My Conclusion

After extensive soul searching and reflection, I have concluded that Taylor Swift has probably slept with at least two guys in her life. If not more.

J

She's Just Bein' Miley

Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth are engaged.

And the world imploded.

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J

Yes, Yes I Did

CAITLYN TOLD ME I SHOULD BLOG ABOUT HOW WYNN SHOULD HAVE SEX WITH THAT RANDOM FROM YEAR 10 S&E. DONE, BITCH.

J

1D

Ugh. One Direction. Why are you so cute and lovely? I resisted you for so long because I knew if I indulged, it would lead to unhealthy things... Many people wouldn't think by looking at me (or maybe you would, I don't really know), but I am the biggest tween in the universe. And One Direction is like... Tween Methamphetamines.

I love them all (especially Harry).

Also, Zayn reminds me so much of hottie tutor.

J

My Gerry Day

Get me with those green eyes as the lights go down. Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.

Yes, yes. Been studying since 9am this morning. It went something like this:

8am: Rouse myself. What's the time? I need to piss.

8.15am: Piss.

8.20am: Exercise (yeah, apparently it took me 5 minutes to piss).

8.45am: Eat and shower.

9am: Study.

10am: Study.

11am: Study.

12pm: Study.

12.30pm: Lunch.

1pm: Study.

2pm: Move a huge tree that my dad dug up from our front yard. Scraped my hand up nicely.

2.15pm: Study.

Blah blah blah.

5pm: Blogggg.

6pm: Who knows. Maybe it won't start with "S." Hopefully, it'll start with "E."

Great chat with Big and Little Mic/shelle and Kavin last night. Mostly, it was me and Little Mishelle talking about boys and how wonderful forearms are. Also, I'm in love with 1D now. Especially Harry. Those eyes. That smile. I want to lick him.

Bizarrely, I would approve of him + Swifty. Also, they're the same height. Also, I love tall people. I don't know why but I love them all. I wish I was taller. I bet the air's fresher up there.

J

This Shit is Bananas

I never thought I'd see the day when I would be too shy/uncomfortable to write about something on this blog that's going on in my life. Big Michelle brought it up yesterday. She asked me why I never mentioned it in the blog despite me talking about it extensively with her and a couple of other close friends.

I think it's because it's different when it's actually more real.

Good luck for all your exams soon. I can't wait to catch up with everyone over the holidays. Winter holidays are the bomb. I see a lot of eating and snoozing (oh God... sleeping in...) and TV and a lot of fat-inducing activities in the near future.

By the way, day 2 of the healthy eating plan. It's gone alright so far. Whenever I want to eat something shitty, I just remember that feeling after you eat too much of something unhealthy when you feel bloated and greasy and disgusting. Also, I remind myself that the first bite of something is always the best. Therefore, I should only indulge in that first bite or the first couple of bites and savour the moment. After that, it just gets repetitive and yuk.

Holla back.

J

Kimbra - "Two Way Street" (Live at Sing Sing Studios)

Har har. This is so great. Her dancing is just... off the hook. Guys:



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Types of Guys I Enjoy

1. The Sexy Businessman. He wears a suit on a near-daily occasion. He washes his hair regularly, uses cologne and has really big shoes that are probably shiny. He has "fancy taste" but can slum it like the rest of us. He enjoys romantic strolls along the beach and has brooding eyes.

2. The Hot Hale Boy. He went to a fancy, all-boys' high school but now wears jeans everyday and sneakers. When he sits down, he rests one foot on the other which is resting sideways (has anyone else noticed this? I find this so sexy). His arm muscles contract nicely as he holds onto the rail while riding the bus from uni to Espy.

3. The Homely Boy-Next-Door. He uses the internet. A lot. He either has really eclectic taste in music or likes Top 40 and Rihanna. His hair is scruffy and needs a wash. He is either really skinny or borderline obese.

J

The Rubens - "My Gun"

You're welcome:



J

The Clock is Ticking

I'm going back (lol, not back. Going to) Malaysia at the end of this year for some relative's wedding. Goal? Lose weight so I don't suffer the scurtinization of Asian Aunties with too much time on their hands and a disgust towards fat people.

I've been exercising pretty consistently for about a bit over one month, maybe 1.5. I don't think I've lost weight but I've become more toned. But there's no point if it's covered in fat! Have to watch my eating habits. No one will respect a chubby doctor.

Hitting the books today. The next week and a half is going to be effing hell. I hate study.

J