fishing for confidence
arikai: I guess you wasted your beauty on me.
f8: well, at least I was pretty... WAS
arikai: -- and now?
f8: Now I look like shit.
arikai: You looked fine the last time I saw you.
f8: Apparently 'fine' doesn't cut it these days.
ugly, but adorable.
Tiffanee Lim called me & Skywalker “cute”. together. She stopped to let us know we were cute. And that she’s never seen me do “that” before. And if all this was “new” Hand-holding was never really my ‘thing‘-ish.
Life at Desa Ria
beautiful3tdown: Sex. is that all you ever think about, John?
f8: Yeah, that's probably why Tya keeps her curtains closed.
Galliano: - Especially when I'm in there.
The long-short drive home.
Mr.BigHead: so how are you?
f8: I'm fine.
Mr.BigHead: F-I-N-E? You know... that stands for Frustrated, Insecure, Neurotic, & Egocentric.
f8: Nicely put. So where'd you get that from?
Mr.BigHead: I believe it was 'The Italian Job'. But don't Twitter me on that.
f8: Thank God I use Tumblr.
Today I’m going to come out and tell my dad… Tell him that I’m crazy. Tell him that I’m sorry. Tell him that everything is going to be alright; really.
My face is covered in fairy-lights and my eye bags can go shopping! I look like...– TYa
What is life without the spice?
You know you have to LOL at your life when Morning-after pills are a part of your first aid kit. A random handbag discovery is a pregnancy tester. You’re dating your best friend’s fanboy.
live on the webcam
Mr.Bighead: I will come over and kill you like it's Halloween!
f8: I'd like to see that happen; in the dark.
Skywalker: Fucker, I'm INDIAN! I AM Halloween!!
Hypeman: If he's Halloween, then I'm the Holocaust.
f8: and I'm just Horrified.
If I fuck me, I'll fuck me in my own way.
Mr.BigHead: You could write a book on me.
f8: I would write a book on spending '24 Hours in Bed with Mr.BigHead'.
Mr.BigHead: What would be your tagline?
f8: You saying, "I'm hitting you on the head...with a tube of luuuuuuuuuuube."
Mr.BigHead: What? Then people would think we've got issues.
f8: That's why people will read it.
you and I will always be a tragic comedy.– arikai
Andy: No no, come on. They’d say, “Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful...– Factory Girl (2006)
I am the Burger Queen
Skywalker: I am so wearing this crown for the rest of the day.
f8: What if someone asked why we're wearing these crowns?
Skywalker: I'd ask them, "did I ask you why your mother is ugly?"
f8: hahaha! "- because I'd assume that's where you get your looks from."
in 24 hours I...
lost it; went home from uni to sleep only to go all the way back to uni; read “welcome to BK Alamanda” as “welcome BK to Alamanda”; walked around Alamanda with a BK crown on; bought lube as an impulse ‘ohyouneetostockuponthatone’ purchase at Watsons; should’ve picked the Dettol over the lube; found out I now have a ‘fan base’ post-Pohela...
It's not you, it's me.
If I don’t kill me I will kill you.
I don't bite.
Mr.BigHead: I think you have a Pandora's Box complex.
f8: What makes you say that?
Mr.BigHead: There's something psycho in you that you could just unleash and holy shit...I wouldn't wanna piss you off.
f8: I'm a nice girl; but thank you for putting it that way.
You're the sane one, now.
I just want to take a hot shower. It’s raining. I spent the entire day in bed. I haven’t gotten any work done. I want to kill myself (again) I am holding back these tears. If I cried, it would be without reason. I hate you. I just haven’t told you that yet. Why won’t you just listen? The clinic won’t answer my calls. I just want to stay in bed forever. ...
This doesn't equal brownie points.
It’s been almost 3 weeks now and you’re still ignoring me. The only reason why I still pester you, is because I expected you to be better than this. I expected you to have the balls to tell me, “maybe this isn’t working out”…or something like that. It would be so much less ‘high school’ and so much more ‘fuckyou’.
car bonnet conversations
Skywalker: You and I should NEVER fuck.
f8: I agree. We could be dangerous together.
Skywalker: Just stay away from me when I'm drunk.
f8: Drunk or sober, I'm pretty sure I could say no to you if I wanted to.
Mr.BigHead: [to Skywalker] I could hook you up with some Ruffies.
f8: I don't think you see the point here.
Skywalker: we'd be dangerous fucking each other. Not me fucking her while she's asleep...
f8: -or vice versa.
I crushed, and inevitably crashed.
He mentioned the existence of a girlfriend back home. and I still offered him a ride back. Just because he’s a taken man, doesn’t mean I need to stop being nice to him. Besides, I see it as a plus point when a man tells you about a significant other through the method of complaints instead of the “damn, I miss her so much” approach. And that he asked for my number...
STILL more at the ER
thehandicap: You know, there's this girl in college who I really like...
f8: That's nice. Your arm in a cast may just win you pity points...
thehandicap: - I would SO date you when I get out of this...
f8: I guess that means I get special parking privileges.
thehandicap: will you sing to me before they put me to sleep?
thehandicap: I like Norah Jones. You know that song? Come Away With Me...
f8: Dude, it's not like you're dying.
Number closing in the ER
Balboa: Where did you go?
f8: ...to the toilet
Balboa: Oh. Are you done?
Balboa: Ok, cool. Can I have your number? Like, just in case.
Stranger things happen on this side of town
I’m at the hospital emergency room waiting to see how a friend is doing after a dislocated shoulder. And I get my period. On the bright side, the morning after pills worked.
I may be ugly, but they sure love to stare.
MissMoody: So...do you have a boyfriend?
MissMoody: [shocked] Why not?
f8: Don't want one.
MissMoody: Don't you get lonely?
MissMoody: Oh...[look of pity] well...good luck, then.
What hurts the most...
seeing you beside him, hidden beneath covers. …watching, waiting, hoping. and all I could do is tell you that I miss you. more than you think.
So, when I (or well, we) finally did wake up...
as expected, we fucked. I don’t know if the high is from the sex, or if it’s still all the medication. That was one horny dream…
My voice of reason, in my sleep.
candila: If he wants the sex, and you want sex; then it can't be wrong.
Desperate attempts to hit "snooze"
I told everyone I’m away sleeping. Truth is: I’ve been away desperately attempting to sleep. I would say this was all due to spending all of yesterday in bed after a fitful night of crying non-stop for 5 hours over the paranoia that Mr.Ferrari hated my guts. After putting on a dress and being dumped over dinner (oh the irony of the aliterations), you’d be a little paranoid too....
it's nothing personal
hypeman: Why didn't you call me? I could've come over?
f8: I wanted company. Not for someone to try and hump me.
f8: -when you call me "sayang" all the time, it stops feeling special.
You know you've hit a new low when...
You swear yourself into celibacy, which ended up in EPICFAIL. Your EPICFAIL: An ‘accidental fuck’ with your 18-year old fling (a.k.a Pedovictim). You fuck your ex (a.k.a Hypeman) the day after the ‘accidental fuck’. *You were a virgin when you guys were dating years ago. The EPICFAIL was better in bed. as always. I don’t know how to tell my psychiatrist all this...