tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63463982011-04-22T03:36:16.324+08:00Unencumbered but not cast adrift, free but not lost, loved but not smothered.ZaNnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09247715906475903947noreply@blogger.comBlogger2271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346398.post-1121309138980195832005-07-14T10:44:00.000+08:002005-07-14T10:45:38.986+08:00

Here.For now

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God I'm upset. It's even worse when I cannot tell u why. I've just engaged in a total of 3 types of therapy. 1) Retail. I went to town and went crazy. Two pairs of shoes, mango turquoise hot dress who shall wait patiently for an occassion to be worn, mango brolly....2) Words. I went to the library and borrowed the books that I used to love to read. Man. Tell me again why I'm always moving back? 3

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doctor doctor I'd like to be able to call in sick today Won't u do me a favour Arrange for Mr sun to be delayedI don't care for the rest They can go ahead and play dead There's just nothing for me to wake up to today

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I was packing my stuff when I came across a scrap paper with these words on it. Then I recalled that one morning when I woke up with the sweetest dream ever. I was a gurl. And he was a boy. And thats pretty much all there was to it. Sometimes I think u sent me these dreams and make me feel the way I feel in it...just so I will never forget to believe.** ** ** ** ** **I'm in love with the boy in

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You Are A Walnut TreeYou are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group.You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition.Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous.You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected.A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships.What is Your Celtic Horoscope?

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No. of Krispy kreme Doughnuts bought back from sdyney : 12No. of krispy Kreme Doughnuts left : 0Hoho. Hey hey. Hello hello. =) Back! I'm back. Yea. Whats up?How r u? I find the need to ask u that before I rattle about myself and trip. Lest I missed out a big event in ur days while I was gone. So shoot. How were u?Good? Everything's like slow motion now. Suddenly. Cept for weight ofcoz. It has

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The days are too short. Nights too long. Skin is too dry. Things are too many. Money is too tight. I know you too well. Food is too expensive. Water is too cold. Penguins are too small!!!! (HA. I froze my butt off yesterday to see them come waddle out of the water.) Bag is too small. People are too pretty. You talk too much. I seek too deep. Shit is too little. You're too slow, too proper, too

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Day 3 in melbourneNo of cute australians that would marry me: 0No of times gushed at cute little boys: 3No of times said "I'm cold": like maybe 5 times a day so 15No of times tried to shit: 6No of times actually shitted: 2No of layers wrapped up with: 4=) Hey hey hey. How's it going?I am so suffering from a serious lack of sleep. And lack of shit. I mean I'm full of shit but it wont come out from

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Toothbrush? Checked. Passport?Checked. Wallet cash kakashi keychain? Checked. Pad undies bras socks shoes? Checked. Contacts shampoo blah? Checked. Camera phone diary pens book? Checked. PJs sweater thermal wear gums? Checked checked checked.I dun wanna check no more. Just let me leave and then freeze to death. Its impressive how my parents have talked more than they've done so in months within

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The very first time they held hands, she felt like the world opened up and sucked them into another. She felt her face turn so hot she knew she was blushing to death.But who cares.Blushing to death. That's as good as it gets.**You know u had a smashing clubbing session the previous night when you find yourself bouncing away to any song with a beat on the radio while having breakfast. =)Thanks to

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HERE The food amazing race thingie that I've been talking about to some of u. I need a team. Like equppied with excellent direction sense please. We all know how I grossly lack in that department. ** My days have been good to me. In case u were wondering. Like good enough for me to not want to blog about it... so that I don't jinx it.. but yeah. I don't usually blog good days. Don't want you to

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"Are u with anyone right now?""No.""Why not?"Why not. Yesterday I met Jules. I met Jules yesterday. Jules, yesterday I met. Hoho Anywayz. I like her. The fact that she knows her animals and did verterinary in Columbia university. (you really can't go that wrong with animal lovers) The fact that she mumbbles, with an accent. She looks like a ball. Ok, redundant information but yea, she is nice

