Maybe its the headache, but I'm feeling emo.

I have completed the emo look with new headphones (lovely, lovely Creative), and a brand new black notebook with a black mechanical pencil and black pens. Haha. Oh, and I also bought a black box for no reason.

Don't ask me why. Perhaps I was subconsciously afraid of becoming a colour person, since my discovery for my love of deep fushia, thanks to my Clean Colour. Looks lovely with Black. Haha. I want my prom dress to be deep fushia with black lace. gah. Am I finally morphing into the female I have denied being?

Bye bye Cargoes... awww.

Oh, and speaking about prom, I'm 99.84% positive that no one will discover who my prom date is. muahahaha.

ANYWAY, back to the Black. I love the fact that I found the completely black Pilot mechanical. I feel uneasy using any other brand for my sketches, and I've discovered my mild dislike for wooden pencils due to the inconvenience. But they're still useful for shading. Squee.

And the black pens too. Perfect for doodling. And a new book to doodle in! Its a smaller version of my previous book, but now a perfect size for writing and sketching.

I also realised that I ceased my diary entries. I guess it just doesn't make sense, putting on paper things that you don't want other people to read or know. And its not like you'll read them again. Well, I won't. Its too depressing.

Am gobbling down porridge. Its the only edible thing around. I'm too lazy to chew the normal overly seasoned chinese food. I'm just dumping steamed eggs into white porridge. Its perfect. =D

Watched pirates. I actually felt sad for Will Turner. Never knew I would feel sympathy for him, at any point, especially since I had the "Kill the pixie" campaign for the movie Legolas. Groooss. (But, I guess to look at it from another POV, I hated any male that any normal female would adore. I guess if there was ANY appeal whatsoever, I overlooked it with over-feminism/tomboyishness.