tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429224883768414692012-02-01T03:18:05.406+08:00The Rockstar Who Doesn't Sing.Naked & prepared to die.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00479697385440134014noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742922488376841469.post-18259527101312543862012-02-01T03:17:00.004+08:002012-02-01T03:18:05.413+08:00

I MUST, I MUST, I MUST - I MUST INCREASE MY BUST! When I first heard that rhyme (back in Primary 6 during CHIJ Katong Primary's 70th anniversary), I laughed OUT LOUD. This one-liner still amuses me till today.Yeap, my sense of humour hasn't changed much. On another toally unrelated note, 2012 promises (let's see if it proves) to be a very exciting year. Firstly, in exactly a month's time; 29

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They say, "One man's treasure is another man's trash." So I mistook your treasure for trash, there wasn't a need to treat me like trash.

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I'M COMING HOME, TO A PLACE WHERE I BELONG. 'Home'. The word and I never quite gelled. But it never stopped me from hoping for my own and today, that spark of hope glowed just a little brighter. (: The boy and I balloted for our flat today (yay!) and I've never been happier parting with my $10 (mandatory balloting fee). 3 weeks. In 3 weeks' time we'll know if we get to choose our flat. I've

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LET'S HOPE IT'S A GOOD ONE WITHOUT ANY TEARS. "I can't live without you." That's what poets say. Today marks the 365th day you're gone and I'm still alive; but that doesn't mean I don't think about you every single day. I love you Pa, as always, if not more.

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For my birthday this year, all I want is to have you back. And since I can't have that, I wish with all my birthday luck that you'll be the happiest man wherever you are. I love you Pa.

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ONE DAY WHEN YOUTH IS ONLY A MEMORY, I KNOW YOU'LL BE STANDING NEXT TO ME. -Love Will Show You EverythingSongs are wonderful. In just plain, glorious genius of the song writer, the two lines above summed up how I feel.Lately "entries" have been little blurbs of thoughts that I hastily type down and likened to "Tweets" on Twitter. Since we got together, I've composed many "Thank you" speeches in

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I-I LOVE YOU LIKE A LOVE SONG BABY, & I KEEP HITTING RE-PEAT-PEAT-PEAT-PEAT-PEAT.

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YESTERDAY YOU ASKED ME SOMETHING I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.These days, I hardly have time to sit down and chronicle my life here, and when I do, it's mostly about you. When I dream of you, I like to tell myself that it is you coming back to see me. I'm someone who has crazy Harry Potter-like dreams that don't make sense but when it comes to dreams of you, it's so...real. I want to make a record of all

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ARE YOU JUST A DREAM TO FADE AWAY.Today is just like any other day, only that I woke up, replaying a song that you used to sing on the Karaoke on my mind; missing you even more than usual. I grew up listening to them and all your Golden Oldies, can't fault my preference over Gold 90 and Class 95 after all these music influence!MassachusettsBee GeesFeel I'm goin' back to MassachusettsSomething's

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YOU'RE SPECIAL, FOR ALWAYS.Nicky came back from Batam last night, loaded with my favourite dishes that mommy cooked and packed for me. And home-made soya bean too! Mmm-mmm! And you know what amuses me most? She said upon reaching our house, the first thing she said was "Hello Uncle!" like she used to. I know you heard and knowing you, you were probably waggling your eyebrow in acknowledgement,

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IF KARMA DON'T HIT YOU, I WILL.I keep all my sadness and anger pent up inside where it stews and fester; like how a piece of meat decomposes and gives off funky & nasty smells; mine develops into mental illness and adorns my wrist with scars.

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Sometimes, I get an urge to fling myself off a building.It may or may not have been triggered by any emotion, just a strong, intense urge. And I'm afraid; what if one day I really do?

