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"Into non-being, which is to say, everything"

And so,

All good things come to an end.

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends

Sometimes even nothing at all.

A tiring weekend. An unhappy, tiring weekend.

Funnily enough, I think I like the seventeen-year-old Harry much more than I realize.

I remember that one time in GIS when this song resonated like chimes in a thunderstorm.

There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

May angels lead you in.
And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
God wouldn't let it live.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.


We should all try to wear our hearts on our sleeves. Just a little more. So we'll never have to say "I'm sorry" when they can't hear us anymore.

I got a nose piercing. Can't fucking wait to take it out and replace it with bling.

I'm not making a social statement. I've always enjoyed piercings. Seriously. Even as a little kid of twelve, I wanted two or three on each ear. Which was uncommon back in the day since most people only had one in each ear. More than one was *gasp* rebellious!

Anyway. Yay.

"A kilogram of beef is responsible for more greenhouse gas emissions and other pollution than driving for 3 hours while leaving all the lights on back home.

Their analysis showed that producing a kilogram of beef leads to the emission of greenhouse gases with a warming potential equivalent to 36.4 kilograms of carbon dioxide. It also releases fertilising compounds equivalent to 340 grams of sulphur dioxide and 59 grams of phosphate, and consumes 169 megajoules of energy" - New Scientist.com

I'll definitely be eating more steak from now on.

A pointless Harry Potter post:

As a rabid, angst-ridden thirteen-year-old, I used to be completely obsessed with Harry Potter. Books, movies, fan fiction (!), Rupert Grint, hating Emma Watson. Oh, everything, you know. I think I outgrew it somewhere along the way. Except the hating Emma Watson part. And it's not that I don't enjoy everything HP still. I do. Read on and see why :)

I came out of the fifth movie pitying those who had not read the (oh so boring) 5th book. What the fuck did they do with Chris Columbus? The first two movies were the cutest and the bestest. Well, at least there is some consolation in this 5th movie re: the scenes with Harry waking up drenched in sweat, looking completely vulnerable and fearful and in dire need of a bear hug. I have no shame in ogling younger boys. Or older boys.

Good luck to everyone who's currently shitting their pants about the 7th book.

1441) Although I've never been one to curb my appetite, I think there are lot of things I would do to be uncannily thin.

So sue me, you know, for succumbing once in a while.

Last few posts have been pretty emo. I'm not going to apologise. Maybe spending fourteen hours - and then some - in bed rewires the brain a little. Don't we all continuously throw things in and out of perspective all the bloody time, especially when we're sitting in bed?

I'm going to be a year older in precisely a month's time. So. I think I ought to do something about the "becoming wiser" part, and not just the "getting older" part. We'll see how I turn out after the summer. We'll see.

I dyed my hair back to the blondish brownish ah lian shade it previously was before I had it dyed back to black. I always thought I had more fun as an ah lian anyway.

Someone spoke to me whilst I was asleep.

I woke up and cried.

KL is:

Hazy emo days peppered with social gatherings and cigarettes and good food.
Long mornings in bed with a book.
The periodic Midnight anxiety attack.
One stream of texts in/out.
Panas and sticky. Like freshly steamed seri muka.