drive away

school was fun, with much ogling. hahah : )

so what explains this all new low?

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edit, 1400 hours

is this irony or is this irony

why do i feel like i'm being messed with

fuck =.=

you said you'd understand

hello!

school's been nuts, with 2X days to promos. screw?

will be back soon with more photos of my fun friends from the fun school. hahaha who am i kidding, but the former is true!
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the throbbing head made writing even more ardous, but with the pen poised over the card, the realisation that i have nothing substantial left to say struck. and that's when i realise, i'm over you now

i come down, yeah
but i might never land

say a prayer

i'm probably neither the first, nor the last person to say this- but relationships has got to be the thing that leave you the most shagged after a long day. and no, don't think along skewed lines. think platonic, think friends. think trouble, think tiring, think disappointment.. think.

think one way messages, think walled communication.

i think when something falls apart, the onus cannot fall on one person solely. as it goes, it takes two hands to clap. maintaining relationships just becomes a chore sometimes, when the other party isn't responsive and so on. tiring business, this is.

as you age, i think social circles shrink. you know which friends you can count on, and so why do you need so many more? more friends= more trouble. or maybe it should be more acquaintances= more trouble. i hate making small talk. i realise i hate being around people i'm not familiar with, i recognise how averse to change i've become.

and as you read this, don't think of my words as pointed because no, there are no hidden barbs. just another tuesday night's musing for you. and if you're a friend, then hey, i miss you and i wish you weren't so busy- but then again, we all are, huh

:)

this morning i was greeted with a surprise. and i was even more surprised by the (coincidence?) of the time

i always catch the clock, it's 11:11

happy belated

fall

i've been really cranky of late, and i don't really know where this irritation stems from. i know it's been hard being around me but thanks for putting up with all the @()%*@O$.

all i know is that i'm hard pressed for time, and i haven't been this worked up over work since last year. and the only thing keeping me going is the fear of retaining (and these fears aren't unfounded). please, push me Push Me. i need parrot.

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i know you're busy but, no more barney.

i don't really know anymore. i want to and i try, but do you? why do you hurt, hurt yoursel.. and me too

p.s. i'm sorry den. <3 you

brand new

met egg today and it was relieving, to say the least. i was so tired, and still am. fuck eom

**angst ahead**

sometimes school can be so emotionally stifling, with everyone being so competitive. i mean, not just academically but come on, in all other fields too else too. even PE, damn it. these people need a serious chill pill. and like fuck, everyone is smart and so stop fucking comparing because it just Pisses Me Off. so what if you're better than tom, or dick? some other bugger out there is still better than you, and so on and so forth. the people who do well and keep quiet are the ones i truly admire, not some half-past six fuck whose ego is so damn big. i hate it when people get bigheaded and act like dicks. and at times i wonder if i really made the right choice- which of course, is refuted immediately by this other voice in my head. yes i am happy, in case you're wondering (those far-flung friends of mine a.k.a dee).. but i guess we all have these Moments of Frustration.

i'm so scared, what if i don't have enough time. this time the fear is real, more so than the fear in the 4 months it took to wake me up to study for prelims last year. i have what, 5 weeks? oh @#$%^&*()(*&^%$

sometimes i really Hate School. this is one of those times

sunday morning

i wish you'd stop making excuses for yourself.. and for us. we're all busy and we're all up to our necks in work; i know. but still, it'd be nice if you actually bothered, if you actually try. i'm averse to striking up conversations that stagnate and go nowhere, i'm tired of meeting silence again and again. so now you wonder why we don't talk, because i don't and because you don't.

i'm so tired of being second best, of playing second fiddle. if you're sure this is what you want, then okay.

this is quick but not quite painless

eu ah lianzxzx

convo with daphne

will you love me in the morning says: (5:32:56 PM)
anyway im waiting for you to cook for me.

will you love me in the morning says: (5:32:57 PM)
hoho

sexxy back (: says: (5:33:01 PM)
haah :)

sexxy back (: says: (5:33:04 PM)
i have a beng and jerrys cookbook

ice-cream with a Singaporean flair?

happy national day all, especially to miss ulu lee in melbourne who's decked in red and white :)

you know i'm such a

fool for you

linger

celebrations in school today were a drag, sadly. but great company to the movies after that redeemed the day, so :)

caught click with a few friends. it was really good; different from the normal sandler movie you'd expect to see. this one had more heart in it i guess. tear-inducing (or flowing, in some people's case *ahem sherman*). i thought it very relevant to life now- to us, because we're all so busy days, weeks and months just fly past us. is there really a lack of time? or is it just another excuse we make, some flippant remark in which we seek refuge? how many of us live with regrets and ultimately live to regret the whole mess we've created?

will you still love me in the morning?

watch the sky

saturdays are best spent with family. dinner tonight was at tower club somewhere in shenton way, up on the 62nd floor. the height made me weak kneed, and it didn't help that i was sitting next to the window. was having the irrational thought of the room tipping over and tipping me out and over the ledge down 62 floors.. cue wobbly legs again.

food was so-so, but the view.. priceless. the evening sky was set ablaze, in full multi-colour glory when the clock struck nine
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like my first time, when i caught fire

we'll be o.k.

i'm falling into
memories of you and the things we used to do

oh no, were we really this fugly?

i miss you, party hats, pink umbrellas and the lot. outing, sans boyfriends, soon please <3