i don't know what they were running from though.

frankly, i think supermodels are gonna be redundant and extinct in a few years or so. it
just doesnt make sense to keep them around when every model shot is being digitally
enhanced to the extent that they look plastic. why not save the trouble and tears, reduce
the rate of anorexia, and make a quick buck or two by selling them all for firewood.

(and thanks emma, for dedicating a facial expression to me) i feel honoured, you bitch.

this war, it rages on.


meow.

to be able to get into an arts school or an art-related course is all i ask for.
sometimes i wonder if i had chosen the right school at all. im not gunning
for a desk job, or a high income profession. i just wanna get a job which
allows me to express myself in some creative shape or form, i'd be happy
then. sigh i need a major re-evaluation of my life. i apologise in advance to
whoever expects me to score well in IB. truth is, im not planning to.

witness my sanity in its weakest state. for a minor moment maybe i would turn
away, look toward the wind, because i never trusted the calmness, the evil on
screen pretense. why then, should you hold on to your empty dreams, your kids
and trolleys, the unappreciative. for shes a walking time machine with error after
arrow, consistent hypocrisy, a mighty turn of the century. she needs care and cursing,
conditions to bear. lest she becomes one of them. a feeble play, a mediocre symbol,
a dreamer for the kill.

today i added my fair share of creativity to a starbucks menu for the first time.
the free sushi made my day and i am looking forward to the new christmas specials,
namely toffee nut and peppermint.

Fuck me. Emily Haines is so beautiful