1. Hang Me Up To Dry- Cold  War Kids ( Read more... )

I pretty much set myself up for the person I am now- the mindlessness, devil-may-care, carpe diem, just living for the moment and thinking that you only live once. Fuck consequences, act now, digest later, see where the river takes me ( Read more... )

The way we are, is built on our reaction against situations surrounding us, so if you don't like the way I am now, blame it on yourself, bitch. 

To clear USA mod:

Choice 1:

HL227 Early American Literature and Culture (Jessie Morgan-Owens)

Choice 2:

HL229 American Modernism (Andrew Yerkes)

To clear Time Period Studies:

Choice 1:

HL206 Modernism (Angela Frattarola)

Choice 2:

HL205 Victorian Literature and Culture (Tamara Wagner)

The Rest:

HL307 Postcolonial Literature (Sim Wai Chew)
HL313 Postmodernism ( ( Read more... )

Everyday ( Read more... )

don't we get it yet, that LIFE's in-between is IF and love spelt backwards is a devilish wordplay of Evol-Evil? if only "if" only denotes uncertainly, it would mean only living within a community of assured uncertainty, it would definitely make this world a more surprising (translate exciting) place to be in but no
because "if" cousins out to its ( Read more... )

Whiskey on a rainy night is the best way to regulate your body climate. Haha. Am in the midst of watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, it's quite slow but intriguing all the same. Love girls who can pull off skinny jeans and boots. But the blackish gothic kind of make-up is a bit overkill for me. Sexy nonetheless ( Read more... )

Coasters-

a small dish, tray, or mat, esp. for placing under a glass to protect a table from moisture.

Inevitably,

Protect-

to defend or guard from attack, invasion, loss, annoyance, insult, etc.; cover or shield from injury or danger.

We lift the veil off our slumber in bed and ready ourselves for the day's assault. Clockwork precision begging us to ( Read more... )

Dreams so surreal unrehearsed chain of thoughts like water flowing without a dam
how they touch our raw nerves and pull out previous memories blatantly
like a book out of a neat library row
we open the book up and renew ourselves with a new perspective
on old things we seldom remember
dark old things
things which you used to hold tenderly
like a ( Read more... )

Everyone eyed in hubris regrets not doing anything about the people under their eyes

suffering the relentless melt of time

we all going to die sooner or later