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This is where you can read my mind and my heart.
Your heart is an empty room
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue
Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago
And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home out on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone
The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
But you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
Cause you knew you were finally free
Cause all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home out on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone
And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home there on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Title: Sweet Apple.
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Work was fine.
Surprise Surprise.
Super duperr slackness galore.
Angel is indeed an angel.
We closed the shop at 9.20pm and went back home at 10.20pm.
That has gone into the book of MANGO records.
"The earliest time to get out of MNG".
Ahh.
Not a single hothardheat enter the shop today.
Superr borring.
But thank god Dills was there to absorb my stupidness and reflect my dumb remarks.
Shes one great horny bitch. ILHER! (:
Gym tomorrow morning.
Cardio. 45 mins. Have to.
I just ate one plate of rice with squids.
Is that sinful or what.
Fuck.
Nicole Richie seems like Jupiter to me.
Am talking to Joel Lee right now.
Boy oh boy do i miss him. (:
Oh yah oh yah! I bumped into SeeHui just now!
Still looking fab gurl! I miss youu.
I cant sleep.
Im gonna wait for CSI.
If im lucky enough, ill catch it.
If not, fuckkit. Sleep my fats off.
"Just what the fuck did i put myself through? I met you and you made me feel like the luckiest girl alive. Then you left me in the dark with no warning signs and carved out my heart and placed in the desert for the vultures to savour."
Fuck you lah nabey.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Title: Oh boy oh boy.
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Hello hello.
My 4 day break from hell is coming to a standing ovation end.
Fuck. Screw work. Screw you assfucking assholes who exist to make my life miserable.
Im just so sick of being fake. Ive been longing to be myself infront of people regardless whether i just met or whatever.
Ahh shut up.
On a lighter note, I had a 4e9 class reunion yesterday at Pizza Hut in Suntec City.
It was alright. Had a big bag load of fun.
It might sound tacky, but seriously i miss them. Alot.
I miss those preturbed days, bullying teachers who has hair issues and attitude problems.
Together, we recalled those silly moments, the class nerd "BENG" (wonder whatthefuykhappendtoher) and laughed, eyes making contact and then even laughed harder.
Lol. Time does fly amazingly fast. Its been 2 years since we parted and embarked on individual jouneys towards set goals. Some has graced through most education obstacles but some has yet to. (like me). Haha.
Went to gym this morning. Nicole Richie aye Afa (: LOL.
Afa made this insanely delicious macaroni soup for me! It was super. I swear. Cook more for me ah afa. Erm ok. Ignore that.
Didnt work out as hard as i intended to. Believe it or not, i was near to dozing off while cycling. LOL. I was very sleepy. All i need right now is a 12 hour sleep.
We plan to go gym again tmr morning, but somehow i have a feeling its going into smoke. Naah.
I love sappy old love songs. It makes me wanna stare blankly and cry. God, make me thin.
FAST. Friday, February 23, 2007
Title: Screw you.
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Well.
It has ended. Just like that.
It was a silent killer.
It has came to a point that i loved him. Cared very much for him.
Since it was what he wanted, then he owned it.
Seriously, i cant be bothered very much either.
I dont wanna be some bonafide bitch and cry.
Its no big deal.
No big deal.
Ive a got a life to lead and other bigger problems to tend to.
Im not gonna make this incident pull me down and crash my self-confidence.
I swear it did make me realise that if i was not good enough for him, I'd never be good enough for anyone else.
But hey, not all guys are assholes. Right? Lol.
He was perfect. He cracked the best jokes, giggled at my sillyness, bought me lunch on days im fucking broke, uttered the sweetest words while im half-asleep.
Teasing was our epitome.
Id like to wish him the best for his future endeavours and that he'd always make up a piece of puzzle in me.
& like yeah i watched Sepet. Fuckkit.
I fell in love with the story line and the characters.
I reflected alot upon it and I actually cried when Orked read Jason's letter in the car otw to the airport with her mom. That part was "WOW."
