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Sunday, July 01, 2007 :. Mars VS venus VS my fist. Women on the other hand, provide me no sort of entertainment. Unless entertainment to you means listening to Linkin Park whilst clawing out your eyeballs and replacing the sockets with lime halves. And salt. And maybe a dash of acid. The High Pitch Bitch. You know those squeaky hoes with the Doraemon-sounding voice? Because I care for people and animals. I'm a saint that way. Some call me an angel from the Heavens. Others, simply worship me. One time whe...
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Saturday, March 18, 2006 :. Little girl hello, girl. Little girl plastic girl. Little girl misplaced girl. Little girl tired girl. Little girl puppet girl. Little girl broken girl. Little girl tragic girl. Little girl forsaken girl. Little girl waning girl. Little girl goodbye, girl. Another emo-ambient rambling at 5:25pm :. Saturday, March 11, 2006 :. I listen to hindi music just like you! Was emo-ing to Damien's bathtub suicide music. Read a SMS from my favourite Smashing Pumpkins fan. Back then, it wa...
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Thursday, August 24, 2006 :. That means you copy what people write issit? Getting a new job is quite a bitch. There are so many fucking things you have to go through I swear I'd rather be a full time prostitute. Wait, that's the same thing as working in Creative. Stage 1: The Convincing. And then proceed to type out your resignation letter whilst chatting to your friends on MSN about how much work you've been given that you have no time to chat on MSN. Stage 2: The Regretting. And songs of praise echoes ...
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Sunday, March 09, 2008 :. What happens when you lose control. I got caught in the rain. I ran as fast as I could but every step splashed more rain water on me. Of course I only realised this important piece of information once I arrived under the shade. Like trapping moisture is going to help warm you up. My, my, aren't we a little hostile today? I glared at her. "It's a wet day. Can't you see I'm the fucking sunshine bear? I didn't know au naturale meant naturally ugly.". A few hollers pierced through t...
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Saturday, July 22, 2006 :. Whatever happened to careless laughter? These days all we do is hesitate and filter. Whatever happened to the senseless drinking? When we never had to justify our thinking. We'd sit by the pavement. Talking, laughing, abiding to nothing. We were under the fireflies. You read me Edgar Allen Poe. As I slowly closed my eyes. Of escape to instant holidays. Meals at faraway places. Our worries we laid at bay. It's all written here. Stop blaming the beer. When we were near. Bitter sh...
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006 :. Eleanor rigby meets nowhere man. A group of people lay before my eyelids. None of them seemed particularly familiar, but their presence knew me for years. They each had matching faces that didn't stand out even if a bright yellow spot light surrounded a singular face, the type you'd dismiss as easily as the brown sparrows that hop across the pavements everyday. The air in the room was grey and thick; and it smelt like preserved food. Around me the unappealing people kept talk...
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Thursday, August 30, 2007 :. Because all that mattered was that the sun was up. As the jumbled words swirled in my mouth, I stared at you because I wasn't quite sure what to do. Pretty soon it unceremoniously turned into a competition to see who would speak first. "What time is it? I was so overwhelmed when I won that I completely forgot to answer. And then you turned to look at me through your groggy eyes. But I knew you didn't need the answer. Because all that mattered was that you and I were awake.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008 :. Real jobs are for losers. So anyway, I've been in and out of jobs the past seven months. During August and September, I was helping my mother ware her gypsy goods. My customers were:. 1 Arabian cunts who want a discount for every fucking thing. They'd pick something up, ask me the price, then say "Last price? I'd grit my teeth and give them a couple of bucks off. Then they'd say "Too expensive! I see this half price in Chinatown! My mother steps in and handles them. Killjoy.
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Monday, February 18, 2008 :. Sweetheart, since today is Valentine's,. Could you make it extra fine? Worry not, a brat I certainly am not. You really won't have to spend a lot. I won't request for promises aplenty. Either way your words rarely tally. Oh dear, I didn't mean to make you sound vile. Sometimes my mind wanders off a mile. I don't need favours or a home cooked dinner. Though once in a while I wouldn't mind either. I won't ask for great sex- - wait, what did I say? So tell me I'm beautiful.
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Friday, May 12, 2006 :. My throat pain already lah! After you make him do it about 200 times and your mother would make you watch the Yellow Submarine movie because "ENOUGH OF JUNGLE BOOK ALREADY. I'M TELLING YOU IF YOU IF I COME HOME FROM WORK AND I HEAR THAT STUPID SNAKE SAY 'GO TO SLEEEEEP' ONE MORE TIME, I WILL THROW THAT VIDEO TAPE AWAY! And that's how you came about to liking oldies this day? Yeah, that kinda story, except that was MY musical story, and also my abused childhood story as well. Let m...
