - My Chemical Romance

17. Camisado - Panic! At The Disco

18. Dare You To Move - Switchfoot

19. Burn It Down - Avenged Sevenfold

20. Afterlife -Avenged Sevenfold


Lavender is so gay. So are flowers.

The Theme is Emo

The Theme Is Emo

51. When the block ends.

What is the purpose of life? For fame? Fortune? To forge relationships? And please this is not teen angst or mid-life crisis or anything emo-related. Just a general question. Don't you find it peculiar. Do we all live to die, to what we call the afterlife? Maybe life after death is good, but we never get emails from those six feet under to ascertain that, do we.

Do people die of insufficiency of sleep? Like dying of hunger, there is starvation. Hm. Like desleeprivation or something.

8.58am is the time when the lift stops on almost every level, and everyone starts streaming in. How weird is it, purposely hampering my efforts to rush to school in the space of two minutes.

And have you ever actually seen wheelchair-bound people board 'wheelchair-friendly' buses? Not for me.

Oh lollipops keep you awake if you are falling asleep from sewing or other mundane activities.

Friday night, not gonna waste it man.

Lalalala.



Get the money and run.



School was never so beautiful until you look at it from another perspective; i suggest lying down.















HAHAHAwaddafargue.






Not nice one w0rsxz. Very milky aftertaste.



last day.



Last Day.



LAST DAY.

CLASSROOM ANTICS AND COMMON COURTESY,
feat. EMO HAIR
Let the pictures do the storytelling man.
Disclaimer: The following images you see are not ENTIRELY taken by me solely, so screw any n00bilitaye spotted.

UNO.



DUE.



TRE.



I-Need-A-Hug Contender One.









Peace, my FIEND.



And so there are two.






Three.
The bewbs are very hard and it is more comfortable to go from the back; my personal opinion only. PGpeegeePEEgee!!!111111oneone



Worshipping VTOHS.



You need longer hair, dood.



And we see hope.






Bad English.


Mannequin Jr., The Baby.






Bad memories, pleated skirt.


















Emopossibilty, failed.



Where the babies respawn.









VTHOS' gifts.

Graffiti artist in the making.

18:29, 23 February.

3p.m.(s) are such a prick in the skin but 5p.m.(s) are so good; the perfect time to start a lazy Saturday.