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renunciation - the act or practice of ascetic self-denialGood morrow, good evening and good night! =) I had a bad night. You? Well I dreamt that I've got fangs for teeth and couldnt close my mouth. Then flashbacks. Not so much of the things that happened but of the way I felt. Horrible isnt it? O. Avoid calling me on my cell...well it kinda fell into a lump of poo so it isn't working at all. Am

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I'll be there for you These five words I swear to you When you breathe I want to be the air for you I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you Steal the sun from the sky for you Words can't say what love can do I'll be there for you Hey. These days I feel like I've got nothing to offer you. Feeling a little constipated and a little confused. BUT. The movie was awesome really. Even the

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"In my experience, for what it's worth, you don't meet someone, then be given a certain amount of evidence about them, and on the basis of that decide that you like them. Its the opposite: you like someone and then go looking for evidence to suppport that feeling. Oliver used to have a theory he called Love, etc: In other words, the world divides into people for whom love is everything and the

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You never change. It's the last time I'd remember it. Happy birthday. ** I was 14 when you told me you needed to die. I rushed over and pepped talk you to life. Now if you tell me again the thought of ending your life. I'd say go ahead. Tell me again what it's like. ** Sometimes u cant blame me for what i'm like.

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I've gone red.... Again. Nah. Its not quite splendid. I think even atrocious is an understatement. But hell. Its prolly the last time I'll be able to get away with it. Immediately after I got approached by some students for an interview, they were carrying cameras and mics and all that. We think your hair is i-forgot-what and we'd like to interview u for our school project. We're from nanyang JC.

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and leave them. Mind's so not at ease. I dunno how she found out but she knows. And she's not happy for me. "Ren jia Anqi du duo yi nian leh. Masters leh!" Fuck u mother. ** ** ** ** Did u know that the longest word that can be formed with the alphabets in ascending order is Almost?Almost. What a pissing word. My bro told me that. His fren told him that. He also told me somethings that are kinda

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I meant to make this real gloomy. You know, one of those things u're kinda used to reading. But yea. Hell I dun feel like it now. SO yeah Hi. First up. Just read your blog and I'm kinda touched that u bothered to msg me this morning when ur day sounded kinda exciting. Yea, thanks Bi. Coz I know how it is...pple only msg u when they're lonely and in need. You proved me wrong a little. Yea. A

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I know man. Jo passed this musical baton to me sometime ago and I havent yet disclose my musical preferences. But the thing is. I need 5 pple to pass the baton to...and I dun have no 5 pple. Like sheesh. Here goes nothing. Total volume of music files in my computer:1.43 GB, 70 songs (I just reformatted =( ) The last cd I bought:Nat King Cole at the Movies Song playing right now:Chantay Savage - I

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I'm running out of titles. But I just need to let u know that days have been good. Yea. Even working. It has. I know. On friday it was bad and then on sat it was ace. How come eh....How come. I made new friends. =) Suffice to say that the bottomline is still about human relations. Aint it. Its the same everywhere. Its probably the one big lesson u want us to learn. Relationships are a pain in the

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Sometimes. U're not as strong as u think u are. And yea. I know what u're thinking. U're not as u weak as u are either. You see. I beginning to think u really have a plan for all of us. Be it tragic or bittersweet. Be it wasted opportunities or blessed surprises. Just like how u planned for Robinsons to employ me after loads of people prolly rejected them. Just like how u plan for me to wear

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Halfway through Kingdom of Heaven I decided I haven't had enough of epic movies. No. Not the dirty disgusting unshaven faces, not the glossy black hair, not the stupid looking helmet or whatever u call it, not the blood stained swords, not the constant battling with life and death, not the galloping horses, not the fighting for what you believe in and dying for it willingly. No. Not even the most

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I know you don't mean to hurt me Just like how I don't mean to be so delicateAnd words are the only shield I own So I'll use it just in caseSometimes you can't see the rain untill you hold out your umbrella and hear the drip drops just above your head

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I'm feeling incredibly sucky tonight. yea. I know u probably got the facts right. No more exams. No more studying. No more sleeplessness. Yet. I'm feelin lousy most nights. He's crazy abt Jay Chou now. WTF. And the thing is.... we're different now. You're different now. Yea. So I guess when u said what u said u really meant it. Was just talking to bud about leaving pple behind, u know...

