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the night is pretty young.
its 2.14 in the am.
why am i still up?
i have to fake a smile tomorrow for teachers day at 7am,
going back to my secondary school,
to prove to people that my life is better than theirs,
and I'm hotter too.
and that is why i have this mask on my face,
while typing.
call me vain,
but its just reassurance.
don't roll your eyes at me.
my kidney is hurting a little bit.
why.
i don't know.
like as if there's a little leprechaun poking it with a needle,
giggling in laughter,
dancing round my kidney,
poke. poke. poke.
is it cause I've been eating chocolates for dinner?
should i blame my new fridge in my room?
or should i blame gluttony.
or maybe i should shove the blame up my ass and shut it.
wow.sudden randomness.
with slightly reddish eyes.
and half-working brains.
my PowerPoint slides are not done.
how am i going to impress the China students.
do you think Oprah Winfrey is pretty?
i think her smile is beautiful.
but she paid like maybe 1.2 million for it?
and i think she needs make up.
loads of it.
for being a great woman she is,
she needs it even to sleep.
hm mm...
Britney spears is bisexual and dating her 'soul mate'.
a girl.
so what's new.
the opposite sex seems to not attract anymore.
sometimes i wish to be young again.
being 18 is hard.
i want to be 7 again,
when all i care was who can(not) run faster.
which is me.
that is why i was in the track and field team.
but smoking made me run slightly slower?
a pace or two.
I'm cutting down.
so much.
and if i turn fat like this one day, please tell me. i love you.
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pics
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school is boring.
drawing makes me feel like grinding my ass on a cheese-grater.
i cant take it.
bottles after bottles.
ugly pots after ugly pots.
i wonder if my pencil point are sharp enough to kill me.
hmmmmm....
but i still do wanna win a CROWBAR AWARD.
yes, i think im good enough.
 some ugly specimens.
and an old dried out coconut.
dad came back from the land of the Chinese. He bought some cool gadgets.
even though the buttons are damn annoying, i snapped hot pictures.
yes, yes, applause.
school's killing me. and those feelings too. crap. im a dead man.
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HEY LU!
i know you have been bugging me for quite sometime.
but i want to make it official and special. so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! we had an advance birthday party for you, with heinekens, chivas and 2 bottles of vodka that made us dance with a stranger in the club with a black umbrella like some cheap slut. BUT THAT'S OKAY! its your birthday! i mean so what if we got stares and all that! its FINE!!! its SHALU'S BIRTHDAY! we might broke a few glasses here and there! but still there were loads of love! your birthday is so special that Mother Theresa, is maybe having a slice of her birthday cake in heaven with jesus while watching you dance to rihanna's. and the sun and moon collide with one another just to have ECLIPSE to appear on this very day. its a special day. but all your Ghandi advices NOT NEEDED! thanks for lending me your shoulders.
  
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let me have a spin, round the world of voyages. let's clear the midnight air, with my rhythm, of silence. oh breeze take me away... thee shall be there. thee will be. still.
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saturday
i bought a fake rose.
i was supposed to dip it into the clay.
but i didnt.
it was suppose to be painted bright red.
but i guess pitch black is a more suitable colour.
i left school halfway through.
i was staring into total oblivion.
and as my vision clouded,
i sat by the river side,
in my realm of doubts.
its weird.
seconds, minutes, hours.
things changed.
from the perfect,
to the intangible to the touch.
its hard to be platonic,
when feeling creeps around.
its easier,
easier for not me.
im not looking forward, to meal time. im not looking forward,
to anything .....
im dwelling, again.
why...
i hate yester-day.
i love yester-night.
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god love all flowers, including the wild ones growing on the side of the road. god just have second thoughts about weeds. a dirty green weed, me. im an irritant. sorry.
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irritation
i skipped class today.
stayed home.
IRRITATION is a funny thing.
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monday
Indonesia.
a beautiful place of nature.
till when it shall remain,
only the hurting mother nature can tell.
Let the children scream and play, where slippers cover their feet, from those unholy glasses, shattered.
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i am pissed with myself and the fucking world. slit eyes are nice. i hate controversy. i hate to be broke. i hate thinking. i hate you.
