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Monday, April 30, 2007

sitting in the train

all alone this morning.

for the thousand and one time i was:
spacing out, nose feeling sour, eyes feeling wet.


(Crystal be strong, you're on your own.)
where're you?

11:46 am


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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

My Heart Hangs By The Thread

in your hands.

You seem to have totally taken over me,
devoured my senses and physical/mental coordination,
and left me handicapped yet abounded.

My mood is in your hands.
You're the reason I'm laughing effusively,
the reason I'm crying my heart out,
the reason why I'm taking in deep breaths and grin myself silly.

My fortress is in your hands.
It's in them that i can bury myself into,
in them that I can be myself,
in them that I seek refuge and feel strong.

My alleviation is in your hands.
Hold me tight and choke me,
it's ok because it's the closest I can get without melting into you.
Really, it's the best remedy there is for shit that happens.

My immunity is in you.
No one out there can hurt me anymore because I know I have you.
Assuage is an understatement.

My fear is in your hands.
One small move, one tiny gesture,
I can go crazy insecure (and diffident),
paranoid that I might lose you.

My heart is in your hands.
Take good care of it,
for hardly anyone manages to get in touch with it.
(You're doing good right now.)



EDDIE, I LOVE YOU. i really do.
Happy 1st Month <3

it's in the way you look at me.


12:40 am


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Friday, April 20, 2007

The Girlfriends


RECOGNISE THIS? (;
Yes darlings, so I got myself very busy lately but hey hey hey!

I MISS YOU GIRLS so meat up soon ok.
(and this includes Terkey Fuckerette Tan.)


3:20 pm


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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

LITTLE MISS PEBBLES

THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU.

So maybe my reaction on the day I received this gift from you wasn't as you expected. BUT BUT BUT! It was all due to the shock from the blood and all. How could anyone be too excited in a situation as such? So sorry to disappoint you with the lack of screaming, but I LOVED IT REALLY REALLY REALLY <3

Guess what people, this sweet boyfriend of MINE liaised with my mom and when I got home at 12.40am on tuesday, I opened my wardrobe door and saw this:





This lovely bag in Wanderlust that I've been eyeing since forever. It's a whopping 300 buckeroos la! PLUS, it's the last piece.
So the story goes like this:

Last thursday = Pay day
Rushed to Far East straight from the station after work
Rushed home afterwards to hide it
Was supposed to put hide it in my house on Saturday when I go out with Wei How and all
In the end I didn't go out
Continue hiding it in his house
Went out with me on Monday after school
Hide it at my house before he went to meet me
Went home with me
I went to change
you know the story.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
This is like LOVE LOVE LOVE can.
He named it for me:

LITTLE MISS PEBBLES <3

4:40 pm


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Monday, April 16, 2007

as i said

in my other private ranting space, I'm looking back at many things that happened before the boyfriend and guess what?

With all that amount of drama going on you'd have thought at least a hundred days went by but really, it was merely 30 days.

In 30 days I have:

- stopped smoking
- given away a little something very precious that i've been keeping (on audrey's birthday!)
- broke out of shit and staying away
- found myself the boyfriend
- or more like really REALLY fell in love


I have to admit though.
Looking back at posts in the other blog, I feel like I have seriously overestimated my maturity. I thought but I didn't really think. Many situations were handled in a rather immature way that I would never have done if I were a little more sober.


Drunk, I was.
But that's ok, you'll keep me sober.

Although I look back, don't mistaken me. I don't regret.
( well maybe a LITTLE cos seriously I would rather have known you earlier [= )
I just look back at the shit hole I fell in to, survey the surroundings, and learn how NOT to fall back into shit holes as such.



i love you boyfriend



9:32 am


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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

so you'd rather i cough in your face

Diseased and confined.

Yes that's what the boyfriend and I are currently, although I've pretty much recovered and so has he under my special remedy care. *winks*

Was at TTSH yesterday since he was covered, (not that it made any difference to a non-civil defence person aka me). Singapore seems to have been taken over by this epidemic judging by the amount of people in the queue sporting the same lethargy from the same fucking flu. The freaking queue took 1 hour to move 18 numbers down and we were 30 numbers away so waiting time to see the doctor took like, 3 hours. The doctor just emphasized us getting the flu from each other. freaking himbo, i wonder how he passed med school back then.

Entertainment is luxury in a wretched hospital as such, but we managed to find it after all.

What else did you expect us to find in a hospital?

So we had fun cam-whoring in the walkway with tonnes of passer-bys glaring but who cares? Fun was more important. Besides, we were just being considerate citizens so why give us the look as if this mask is so offensive? (as my mask says, I'M JUST BEING NICE.) I bet those who glare are those idiots who usually sneeze/cough without covering their bloody damn mouths.

Walked to town from TTSH after we were finally done (yes with the mask still on). The amount of stares we were getting escalated as 2 idiots walked hand in hand through town behaving as if we were celebrities dodging paparazzi.
I had to admit, we looked hot together. HAHAHAHA.




THIS is my idea of a fun day off.
(although taking care of you at night wasn't SO fun especially when I've never took care of anyone sick before. HAHA! I know you love me.)


5:06 pm


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Thursday, April 05, 2007

what did i do

to deserve you in my life, you say?

Well lover, you're the answer to my prayers.
The one I've been in search for all these time.



That question should be mine to ask.


12:01 am


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