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[5th, November, 2020|08:27 pm] |
What I am going to do after A's:
Rugby
SPCA
Slack *ahem
Rollerblade like twice/thrice a week
And prolly get a pair of skates
Go for the Body World exhibition at science centre
Tanning
Beach outings
Picnics
Ice Skating
Book Fest!
Photography at Airport Boulevard
Major winter-cleaning of my room.
Mini weekend getaways to BKK, Msia + other nearby countries.
Get my Canon 450D
Christmas Presents (!!)
Bake Muffins and Cookies and whatevers.
MAKE SOAP!! (STEADY HOR)
Birdpark =)
Night Safari
forty-five i don't care.
Read and Read and READDDDD.
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[16th, November, 2009|01:08 am] |
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| | worthy is the lamb - hillsong | ] |
i realised something.
people come and go. they don't exactly last for a long while. somehow, inbetween, something crops up and everybody gets distanced. which is fine, since it's a common scenario in my life, though this isn't the main point right now. but more of, since it's a common 'event', i think im fearing all these to happen again. and sometimes, unknowingly, i somehow take the first step to move out from their lives.
ironically.
tsktsk. selfish, i know. but sometimes, i just gotta save myself after saving so many people.
sigh im so tired. remember the days when you were all tired and weary, and i was there to listen to you talk about wanting to commit suicide and how bad life can get and how stressed you were? despite equally tired? now where are you? not dead for sure, not dead.
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[28th, October, 2009|12:51 am] |
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| | strange world - parachute | ] |
i'm gonna make my canon eos 450d as my LAST-want till next year (if longer the better). such consumerism is no good to the health of yours truly, as well as the pockets, but lets not dwell into that issue right now. all the retail i've been doing, all the rubbish i've been buying for god knows reasons. tsktsktsk.
it's not that i haven't been visiting lj, but more of just typing and deleting whatever i've typed, so as to pretend that i've never typed them at all. so as to look as if i've never thought anything of such in my entire life. so as to just lie to myself and the future might be a happier one instead.
i bought 3 magazines today while running an errand for the family. initially i wanted to only get Cleo, but i realised Elle was giving out the samples of TBS new scent - Love. (i don't even want to comment the cheesiness and how cliche the name of this scent, oh well), so i thought, why not try? And then, *jengjengjeng* the moment of folly, unescapable from my eyes - Kenzo's Flowers from Herworld.
The supposed scent of someone so so special. or should I say, once so so so special?
I bought it anyway, only to reflect that the reasons for my sudden impulse(s) was just because i didn't really wanna forget. letting memories rot in your head would be a good escape too, right? No? i don't know. But the reason sorta died along the way home as i reprimanded myself for a good 3km walk. so the bottomline: I just like frangrances. I tried kenzo's flower at Sasa and I like the scent. as well the person who once donned the smell.
okay, wrong timing. i should be worrying about the books, not the scent, or people for that matter.
Nonetheless, i couldn't bear to open the plastic of the magazine, lest i do something foolish like spraying myself with it. or worse, spraying my pillow with it, hug it and then cry myself to sleep.
IM KIDDING HAHAH! i didn't open it because i would DEFINITELY BE DISTRACTED. I opened Cleo and kthx, 45min is gone. I bought alot of cornflakes also and milk! but i forgot my honey. argh. the weather's killing, needa buy more grapes to put in the freezer and more honey to drinkkkkk. =/
tiring tiring.
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[13th, October, 2009|02:33 am] |
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it's not exactly considered as an unearthly hour, but still, i thought these nights of turmoil would have been over after art. apparently NOT. here am i, in the middle of the night, studying poems of a dead poet who was depress when she was alive. you tell me, how to live life proper?
i'm in such an unkempt state. my long, thick and heavy hair is begging for a cut, but i refuse because i wanna see how long it can grow before chopping it into something more realistic and practical. long hair is such a pain in the arse, at times. nails are sooo damn long to the extent that i'm having slight trouble with typing on my qwerty phone. pimples, spot the symmetrical pair. weight gain (whats new) bla bla blaaaaaaaaa, bad things are neverending and good things only come once.
