BRAIN ICE TRAY: suitable gift for airheads

HERE

IT’S ANKLE BANGLE!. (Im gonna hunt you down)

HERE

RETROSUPERFUTURE

finally got my super sunnies, now i can bioh guys anyhow anyhow

move to trash

“One year on, I found Myself.”

CONTROL FREAK

HAPPY NEW YEAR! as if it is something for us to celebrate. This year, the “New Year’s Resolution List” is empty and the best excuse i can think of is that I shall let nature take its course and hopefully something good comes out of it.

In 2009, i think i’ve been a moderately good girl, as compared to previous years when we were frantically exploring the greener pastures of life. I had my little mistakes on 2 occasions if they even care. 2 slightly more serious ones i can’t forgive myself for yet cannot guarantee a re-occurrence–> maybe this could be a resolution?

Shit comes about because hopes were trashed. But we need hope to survive. we can’t run away from it. Hence we should get accustomed to expecting shit out of hopes. And i don’t expect shit out of a close friend, or rather would avoid pinning hopes. Because it concerns my worth, your worth, and how i perceive you as a person in the future. It’s either black or white. With utmost disappointment, my classified taste puts you in that worthless realm. I am not a guinea pig. I’m JASLYN BANG, merely a lady who expects respect and much more because i’m a friend.

I hate love this season.tara

team america: world police

marionette to porcelain

here

1960’s sex kitten hair

SEXOR, is here.

3:16

John 3:16, under Forever 21’s recyclable shopping bag:

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

mommys old jeans

mommy’s high waist jeans

i didnt manage to get the tickets for kings of convenience for the upcoming mosaic fest and the feeling sucks. the worst thing is that koc’s always on my playlist. buggers who grabbed the tickets within the 2 hours! well, i’m just slow this once.

The year is ending and every festive season, whichever way you call it, joyous season, season of love, giving etc, always brings about the nostalgia.

As much as the we get excited over this time of the year, there is still a buzzing reminder that all this hype is just another strategic economic initiative. Even more deliberate are Valentines’ Day, Children’s Day, Mother and Fathers’ Days. Did they really have a commendable history to commemorate? And what do you get out of these, singles get all sad and sappy, widows/spinsters self-question, others remind themselves of their age. This deepening marginalization as the indirect exchange for consumerism, is it worth it? Is it the satisfaction from these emotions-provoking events, or, the extra public holidays? practicality.

But we dig them, don’t we. We look forward to it, it is a chicken and egg cycle. Because we love that season that’s why we demand for all that hype and on the flip side, that very hype perceived to be sought after or purposefully instilled in us causes us to subconsciously look forward to it.

I am a victim, so in 10 days, thereabout, we have to think about new year resolutions again. But it never works. You stand with the sea before you, you get teary eyed watching the fireworks, happy that a new year is coming, a cleansing to the bad experiences and sieving out the best things that happened during this year. I do wonder why such sentiments would run through my mind at these moments.

till then, tara.

i’m getting married tomorrow!

kevin