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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 9:43 AM
date: Saturday, April 21, 2007
Off t study with Shah at Bukit Merah Macs (where else?). :D I know, typical place, but the motive is t study and not the asthetic value of the surroundings. The most important thing is, there is food nearby! I made my first Milo by myself yesterday at the library, albeit the fact its an 3-in-1 mix, but still. :D I need someone t teach me Trigo asap or its off to Y.O's office on Monday. Concentration in class, is just something so hard t do. I got a short attention span, whatever. I rather draw/sleep/build freaking sandcastles in the air. Am I already a lost cause or what? Because when its gone Molotov Cocktail, I need you, cant you see? You cant, blind fool. :/ Whatever, random post. Notice the contrast from the starting t the middle.
(P.S I dont like being a on-the-way-t-being-a-lost-cause)

Hmmmmm, if Shah or Sankari is reading this. (HAHAHAHHA)
Omgosh, we were talking like assholes ytd at Bukit Merah, with all these loser codenames and codewords. What M lah, what C lah. :D Y'know what y'all girls, I cant be bothered. At one point of time, I was. But no one appreciates good ol' care and concern? So nothing t see here, Exhibit 125 is boring, move on to Exhibit 126, oh boring, move on t Exhibit 127 and so on. Let people make babies, let people get murdered, let the world rotate on, into oblivion.


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