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When your rabbit licks you, feel privileged. It is an open display of trust and affection.

No Estee, I won't be giving Billy back to you. He's mine, all mine. *cue evil rabbit laughter*

Last week: Was moved by Angie Seah's "The Silent Conductor" performance. Made a bunch of Belgian friends, watched a very fierce flamenco routine, finished reading eight books. My brother got into a nasty accident, poor bastard.

This week: Shall catch up with old classmates at degree show, tear my hair out over semester results, get to know a rabbit, visit Qian Hu, register for Giacometti talk, buy mealworms.

Next week: Visit Night Safari, get Isrin to go to the Science Centre with me, purchase a negative scanner, wash my brushes, buy new brushes, get a brush holder, find a moonlight, see Matthew Ngui's works.

Today: I had so much fun at Tang Dynasty with Estee and Jacqui spooking ourselves out and hitting each other's arms to get to the killer mosquitoes which were ruthless and determined to suck us dry. Apparently mine and Jacq's blood types are rather popular cuisine among the society of those suckers.

The things you apparently learn from your friends...

And I'm proud to say that Estee is now a convert. She will join the ranks in aquatic pet owners and shall be buying herself a black ghost knife fish, exactly the one that I have. I am ever so pleased. Jacqui, you're next. I know you practically squealed at the loaches and puffers, you won't be spared. *rubs hands in glee*

I have exhausted the adrenaline that came out of an hour's sleep, and am going to drop off like a log now.

OK it's official. I am partly obsessed with the Twilight series and I can't even stand the writing. Considering Meyer's a Mormon, she can't stop alluding to liquor, sex and suicide and her Bella Swan is the Mother of all Mary Sues and Stus out there. Like. Yeah. Totes.

But I find myself re-reading the e-books and thinking about Edward Cullen, the perfect vampire god with his marble body and steel penis and dazzling topaz watery poo leaking out of his sparkly eyes. I blame this all on livejournal and my sick list of friends, who are totally being really sadistic to me right now. I now am part of the fandom, and I have to eat up whatever drivel I had said against it earlier. Yeah, they got me now. Like chokehold, y'know.

I come here to seek therapy. Beseech of this totally ordinary and undazzling blog to put things back in perspective. Hmm.

Oh but wait. I know just the thing to cure this mania. Momentarily, at least.

Time to spork some bad!fic! Or work on that crack with the Cullens and Draco Malfoy. Hmm. Butt plugs, butt plugs, butt plugs...

*whimpers* Yeah I need so much help.

Thankfully I'm going out tomorrow, but Jacqui's going to be equally insane so that's not going to help with my mental state of mind. And she's going to drag me to an exhibition.

*cries in a corner*

No, Jacq, you caaaaaaan't!

Urgh this is extremely disgusting. *spits*

I hope Zam comes home today! I miss him so damn much!

/end whine

My brain cells decided to come out and work.

I am going out today! To the library, what else. But no, really, I have to go. I realised that I have two bottles of turpentine at home. I should go clean my brushes now, I really, really should. But most likely I'm going to wait for my pay to come in and buy new ones. I have TONS of paper just waiting to be used up, but I'll probably be spending more money on them. Again.

My boyfriend's in field camp now. And my weekend was whiled away acting like a miser who doesn't want to go out.

Well, at least whatever little sunshine that I allow to come through the pathetic crack of my window makes me feel human again.

And now I have to go off-topic. Someone introduced me to Stephenie Meyer's Twulight series last week. I read them all already within two days (it doesn't require you to think much) and to be the least bit mean as I can, 'cause I'm out of practice there, they're like flippin' ghastly parodies man. They're one of the worse things I have EVER read, and I've read a great share of dung, purposely and otherwise.Which brings in my next point.

I don't know what the fuss is about the books, the fandom must be made up of girls with serious issues. Typical. (And fuck lah, Meyer shouldn't even be compared to JKR at the first place. (Uh huh, that actually happened.) Yes, THAT is what I call a literary blasphemy. Considering the kind of rough critique that Rowling already has. Hello? Step away from the golden platform PLEASE, mere humanoid; you don't belong anywhere near Harry Potter, for fuck's bleeding sake.) Everything about it was like a bad take of Romeo and Juliet, as if I haven't had an overdose of that already in secondary two.

Isabella Swan is a motherfucking obsessive drugged-up, immature little batshite whining brat. Meyer has some sickness in her head - she quickly needs to be committed. I *think* The Host will be better, but I ain't ever going to be a fan of her horrid writing and her books, so I'm not going to bother. If it weren't for the movie (yes, they're actually making a fucking FILM out of that piece of sylistically mortifying piece of trash) the books are full of freakin' fail. Granted, I'm sure the movie *is* a fucking fail, despite the cast. And Robert Pattinson, they're USING you buddy! You've been USED! The Dark Lord offed you and now you've been reincarnated, dead walking the earth, and dazzling in the fuckin' sun like fuckin' marble. MARBLE. *chokes* Why must you agree to a role like that? And now I'm going to have to watch the cursed movie because you're in there Spunk, damn you. And damn YOU unsuppressed fangirly sensibilities. Please, please, PLEASE, why aren't I even attempting to grow out of them. I'm twenty-one, wahlau, not twelve.

Ah yes, see why I need to go to the library? I am on a mission to re-build my brains.

OH and one more thing - HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIE PRINCESS! *glomps*

I was probably the last person to hand in the article to Hazel a few days ago. Some kind of student coordinator I am. Well, anyway, now that has been done, I no longer have to worry about being a student or coordinating, in fact, I actually feel like getting drunk - something I haven't done since my eighteenth birthday. That won't require studying or coordinating much, will it. And I haven't even entertained the thought of smoking, maybe because my body is preparing to switch to another new bad habit. Alcohol is expensive too.

I hardly ever leave my room now.