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Its been 7 days since I last let u read me. It feels kinda distant already. I dunno. U know what I mean? Like its weird to begin to share my life with u again. Its like I'm back to talking to myself, or rather attempting to connect with u and hope u get me. Nah, I'm scared to death that u'll get me. Anyways thanks for readin' me. I've said before that u know, individually our lives are

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I was reading an interview with Closer's writer...talking abt how the director wanted the movie to be like. Mike wanted the flim to be a bit theatrical. He wanted the flim to be like life, but like a dream at the same time. I think he acheived that - it doesn't feel like life as it absolutely is, with all its grunts, and umms and ahhs, in inarticulacy. The dialogue still feels theatrical, but

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I'm gonna rock my last paper. And thats the only way its gonna be. When all's said and done I'm gonna buy Coach Carter's soundtrack and practice my hip hop beat. Following which I shall have to make out with an African American right dere on some nude beach. ThenMy life shall be complete

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Chance spoke to meAsking me to take it and let it be Love lured me in Set me free and gave me wings Loss fell on me I din even catch it Buried me deep underneath It felt like eternity Till Faith found me It held my handSaid I'll be here as longas you want me to be It was you in my dreams**

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The fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the ocean,The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single,All things by a law divineIn one another's being mingle -Why not I with thine?See the mountains kiss high heaven,And the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it distain'd its brother;And the sunlight clasp the earth,And the

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Is just what I'm going throughYou know, I was reading my journal last night. Brought me back to 1998. It's like listening to the new backstreet boys song. Its embarasssing. I dunno. Somehow you can never re associate yourself with who you used to be. Just like how it's embarassing to admit now that I once loved the backstreet boys. Yet I'm still me. The me at 22, refusing to believe I was me at

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You cameYou went There's nothing left So I'll write you in a book It'd be in some section u'd never look I'll sing you in a song A classicThat's where you should belong I'll seal you in my kiss Then give it to someone else Make you regret all that you've missed You're still in my thoughts Tell me you haven't already forgot

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9.18 am *msg beeps*+6594379735 --- " Hey Zann! You're still alive?" me --- " Eh who's dis? Duh. Am alive."----------------------------------------------------And that was it. I know. Who could it be? Which evil person wants the sweetest thing alive, dead?Beats me. -----------------------------------------------------My day was swell. Seriously. Nothing can go wrong when the blue is just so blue

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I'll tell you what it's like to be meIt's when the sun rises right in front of you But you can't see It's like being on top of the mountain with an oxygen tank But can't breathe Like the curtains come down and the audiences leave But there's no clap**

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I FEEL IT IN MY FINGERS...I FEEL IT IN MY TOES....LOVE IS ALL AROUND ME.. AND SO THE FEELING GROWS..IT'S WRITTEN ON THE WIND, ITS EVERYWHERE I GO...OH YES IT IS!!!!! sO IF U REALLY LOVE ME, LOVE ME LOVE ME.. COME ON AND LET IT SHOW....OOOOOOOO BABY...OKIE. If u dunno the song u must be bored with this. Think love actually!~ Think the funny skinny singer!~ Heh heh I heard it on radio lar. And I am

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I dun wanna be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately. I'm tired. Yea. What else? I've been trying to run to make myself cite. I realized I really study better when I bring my notes to the loo as I shit. I think libraries are really kinda cold. I think my hair sucks and I'm prolly the only one who cares and I should just get a wig or sth. I wanna be the ice cream uncle with that

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I want to tell you that everything is okayEverything that has been bugging ur brainThey are really okayIt's okay that u're fat It's okay that you wanna kill ur mum and dadIt's okay that you're always scared It's okay that you're not that disciplined It's okay that you're too afraid to say what you feelIt's okay that you ask people to piss off so muchIt's okay that you're rude to your friends It's