It really punched me in my stomach and my tear gland was ripped apart.
Love is never easy. There are times when you'll say "Fuck love. I can survive on my own. I dont need a blady pig (guy) to be with me." But then again, that remark is superficial.
You'd always wish Mr Right will come, sweep you off your feet and fall in love with you. In my case i wanna my Mr Right to be cheena can ? (:
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Title: Stupid fucking dumbshit.
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OMG.
ive never felt more stupid in my life.
I feel like a fucking liar.
Im so sorry cheenaboy.
I know its your birthday and everything...but there are some reasons why i did this.
I think you deserve someone muchh muchh better than me in terms of everything.
And that call was so stupid.
I swear.
And im so sorry.
I think it'll be the end of everything.
I understand.
It's my fault and yeah.
Thanks for love and care you've showered me.
omg. i need my ciggs.
i feel shit.
why uh. right.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Title: My new-found love.
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Im scared.
I wish this is a fairytale that could end up in happy ending and lasts forever.
As far as i am sane about everything, i think i like him.
I wont be so childish and say love cos i know its not.
We barely knew each other and we still have a long way to go.
Talking to him at night makes my heart beat profusely.
His presence in my mind makes me smile in my sleep.
I stumbled upon his ex's blog and oh boy oh boy.
It was pretty obvious she was deeply in love with him.
She was dedicated to him and so-called fell head over heels for him.
She called him her 'beautiful' and even made remarks on how perfect he is.
But the romance didnt last long due to some complications.
HE BROKE UP WITH HER.
Hah.
After reading her posts about the 'relationship', i felt uncomfortable.
Maybe it was better off not knowing about his past romances.
But i couldnt help it.
Well, i could understand why she loved him so.
Hes cute. Hes chinese. Hes cool. Hes simply, adorable. (:
Ergh.
Its like you cant get enough of him.
An sms from him makes me jump.
A call from him leaves me breathless for a coupla seconds.
Hes like a wish come true.
I swear.
Its the little things that makes me smile.
TAU TAKPER. ahh. (:
Monday, January 29, 2007
Title: Hello cheena boy.
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Yay.
HAHA.
O boy o boy.
Im excited.
Im in love.
I think.
He's everything i wanna.
From being cheena to the sillyness of his jokes.
Fuckkit hes 1 yr younger than me.
Its hot. LOL.
Its extremely funny when he tries to talk like a malay mudd.
HAHAHA.
Hes cute lah (:
I wanna. I wanna.
Help.
Hes having his bdae bash at Zouk.
And woot2 im invited babey. (:
Friday, January 26, 2007
Title: Topman Day.
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Took MC today.Im officially sick of work.Of my job.Of my life cycle.I need a fucking boost.A 32429 days holiday away from Singapore.I dont give a shit even if its gonnabe Sri Lanka.Fuck.I need to make new friends.New opinions. New thoughts.Someone who can make me think and awed.Someone who would make me laugh at his/her sillyness or retardation.Someone who would listen to me whine and tell me its okay, and that things will get better.Someone who would encourage me to be a more wholesome person and show me ways to appreciate things better.I love my mom. And my dad.But sometimes they can get under your skin.Sometimes, you wish they would just leave you alone, let you wander around independantly.
I need inspiration. Myspace.com bores me.I simply cant wait for school.Back to the norm.Back to what i should be doing.Not fucking work my ass off.Back to watching people, how they dress, how they laugh, how they eat and how books smell like.I miss making notes, i miss staying up late doin last min revison with Joel online.Boy, was that fun. (:
Im desperate to go back to poly.But to a course of my choice.Theres no more room for last min backing out.Fugg that'll cost me and plus my time will be freaking wasted.Im 19 this yr for gods sake.
Went shopping with Fareed just now.Zoom-ed to Beach Rd, then to Bugis.Ahhh.He bought shirts, jeans and a bag from Topman which cost him like 170 bucks. LOL.But hey, it was worth it ok. Freaking nice.
AHHHHHHHH. LEE KEN IS KILLING MY MIND.