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THE IDEA OF RIDING ISN'T PURELY MENTAL MASTURBATION ANYMORE.Funny how my metaphors and words seem to translate into different meanings and end up sounding so...M18.Anyway, moving on. Like the entry title and pre-cursor tagline suggests, riding became a reality for me yesterday (13.03.11)! And how do I feel about that? TOTALLY RAD!!! But I've also developed second thoughts about riding on the road

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MARCHING W MY HEAD HELD HIGH.March came pre-packed with the dreaded exams but in every "horrible" gift, there's always something nice. Likewise in every person. I resolve to see the good in everyone until I'm shown the bad, that's a good movement, right?It has been one helluva busy 2 months of the new year for me and so many things have happened! Some bad, mostly good. I wish I could share it

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IF I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME.It was you on Monday. It sounds so silly, it's not like I'm the ghost whisperer or something but it felt so real, I'm pretty damn sure it was for real.We had a conversation, you held my hand like you used to when I was little. We talked. You even mentioned about my tattoo! Then you showed me two drawings and suggested I do a tattoo of one of them. I have the

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What's so great about the New Year?

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"AT THE START OF THE NEW YEAR, WE WOULD GATHER ON THE DECK OF THE SHIP & SING 'AULD LANG SYNE'."Funny that I should recall you telling me that. I googled "Auld Lang Syne" and found out that it is often sung to celebrate a New Year as well as a farewell to other occasions."People say you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you'd lose

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WE WERE SO WRAPPED UP IN ALL OF OUR DREAMSWE DIDN'T CARE WHAT THE FUTURE WOULD BRINGThese days I'm afraid to be alone because that's when I miss you most. I was at work today when this song played and it's true what people say; songs convey what the heart yearns to say.Another day has goneI'm still all aloneHow could this beYou're not here with meYou never said goodbyeSomeone tell me whyDid you

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I dreamt of you last night. We went on bike rides and did marketing. Just you, me and Vennie. You were goofing around as usual as you browsed through the freshest produce of the day and irritated the grocer lady. We met Vincent for breakfast after marketing and you even teased him about the holiday trip he brought his girlfriend on, saying that you've brought Mommy to better places before.Can I

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THE WIND WILL TAKE ME AWAY UP HIGH,INTO THE CLOUDS TO A PLACE I KNOW NOT BUT WILL LEARN TO LOVE LOTS. Over the years of being apart from you, I thought I've been made "immune" to family ties and all that emotional baggages that comes with it. Still, I tear as easily as a hormonal teen watching Hallmark commercials at the thought of losing you. You were my favourite, and I was yours. You made it

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AND A SONG SOMEONE SINGS, ONCE UPON A DECEMBER.I used to like the theme song in Disney's Anastasia -"Once upon a December" for a very shallow reason; because it had 'December' in it and I'm a December baby.And it's that time of the year again. Birthdays, they've never really made me happy. Okayy, they do, for awhile. Then the happiness dissipates, like the fizz in a champagne during a celebration

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WHEN NO NEWS, IS GOOD NEWS.I would ride on your shouldersAnd look out on the worldPretending I was big and tall like youWhen you were there to hold meI never was afraidYou made me feel there's nothing I can't doIf I'd spread my wings to flyWhen I was very smallI knew that you'd be standing byTo catch me if I fallYou're my heroChasing the monsters from my roomGoing on trips around the moonThe one

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I AM THE QUEEN, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?Can't believe I actually convinced Nic and her sis to print that on a shirt for me. I only managed to wear it once though (lousy quality, shrunk and printing faded after the first wash). Pity. Would've lifted my sinking spirits a great deal if I could wear it now and strut it around town.It's the start of my long awaited break from school and for the first

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JUST GONNA STAND THERE & WATCH ME BURN...burn the midnight oil while you bloody snore away~!@#$%&!? I'm drunk from hate now. Sick and tired, literally. (Sniffles)Despite all the downs in life, I still have to count the little blessings in life. "Couldn't have done it without you, Soldier."What I long to do to some of my "team" mates leeches now could get me jailed for life.

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LIVING UNDER YOUR SPOTLIGHT.I have no issues 'living under' Mr Ng Junda's 'spotlight' cause he has done nothing but showered me with love these days. Recalling the past two weeks...it would've taken a saint to be even minimally nice to me. I was, what you would've classified a psychotic, unbearable, prissy emotional wreck. And poor Mr Ng Junda not only had to put up with the tantrums, he

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IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME BY NOWYOU WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER KNOW ME. They say the reason people resisted getting out of bed sometimes is linked to the natural desire to regress to the womb. A place of solace. A place where we're totally protected from the chaotic world outside.I feel like I'm in need of the "retreat to the womb" therapy today. Today was the classic bad day - a series of unfortunate

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YOU BELONG TO ME.Booty Clap from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo.

