I will do these things
I will take your childhood dreams
And turn them into beautiful film
I will take your most important things
Cast them gold fill a museum

So your heart doesn't know where mine's been
I'll never let your heart go where mine's been

I will kiss away every tear
They'll disappear in my mouth
And i will believe in all your fears
You let them in, i'll let them out
And put them in their place, my love

So your heart doesn't know where mine's been
I'll never let your heart go where mine's been

I'll never let your heart go where mine's been

























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i don't believe in audiences, sympathy, and boyfriends.


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And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment
makes me want to come back home

I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have


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i am going to re-read LOTR.

and then restart on nicholas sparks and stephen king and dick king-smith.

because chick flicks are so boring and i hate romance novels. i read a walk to remember in primary six and thought it was nothing special even though people gush about it and whatever. so im going to give nicholas a chance to make me 'weep over the triumph of love' and devour all his 'passionate tear-jerking expositions'. =.=

i still think the time traveller's wife is the only romance novel that isnt over syrupy and worth reading.

anyhow, i would totally idol worship stephen king if he wasnt that ugly. and king-smith makes me laugh, for old times sake.

reading is better than eating. although theyre better together.


emotions are stupid. thats why i got rid of them.


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what i go to tuition for <33


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im hungry again!

so now i'm just going to cross my fingers and pray that jesus, moses, and noah would be on my side, and that no one's discovered that snack stash.

the refridgerator is june's best friend. december's too. what the hell, make it all year round.


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i swear when i grow up i'd marry the first guy who can cook good indian.

i'd marry sharon, if i could. but i definitely wouldnt want her cooked.

anyway, i love cranberry juice! pity only kamini knows how wonderful it is. rachel (and sharon) think it tastes like puke. i think it has an acquired taste, like earl grey. oh, kamini have you tried lipton cranberry tea? its really good with honey! haha.


why i dont get rachel half the time:

rachel: how come you disappear so fast

me: like the wind?

rachel: worse than the wind. if winds were bad no one would have gotten a whiff of a fart.

okay so am i being compared to the wind or a fart?


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i had a cookies and cream milkshake!

was the the shower when i heard GOOAAALLLLLL! apparently the whole (male) neighbourhood was jumping around yelping cos it means they win home away or something along the lines of that and instant hundredairedom. i dont get soccer and the betting system. so just tell me that i'm not the only one that's not watching soccer.

and im so screwed for art.

when you know that everything you do isnt going to change anything in the end, you just feel like grabbing God by the collar and hollering, WHAT THE HELL, JUST GET ME A HARP AND HALO. NOW.

every morning i wake up and feel for the absence of a radial pulse. and then blame everyone especially God for not murdering me in my sleep or for some fatal fatal fatal terminal disease. or i'd just (try to) pray for a busy day so i'd be tired enough to sleep through the night and not twitch and bolt awake every few hours.

i'd try to convince myself that my predicament(s) are really not that bad, that i have many things to be thankful for. but why is it that we specifically feel for voids, why do we always lack?

i cant deny that God has made a difference in my life. but all the time, it bugs me. we're just bloody playthings.

who would engineer a blue and green sphere and breathe into clay and then put them all together and foresee the devastation and sin and then look down on all of them and grieve and forgive and grieve and forgive?

i think im extreme, mostly depressed. people make me happy, and then i fall back again. so maybe thats why it seems like im unpredictable and diverse. ok whatever God, thank you for everything.

so we're being put here just because. oh damnit.

i should just climb up the ceiling fan and start spinning in the opposite direction.


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be my favourite hello.

i try to tell myself that im not morbid and that its perfectly normal conjuring up gashed wrists and contused veins that slither like death adders. especially when i have to keep drawing skulls and mutated humans and crows and the such. the images arent freaky, thats what thats freaky. im not freaked out. okay what the hell, people see demons all the time and im here complaining about their familiars. wait, do demons have familiars? sheesh.

besides that i'd like to think that i was born a happy person.

ri-ight.


off to call the nastiest civil servant on earth to put him out of his guard duty misery. look how unhappy he is :D




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i lost 3 freaking kilos at the gym ystd!!!

which is no surprise actually, since my weight fluctuates as much as my personality. well i did less than 40 mins and got bored. so sharon and i decided to stalk this weird guy. anyway it was hella fun. we should do it again gummy bear! lol.

i ate all these last night.
1. chocolate milk
2. fish noodles
3. one magnum
4. 500ml greentea
5. 115g jelly babies
6. tiramisu! >:( :(
7. garlic bread
8. two mouthfuls of beef bolognese (kahyee you bitchass!)
9. coke! (it wasnt diet!)
10. one sugar roll

omg all that sugar!!!!!!!!!!!!! the jelly babies were really good though.


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im back to blogging! :D

cos this template's just so pretty and ive just got another pair of paul frank flips! yippee!

i'm a sucker for weepy boys. the kind with huge hankies and polo shirts and a 3rd or 4th mother tongue. the kind who pretend they like basketball but actually prefer a quiet day reading. the kind who'd sob at movies and sad songs, and bend down to pet stray cats. the kind that'd openly display emotion, the vulnerable sensitive kind. the reticent contemplative kind, with sad eyes and stories to tell. the ones who seem feeble, but build people up. the kind that are everything far from funny, but make me laugh anyway. well a person can hope, no?

anyway, i'm going shopping with dominic yong! hurrah, maybe he'd get me my havaianas!

bible study was awesome, for once. wouldve been better if jackie came, that moron overslept! CARYN SHARYN AND QIANYI ARE MILES AWAY IN AUSTRALIA. prata tastes different without them :(

i should go to j8 ntuc tomorrow and pay them for the banana milk i walked out drinking. its only eightyfive cents but i feel so bad.

lyly's a fighter. i love you lyly! (:
mr siow gave me fifty bucks to get her a basket of fruit. of course we'd do more than that! haha.

i love ang mo kio library and my freaking vagina half!



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deborah

angie
caryn
cyrene
dominic
evonnie
jackie
jacklyn
kamini
leonard
lydia
rachel
sharon
sharyn
solomon
tabitha


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