tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60590352011-04-22T12:18:31.296+08:00All the world's a stage, And all the men and women are merely players.Liahnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059035.post-1126176546484999372005-09-08T18:11:00.000+08:002005-09-08T18:49:06.490+08:00

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You know, I cannot wait for school to end, seriously. Freedom awaits me.

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Yes, I cannot wait to dance and perform again. And yes, THE DA VINCI CODE MOVIE TEASER TRAILER IS OUT! Although that's a little to early for a movie thats gonna come next year, but I'm so excited and delirious! Yes I agree our sordid humdrum lives revolve around the big screen movies and western blahblahs. :]Check this out : www.bburnouts.tk - ;o

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I love CSI! Including Grissom and Greg Sanders even though he is a chemist.

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Each morning is a new day -- a fresh start. This is the attitude to have. But, we know everybody doesn't have the time to actually carry out that sort of attitude. Oh well.Yeehoo.

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Watched the interpreter yesterday. Not much to say. I'll post later.

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You know, I never thought this day would come, but it did! Yeeeehaaaaw. I can taste that fresh air again. Going to the "Ten Tenors" concert today. Got an interesting surprise when I got home, but shan't post about it anyway. Tomorrow is supposed to be a jolly o'holiday for me, but lovely Song Foo decided to hold physics lessons!It's a cruel world. Ain't it great? ;D

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I'm making more enemies by the day, and its really pissing ME off. :) Exams are coming and I am in no better moood. :D

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Well, maybe accepting a mistake could be hard, or maybe I could just retort by staying silent and taking it out on others. I know this is wrong, but I refuse to be repentant. Or maybe its the thing where we just have to grow up and learn how to cope with life to help ourselves I guess. Because thats how we all do it and how we all grow.The status pool, is where I drown.

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It seems so useless to post things, especially when people think you stopped. I mean that's the point of the blog isn't it? Maybe not. Ok, enough ramblings.Enjoy life! ^_^

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I must say, staying up late for Twilight Zone is really worth it. It's like drifting into another world full of bizarre and strange stories. I recommend watching it, it's very good. :) Oh well, tomorrow's another day of school. What else is new? P.S - Wow, 3 posts in one week, that's a first.

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Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art. - Charlie Parker

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I think the saying "ignorance is bliss" rings more truth than I have ever realized. Would I rather be ingorant? My answer has always been to work through the truth, but sometimes the truth is too hard to swallow. I'm really drained, and its been barely four weeks into the next term. Exhausted after school, too lethargic to pick up a pen. I haven't felt this drained for a long time. This is crazy.

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Well I'm back from camp and I really miss the Ramly burgers over there. Well over to the positive side, I made alotta new friends, and tried new challenges that I had never took on in my whole entire humdrum life. Its back to humdrum school again with intensive Malay Dance.. boring lessons that make you drool, whoopee. It's a new phase, but its just like another day, they say. Like the Paul

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The year is coming to an end and school is nearing. Perfect.

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Hey I'm friggin freezin in NZ, but I'll be back on Monday. Its Christmas today and all shops are closed.. Now I think getting a new principal for school, could mean new rules are enforced. But maybe it'll be the other way around, I must see what will happen. Merry Christmas, and a hell of a new year to you all. Resolutions : When I'm in the mood. Maybe the next post, erh?

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Yep, tomorrow morning I'll be off to bee-yoo-ti-ful australia and new zealand! Oh, this is such a perfect time to enjoy my life before I see weasels in school again, celebrate Christmas with sheep.. wonderful. Reminds me, I have not done a single bit of school homework. Teachers can fry me later, I guess. Hey, but I'm going outta this stupid island called Singapore while you losers are stuck back

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Soon in a week, I'll be off to Sydney to attend my beloved sister's convo! Oh how exciting, finally a chance to get out of this sunny island that I hate. Anyhoo, Habbo Singapore is opening tomorrow and I so excited! Woohoo! I'll be celebrating Christmas in NZ, and every year I never fail to keep a candycane to myself and chomp it up on Christmas Eve. :) I have another favourite jazz singer, Renee

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It's been hectic dese few days, digtin' all mah' errands done. But, at last ah' have mah' holiday t'look fo'ward to! Right on! ah' have been screamed and nagged fo' some variety uh reasons, finally managed t'clean down mah' room, and gots'ta o'ganize mah' CDs. Went out wid Poon, Siti, and Atty t'PS and had some hell uh a time upside dere. ah' bet ya' gots'ta be blur while eyeballin' dis post. Man

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The excitement in the end-year holiday season in the air and where am I? Alone. I've been put into solitary confinement, Shamu locked me up and swallowed the damn key. I go school almost everyday (not counting weekends) and there is a serious food shortage going on in my household! I cannot wait to get out of Singapore, seriously. This is literally killing me! Here's to anti-gravity! *clinks

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HEY YOU FAT COWS! Have a nice FEAST? HAHAHAHAH! ... I kill me.