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THERE'S SOMEONE I FEEL LIKE PUTTING THROUGH A BLENDER.Sluts are good enough to make a sloven's porridge.--Old Proverb.It's sad that you protect her like she's under the endangered species list. Well, she probably is...under 'World's Ugliest Animal'.How much more misery and humiliation do you want to be put through before you wake up?

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MUSIC CALMS YOUR SOUL.Tears In HeavenRight Here WaitingMore Than WordsThe Rose ♥ www.SunghaJung.comI could listen to him all day.

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THERE'S A MOMENT IN TIME AND IT'S STUCK IN MY MIND.I woke up feeling under the weather and sluggish. Walking out of the lift and seeing you wait by the road with your bike really lifted my spirit. Thanks for the extra trip down to the shop, this time with my packed lunch and Horlicks McFlurry.Work's slow and unchallenging, so I have only the memories of your earlier visit and the lingering taste

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FOREVER YOUNG, I WANNA BE FOREVER YOUNG."It's now 8:03 pm." I feel like going Africa just listening to this song.-I'm surprised at my eagerness to talk about my day and the frequency of my blogging too. It's a good thing I guess, all these thoughts has to go somewhere, there's only this much my mind can contain.Two weeks in Garde Manger flew by in a blink of an eye then it's onto another kitchen

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FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE....cos it's a PUBLIC HOLIDAY, I can finally not wake up at 5:30 am.Following that, there's a long-awaited 2 weeks break the week after next. Thank God for small favors, and a doting boyfriend, too.All I did was made a passing remark that it would be nice to have a folder in which I can keep all my recipes in order and poof! Houdini appeared at my workplace a day after with a

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THE ONLY THING CONSTANT IS CHANGE."It's hard to watch people change right in front of you..but the worst part is remembering who they used to be."That above applies for two people in my life. But I'm done talking about the other.Today it's Nic.Hey you pugzywugzy:I feel sad whenever I see you not smiling the way you used to. It wrenches my heart out when I read those entries of yours that spills

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COS YOU HAD A BAD DAY.We all have bad days; days when we just don't feel like talking, smiling, being happy. For us girls, we attribute it to our monthly 'Pre-menstrual symptoms'. For the rest of the human kind, we call it the 'Moodswings'. Though moodswings are inevitable and ok from time to time, it crosses the line of being ok when it affects everyone you come within 2 metre-radius

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I'M TOO TIRED TO FEED YOUR NEED.I always begin my entries with a little quote or some line from a song. It acts sort of like a pre-cursor to the entry if it's somewhat related to it or totally random and unrelated to the entry itself. And today, while I waited for the usual 'brainfart' to kick start my entry, that came to mind.As my fingers did a hopscotch across the keyboard (seriously, they do

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WE'RE ALL ADDICTED TO PERFECTION,CRITICS OF OUR CREATIONS.I mentioned few posts earlier that I now have to re-adjust my body clock to conform to my new culinary practicum aka "bootcamp" hours: 10pm Bedtime / 5:30am Wake-up call.Have I succeeded? Hmm..uh..eh.. More or less.Am I enjoying it or growing to like it a teeny weeny bit? NOOO.However, up till yesterday, I actually did fine and was never,

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WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, GO SHOPPING.Or find me atCandelicious

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STOP, ROCK & ROLL.Hola! Culinary practicum orientation today left me high and dry. The "high" came from the excitement of being in an actual Kitchen uniform as a 'Commis Chef' and sitting through the I'd-better-stay-awake-or-die-trying lecture sucked me "dry". I was so tired towards the end of the day I almost fell out of my seat during my power nap on the bus, TWICE. For the past 365 days I've

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YOU NEED TO HAVE A SIT-DOWN WITH YOUR EGO.I can't decide if I like her because of this song or because she sounds like Pink.ScarsAllison IrahetaDid I say something stupid?There goes one more mistakeDo I bore you with my problems?Is that why you turn away?Do you know how hard I triedTo become what you want me to be?Take meThis is all that I've gotThis is all that I'm notAll that I'll ever beI've

