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Thursday, April 30, 2009 previously, it was 'fever' 10:50 AM i've been referred to as many things lately: sweet, cold, barbarian, the perennial doormat, whiner, the one who drinks the most (the idiot who came up with that clearly is what he is), etc. but this ranks as the funniest of all: n.e.r.d. and i am not referring to pharrell's act. pssh. i know very well why i've been branded as such. you see, normally.. i come into class, not bothered with whats going on. don't give a hoot who i am sitting next to. throw out a battered stack of module documents. dig out three highlighters- pink, green and yellow. and listen. and colourize the otherwise bland material. and listen some more. and bolt out the door as soon as the lecture is over. ask me over lunch what went on during class, and i'd most likely reply with a : 'ha...?' that was then. but this is now. it is sophomore year. need i remind you. this year counts. so it came as a surprise (or shock however you choose to see it) to some- while others couldnt be less bothered- that i have managed to make myself invisible for the past 30 days or do. one joker thought i had died. for real. the friends i have........ i am fighting temptation. and i have done well. so far at least. zili can't tell me off anymore. jeat need not ask me what is it that i think i am doing. ah wei shall no longer express his disapproval. and neptune... so much for pot calling the kettle black, can call me biatch a little less. which is good. shaz is working. not nerding. god no. just doing work. like she's supposed to. i give nerds a bad name. x this year, like every other year where i sit for something as important, a theme song plays in my head. for the entire duration of say.... 10 hours worth of scribbling? give or take... i wonder what it would fee like not having one year when i dont have to worry about having a paper to do... this year.... it's this one: stars when you shine you know how i feel scent of the pine you know how i feel freedom is mine... for all those times i seem to have neglected you, i'll make up for it. <3 x three
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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 |