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Oh, by now my negelected blog currently hates me to the core because of rejection and ungiven love! Oh the pity of it all! Why is life so sad? WHY? HAHAHAHAHA! I'm nuts.

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Today was the funfair and I got bored after a mere half hour after arrival, staring into space, waiting for basically no one to register into the booth. And that was my funfair. Ah, the end of October and November is just over the horizon. Thats right, in a couple of weeks I'll be fourteen years old. I don't really feel older nor any real significance in my birthday. Well, here I am, waiting

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Very much so I have been neglecting my blog, I see. Anyway, today was the final and last day of school (thank god) and silently I bade goodbye to the weasels in school with a smirk. Things I learned from school: I am not a bad person.I shall not practise self-mutilation.Neither shall I swoon over Slyvester.Have any badges with messages on my bags. Bitches will burn in hell.Maybe someday I'll

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Woah! So school's soon going to end, and I shall start my new phase of rotting at home. So far this week has been a week of extreme hunger, contemplation and movie marathons. My sister is coming back from Sydney soon ^_^ and hope I get Max Brenner's sonn, yah? Hurhur. Anyway, I am rejecting my beloved blog and have no sense of guilt nor regret. Merry Christmas! ^_^

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Okay, today was the most tiring day of the fasting month. First, having o face all the results and then having to sing high notes for that bloody aural test. Whoo. Was shocked at my lit results, quite satisfying ^_^ But of course, I rather not exhibit my results to you weasels. :) *scream* Tomorrow is craftwork. Ah, art. Thank god for that. :B

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My titles don't relate to my contents, at all. Anyway. Exams are gone, and I still feel as muram as ever. But let's not talk bout exams, eh? Joy is here! (: Surgery. After watching things like Nip/Tuck, Extreme Makeover, The Swan and , I expected sharp, glistening stainless steel blades lying around, blood-splattered walls and floors, fat-sucking vacuums and tiny whirring saws being

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So the first exam passes me like a large rhinoceros. One down, millions to go. I'm finally able to write a substantial entry. But rather on this long span of time, I had come to realisation that Robbie Williams is just a fantastic jazz singer, other than the god, buble. So yesterday was music. If classical music ever got me to play the piano, boy would I be hopping mad. And then the old lady

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It's hard to care about school nowadays. That's not good. I think I need something inspiring. Okay I'll go fishing.

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Clues for the clueless. Professional wrestling is faked. Nobody ever lsot weight on a home-excercise device.Looks are more important to happiness than brains.If people don't comment on your new hairdo, they hate it.Its not healthy to read them all at once.

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Moby Dick! Could we all just agree that babies are ugly and leave it at that?

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Life is funny. Just when you think you got it figured out, it goes and throws a curve ball at you. But I can't say that it's all bad, eh? Maybe this time I'll be lucky. I'm gonna wash that boy right outta my hair I'm gonna wave that boy right outta my arms And send him on his way! (:

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Ever since i got hooked on Memoirs of a Bookbat, I started reading it right after school, and then straight to my bed without even eating lunch. After 2 hours of reading, i got up and walked to the bathroom. Suddenly, my eyesight was fading and i leaned against the wall. Everything was pitch black and I couldn't see at all. Then i heard my maid's voice and everything popped back up again. Strange

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Don't tell me not to live, Just sit and putter, Life's candy and the sun's A ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud To rain on my parade. Don't tell me not to fly--I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill, It's me and not you. Who told you you're allowed To rain on my parade!

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this is so sad. i took a personality test and i got a zero.

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ladies and gentlemen , i conclude life is pleasant, death is peaceful. its the transition that makes it troublesome. a little more moderation would be good. of course, my life hasn't exactly been one of moderation. scoff. tommorows gonna be a better day. oh no wait, theres science test, and presentation. how fun.

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so far my week is bombarded with tests, and life has never been so tiring before. but alls well and better since a little stress's been lifted off my shoulders and perhaps i should live life the way it should be. optimism, comrade.