I think i'm gonna try the 3-day-no-sleep stunt starting from thursday. start the insane mugging mode with math gracing the grand entrance to this glorious ceremony. (notice the alliteration of 'g'? no?) i was intending to head to school on thursday, probably a little later than usual, so as to get slightly more sleep, but i guess not now. (you know what? we'll see.)
on the other hand, i'm like getting used to seeing myself with no fringe aka with my head band protecting my face eyes from the thorny fringe of mine. it amazes me how fishballish i look, as well as depicting a highly accurate image of what would i look like if i went ballistic and decide to shave bald. it also makes me depressed as the same time, knowing that high foreheads = smarties panties, my forehead is rather even and flat. bah. on the brighter side, my literature teacher (who recently is into palmistry, albeit only knowing how to read 2 things on my palm, nvm) said that i have a guardian angel (awwwww) with me! since there's this line that is parallel to my lifeline. but the downside is that, i have a pretty long life (dang). but weijie totally shattered my nice, pearlescent, rainbowrific bubble by 'claiming' that i have more lines on my palm because i have fats on my palm.
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just adding another reason to my observations on 1991 boys aren't very tactful people. but nevermind, the old shall let live. so gracious omg, i love myself la! i should start running or blading soon. rainy seasons are the love for sleeping - which i don't know if its a good thing or a bad thing.=/
consultationzzz mugzzz consultationzzz mugzzzz
zzzzzzz. gnight!
for the love of god, my blog is getting so wordy to the extent that im getting bored. can't imgaine how the others would feel. but then again, it doesn't really matter how the others view it, because ultimately, this blog exists just to keep track of my emotions and events in my life, lest i die or lose my memory or something (which is ironical, since i would most probably forget my password). it exists for ME, all about ME and it shouts ME*
i'm kidding about the self-gratification part. im really tired, so im just psychobabbling at point blank - like psychobabbling wasn't bad enough huh?
* no ris low pun intended. =)
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[12th, October, 2009|08:10 pm] |
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i'm so tired to the extent that i'm perpetually hungry. i need to maintain this 500kcals/day thing, while exercising for at least half and hour every day, spending only 2 bucks per day and blablabla.
please remind me to stay in school to study too. i stayed for awhile today, pretty productive, till i couldn't take the sleepiness that was overtaking my entire body, so i head home and gone, literally, till dinner time. I ate alot today. I think exceeded the 500kcal/day thing already. CHUI.
i'm also getting sick of people asking me how am i, how's these, hows that. cos seriously, i think they know the answer by heart.
"im fine" "____ was boring"
can't think of new substitutes.
because like seriously, how bad can i get?
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[11th, October, 2009|11:37 pm] |
because i know that i will be leaving soon.
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[6th, October, 2009|09:54 pm] |
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mat: 4pm ah
me: ok. dress up or dress down?
mat: dress middle.
i have interesting friends. the longer i know them, the more weird i feel towards myself - whats wrong with me? like how the f did i attracted such people to be my friends haha.
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[5th, October, 2009|11:31 pm] |
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| | i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie | ] |
everytime i wake up in the morning after bath and all, i stare into the mirror and go what the fuck is wrong with my life &the body with pouches and ginormous pockets of fats. like seriously, what the fuck is wrong man? fml.
and i absolutely hate the fact how death cab for cutie is gaining popularity amidst the people in my life. annoying. its time to find new bands.
homeworks, especially overdue-ones are soooo damn annoying. they're worst than pests. i totally totally and absolutely abhor them.
i bought another pair of earphones at a relatively good price. i don't know what am i telling the world, but i could care less about them right now, unless you're telling who or who could make me feel better, if not, kthxbye.
if i could sleep forever, would you be in my dreams?
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[3rd, October, 2009|03:20 pm] |
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i should probably start to reply his letters. |
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[28th, September, 2009|11:46 pm] |
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| | i'd hate to be you when people find out what's this song about - mayday parade. | ] |
oh, cry all you may.
weep your souls out.
bury the memories
and lock it all up.
ten years down the road,
open it
and laugh all you please.
but for now, lock it up
lock it up.
you have much more important things
the world has so much to offer.
the world has so much to offer.
don't breakdown. cos if you do, you lose.
september has been a really horrendous month. it started out with shit, progresses with shit, and it's probably gonna end in shit anyway.
wake me up, when september ends. birthday doesn't even matter anymore.
hello sirhan and george mat, i miss you guys <3
you gotta stay strong.
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