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[Nov. 26th, 2009|01:47 am] |
I want Goyard Saint Louis GM so much that my stomach hurts.
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|01:02 am] |
Black clouds.
xx lusting over Christopher Kane for Topshop crocodile dress.
xx and shoes.
xx and 08 Fall Winter Prada Mordore Tote |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|01:31 am] |
I hate saturdays. All i usually do is to wake up extremely late, get through the day and pray for it to end as fast as possible. I can't begin to explain the reasons behind it for i don't know why but it probably has something to do with the sun and people. I feel empty on Saturdays.
and this is sad.
People would probably think im some deranged and disturbed sad kid just because i hate sunlight and Saturdays. Thats the problem really, they skim over the surface and judge without knowing why. Its simple, I hate sunlight because it hurts my eyes and I abhor Saturdays probably because its boring and its crowded everywhere.
there is always exceptions.
Today was a good day. Despite the ache from last night's debacle, I woke up early and cabbed to A's house. Lo and freaking behold, he cooked breakfast. Normally im not a breakfasty kinda person. My bedtime is usually 4am and i only have time to rush to school in the mornings and breakfast takes too much time that i don't have. All we did this morning was eating pancakes, downing strawberry tea like it was gods juice, sitting on his freaking awesome recliner and watch Travel & Living channel(I swear I could do nothing all day but watch Travel & Living while sipping on strawberry tea on the recliner). Then I fell asleep on said recliner. It was nice. I could see us doing the same thing in twenty years.
and then there was The Hurt Locker. 500 Days of Summer pales in comparison(I like Zooey Deschanel but the movie was just rubbish fluff)... 'nuff said. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2009|11:52 pm] |
Last friday when people were out for dates and crap what was I doing? Reading up on Hamlet.
This friday when people were out for dates and crap what was I doing? Reading up on Hamlet.
KILL ME PLEASE.
That said, I have three 3K word thesis to finish.
Like Meyy said, "Drinking will not kill you, FYP will."
All I want to eat this week is ceasar salad and ice tea. Promise. oh and spend more time with Aamir. (note to self)
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[Oct. 1st, 2009|12:06 am] |
me webcamming with sis's laptop sans make up, in dire need of coffee + a mental block that refuses to go away. ring up the school counsellor, i need help. hello, dark eye circles. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
This marks the starting of FYP hell.
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| AOH 09 |
[Sep. 8th, 2009|09:32 pm] |
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I think many people think im mad just because I have an unhealthy obsession with the Army. Sometimes I feel the need to have a shrink to tell me why, because I can't put the reason why im so obsessed, into words. The feeling of looking at men wearing uniform, men commanding over his platoon, men doing their jobs with upmost precision and discipline is indescribable and usually makes my legs feel like jelly. I like the way they talk with so much passion in their eyes, how they have this thing where they need to be punctual at all times or how everything has to be an absolute perfection.
The best ever memory I had of a man in uniform was when I was in a cab. He sat next to me, clad in his number 4s with his beret on his lap. I think it was a sunday, but what stood out most was the fact that it was very early in the morning and it was unusually cloudy. He had one hand on his lap and the other was interlaced with mine. He looked so determined and strong that I can't help but to feel safe. It was a quiet journey and it was at that moment when I fell in love with a man in uniform.
( Army Open House 2009 ) |
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[Aug. 1st, 2009|01:02 am] |
I want to command+Z the last 14 hours.
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|01:24 am] |
wait one more.
done. now im empty.
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|01:12 am] |
I haven't posted for ages.
Im excited = 9AUG.
and even more psyched about 14-16AUG staycation.
I conclude that I am going to start posting entries... twitter style.
Life is too short for long entries. |
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| In your gravity. |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|02:40 am] |
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| | I wish I'd never - Zee Avi | ] |
Yesterday I fell asleep with my playlist on. I took a bath at 2am yesterday with the incense burning and music turned on. As the water washed the soap away, I felt all the tension leaving me. It was the first time in a very long time that I felt so rested and at ease. I went back to my room and lighted some vanilla scented candles, played some music (Gravity by Sara Bareilles to be exact) in the background and laid down looking at the candle light flickering. By the time "You belong to me" by Jason Wade played, head heavy from the all the vanilla scent, I'd already fell asleep.
Ultimately, I ate chocolate cake before I slept. Bliss.
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|01:09 am] |
I don't want school to start.
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|02:56 am] |
I wanna try La Petite Cuisine at Bukit Timah.
Fat cat... Amel, wanna join me? since the last time you guys said you wanted to try Foie Gras.
SHALL WE?
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|03:23 am] |
Amir called me in a rush in the afternoon to tell me that he got promoted to 2nd sergeant.
So 2SG Amir, I am proud of you.
:D
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| Brad Delson |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|02:02 am] |
Best commencement speaker. EVER.
I love his pop culture references.
Witty and smart. He replaces Phoenix as my favourite band member.
Oh I wish I can have this kinda speaker at my graduation.
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:14 am] |
Tiffany&co finally.
Collecting it on the 19th.
Happy would be an understatement.
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[Jun. 5th, 2009|10:43 pm] |
love is a beautiful and tragic thing.
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| mama. |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|02:19 am] |
I wish I was somewhere else. I feel oddly hollow now even though I spent my day doing something lighthearted. I felt as if something was pulling me down but I can't for the life of me, figure how to undo it. I felt as like I was stuck in a rut for days, in a dingy dark room with only water and pitiable words caressing my body that left marks of unadulterated pain and emptiness. I saw her taking words from my mouth, quite literally, leaving my arms flaccidly by my sides that rendered me helpless. I could not explain myself. The words were cut off from me. In my defense, I was bound by the pride you have surrounded yourself with. I always asks, "Why can't you ask me for help?" I felt useless, left out even. I stood by the window, pouring my heart out to a person who was a perfect stranger to you. For every tear you have never seen me shed, its for your pride and my respect to you. For the first time in years, I felt as though I have grown and slowly parting away from my teenage naivete.
I love you, ma.
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