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my old-time favourite poem, it caught my eye in alyssa brughman's book, Walking Naked. I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it For there's more enterprise In walking naked. -W.B Yeats

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dried fish fillet is the best thing ive ever tasted. really, i could just grab a pack and savour it while i watch my good ol' movies. it may seem totally gross, but i gurantee you'll love it. oh, it gives you bad breath, and happens to increase your body fat. fascinating, eh?

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best line so far this week is by J'Do, "i'm not racist... i own a color T.V."

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a married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady forty miles per hour. The wife is driving the car. Her husband suddenly looks across at her and speaks in a clear voice. -"Darling," he says. "I know we've been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce." -The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph. -the husband speaks again. "I

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its been two years since ive had tuition, and today was sure stupid. first lesson, i stepped into the house and knew straight away the habitants were a young couple, and the guy was teaching just to pay off some bills. hah. so the lesson went on with boring equations and mind-boggling graphs, with him wearing his 'no cap, no sweat' t-shirt. go figure. then came the monstrous little tyke, who

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after a much droning and boring session of sing-a-longs, the dynamic duo finally managed to catch a bus to ol' westmall, and suddenly a streak of fear crossed my face, remembering that someone was stabbed there and i became fully consciously aware of my surroundings, even jumping at the slightest thing - a lift button. but! watching the village was extremely amazing, admiring joaquin phoenix and

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why the hell do the swiss have an army?

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"You represent... apathy. You don't really show any emotion. You can be considered cruel and cold, but you just don't really care about anything. This is just the way you are... you're quite a challenge to get close to, and others may perceive you as boring. " hahahahha...can anything be more WRONG????

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this song describes my whole week.  so there.    Play Stop File: 5.98 KB (6,133 bytes) Midi: Theme from "Alfred Hitchcock Presents". corrupted mind? yes.

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some people just don't get it right. its asses, not 'ass-es'. you gotta put the right em-phasis on the right syl-lable. hyuk. sometimes i just crack myself up.

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A pit of darkness is the night, So much that I can hardly see myself Right in front of me, but all is a blur. So much done, but nothing to show. Incoherent sentences strung together. Not meant to be understood, Not meant to be analyzed, Not meant for no one, but me.                  -anonymous                                              

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yaay! i finally managed to change the whole colour scheme. except the tagboard. hehhee im so so happy, hapy, happy, happy! oh well, its another saturday morning. oh well, must rush, i have to feed the tarantula.

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deception point by dan brown is keeping me on the edge. the need to know the undiscovered truth throbs in my head everyday. the da vinci code alone was so erath-shattering to me, uncovering the  facts about the hard truth that laid in da vinci's paintings. i'm a fan! Adages of Age --In the morning there is hope; in the afternoon, fulfillment; in the evening, memory; at night, peace. --Free

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science enrichment was so suspenseful today, after my group managed to score a perfect 7.0 ph after much screaming about the drops of alkali. then came the time when me and dhvni had to do some electrolysis calibration, the rest were so intrigued by li's drawings of feathers. so i joined them and left dhvni to do the rest. "Trying is the first step towards failing."~Homer Simpson "Failing

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when all else fails, one can always count on the beauty of life to guide you. i need to move on. but still the burning question in my mind, why? amidst all my efforts, and strategies, i've failed. funny how the tables just all of the sudden turn on you. no warning either.   dammit, life is hard.

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im officially on a MacD diet. plus on the fats, oil and carbo! the joy of being skinny. so far the consumption of 15 Mcnuggets have gone to me, now i m getting the Mcstomachaches, then i feel the Mcheadache in my stomach, now its gonna be the Mcshit. not to forget the ever super duper high sugar level of coke. here comes my 6 pc nuggets now. gniiite!

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Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked."Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat."I don't know," Alice answered."Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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today is saturday, and i do not like saturdays. saturday is the day i sit in a class, full of mats and minahs and learning nothing at all. i just realised that chocolate is a very very very effective way to start your day, at least for me.  i just got a zara tshirt from auntie lailah, from paris. woaaah. but, i must not wear it, only for important functions. so, mom and dads out market shopping,

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why did i fall in love with such a loser? worst yet, why can't I let him go?

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This picture was taken by me, while walking along Paddington area. It was already past nine, (it gets really dark only around 11 pm during summer) and Dad had visited almost every supermarket on the street in London. Gosh, how I miss London!

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Caught Spiderman 2 todaay. Didn't wow me but had a hell of a funny time with Atty, and also witnessed the birth of Atteleah Co. Long live Atteleah. Appearance and Reality: To appear wise, one must talk; To be wise, one must listen. To appear to do good, one must be busy; To do good, one must know when to stand aside. To appear to lead, one must put oneself first; To lead, one must put

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Dad looking out to Trafalgar Square in London. :P After much persuasion about the pose.