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A few days ago I was gonna post this picture I took with Jon Jonsson up here. Yeah..I delayed telling u abt how exciting that was for me...coz I wanted to show u the pic so that u'd be convinced abt how hot he is. And maybe u'd be cite. Now. The hello thing sorta screwed up so it's like I dun care to show it. Then. May just called and left me disconcerted. So you don't agree with the choices ur

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We all need someone to look at us. WE can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of annoymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. Thats the case for the German singer, the American actress, and even the tall editor with the big chin. The second category is made up of people who

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I need to write. I shouldnt have started my morning with you. I forgot how u had the ability to make me feel the way u do. Choked. Thats how it is. I could never be good enuff. In all actuality you're never good enuff for me. You couldnt stop that ability. Its good though. I only miss you when u're right beside me. --------------I let the hair dresser chop of a good portion of my hair. It's in

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I'm hardly in good cheer so I wanna do this properly. Good Morrow!~!~!~ I'm cite. Just. Yesterday I watched In Good Company. I'm a fan of Topher Grace. I want to marry him. May doesnt move her fucking mouth when she speaks. She can go be a ventriloquist. Lemme ask u this: Who's the one person whom u enjoy talking to most in ur entire life? Who?The closest answer I can come up with is prolly my

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One. I did not rock my quiz. Yeah. After sloggin for 3 days thats almost embarrassing to declare. And two. I was gonna take a nap and recharge before meeting May but NO. They have to, absolutely have to, renovate their lovely house today, NOW. Drill drill drill. Three. This is long overdue but I have to tell u abt it. I was returning from tuition ard my house, hence wearing kuku big oversized 3

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I really should've been studying diligently. But instead I went to read THIS http://offence.diaryland.com/030808_32.html She rocks. And I wish she was cloned.

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Me: Being upset and down is as good as being dead. When u're depressed ur world is no longer how it really is. Its just urself. Zx: You learn from ur depression and sometimes u get stronger. So being sad is not exactly being dead. haha I was talking to Zhexuan last night on msn. I believe it was the first time she asked me how I am. She also enlightens me about the difference between Vancouver

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HeRe.I was just in the i-dun-wanna-do-work mood so I read one of the few blogs that intrigues me. And she does. I so feel like meeting her. I would so have felt that thing she felt for that boy on the court. The boy on the court...On that note.....I have begun. Or rather I have been doing some pretty dumb things to try to get in touch with someone again. I dunno why I even bother when I sent u

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You called yesterdayTo basically sayThat you care for me butThat you're just not in loveImmediately I pretended to be feeling similarlyAnd led you to believe I was OKTo just walk away from the one thingThat's unyielding and sacred to meWell I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about itAnd I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without youBut in reality I'm slowly losing my mindUnderneath the

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I'm a morning person. Nothing can make me skip my meals. Bread is my weakness. I don't eat seafood. I watch about 40 movies a year. I get motion sickness on bus and cab rides. I perspire like a cow. I can't wear heals. I like my fingers. I get petulant if I don't eat my greens and fruits. I have a big bum and look like a milkmaid if I wear long skirts. I wish I had smaller boobs. Nothing can come

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Adelene sends me a msg updating her state of affairs...And it hits me. Its simple, really. You come across that someone that can make you smile during the day for nothing. You're not gonna be stupid and say no or deprive yourself. You're just gonna wanna spent every single moment with him. And dere's really nothing right or wrong about it. You're just chasing after the state of being happy. Maybe

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Ho Ho. I was reluctant to try my fren's quiz...Lest I get everything wrong and she gets disappointed. Lets just say I passed. I did one myself!~ Any beautiful stranger can prolly guess the answers. =) Try it wuncha? Den do one urself and lemme do it!I made a Quiz for me! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!

