corners came crumbling
hello stranger
2001
the year we first met.
you danced, you laughed, we bonded
we signed up for NPCC
we went for the interview together
i almost cried when you got your SI rank
i was really proud of you
you had everything going on for you
i loved it when we passed by telok belangah and you were on the edge of your seat
2008
i miss your laughter
i miss your jokes
and i miss the way you never finish your sentences
i wonder why we drifted away
we used to work things out
we wrote out our feelings on paper
conference called
we even put certain "quotas" for godknowswhat but it made us closer
weren't we all inseparable?
i miss you shu;
hello strangerYOU'RE FUCKING NOT WORTH MY TIME.
IF YOU'RE WHAT I CALL A FRIEND, THEN I WANNA STOP MEETING NEW PEOPLE.
faz kental

I have to deal with this. Sigh.
believe
today was really cool.
caught The Dark Knight. my friends liked it. i kinda found it... confusing, and a little bland. stunts were cool though.
planning to catch it another time. any takers? let's go!
FPA dinner-slash-orientation. didn't regret going.
i won a candy dispenser thingy. someone won britney spears perfume. phawr.
KAP macdonalds afters. talks about UB, boys and whatevernot.
the walk to the bus-stop was interesting.
the notion of heaven seems ridiculous; to a friend.
gazillons have died, does that mean there are gazillions are up in heaven?
and "up there". what does it mean?
up? sky. after that clouds. and after that stars.
then what?
can you even imagine that?
so i said, some things, you just gotta believe. there's nothing to hold on to, so you just believe in it.
she believes in being practical.
i have my own believes and religious teachings.
but.
maybe you just believe just so that you have the fantasy of believing in something.
like the believe in a prince charming. your better half. your destiny.
that somehow, you're fated to do these kinds of things.
i don't know.
and living forever.
don't you want to? she said.
want to see what's gonna happen in 200 years.
i think i'll get tired of living, i said.
and we talked some more.
i like her. she's surreal and interesting.
she's emo. in her own words.
faux pas
the biggest faux pas is: -
someone heavy who has lost weight and is now thinner than you saying that you're fat.
for one, i was thinner first.
and for another, you had to restrict your food intake;
i ENJOY it.
secondly, you have stretch marks up and down...well, wherever.
i don't.
so i'm
better than you.
up yours fuckface.
despite all my complaining about my weight and thigh and whatever not,
i am completely happy with myself.
i don't care if you say i've got a huge chest, if i've got thick thighs or whatever,
i'm confident enough not to go and starve myself.
when you say that i am fat and that i don't look like most people in society,
i of course get depressed.
you want individualistic, here i am, NORMAL sized.
then you say i've gotta conform.
screw you and your butthole.
i don't need you skinny evangelists.
FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!
i hate the fact that weight is a much more "important" issue in this world than say Bush, the war, the environment and AIDS.
SCREW YOU.i also hate the fact that i've written about my weight issues over and over in my blog and i still can't fight it.
my issue is not my weight. it's you.
cupcakes
i am absolutely fascinated by cupcakes.
http://www.cupcakedivinity.blogspot.com/http://www.cupcake-momma.net/i LOVE cupcake momma's design.
too pretty.
http://www.c-cup.biz/ is another fav. gourmet gourmet gourmet!
i had warm chocolate cake at bugis's starbucks on wednesday.
it wasn't warm, moist but was overtly chocolatey.
yuck.
not a pleasant experience.
but i had pink and yellow nails so it's okay.
&i found out someone has a
secret girlfriend.
pantat.
HAHAHA.
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