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Its officially the end of my "summer" holidays, and back to face the old scoundrels again. Optimism, optimism... lets see. I guess I had been sorting through rough things in the past, but still I think I would lose much more if I tried to concentrate more on it; it would hurt me too much. I guess the only other way is to find another path to fix things. (: When luck is on your side, life is good

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I'm mad at someone in a way that I'm not. Or rather, more correctly, I'm mad at them, but even I, myself, do not know why. Hermph.

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All I can say is, ROAD TRIP! (: hyuk

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Today I learned the importance of appreciation. I learned that you can truly make someone's day with two simple euros. At least they know how to smile here. Bwaahahha.

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Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

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Salut. Hawwooo orang orang Singapooore. Well, first off, London is hot, hot, hot. I almost caught pollen and suddenly started sneezing, like everyone else. Gee, I wonder why Singapore doesn't have pollen. Visited the Big Ben, London Bridge ( it wasn't falling down :D ), London Eye, Buckingham Palace, and... the National Gallery where I found the famous Da Vinci painting, the Virgin Of The Rocks.

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This is it, folks. I'm off to the Big Ben and the Louvre. Gosh, I can't wait! Must hurry! Au Revoir! :)

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I'm bloody excited. Tommorrow, come already!

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Tommorows the showdown. Two in one! The performance in CairnHill, and my much awaited trip! I feel really at peace. I'm really happy for once in my life--more than just moments here and there...but happy with how my life is going, happy with my situation, happy with almost everything. Yay! Joy is not in things; it is in us. And, its definitely in me right now. Life is so wonderful, I feel like

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Leaving this Saturday. I haven't packed. I'm not ready yet. Stupid. I have let someone go. Losing someone feels so hard and difficult to forget, especially when it remains in our mind for a very long time. I try to erase it completely, but still think why I had started it anyway wasn't infatuation. It was merely attraction. I will change the inner attitudes of my mind, hopefully leading to

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My computer is restored, and I'm nonetheless still the same damn person I'll ever be. I've not even considered taking out the clothes for the trip, cos I still haven't got my suitcase. I have my eye on the Polo red suitcase, so chic and sleek!Mums thinking about reconsidering, so I got my hopes up. Right now I'm reading the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, and quite an interesting labyrinth, if I say

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I have a very good reason to go on hiatus, cos my computer died. So far, I've been living as a cold turkey having movie marathons, day after day. I've even made friends with the 2 year-olds next door with body language. Time flies as I yearn to get my hands on the keyboard again. Right now I'm in my mother's office, finally getting to surf the internet after much physical persuasion. Ah! How good

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Sniff...this is really sad. I'm totally head over heels in love with a fictional character. Ahh...Frodo...if only you could be mine.

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It is officially 2 weeks from my one-way ticket to London. I've piles of homework, and I'm determined to finish it in no time. What's the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.

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Today was another tiring day. Three hours of dancing, and I sweated like I've never sweated before...Did that make sense? Anyhow, I'm so glaaaad to be dancing with fans. swish swash, swooosh. Tomorrow is a field trip. Means, exhausting, under the sun, and trying not to get a tan. Heck. At least I get to fiddle with the camera.

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After watching LOTR I realised I live with Orcs, all around me. No, I believe that there is a destined person to lead us all when our whole world crumbles. I'd like to believe he exists, but in today's world, that is just so hard. Is there really such a person? Does he/she really exist? Probably not.

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Life is more arrranged now. I've learned that you can't have everything and do everything at the same time. Therefore, I am going to revise and prove that the Paris trip is worth going to. The only joy in the world is about to begin, for me.

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My computer is dying. Its official. You know, I could've sworn I heard my neighbour say 'Good night' to his car. Gee. I've bought more non-alcoholic wine. This one tastes like Zappel. :D I've gota whole load of it. Care to join me, anyone? WAAAAAAAAH.Me sister got a cute lil kitten! In Sydney, I mean.(Duh, if it would be in Singapore I wouldnt even be blogging right now.) She named it Mobu!

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Wowweeeeeeeeeehooohaaaaaaaaaaa. i tasted wine, non-alcoholic. Finished the whole bottle, yep. I was bored.

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I'm very happy. Period.