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Is it just me or is it you? Zx told May that she's so happy in Canada she wanna extend her stay, it feels like Crescent time again. An e-mail. If I were to leave here and move to some place swelling....those people who means sth to me here....Will they mean sth much less? I dunno. I guess. It makes me think if it were mere circumstances that brought me to you. And when the circumstances no longer

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1. I have a dinner date with my chums tonight at Rice Table. Awesome shit. Am looking forward to a night of meaningless banter. 2. But, I also have a celebration tmr night at Secret Garden. (happens to look like a swelling place as well) This means I will be spending like 40 bucks on food within 2 #&^$*&% days! Thats like 6 movies I could have watched. Damn. 3. Nikko Smith is back on Idol. Man

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I just don't know what to do with myself. Oh dear. Its one of those days. Am PMS-ing. Am quite sure. During this disgusting period everything to you becomes crap. What you do is crap. You eat crap. Your family is crap. Your brother the scum of the earth. See u think crap. You look crap. You even write crap. "Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make's love

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May needs to get a job.Mich needs to reassemble her pieces.Adel needs to stop losing weight and stay healthy.Me. I need...Nothing. It surprises me that I've got all that I need. For now. Ah, wait. I want my nose to clear itself. Yoga sucks when I can't breathe. ---------------------------------------------I went for lit class yest morning."The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of

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Another summer dayIs come and gone awayIn Paris and RomeBut I wanna go homeMaybe surrounded byA million people IStill feel all aloneI just wanna go homeOh I miss you, you knowAnd I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to youEach one a line or two“I’m fine baby, how are you?”Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enoughMy words were cold and flatAnd you deserve more than

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Here is the money that I owe youSo you can pay the billsI will give you moreWhen I get paid againI hate those people who love to tell youMoney is the root of all that killsThey have never been poorThey have never had the joy of a welfare christmasI know we will never look backYou say you wake up cryingYes and you don’t know whyYou get up and you go lay downInside my baby’s roomI guess I’m doing

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Name: Shirley Lee Xieli Height: 165 cm Descriptions: dyke, broody, exudes hotness, looks malay, resembles a cuter version of Li nanxingAffliations: Crescent girls school, Lasalle Most likely to be seen with: Hockey stick? Last seen: Anchor point shopping centre 2003I'm quite sure this aint gonna bloody work. But I'm doing my best. May's truely madly deeply in love with this person. Been like 9

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I'm doing Yoga I'm stretching, breathing, stretching. I tell you I'm doing Yoga but my mind's not as one with my body. I'm saying I'm doing Yoga but I really feel like crying. Relax. Purify..purify..purify. Be conscious of your body resting on the mat. Let your shoulders go, let your shoulders go, let your shoulders.....----------------------------I wanna build a happy house You can come Just to

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I'm serving the sentenceFor the crime you so selfishly committedA serious lack of judgement When you came over to my table and made a plea for my number A foolish lack of control When you placed your hands over mine and shared with me the cold An obtuse mistake For that hug you gave that felt like you'd never let go Utterly ridiculous The way you stopped my moving earth As though I finally had

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It's so bad I couldn't sleep last night. I ended up singing songs of worship in my heart. Hoping the anxiety won't break me apart. Just when I thought I lost some consciousness the party down the park got started. They blew up a huge balloon house, house balloon, whatever u call it. And kids from all over came to jump on it. At fucking 8am. And there was the loud speaker that they so had to use.

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I've got flowersThey rest on red The red on my fingersFlowers on my fingers. I've got flowers on my fingers. =)My aunt who's single and 60 once rendered me ridiculous that I should refrain from painting my nails. I cannot live without painting my nails, she says. Since the age of 18 she has been faithfully painting her nails. I thought then we belong to a different breed of gurls. Ah...

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I feel like a piece of shit now. No, its not because its friday and I'm too tired to go out. No, not because even if we went to the beach it'd be raining. No....not because the break is coming and I gotta do projects. No, not because I have offended my brother once again while I was in the process of being me. No. I dunno what it is. Just. No, I'm not pms-ing either. Ah...could it be because I've

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This one's for you... If you're weary and sad, losing faith and bounded by your sight. ~wRiTe iT oN yOUr HeArT~...that everyday is the best day in the year.He is rich who owns the day andno one who owns the daywill allow it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.Finish every day and be done with it.You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in. Forget them as soon

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Some days it becomes clearer than ever I see now why you did what you did Justify what people thought as your stupidity I know you're rendering them insensitive Sometimes I seeThe chains of smoke you puffedChunks of food you stuffed In meThe drugThe bloodI'm sorry that you're angry They lost your fight Inner demons, they come out at night Some days the line gets increasingly thin So thin the

