hors de prix my two feet are tired
i need a superhuman force
and another french film

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  rare must be something wrong
there's a missing link somewhere


i truly hate the end of anything
where you have to get used to the stopping of something
especially of something you love
it'll have been ingrained into you
then you gotta go cold turkey
it's difficult

i miss you so
i really truly do
i miss talking to you
and the sound of your voice
directed at me. only me.

but just when i think we'll have a proper heart to heart talk
someone butts in
someone has to spoil everything
or you get so eager to go home
and i'm too proud to say "stay"
or i just stare at you and wonder what the bloody hell happened
or i just get hurt.
and that's the worst.

i miss you, you big fat fool
and i'm too proud to say it


but somehow, somewhere
i [edit]knEw[/edit] that i'll get hurt again  ¶ 10:06 PM 0 Comments

  <3 i'm starting to doubt a lot of things
please reinforce



i love these two words
apart and a part

a part is like together like
we're a part of singapore
while apart is like what makes you special
not the same
like apart from me, blah blah blah

what i like is that a part is seperated
when it means to be together
while apart is to not be together
but it's not seperated



disappointment.
don't expect me to be warm all of a sudden
i don't do nice very well.  ¶ 2:59 PM 0 Comments

  i'm not hearing your thoughts
the silence is deafening

there are other-worldly things out there;
those that lie
those that tell you stories
and those that believe in rainbows and ponies and candycanes and cinnamons


well, reality check buggers
fall from your heaven and hit the ground.
hit fast and hit hard
if you're lucky, you could hit your head
then all your perspectives of before would be scrambled
or better yet, you die.


i just want you to suffer
nothing is a bed of roses
not without thorns

i hate the smell of earth

i wanna puke all over your filthy hands
i wanna fling phelgm all over your stinking messed up words
words that don't mean nothing.
i saw it coming
i knew it was temporary
but i never knew you would make it sound so serious
like it would all be different somehow
when in actual fact, it isn't


how many times have i been fed lies like this again and again?
and it's not like i don't know that i'll get hurt.
i KNOW.
but there's this irrational fear inside of me of losing everyone
EVERY-FUCKING-BLOODY-ONE
so i rationalise that everyone deserves another chance.

i'm not like some people who can stick with their decisions coz you know, hey!
i've got a thousand more people willing to be friends with me.
no, i'm not like that.
i'm more of a WE'RE DONE! -please tell me you'll still fight for me i don't really wanna lose you and i love you very much-
and more of a tossing and turning and thinking and fretting and breaking before i go to bed
and more like a am i doing the right thing? am i? AM I?!
and maybe i should give them a call
and ok i treasure them so whaddaheck
kinda person.

so i don't like sleeping at night knowing that i've gained an enemy
but that's life.
we can't all be winners
we can't make everyone love us
but we can try.
we can.

so tell me again why i did it?
i know its not coz i'm nice.
i'm concentrated evil at my best.

GULLIBLE
that's the word.

so let me cry in the darkest of nights
and let my sobbing lull you to sleep
you've done what you do best yet again
gain the satisfaction and delusion that you yearn for
and i hope you find your peace and center
and hope my cries send you to sleep


"happy endings are unfinished stories"  ¶ 12:23 AM 0 Comments

  fudge brownies ooolala
just the name can send orgasmic shivers down my spine
hot fudge brownies with vanilla ice cream on top

gonna drag some shameless chocoholic with me there
Ben&Jerry's
can you say yum?


so hello uglies :)
i've just done the most irrelevant thing in the world.
customized my friendster profile
HAH.
my business la.


anyhows, i just had this urge to blog
but its so boring.
i've absolutely no idea what to rant about.


oh yeah.
small kid, you're not my type.
i've no idea why i used to look out for you.
like for the whole heck of it?
there was just something about you
but as time passes you've grown more and more repulsive
if that's even humanly possible.

i must stop this shit
like seriously!
don't you get it that i've no feelings for you whatsoever?
you're not important enough might i add.
darn shameless how you pushed me to it.
oh so like i have a choice?
pfffttt.


you woke up in the morning with a mission to the moon
i'll let you see it.
but i can't promise you it'll be pretty
and i'll bet you there'll be nothing.
i'm not making it hard
you're just too thickheaded to realise that you don't have the right equipment

aye.
some drop dead gorgeous guy viewed me on friendster.
but he's a lil sick in the head
poor thing
his name's terrence.


i think i'm lucky to have a thick head of hair
but it's too hard for me to style
damnit


ok whoever thinks they owe me a birthday present
get me a long skinny tee
with some really cool print on it.
yeah. and i'll love you forever la


i feel really good that i've gotten to know this much millennians in my life
they're so diverse it pains me that i'm so normal.


wardrobe malfunction
ppffssh.
im gonna be losing 10kg.
riiiite.

so yes.
talk about random.
thanks for calling me love :)
ok bye.  ¶ 4:33 PM 0 Comments