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friday
sometimes people need a break. from the hectic world. maybe we need to crack some weed. i want to go Amsterdam! its legal there. but they gonna illegalised it, i heard. WHY! our only slice of heaven on earth. let's fly there together. and then we pretend to be bob marley, with a stoned face and fake braids, and sing to red red wine...... just cut us some slack. the world is so full of ambitions, fast pace action and demoralising controversy. people are just people. some release their stressful cannonballs in their head by maybe, prancing around like a slutty princess, repeating, reflections by christina aguilera,with an umbrella and a fake wig like rihanna's,some fake boobies like pamela'sthickened and over-glossed lipstick like angelina jolie's 2 blabbers of wonder on her face, but their fat booty stays a definite origin like beyonce's.that is such a TRANNIFIEDway. dont get too engross. it kills. ''im telling you to loosen up my buttons babe''
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thursday
i'm late every single day for school.why am i acting like one diva....wake up. you have balls in your pants.vanity are all not needed.but that's what virgorians do.we are perfectionists. but insecure stupid vain people that worry to much over small little things.virgorians can have pretty high maintenance. at times.but they're loving creatures.too bad, we're psycho.today is a Thursday.an auspicious day for the mats/meenas.and hungry ghost festival for the cheenas.it just slam-bang one another.beware people.some red dressed woman or pontianak might be dancing in the moonlight, going to double O tonight. cause its free entry.and its 3bucks per shot. i mean why not. but water is added in the cheap alcohol. you need to spend like 15bucks just to get high. might as well head to St James or something.my legs are itching.stupid mosquitoes.why can't they be like vegetarian or something.feed on sap juice of the turnip or cucumber.i think god have his/her own reason(s) for the creation of those nasty cold-blooded blood suckers; to irritate the crap out of humans, so that they will curse and swear more and blame people for not closing the window or buy baygon spray, and create more sins for the blames and mindless quarrels, just so that there's more people to occupy hell. i love my random theory.
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im taking a break from drawing.
to type.
i just realised that i'm bored of drawing.
sometimes i dont know what i really like.
i mean, life in general.
i have goals of course.
no, not to have a shuttle bus and have 12 kids.
shut up.
whats with the judging people.
why am i such an insecure person.
why do i have schizo.
why.
i want to go to the museum.
i want to see artefacts.
the history is a wonderous place.
i need some OOH(s) and AAH(s) in my life.
Singapore is boring.
why do people take pictures with all those squint, smirk, twirl, purse lips, whatsoever.......................
why do i bother.
im not gonna marry them.
shut up fucker. shut up.
stop your daily whining.
stop being a whore for a minute.
dont show those ugly veiny forehead.
oh please watch this.
it made my bladder burst and i bought a new one from daiso.
twangers, twangers, twangers.
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feelings are just bitches in disguise.
screw those cunts.
lick them.
it might moan.
45 seconds.
it doesnt move.
froze like a popsicle.
melts like tears.
hair of the genius.
said to be a cure.
no, not imperfection.
the fragrance is an absolute.
it has a great depth.
those things i like.
just doesnt seem to rhyme no more.
like eyes of the eagle.
it fascinates.
in this lighted place.
flickering flames,
and so does passion.
lies are me.
living in a great distance afar.
from the smiles.
smiles from the great.
greatness of the truth.
and phase of emotions.
running free like a wild horse in the green fields.
its golden tail shimmered of light.
so rich,
just not like my beliefs.
speak to me.
spoke.
spoke for more.
the dream of a prison.
to have saint.
to have saint,
is to achieve perfection.
sunrise.
to be gone.
sunset.
its fogged.
as so is my way.
where am i heading?
secrets.
never lie.
i have secrets.
it just leaked.
from my head.
to my heart.
goodbye means love.
a new meaning.
of dry waters.
to think that me is well.
im not,
but you are.....
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sunday rain.
i was out till late yesterday.
why did i played the ouijia board.
she told us that she's 9 years old, killed by her dad, with a parang.
she spelled p-a-r-a-n-g and d-a-d.
freaked me out.
i hate playgrounds now.
goosebumps are all not needed.
no more, no more.
my balls shrinked a little bit.
my brain is like not functoning.
i kept on staring at randomness of the moving world.
i remembered, we laughed so much.
laughed at jokes that we joked about.
laugh laugh laugh, makes your skin glow.
good sex makes your skin glow too.
i swear, you virgins should definitely try.
why do i sound so bimbotic.
fuck myself.
i remembered i lied to the prata man.
he told us that there's no more plain prata.
they dont make it anymore.
what lie.
i saw stacks and stacks of raw eggs by the side of the stall.
probably they ordered too much eggs.
want to clear the stocks before it goes bad.
so they have to lie that they dont make plain prata.
so i lied that eggs makes me itch.
and i lied that i have allergies. to eggs.
and i lied that im a vegetarian.
and then i got my 2 joy of plain prata.
but it backfired.
he said ''you vegetarian all cannot eat my curry ah''
i said ''okay''
so he gave me a face and also some sugar to coat my lies with.
and each time i tried to dip some curry from my friends plate,
his bitchy eyes stared like some whore from geylang lorong 16,
while flipping the egg prata,
and at times, some sweat dripped.
that's the secret.
extra human salt. yumyum.
i love plain prata,
but the lies, not so much.
my room is squeaky clean now.
admiring it.
if only..........hmm.
let's not get sexual here.