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Hey! What do u wanna hear first? The happy, or the misery? I don't think there's a distinction anymore though. Its exactly what it is - Happy misery. =)Ok. I have to tell u about my New Year eh? You'd be expecting that. So. Yeah. Suffice to say that sometimes I wish people ate their words instead of say them. Don't judge me. Its the way u'd get if the only thing ur cousin is ever interested in is

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1. 3/4 sleeved Dorothy Perkins Green top $23 2. Faded top shop jeans @ 40% discount $56 3. Off shoulder brown fake ripcurl top $14.90 4. Funky off white shorts $29 5. Green checkered PJ $16 Thats $138.90 for ya. Within 3 days. I actually did not need to engage in any mad rush to buy new year clothes. (unlike my bro) Simply coz I have been buying new clothes throughout the entire year! And

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The sky before us was a smear of crimson on the palest of pale blue and silvery green. I held my face up to the calm sea-light, entranced, expectant, grinning like a loon. I confess I was not entirely sober. It was not just the drink though, that was making me happy, but the tenderness of things, the simple goodness of the world. I have never really got used to being on this earth. Sometimes I

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4 fags. I wonder if I can sue her if I happen to get lung cancer from passive smoking. I can't tell u how my day went coz the-gurl-who-smoke-cigarettes-for-breakfast doesnt want me to. Heh. It's rude la. To write about ur friend like she's something for display...Or is it? I dunno. But I need to tell u this. We agreed that I shall have the right to read her journals before either one of us

ZaNnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09247715906475903947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346398.post-1107169332069864872005-01-31T18:36:00.000+08:002005-01-31T23:03:06.526+08:00

Forget 1. That you haven't brush my teeth since yest morning (forgot to bring brush to adel when stayed over). My gawd that is 31 hours. (!!!!!!) 2. That you're actually suppose to search SGX for some company who did reverse acquisition right now 3. That you have to present to this intimidating tutor on thursday who has magical powers to turn pple into stone Remember 1. That u have the best

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What are u made of? I say maybe Sugar and spice and everything nice No I've got marshmallows for brains and a heart full of lies I've got words stuck between my teeth and anger surging down my spine Too much air in my lungs and too much desire in my eyes I say maybe Maybe I really wanna be made of ice

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I dreamt of half filled swimming pools, with spiders dangling by it's circumference. I feel so small so incompetent so powerless so whatever, I wonder how is it that you've yet to let me disappear. I'm begging you to make me invisible. Maybe once per week. How abt that? I ask you first to stay with me only if ur day died in a mess. You know, blood spurting all over and stuff. I ask u further

ZaNnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09247715906475903947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346398.post-1106754001214733842005-01-26T23:38:00.000+08:002005-01-26T23:40:01.213+08:00

Love to faults is always blind, Always is to joy inclined, Lawless, winged, and unconfined, And breaks all chains from every mind. William Blake 1791

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He didn't love me, it was just an idea of himself he loved and he wanted someone to join him, anyone would do. I didn't matter so I didn't have to care. I woke up at 8.30 to watch 7th heaven this morning. Did u know what Aaron carter is in it? He's dating Ruthy. Its time I had a doze of that goodness. Its time I call my best friend. Its time I let her talk me to it. Being good. If someone

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You're 21 You gotta stop acting like u've got the entire world on your shoulders You gotta stop reaching in (there's really not much inside) And start reaching out You gotta dance like you don't care if they're watching You gotta nod your head to the drum beats like you dont mind if it falls and rolls over You gotta speak up and scream stop being like a wimp You gotta work that body like

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Pink ikea stool. Pink Piglet pen holder. Well, pink almost everything. A vase of dried flowers. 3 pairs of jeans hung behind the door. Lots of utensils. Weighing machine. Skipping rope. Toaster. Peanut butter. Nutella. Precious moments snowglobe. Small mickey mouse figurine. The incredibles pillow. Paperback novels. =P Everything is pretty, sweet and nice. Exactly like how a gurl's room should

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I've done this before And I know how it goes I'm suppose to be interested In everything about you I've been there before My ears I lend to you I'm suppose to be omniscient Yet you don't dare do my point of view Never said it before Coz if I did it'd break you That Tiny Whinny Little Pretty Angel in you Oh Hush .

