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Friday, February 13, 2009 not ready to make nice. 7:35 AM i hate superstitions. period. but this year, this day happened the same way it did last year. well not the same way, but it annoyed me just as much. the previous friday the 13th, i was driving out of the usual massive jam outside of taylors, and my brakes took longer to kick in. i had to yank the handbrake and spit a nasty row of profanities at the almost-accident. nay, traffic collision. 'because accident implies there's nobody to blame' per Sgt. Nicholas Angel, Hot Fuzz today, i left the house at what seemed to be the crack of dawn, in an attempt to make it to the moots on time, or better still, early. but lo, the mother of all jams had me waiting on the freeway listening to ian and jj. the shoes i chose to wear this morning were not made for walking. halfway through the day, i was already in pain. i saw something, twice, and it brought intense pain. of a different kind. sat at farbucks where my baby, my lifeline, went dead. had to knick the farbucks guy's phone. drove home and started tearing up midway. dont know what's gotten into me. and arrived home without something, which i left at starbucks. called the guy. that same fella. who now thinks that i have a thing for him. spiffing. friday the thirteenth. not funny. never was, never will be. x i do not understand people lately. honest to god, i dont. one thing i've learned from mum is that no matter how bad things get, they can always get worse. this covers a wide range of shit you get thrown from every possible angle, but what i mean to say is this: treat people with respect, and you will get some in return. if you have zero tolerance for anything which you regard as being beneath you, then you're the loser. not the fly you're ever so willing to swat. the things i've seen the past couple of weeks were childish, unecessary and downright rude. i am an observer. and i hope, for your sake, there won't come a day when my usually quiet, indifferent self is replaced by someone who will be more than happy to put you at your place. patience is a fucking virtue. learn it.
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the writer 
shariza abdul saniisland girl | mark your calendars july fourth | dreamlover | once an ardent kopite | pro-procrastinator 4 1 1 singaporean, born and raised; living in a home away from home. comes with a warning; said to be bipolar. 'it is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly know it.'- rabindranath tagore 
juice - grad school... my girls; my loves 
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graffiti she wants: - a nikon d90; - to turn back time...; - to see dirga putra; - a new tub of bronzers; - more memory space... (in her head...); - john mayer. chronicles Apr 16, 2008 Apr 17, 2008 Apr 19, 2008 Apr 29, 2008 Apr 30, 2008 May 4, 2008 May 7, 2008 May 9, 2008 May 15, 2008 May 25, 2008 Jun 6, 2008 Jun 13, 2008 Jun 20, 2008 Jun 26, 2008 Jun 29, 2008 Jul 10, 2008 Jul 12, 2008 Jul 17, 2008 Jul 31, 2008 Aug 5, 2008 Aug 30, 2008 Sep 1, 2008 Sep 10, 2008 Sep 13, 2008 Sep 24, 2008 Sep 26, 2008 Oct 7, 2008 Oct 8, 2008 Oct 9, 2008 Oct 13, 2008 Oct 16, 2008 Oct 21, 2008 Oct 31, 2008 Nov 5, 2008 Nov 6, 2008 Nov 14, 2008 Nov 16, 2008 Nov 17, 2008 Nov 21, 2008 Nov 24, 2008 Dec 28, 2008 Jan 27, 2009 Jan 30, 2009 Feb 4, 2009 Feb 6, 2009 Feb 13, 2009 Feb 17, 2009 Feb 21, 2009 Mar 1, 2009 Mar 14, 2009 Mar 30, 2009 Apr 30, 2009 May 2, 2009 May 5, 2009 May 11, 2009 May 21, 2009 May 22, 2009 May 28, 2009 May 30, 2009 Jun 1, 2009 Jun 10, 2009 Jun 18, 2009 Jun 22, 2009 Jun 24, 2009 Jun 26, 2009 Jun 29, 2009 Jul 6, 2009 Jul 8, 2009 Jul 27, 2009 Jul 28, 2009 Aug 1, 2009 Aug 14, 2009 Aug 18, 2009 Aug 26, 2009 Aug 29, 2009 Sep 1, 2009 Sep 9, 2009 Sep 10, 2009 Sep 17, 2009 Oct 21, 2009 Jul 8, 2010 Jul 20, 2010 Aug 2, 2010 Aug 14, 2010 Aug 18, 2010 Oct 6, 2010 Oct 9, 2010 Oct 27, 2010 Oct 29, 2010 Jul 19, 2011 dear diary..... afdlin shauki anwar ibrahim dinesh nandrajog dirga putra kantawibawa divya balakumar esther wee jack johnson jillian lim john mayer joshua bakir nuing k.s. ‘chaoz’ chen kristine lee larry king leena darshini lilynn seah michelle lee mun onn lai neptune loh patrick teoh priscilla leow sergeant roy steven ng vivian tan william nee xh ong yasmin ahmad yuffie hani zili tay saints of sinners cat in a bowl coach n much more  oh, popsicles! shopaholic's den life in law school now when you're dreaming with a broken heart the waking up is the hardest part...
you roll out of bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe
wondering was he really here? is he standing in my room?
no he's not. because he's gone.
when you're dreaming with a broken heart. the giving up is the hardest part
he takes you in with your crying eyes, then all at once you have to say goodbye.
wondering could you stay my love? will you wake up by my side?
no he can't. because he's gone.
now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand... do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? baby won't you get them if i did?
no you won't.because you're gone.
when you're dreaming with a broken heart. the waking up is the hardest part..... the epitome of beauty |