resolutions i swear i'm going to keep.

1. be more affectionate and less aloof
2. reply tags
3. start mugging


replies! (:

shihui: im sorry, i had to go grocery shopping. >:(
rachel: of course. its like all the girls and then somebody really tall and uh, male.
mini: aw thank you (:
ber: hello, see ya! :D
angie: i need to talk to you! monday?
keefe: im surprised you visited. hi anyway!
lindis: hello!
jackie: i love you jackie! :D
charlene: hello!! (:
valerie: i miss you sho muchxz balary! :(


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love takes hostages, they say, it eats you out and leaves you obsessed and crying.
but love or perish, love anyway.

if we should weep when clowns put on their show,
if we should stumble when musicians play,
time will say nothing but I told you so.

how fallible are we?


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now you need me,
now you don't.


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its coming again.
yknw, the big wham people are waiting, watching out for,
the accusations, the resentment,
the just-look-at-that bitchtalks.
it happens, all the time.
leaves you benumbed and fidgety
look, low self esteem strikes again, and scores!
nope no explanations needed, none to be handed out
pity parties call for pizzas anyway.


go on, hang them on my cross, and add spit for that
special effect. drive that condemning placard above my head,
and oh, that prized crown too.
i hope you get splinters, so i can pick them out for you,
with these sterilised tweezers, and reassure you over and over
i'm professional, i've come to save the world from destruction,
so you can come live with me in eternity, paradise awaits you!
i promise icecream floats with little umbrellas,
you can stretch out on my shores, the sun's just over yonder!

stop pummelling, i'm just oh-so-near,
my deaf angels noted your prayers,
they deliver them to me once in a while.
but i have too many emergency calls to answer,
and those meetings with lucifer drive me up
my shiny jade walls. he wants to settle our old scores
man-to-man, with a knife and rope,
just like you silly mortals! that fool.
i bestowed you with that leather bound book,
just read it, you'll get all the answers you need.
it talks, it has life! note how it starts with
IN THE BEGINNING and ends with AMEN.
note the beautiful poetry, the long hierarchal bloodlines,
the prophesies, have you not noticed how much i care?

now stop being skeptical, i understand perfectly well.
i put you on earth for a purpose, my divine purpose.
look at the big picture, my meticulously planned comedy,
youre part of it all. well of course, youre my masterpiece.


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half a year ago and so much has changed.


this is why we sould never count on time.


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reading orgy!

"this visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, a vital voice once venerated, now vilified. however, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation now stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violent, vicious and voracious violation of volition."

(caleb, for health purposes and your jaw, you might not want to read on)

"the only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and virtuous. yet verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very great honor to meet you, and you may call me V."


if i were as dependent as i look, i'd be twice as old.


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i was a fool for the day,
and the many to come.

not surprised at someone's attempt at stooping low enough for my toes to be up her nostrils (i have rather small toes but the size of the nostril is to be considered)

i paint like an elephant peeing. and i can see the picture in your head, no, its not an advert.

i leave the house every day for the past two weeks at sixthirty am and only come back at nine. and the school uniform's still on. why cant toilets walk.

liyun's been staying with me after school every single day. thank you sugar. you're a gem.

been either underusing my brain or overusing, can't tell the difference anyway. the right side's temperamental. and it just firmly decided recently to divert all energy towards thinking up corny petnames. like chocolate sponge cake, for example.

i like younger boys, must be caryn's influence. if i told ***** that i still gush about him and whatever he'd most probably scratch his (PRETTY) eyes out. but thats another story so yes, this is an advert.

everyone's been leaning on the woebegone side of the fence these days. if i so put a finger on it, it'll crumble into pieces. even reading doesnt provide as much solace, much less food. i have resigned to fate, and never failed to repeatedly remind myself. life can take out its worst, and i wont be surprised anymore. nothing will ever interest me as much as i look like i am. and everything else, like the events that used to be important, would be merely playthings. because i have given up believing.

life doesnt fuel on hope, as much as i want it to burn.
and as much as it has to go on, i go on too.


so tell me now, who is your new toy for the day?


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have you ever had a recurring dream
that crashes by in erratic sequences, and lingers.

ever prayed until your knees traced red with the parquet floor,
feverishly devout, and then buckling over and swearing.

ever held a blade to your wrists, surprised at the coolness of blood
and the healing power of gaping gashes and ruptured flesh.

ever imagined being locked a dungeon, and screaming
until those proliferated manifestations achromatized.

ever had your curtain lowered, your finished line moved,
your medals in torpodity, your bonfire reduced to dust.

ever thought of torrents, and cliffs and vines
so filled with life they swallow and suffocate.

ever lived living on guilt and feeding on regret
and rehearsed in front of the mirror, the facade to wear tomorrow.

ever dreamt of your own heart pulsating in your hands
slippery and bleeding, as if it'd catapult away if you didnt hold on.

ever had a recurring dream that pervades your being, and haunts
like a ghost, rattling those chains in cobwebbed alleys nobody's been.


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i googled channing tatum, the guy who was duke in she's the man. and found a whole gallery of half naked pictures. hothothot.

now now boys, dont start wanking at these.





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hello cognitivism, i could use more toilet pipes.

3 layouts by tuesday! and i can't stop complaining and feeling pathetic and inferior. everyone can draw anything out of nothing and i cant. i take so freaking long to draw one sketch and there are so many more! >:[ :[

russell the biggest bitch on the planet would never lend me LOTR because i made his da vinci code doggy-eared. and my mother just had to give my LOTR away. no harry potter. no LOTR. and did i tell you, no chicken soup too >:[ :[ !!! im deprived and starved and so bored i swear i could read the chinese papers.

stupid whiny bitchass post. im gg to bathe.


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