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1. Duo Banana & Chocolate Flavoured Spread 2. Sunshine Garlic Wholemeal Bread 3. Lite 99% fat free mixed fruit yogurt 4. 5 green apples 5. Milk That I bought. The Aviator wins Gloden Globe for best motion pic and Leo won the best actor!~ This I watched!~ It was really kinda spontaneous. I was supposed to date the GurL-whO-smokeS-cigarettes-for-breakfast after sch tdy but she got puking

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I have been listening to them. And I reaslied u were the one who introduced me to them. And its funny now how I allowed myself to connect with a stranger. Now you don't even know it was me. Uhuh. Am never talking to strangers again. "She was exasperated when he keeps distubing her while she is sleeping." That was the sentence my tutee formed for me. Now that I typed it in here it doesnt look

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My tutor made me a Guest User for that module that I couldnt take. =) Happy. Am bloody privileged. I get to read it without having to do exams. I nearly skipped his lecture yesterday, abt this short story - some guy woke up and discovered that he had turned into a beetle. Yea. Beeee-turl. I did that story before in one of my GEs and the female tutor just didnt make me think the story made any

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Hey. Dun ask me why there's 2 entries a day I find myself suddenly having alot to say Oh you know what the sun came out today and I went out to play You know, before he even decides to take it away And I went to swim in the middle pool And then discovered that my swim suit is really kinda loose And then with goggles on my eyes I watch and learn, the clouds moving like they've got nothing on

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I am unduly anxious Went jogging knowing I'd be late for tuition Its only half an hour I msg her and she says Oh okie I feel myself eating faster I tell him and he thinks I'm ridiculous I am the teacher. I am perpetually petulant Malay neighbours engage in their ritualistic prayers You make me scream fuck you when you wet my slippers Its not as if I only had one slipper. I am unjustifiably

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My fellow tutorial mate tells me that in German, my name means TOOTH . I mean... how neat it that huh? =P Tooth I'm glad it doesn't mean ass or sth. Well maybe urs does. He also asked me how I got my name. Well, when I was in Primary six, my best group of friends wanted to come up with a christian name for me, and they added Zoe and Fann together and they got ZANN. Perfect. I'm listening to

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I dunno what it is and I dunno what it means I dunno how it feels and I dunno if its real I dunno if you care and I dun care if you dont But I think I love you And I was just wondering if you would like to love me too

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Dont let it get to ur head. I admit I write them all the time coz I'm intrigued by the intensity of it that one can feel sometimes. Yet most of my emotions are extrapolated from you. I recognize that it misleds. I recognize that its ephemeral. But I dun recognize when its real and when its not. Happy Little Things: 1. Having Sharon buy me two ear-rings to add to my collection. (yes, have

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Do u know that the likelihood of you suffering from mental illness is about three times as high if ur an artist? Poets, Writers, Painters, Architectures... You simply can't do a good job if u're not mad. I wish I'd stop trying to be mad. Madness: Insane, foolish, frenzied, infatuated. No kidding. The oxford dictionary defines madness as that. Go easy on the last one won't you. ------------

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Learn to take my time Believe in my ability to fix anything Stay busy. Don't hold my breathe for anybody or anything Stay over at Adel's somemore and piss her parents off Talk to my brother more See the world as the world and not just one person Watch more Jacky Wu variety shows and laugh at them (apparently after I typed this they decided not to bloody show it. Good job.) Read good books and

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That night on X mas May called. She felt like talking to me. Flattering, really. "I think you've become needy. You know, u're now number 3 on my Coolest friends list. You used to be on top of it. You need to do sth abt it." I guess you get needy when u grow older. You need some sort of emotional attachment to someone. Something. For whatever reason. The need to be desired, and the desire to

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Siht naht reittihs yna teg tonnac ti.

