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Sunday, September 28, 2008

poker face. i don't need a picture, i don't need a line. (or maybe i do).
i've captured that visual piece in my head.
imprinted clearly.
very spot.
very line.
in my mind.

oh dear oh dear. my hair shivelled and unkempt. sitting on the bed.
oh dear oh dear, look at my white washed ceiling.
because reality is around.
around the bend, i'm so scared to peek.
but i walked around the bend, in the end.

what is fact. what is black what is blue.
Friday, September 26, 2008

it got stuck at 211. and it'l just probably stop at that number.
"what i gotta do to...."

do, do, do, what you're trying to do...

o.m.g i miss you, you and you like shit. my ten fingers are not enough.
HELLO I MISS YOU ALL!!
time is so not on my side.
so gimme gimme more, gimme more.

come feb, yj and yw are going away ): that's the ultimate.
if i had left, everything would be different.
you wouldnt know me, and i wouldnt know you.
AND
the point of missing will be even greater. but i guess it'l be totally different. because i would be the one leaving.

IF. now i really feel like going. o.m.g la. so dumb please. if i had the chance, i mean, i HAD the chance.

honestly, i'm going MAINSTREAM but slim line. donkey arse, i don't wanna smell faeces. and i'm not talking about you. arginine man.

i love biochemistry. and i love sg, NOT. arginine again.

smile, heath ledger ):
Wednesday, September 17, 2008

mug man.
britney spears is the bomb.
the bomb.
she wakes me up, really.
she's the bomb.

time to mug, catch up.
do something.
"something".
break this habit, break the ice.
baby, break the ice.

cause something just doesn't feel right.
don't want people to feel tense, to feel horrible inside.
to feel "argh".

let's just turn down the lights and hear our voices.
let's not pay attention to their faces.
because friend's are more than just that face, just that smile.

i wonder why the elders seem more relax, despite the workload. carefree.
more politcal correct? more open-minded? more at ease?

i'm not angry. i'm not pissed. i'm not anal. i'm not sian. i'm not sad. i'm just neutral. i'm opinionated, i think?
Tuesday, September 02, 2008

i don't know why but maybe it's pms.
but it's dissing me off.
now, now. is every step we take scrutinised by you?!