December 26th, 2001

Charah coffee


I'm not an insomniac; I'm just really bored, and don't feel like sleeping yet. I'm in the process of learning a bit more about html, so this orange look will stay until I get the hang of it, which could take a year, depending on how long the interest lasts. If this look never changes, then it means I've lost interest and no longer give a toss about this online diary. You may also find that updates will get less and less, until they no longer exist.

This is, obviously, an introductory entry. I wouldn't say a lot, except that um, I love Joaquin Phoenix, and that my favourite band is silverchair. I like to write, above all things, though I don't think I'm any good at it (you be the judge: click. And please, leave me a review or two, dammit). *shrugs*

Reasons why Joaquin Phoenix and I should get married right now:

1) He's insecure about his acting abilites, I'm insecure about my writing abilities. Together, we make a great duo for self-deprecation.

2) He's beautiful, I'm average, so he should complement my looks. :)

3) He inspires me to write. That's reason enough, but I will continue.

4) He shares my vegetarian beliefs.

5) He opposes the death penalty.

6) He is amazingly sweet, and cute, and funny, and lovely, and adorable, and gorgeous, and kind, and smart, and deep, and

7) I turn to mush whenever I see him.

8) I'm a virgin.

All right, I'm going to bed.

Charah coffee

Making Time

I don't give a rat's arse who reads this diary, so if you're someone I know offline, and if I should say anything in the future to offend you...well, tough shit. *shrugs* Honestly, I wouldn't care if you piss and moan about it to's not my problem. Nobody asked you to read my diary, y'know?

Anyhow. Today I went to the library to complete my community service (it's required for school). What do I do there, I hear you ask. I shelf books. A lot of it. So much that there are times when I don't want to see another book again in my life, and I love books. It's my second time, and the first time was just so bad, I haven't the words to describe it. It really worn me out. Today was okay. They stuck me with this Malay chick, who seems all right, but I didn't talk to her. It was at 10 in the morning and I haven't got much sleep the night before, 'cause I stayed awake thinking about this particular scene in "The Others" that made me scream. (By the way, great movie. Very, very chilling. *shudders*) That's my problem. The more something scares me, and the more I know it, the more I want to see it. How dumb.

I went to see "Lord of the Rings" for the second time after that. I love this movie! I love Legolas Greenleaf and Aragorn! I want to become a Hobbit so that I can marry Frodo! *sigh* I want to see it again, but that's out of the question.

I'm starting school in about a week. I haven't touched any of my holiday homework. Next year's a major year for me. Major exams and all that that determines my goddamned future. The more I think about it, the more I want to tear my hair out. Next year, I'm 16. Exciting thought, but it depresses me when I realise that I'm going to have even less of a life than I do now. But, what the fuck kind of person worries about her future at age 16? I mean, I don't know, it's really fucked up. But, y'know, I have to get my arse together. I have to ace the O Levels. I have to get into a good junior college and get many A's, and get a scholarship so that I can go to a foreign college, 'cause you can't pay me a million bucks to attend the Singaporean one. No sir, you can't.

What a great motivation, no? If only I could be driven by it.