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She said, Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely. Bet you probably don't think nothing of me. She was right though. I cant lie. She's just one of those corners of my mind, and I'll just put her right back with the rest. Thats the way it goes, I guess. --------------------------------------------------------------------- This one's for you. Here's the thing. You know she isnt good for you.

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...half of the things I've blogged on this place isnt what u wanna read. I'm thinking...I'm not putting myself out there anymore. I'm keeping it in. You'd have to lure me out. I'm thinking...sometimes u live for someone else. You become stronger and you wipe away those tears u cried for someone because of another someone else. You get up and re-do the simple easy things you used to do, like

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No. of X mas cards receieved: 4 No. of X mas presents receieved: 5 No. of X mas presents given: 7 Amt of alcohol consumed: 0 No. of minutes felt X mas was crap: 0 ------------------------------------------------------------- Things to do to feel Christmas: 1. Buy some presents 2. Wrap them 3. Nod ur head and sing to some chirpy Christmas tunes 4. Write some heartfelt msg on cards 5. Give

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It's this blog's virgin Christmas Eve. It's my 21st. I woke up early without an agenda. Just that Mich wanted to pass me my present. So I had my breakfast with papers... Then I looked to the sky and it din look too bright for a swim... So I took out my Elmo carpet and treated it as my Yoga mat I started to repeat all the exercises I learnt on wednesdays And just as I was working out a sweat the

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I used to want to be A teacher A newscaster A radio DJ I am now gonna be An auditor I still wanna be A yogie A reader A jogger Definitely a fighter Maybe even... An exotic dancer Dreams aren't lost I wanna always be A believer ------------------------------------ The Days have been tiring. Not very good tired. Basically the night before yesterday's I was too tired I couldnt sleep the

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Hey hey hey I cannot, CANNOT begin to tell u how tired and fulfilled I am. Muah ha. Ok so I'm tired but I need to tell u abt my day, pronto. So it was the gruesome subject registration yea...and I got a 5 day week la. Not that I am complaining. Although could have gotten 4 days but longer days. So now I just have to get used to going to school just for like 2 hour per day la. Not complaining.

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My dad refuses to help my friend do her CPF survey. He claimes the questionaire is so long (4 pages) it'd take more time than completing his work. Yup. Thats the same Dad who refuses to wear shorts anywhere. The same Dad who refuses to exercise. The same Dad who refuses to hold on to a directory for fear of throwing face, even though he really doesnt know his way. The same Dad who refuses to let

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O O My shoes are too small.

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I remember vaguely that ard this time (end of the year) for the previous two years, I was in this state of stagancy and confusion...I couldnt use anything to mark my days of the year, as though the best and worst events that can happen and will ever happen to me have already occurred and nothing can ever make me feel again. Articulating it this way makes u think that I suck. I recognize it now...

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No. of X'mas parties invited to this yr: 2 No. of times ice cream went into mouth this week: 3 No. of friends who did love actually survey: 8 No. of days havent missed any particular burdy: I forgot. No. of glorious days in a row: 3 No. of cute boyfriends I chatted with: 1 YOU READY FOR A LONG ENTRY? =) I was feeling more than fine abt my day when my inner smile unconsciously turned to a

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Excellent Conversations on the Dinner Table: Bro: When do u think u're gonna die? Me: When it's time for me to die. Bro: And when is that? Me: Right after u die I guess. Bro: And when will I die? Me: Before I die I guess. Anyway, on a more serious note, I was at East Coast with Mich the entire day. =P She thought of the theory that the amount of happiness u feel is positively correlated

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Very good conversations Me: I got a B for my lit. How disgraceful is that? How am I gonna live with it? Bro: I got a D for my art. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Me: Will u go shut the windows? The rain is coming in. Bro: Nah....Just let them come. I wanna smell them. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Kira....

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You Are Avril Lavigne! A bit hardcore on the outside... But sweet and sensitive on the inside. "And I use my dress To wipe up my drink I care less and less What people think" Who's Your Inner Rock Chick? Jianwei, if u see this, DO NOT, puke.

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