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Visited the Singapore Dance Theater today! So poignant, so graceful... But thats what ballet is all about anyway. So thats it. Next. Karen freaking spoiled my day. Had to stand for an hour reading 'Animal Farm'. I think I've had enough of communism for one day, please. All it takes is one voice--one voice to change the world. That voice is me. It has happened before, and it will happen again.

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People are stupid. Humanity is stupid. We are selfish. We are greedy. We are damned.

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I see it everyday. Slit marks on their wrists. Everywhere... They say they want to be perfect, physically and mentally. Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.

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H: Hey, would you fight in a war you know you would lose? D: How would I know it? You don't. You never will. And therefore, you always have hope.

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A helpful, I hope, definition: enigma : a person of puzzling or contradictory character. That's me- an enigma. I was reading God Of Beer, by Garret Keizer. What kind of name is Keizer? Anywaysohowever, I read it throughout the whole night. It was about young men and women desperately seeking change through the force of ideas and the searing power of friendship. Its a verry good book, and the

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I finally made a trip to the...LIBRARY! It took me a while to release my hands form my 'Vogue Fashion' book which I truly loved dearly. I still mourn, you know. :( But, ladies and gentle man I have borrowed 2 more fashion design books, that is Versace and Chanel. Hooray!

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Today was not my day.First of all, Rosy demanded the brochure from me and of course, I had no choice but to sacrifice my lesson time just to please the bloody goddess of evil. Then it was Malay Dance, in a very long, long, long time. I tell you, the instructor was dead boring, and she made us do a dance step that untill we had to bend our bodies till our hands scraped the ground. France, yes.

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There are some days I practice positive thinking. And other days when I'm not positive, I am thinking. Its self-explanatory. I'm suppose to complete my Science worksheets. That can wait.

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Memorial service today, I shed tears, again. Strangely enough, I feel quite peaceful. Is this denial? Or is this real? "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

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A rare sight indeed. The young teachers left early in the Volkswagen today. I wrote two messages of condolences under two different names. Gee. Class seating arrangement was back to normal, and I'm right up smack infront of the dead-blasted teacher. It means: -Less major drawing -More doodling -Trying to force open my eyes during lessons. Rosy gave me a cold hard intimidating stare today, for

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spent the day eating baby squids for Mother's day. Mom wasnt really that fascinated. ditto. but at least we got to eat lunch too, right? i was trying hard to get over her death. Wondered why I didnt cry at the wake. gosh. are my tears trapped so deep inside of me, or what? i was forcing my self to cry that day. Though growing distance pains us, we must still find the strength to move on and

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Went to the service/wake today. I mourned. We walked past Mrs Lee's coffin. I didn't dare see her face. I saw the forehead though, and it was totally pale. So sad, So bad. Many regretted calling her names, saying that they really wanted to say sorry.... I thought, why didn't you then? Its suprising how life really gets to you in such a sudden way.

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I've changed the layout. I've decide to temporarily use this one. I purposely chose this one because all I want is to write my thoughts and reflections down here. Nothing else. I guess failing a test really gave a big impact on my year so far. Vintage drawings got a little bit overboard, you could say. I was really, really shocked to see the marks. Tears were welling up. Oh no, not now. The

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u know wat? I'm into 1920s vintage drawings. I've drawn 4 designs so far. So help me, God.

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Its strange how I had actually survived without the computer for the past week. I endured by entertaining myself with verbal remarks that were suppose to be funny from my closest toy companion, the Fluffy Doodle-Rabbit, even buying the sketch pad every anime artist in the class would use, for inspiration, it seems. But there I sat with a blank thought in my mind, staring into the midst of people

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naphfa today. only did 2 pull ups, not more, not less. was nice for shuttle run! the only thing i didnt fail. oh, and sit ups too! hee. sit and reach.BAH jumpy-jumpBAH studied like mad for Peribahasa. no test. yay!

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today: musical Funny. thought it was really funny. was props. brought in signs censored those romantic moments like the kissing ppl forgot their lines but who cares, its a play anyway. Had malay danshing. did ronggeng so many times i could just die

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Yergh. We're just getting started to learn bout Chapter 5 in Science. (u know, the birds and the bees) I was really really really really expectinga female teacher then this stupid little Chunkay came up and said: Hokay Class, I am going to teach you the male part! (Chunkay) OH NO YOU'RE NOT!(Me) It is true, yes, I the far most superior teacher and I think its a privilege to teach you all abt -

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Todat was pathetic. First, it was P.E then the script then Malay Dance. I felt so lethargic after that. Can't say anymore. All i can say is: TEACHERS WHO CAN'T TEACH, TEACH P.E

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