Monday, February 28, 2005
- 2 medium mos milk teas
- one mos green salad
- a pack of mos fries
- one mos strawberry
- one cuppa mos minestrone
- one mos yakiniku rice burger
- a slice of watermelon
- a slice of rock melon
- 10 sips of mos corn goo
- a bite o mos unagi rice burger
- 7 blueberry cheese muffins
- quarter bowl of tomyam instant noodles
- 2 huge mouths of char siew noodles
- 5 brie cheese cubes
- half of a grease-french-luncheon-meat sandwich
- one ferrero rocher
- several tictacs
- one grape yakult
- one plain yakult
- one cuppa grapefruit juice
eat eat eat.
bloody flucking shit.
youll never make it.
so stop that greedy habit.
C at 12:32 AM
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Monday, February 21, 2005
when i called you that sunday, i seriously wanted you to help me select something. i really wanted and needed an extra opinion, and seriously, ive always sought yours. so i called yr cell and requested that you met me for a while.
for a mere fifteen mins.i honestly never expected that bloody snotty comeack that you had. all i asked from you was a mere fifteen mins yet you could not spare it, and you even answered in a tone where
a slap was the customory reply. i didnt force you. i repeatedly asked nicely if you would come down, but all you could do was to say ''HUH. for what' and when you finally GRACIOUSLY decided to meet me, you sounded as if i owed you a MAJOR one and that it was an enormous hassle for you to do so. sorry no thank you.
i dont understand how yr bloody mind works. since you entered secondary school and you and yr stupid scandals emerged like bees from a hive, ive kept my mouth shut. zipped shut. everyone on earth knows my mouth cant really stop still at all with all i can say, yet i shut my mouth and never revealed, nor EXPOSED you to the parents. i can swear on my life, i have never. you know it jolly well.
so with one new guy on the scene and yr friends who endlessly make you adapt to their slutty dressing ways, you have pushed me away. for they are the cools ones now eh. you can NOT say that i am the one who has been aloof, cold and all. cause you know you are the one who is withdrawing and going to
those friends. for what? oh yes i know. dirty talk and slut wear. i can tell. i can see.
i thought we had became more than strangers. i stepped forward, in many brave attempts to close the gap. yet with every new step you took off in suposedly new and fun directions, it left the gap
exactly the same. can you say you've tried? can you say you have tried stepping towards my direction?
cause everytime i give you something you treated me like santarina. everytime i tell you something you treat me like a statue. and everytime i try to talk, you treat me like im invisible.
so the question is, what am i really to you.
C at 1:22 AM
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Sunday, February 20, 2005
stolen innocence. and my heart weeps.
C at 2:19 AM
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everytime i access style.com and vogue.co.uk and check the ingenious creations of various designers, i get the urge to want to create beautiful clothes too.
for me, for everyone to apreciate the aesthetics of clothing.
but then the urge gets replaced by a dull sense of uselessness. the fact that i am unable to transfer my imaginations onto cloth and fashion them straight from my mind nips, BITES and MOCKS at me.
fuck shit. stop screwing with me.
C at 1:34 AM
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Friday, February 18, 2005
after reading my blog very recently, clarence commented that i
'should get more friends'. despite usually refuting most stuff he says during cg, this time, i conceded and agreed too.
so im thinking of heading down to Cold Storage (not ntuc - so bourgeois) tomorrow and shopping for more friends. prolly thinking of getting 'The Party-girl', 'The Bookworm', 'The Bohemian Chick' and most definitely, 'The Perfect Best Friend'. its quite easy eh, getting more friends?
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old album.
picture updates.
NEW albums.
C at 12:37 AM
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Tuesday, February 15, 2005
i sat at the foot of the metal banister, my eyes not leaving the plane that had its tail painted a kangaroo.
my heart lurched when it slowly inched out of its lot, and a low ''NOoo'' unknowingly came out of my mouth; my voice was cracked.
beside me a young mother called out to her little son to watch the plane. 'look boy, aeroplane's flying off. look!' the toddler gurgled and grinned, his stubby finger tracing the route of the plane on the glass. i sat motionless and wondered how on earth could they find pleasure at watching that very plane go?
and as the plane accelerated down the runway, fresh hot tears started to roll down and off my cheeks and i silently begged that somehow, the plane would stall and sarahs had to return. no such mean luck. these two friends made certain disgustingly repulsive parts of life very much bearable for me. and they were leaving
together, both at the same time.
cruel shit. my tears dried as i slowly watched the plane lift into the velvet sky.
somehow it turned out that i was crying over the wrong plane. the ultimate anticlimax, ill tell you.
C at 12:14 AM
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Saturday, February 12, 2005
superficiality.
memories flee.
fleeting flashes
and ironies.
thailand. with my rose-tinted shades.
C at 12:40 PM
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Monday, February 07, 2005
does anyone know what a
choked cow sounds like?
i do i do.
call me and you'll find out
when you hear my bloody voice and countless coughhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssssss
C at 1:54 AM
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Sunday, February 06, 2005
john galliano is just about one of the greatest geniuses ever and i suppose i am
MORE THAN WILLING to marry him.
his black ensembles and the gorgeous makeup for Christian Dior spring/summer 2005 couture are to die for.
or rather, to marry for.
check them out. :D
C at 1:55 AM
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Thursday, February 03, 2005
my defination of a good day:
camera flashes and loud giggles.
grapefruit juice and sneaky investigation.
white vintage shades and song chords.
triangle guitar pick and
orange nemo pouch.
wailing voices and
hysterics.
hilarious alarms and wads of tissue.
video cameras and pseudo
strawberry preserves.
watermelon juices and
queqecutting
tang yuan and collection cards
porksausages and lomography wonders
brown lumps and gula melaka.
coconuts and crazy vendors.
subway workers and dirty feet.
crispy chicken and green tea.
droopy eyelids but
happy little twins.
the walkmen - little house of savages
C at 12:40 AM
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