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MACRO, MICRO, ALL THE SAME.NUMBERS & I DON'T GEL & THAT'S A SHAME.Monandry[n] having one husband at a time I didn't know there was a word for that! I thought Monogamy applies across the board for both sexes. Ha!In any case, I figured memories (esp happy ones) have to go down in record (somewhere) so what better place than on an online journal? Unless blogger goes bust one day and closes down,

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I ♥ you.But I am:tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired

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HUSH, HUSH DARLIN' HUSH HUSH.I'd be lying if I say "I feel much better" after our phone conversation.I'd be lying if I say hearing you call yourself a "fucker" didn't break my heart.I'd be lying if I say it wasn't difficult for me to wear my heart on my sleeve and pour my insecurities out to you.Adding it all up, it seems the situation would have been better off if I'd lied.-Everytime I yearn for

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HOPE THIS FEELING LASTS, THE REST OF MY LIFE.Usually, the first thought that comes into mind when I wake up is, "Shit. I'm late." Not today. I woke up (late as usual), but with an agenda. I washed up and changed into running gear and started with a slow jog down the stairs and to the park. Now I'm back and I've decided that Sugarcult's 'Memory' makes a good running song.And I've also decided that

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IT'S ONE OF THOSE SONGS YOU'LL PLAY ON REPEAT BECAUSE IT COMFORTS YOU.It comes to you when you least expects it; and you think to yourself, "This is it." Then, some unforeseen circumstances comes along and yanks it rudely out of your reach; along with your dreams and hopes now built around it - just as unexpectedly as the opportunity presented itself in the first place. And you think to

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80 by 80.It's been so long. The idea of painting again has got me quivering with anticipation.

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THE CHARMING ONE WHOSE BIRTHDAY FALLS ON 1ST DECEMBER.If I had to write down the name of the person responsible for the smile on my face each time, your name would fill up the book.-I should be so lucky...to have you.

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BABY, YOU'RE THE BEST PART OF MY DAY.2009 was great 'cause that's when I got you.Wonder what 2010 has got in store for me?

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SOMETIMES YOU'VE GOT TO SACRIFICE THE THINGS YOU LIKE.This blog has been overwhelmingly quiet; neglected. December has always been a busy month. In the weeks that has gone by, I celebrated the soldier's birthday (along with many other December-babies), survived my mid-term tests, met up with some friends (not as many as I'd love to) and had a full-fledge Birthday Party.I never got around to jolt

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SINFUL INDULGENCE(S). This Mocha Baby ...or this.

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RAINBOW IN A SYRINGE. MANY SYRINGES ACTUALLY.If each coloured syringe represents an emotion, I'd have the ability to choose how I want to 'feel' simply by injecting myself with it. Wouldn't that be nice.

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THIS IS JUNDA TYPING HERE FOR BELL...This is my house.I love my house.I love the trees.House loves me. My House!

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YOU'VE HEARD THIS MORE THAN A THOUSAND TIMES;but nothing's gonna stop me from saying it over & over again.1 more week; 7 days;168 hours;till I see you again.

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PRISSY, TIRED & DEPRIVED OF FOOD, SHOPPING & BOYFRIEND'S HUGS.Upon reading this "forewarning", it would be wise to clear the path and steer out my wrath.But nooo, somebody just had to do a dance on my last nerve. I'm surprised I was able to bite my tongue and hold back the things I was dying to say. I know my anger often reveals me as a spoilt, insensitive 'bitch' who's best at shooting people

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OFFICIALLY MISSING YOU, NG JUNDA.It's been a billion months since I last wrote.It's official, you know I'm missing you.

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FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE."SUPPLIES."

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SCRUMP GRUMP.As long as I don't think about it, I feel okay.I'll be back with a happier entry tomorrow because this aside, there are happier events.

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LOVE SONGS HAVE EMOTIONS BLEEDING OUT OF THEM.“ 他霸占了你的心中属于我的角落。”Chinese love songs are so poignant.

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YOU'RE THE ULTIMATE, YOU.I love it when you make me laugh while riding in the rain.

