Nearly 200 photos taken today during the hamper making competition thanks to Shawn, Clarisa and the best vice principal in the world ever Ms Pauline Fun. Went to shop with my besties at Orchard in the afternoon and bought nothing back for CNY. I'm gonna cry with Mr Snugglebumpkins because I'm a hopeless, handicapped romantic.

♫ By the light of the LED display of the VCR recorder, you kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear: this is my downfall. As you squint and you grimace, we both know your heart's not in it. By the glow of a thousand fireflys in a travelodge en-suite. They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak. And I am trying to be sexy, biting at the air that falls in front of me. Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day. And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names. I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them but they loathe me and I hate them back. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer, length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable. Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply. You said he got his teeth fixed. I'm gonna break them. I've got a heart on fire. He said he's got his sights set on getting to you. I've got fist on fire. And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind of losing everybody, the necessity of dying. Oh we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking, but there is no fucking future. I'm just practising my accents, picking at old sutures. I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love is to like the other slightly less than you get in return. I keep feeling like I'm being undercut. Charlotte says it's more constructive than the one in Canada when you got drunk, ate loads of crisps and threw up by a football pitch, I know it is and really that's what worries me, I feel like I should hurt. You said he's got his teeth fixed. I'm gonna break them. I've got a heart on fire. He said he's got his sights set. I'm getting to you. I've got fist on fire. I cannot emphasise enough that my body is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel. Harbouring these diminishing, so called vital organs. Hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart hoes first! We are beautiful, we are doomed. ♫