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-12
oh ikea clearance sales turned me on.
i bought a black and white striped carpet.
hmm..my kitten seems to like it though.
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-12
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-12
im loving the sunday rain.........
i miss clubbing,
i miss town at night,
i miss my freedom,
i miss my old friends,
i miss my new friends.
and i especially miss those time.
the time when i ran around so fast,
i got so thirsty,
my mother will be there to pass me my box of soyabean drink.
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what's with me and raging hormones?
can you just chill with the s to the e and to the x.
life is like a dog sniffing the other's ass.
it just stinks.
thank god virginity still rules.
what!?
its a damn cold night.
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stupid
im hating this place. why is it full of those.
fuck! such irritants to my brains! hurting slashing it like a mother fucker.
oh i hate all of you. STUPID! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i just want to cry out loud.
you are like the MOST IMMATURE, UNKEPT, OVERBEARING, BALL OF FAT CLOGGING THE PATHWAYS AND DIRTY SEATS, HUMPING ON DEAD HOMOS HOPING THEIR DICKS WILL HAVE SOME PATHETIC OUNCE OF ENERGY LEFT HOPEFULLY TO GET YOUR FUCKING FIRST ORGASM CAUSE YOU ARE SO UGLY THAT YOUR MUM REGRETTED GIVING BIRTH TO YOU. YES SHE TOLD ME.
i hate you.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.................................................
Okay hi.
anyway,
i hate mrt rides. they sucked.real bad. do you know how many old people are there in singapore. no its not that i have no fucking consideration to give up my seats. sometimes, they dont know what the fuck i've been through the whole day that i just need to rest my tired ass. no not cause i've fucked too much. but cause the day is just a big mother fucking asshole. you know how fucking kiasu Singaporeans can get. they will fucking RUN to the seats. and if there's an old person without a seat, they will stare at the younger generation, some 18 years old maybe, namely me maybe, expecting to give up seats for them. but why........... im only human. and if i dont, and if some others gave theirs, they will give this sarcastic look of disgust as if im inhuman.
just like this, with the flairing of the nose, balding hair, and everything else that is a repulse.
i mean. GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.
stop with the judgement. cant you tell by the tired look, dry skin, yellow eyes, skimpy dressing, zits popping up, that i need a fucking break.
maybe i just need to get laid.........................
you know the worst part is to be with someone with odour.
i mean in the same place. public, transport, YES.
havent all this people (also from different parts of the world) ever heard of something called
DEODORANT!
i feel the world will be a much better place if human beings care to use a cheap bottle of this.
world peace, cause bad smells gives me headache.
and its much more WORST when the smell of cheap beer lingers with the smell of sweat and odour.
god. please. spare me a clothe peg.
and the smell reminds me of clubs.
now after they've get rid of the smoking in clubs, now that there's no more smell of lighted fags, the ODOUR takes the place of the smell.
cause they club so hard, dancing to the beat, sweating like a mofo, maybe their deodorant not applied or wearing off. i'd rather breath in smoke of fags and die slowly.
i just love my country, they comes out of all the perfect brilliant rules. =)
oh ya! HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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food.
i need to get my life on track.
stop the late nights please please please.
priorities....
WHERE IS IT!
place it well.
play things right.
dont be another screw up,
like them.
oh yeah, happy belated birthday to shamini, and huiyi.
sorry yi, kinda tight this month, heh.
anyway,
i joined the twenty-one year old for italian at a place called, al forno.
authentic cuisine. the fresh caprese, the pasta cooked in al dante perfection,
sufficient basil, the nice olive oil embraces the white wine and of course the seafood.
but the formaggi is simply too much, for me at least.
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
vongole, i love.
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
oh yeah, 2 cakes.
no wonder im gaining.
tiramisu is a killer.
should be there mabs! =(
we would have kill the weighing machine.
and later we had some arabian pipes.
i read bout it that its far worst than smoking.
its much more harmful.
but still!
we held it with pride and suck the inside out of it.
the things we do for relaxation. i guess.
well at least it tasted like passion fruit.
oh ya, i have 2 of those pipes at home.
feel free to ring me for a smoke.
and of course, its not free.
i kid, i kid.
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
OH, she joined us to get a good suck at it too.
happy 21st, sham.
speaking of food,
we indulged some jap.
at clarke quay called zen.
and of course courtesy of the all-so-very-fabulous, amanda.
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
Shot with W810i at 2007-08-07
i tried to snap a picture of them as if they're in a cute little japanese cup.
oh well.
you rock, hard, mandy.
i need to stop stop stop stop stop stop, skipping classes just to satisfy my eyeballs!!!!!!!
GET A GRIP! GO TO CLASS!
IM MAKING COFFEE MY BESTFRIEND!!!
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dog
fuck. hatred builds up. people should just be people.
why am i such a repulse, to you.
and the society.
my life is a dog!
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