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ASKING MUCH, NO?Yet another cryptic entry because there's too much to lose when I try to be totally open and honest. So, this entry serves as a prelude to my (hopefully) last paper. I have a sickening feeling there's a supplementary Micro paper with my name on it though.Last paper...then what? Work, work, work. However I'm determined not to let work suck the fun out of my month-long holiday this

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WHO SAYS ONLY MARY HAS A LITTLE LAMB?I was brewing up one helluva storm here...until someone went to spoil it.HOW TO STAY ANGRY NOWWW.Argh! I'm in love, all over again.(:

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HERE, ME SCREAM.Bulldozed into the examination room this afternoon, thought I was late (not knowing I was merely 2 minutes past reading time). All you could hear was silence and the occasional rustle of crisp, freshly printed papers. I sat down, picked up the pen and furiously started scribbling my admin number unto the paper and then, "I SAID NO WRITING!!!"I literally jumped in my seat. Had I

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SUNBURNT SOLDIER;"我 一直都想对你说你给我想不到的快乐。"

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CRAPS, CRAB CRAVINGS!Sawatdee CRAB (Khrab)!"In life we have dreams; in dreams we have fantasies. In reality...I just flunked my Microecons paper and I have a sudden, intense craving for Black Pepper Crab. While we're at it, let's throw in Salted Egg Yolk Prawns too."Yours Truly.

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UP, UP, AND AWAY.Rides to school and rides to work. Mt Faber and Labrador Park. R6 and XL. E-mails and snail mails. Lunch visits and Soldiers in Smart 4. Hugs and kisses. Surprises, surprises, surprises. You. These are some of my favourite things.I cried buckets during the movie UP but it was such a sweet plot! First it got me yearning for a kind of 'forever', then it got me missing my dad. And

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WATCH THE WORLD GENTLY SPINNING OUT OF TIME.& watch the goddamn spiders spin webs of lies.I do have something to say, more than one. Lots of things in fact; but they're all in my head. Somehow, I find myself on the brink of the worst type of feelings. Can't. Let. It. Out.I've nothing to my name but a little yearning. Maybe speech and writing is not the best way for me to communicate my

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A very apt song describing my thoughts and feelings towards Nic. It has been this way right from the start, and somethings never change.疼你的責任每次妳任性時說的一些話妳知道那有多傷人嗎但我頂多只氣個三分鐘吧最後依然體貼的送妳回家有時想如果我不是一直讓妳也許会懂得學著體諒但是我完全無法硬著心腸做得讓妳有一點難過失望總覺得有疼妳的責任要妳是最快樂最單純的人因為妳讓我的心變得豐盛原來不奢望的變成可能總覺得有疼妳的責任讓妳做最輕鬆最自然的人我想不遮掩也是一種信任愛得瞭解包容 才算愛得完整

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CURRENT LOCATION: GLOOMYVILLE.Yesterday my satisfaction AND happiness percentage was 100% when the boyfriend showed up unexpectedly. Today it plummeted to rock bottoms cos not only is he still unwell, but chances of seeing him are slim. And I'm dreading that he has to book in and be on duty the day after tomorrow; which means I won't get to see him until after two weeks...which happens to be my

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FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE.Magnolia Oat Milk. Checked.Koi's Ovaltine Flavoured Bubble Tea. Checked.You know how those characters on Sims have their happiness and satisfaction level measured in percentage? My satisfaction percentage is now 50% cos two of my cravings have been satisfied (by Passion, no less), now we're just one boyfriend short of 100%.Maybe I don't have H1N1 afterall. Maybe it's

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QUARANTINE CRAVES AND RAVES.The big joke has ceased being funny. I think this whole 'home quarantine' thing is getting into me, driving me up the wall and will sooner be the cause of my death than the illness itself. And the whole irony of me "resting" at home are get-well messages like this: "Hey Bell, drink lots of water ok? Get well soon! Rest well~ Oh & by the way, you have to do this..& this

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DON'T BREAK MY HEART, AND I WON'T BREAK YOUR HEART SHAPED GLASSES.I'm feeling bad,For upsetting you.I'm overwhelmed with sorrow;If you can't forgive me today,May I hope for tomorrow?-I want nobody, nobody but you.♥ you, Mister Junda Ng.

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EAT GRASS & CARDBOARD.First it starts with fever, then sore throat. So I went to the doctor's and got some medication and thought I'll be in the pink of health again before long. But nooo, fever came and went, to a point I couldn't stand it any longer, I went to the doctor's again only to be determined that I have H1N1 (early stage, so hold unto to your seat, don't go scurrying to your family

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They have Mongolia Magnolia (Hahahaha! Thanks for spotting the mistake lyn! Predictive text was on. I'm blogging from the phone!) Oat Milk at Biz Park!!! Woohoo! Kevin looked like god when he came over to me with a packet of it. Yay!!!-On a not-so-happy note, the boyfriend's running a temperature & I'm all the way in school. Not that I can be of any help but ugh. I wish I was a nurse. I'm screwed

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WISTFUL.Work is hot hot heat & blistered feet.& mini waterfall of perspiration down my cleavage.Bearable work is blasting The All Amercian Rejects on the speaker & sneaking away to blog.-Did you think that I would cryOn the phone?Do you know what it feels likeBeing alone?I'll find someone newSwing, swing, swing From the tangles ofMy heart is crushed By a former loveCan you help me find a wayTo

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THROW UP YOUR ARMS INTO THE SKY, YOU AND I.The restaurant has been experiencing a tremendous influx of guests, thanks to the "Power of Media & Marketing". And typical Singaporean If-it-appeared-on-tv-then-I-must-try-or-risk-losing-face kiasu-ness.**Model Example: Typical 'cheapskate' family who dined at the restaurant last night. " You could be so lucky, lucky, lucky, luckyyy~!" Considering how

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MY ARMS WON'T FREE YOU; MY HEART WON'T TRY.In the few days that I was gone from the cyberworld, I:Spent time with someone I ♥ .Got a spanking beautiful new helmet. (mine, mine, mine! woot~)Painted both my finger and toe nails.Dyed my hair a deep shade of Burgundy.Point 1 & 2 fills me with happiness that threatens to ooze from my pores. Point 3 leaves me almost close to disgust cos of the poor "

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Who has had the honour of having four hot soldiers (only one is hot, actually) in Smart 4 dining with them in the middle of the day?I have, I have, I have!!!-:DI can die happy now.Eventhough the food was bland & your 'hor fun' sucked.

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WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR T-SHIRT ON.Puntuality has never been my virtue but today was the ultimatum. I broke the record with an atrocious (not 5 seconds nor 5 minutes) 5 hours late record. Hahaha! Terrible + horrible + hopelessness. My conscience is gnawing at me, yes. Especially when the shopping partner waited without so much more than a "Your babe is pissy" comment and so patiently picked out

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700 MINUTES TO WRITE A 2000 WORD ESSAY.That gibberish was derived from two separate issues; a new 700 minutes free talk-time plan and a 2000 word essay due...later today.They're a part of the list, things that I missThings like your funny little laughThe way you smile, or the way we kiss-I really, really miss that someone."Damn you, H1N1! I totally, absolutely hate, hate, hate you!!!"

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ONION.如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心你会发现 你会讶异你是我 最压抑最深处的秘密如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心你会鼻酸 你会流泪只要你能 听到我看到我的全心全意I like this song. I think I understand the lyrics but I don't really. Can someone please explain?

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HOW DO I GET CLOSER TO YOU WHEN YOU KEEP IT ALL ON MUTE.Transformers "transformed" to become no Transformers. :(Revenge of The Fallen? Revenge of those who got confined more like it.3 weeks.1 day down, can't be too long.

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In my language, he's so totally won me over. ♡

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LOVE HURTS, LOVE SCARS, LOVE WOUNDS, AND MARKS.I'm so pissed now.I feel like kicking you till your guts spill out.I feel like screaming till your ear drums burst.I feel like punching you till my knuckles bleed.I feel like doing all the above but I know I won't, the minute you apologize. -I'm young, I know, But even soI know a thing, or two I learned

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BAMBI SYNDROME ON FULL-FORCE! SHUTTERBUG ON THE LOOSE.I have a lot to write tonight and I'm gonna try to do it in turbo-speed (while I guzzle home-made barley) and press 'Publish' cos I want my beauty sleep and if I don't get it down now, I never will. Already as it is, half of what I'd wanted to say earlier had already been forgotten soon as I got off the phone.Disclaimer: I only had 3 hours of

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I always jumble up my typing. I mean to type 'Soldier' but it always comes out as 'Solider'.

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SHUT UP & PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS!THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR WAKING UP IN VEGAS.Merely first day into my two-week holidays and I'm already dreading the end of it. Two weeks ain't enough!!! Put aside the occasional complaints, life's been good if you ask. I saw the girls, whom I christened 'My Wondergirls' (since I got my sexy, suave red phone!) last night and boy, did the twins bring the

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CHEER UP, YOU MISERABLE FUCK.THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE.There are at least 8 people I know whose birthday falls during the month of May. And mostly people I hold dear to my heart, too. Oh, my poor bank. First Ee ee, then Cheryl, then the TWINS, then Nart and last of the lot, my most precious baby girl's 1st today! :DHAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY KHO TYTY!(pronounced "Tai

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BONEHEADED MISTAKE.Totally random: Mr Feng Calls me "Little Cooking Master"! :DI'm more of a Cooking "Monster" though.I need to sign into student portal for some work. I left my metric card and thumbdrive at work. My password's on the card.My work's in the thumbdrive. Put two and two together? I'm dumb.In another news, Night at the Museum 2 is worth every cent of your $6 or $7.50 or $8 or $9,

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WALKING IN A CROWDED STREET, LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY.STARE AT ALL THE FACES MAKING UP THE CROWD, MAKING UP THE CROWD.An e-mail from Hazel sparked off this whole series of 'research' and half an hour later, I'm greatly affected and feeling disorientated because I'm THE 13th zodiac! I'd been a very happy Sagittarius for the past 21 years and suddenly someone tells me I'm not a Sagittarius but actually

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DIG THIS:THIS IS THE 20TH ENTRY;IT'S THE 20TH OF MAY TODAY;IT'S THE TWINS' 20TH BIRTHDAY.The coincidence is almost creepy.You ladies are in for a treat on Thursday! It's our what, 8th year(?) of seeing that same 'annoying' face but we still love you girls as much, if not more. (:-Dinner with Joshua was fantastic but now I feel FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAAAT.In fact every morsel of food I put

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TIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED & __________.A shocking and disappointing revelation.I would be lying if I say I didn't feel a thing.

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STUPIDLY, DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY.'Singapore Pool hunting' at Bedok Interchange proved to be rather fun.So is eating at a crowded, smoky, sweltering hawker centre.So is being the object of your endless, merciless teasing.So is ad hoc grocery shopping.All that despite the insane urge to yawn every 3 seconds; nasty eyebags that I tried to conceal behind geeky glasses and smudged eyeliner.It all bores

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FOR WELL YOU KNOW IT'S A FOOL WHO PLAYS IT COOLBY MAKNG HIS WORLD A LITTLE COLDERThings have been hitting the fan. Assignments, work, school, work, assignments, more assignments, projects. It just keeps piling up. Despite all the hours spent at work, I'm in the red with my finances - haven't cleared my hanging gale for months. After I do so, I'm going on a trip. By myself.-I said, "my heart feels

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My ankle hurts & I'm so drained out; I feel like isolating myself & having a good cry.

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WHAT USE IS IT TO YOUWHAT'S ON MY MIND IF IT AIN'T COMING OUT.Second week into school and my body feels as if it's ready to drop dead and disintegrate into a million little pieces. My nose is already halfway into the process of dropping off; it's even turned an unnatural hue of pink! My throat hurts, I sound like Donald Duck, my temperature fluctuates, I'm bleeding down below and it feels like

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HAPPY.I'm counting down to the 1st of May.

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WE WON'T HAVE IT KNOWNTHAT WE OWN A TELEPHONESleep on it: Why post something on a public domain if you don't want the public to read?Because deep down inside, we're all disgusting attention seekers craving for people to notice.-Change of layout, check.Nope, I'm not feeling the least bit 'inspired' nor creative.I merely deleted the old template by mistake stupidity. Re-creating the skeleton of

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BUSY WITH BEING BUSY.Today was of tossing bed covers off because it was too sticky to sleep in.I've got a story for you:Stolen Swimming Culinary.That gibberish above is derived if I were to take the first word of each individual "happening" incident.01. I got my hand phone stolen/got into a brawl/got myself scrapped knees/got phone back.02. Went for a swim with Nart (finally!). Got a more

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