Sunday, August 30, 2009 2:01:00 AM
lovemebutch
So I had fun today, though I looked like I needed tons of sleep. Break-fasted at Chai Chee Restaurant just now, place was great if-you-know-what-ah-mean, and the food was just simply great too, was rather full even though I ate a little. Took the taxi to Esplanade, caught Love Me Butch's set which was superb, bodysurfing fun habis!
Man Utd won, capping off to what was a really good day. Sorry Arsenal fans. Heh ^^V
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Saturday, August 29, 2009 4:14:00 AM
notion of reality
I must train my intuition. I must trust the small voice inside me which tells me exactly what to say, and what to decide. I should be willing to take risks and make things happen instead of hoping things will happen by itself. I need to get back on my feet. I need to be me.
I don't know how to start off, I can't stop thinking. Weird thing is, I don't even know what's making me think or what I'm thinking about. My mind's clogged up, its like there's a huge traffic jam in my brain. Maybe I'm just tired, maybe I need to find a place to get away from everything, even for just one day. Troubles aren't permanent, I should keep telling myself that from now onwards. God, I'm so caught up.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009 3:06:00 PM
we conquered
4 days of fasting, I think I'm starting to lose weight. It's good I guess, I've been dying to lose the fats in my tummy cause being boncet is not very nice. Trust me, I have friends who love to tease me if they see my bulging tummy.
Jamming later on at 5.30 with NRFTW. Hitting the studio tomorrow for recordings of the second original. I have a feeling that I'll not be fasting tomorrow cause the recording's gonna take a long time and its gonna be tiring, exhausting, the works! Heh heh!
Weekends prolly gonna be packed with plans. Might be break-fasting with my classmates on Saturday and on Sunday, I'm going to Baybeats after work, so just meet you guys there! (Y)
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I'm caught in thinking whether this is a rabbit or a cat. Is it a hybrid? I'm not sure, whatever it is, I can't stop going awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! ^^
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Sunday, August 23, 2009 12:52:00 AM
passionfruit delight
“Six billion of us walking the planet, six billion smaller worlds on the bigger one. Shoe salesmen and short-order cooks who look boring from the outside - some have weirder lives than you. Six billion stories, every one an epic, full of tragedy and triumph, good and evil, despair and hope. You and me - we aren’t so special, bro.”
— Dean KoontzI shall stick to short stories for now.
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009 2:02:00 PM
as good as it gets
Thanks to those who cared. Your kind and comforting words really mean a lot to me. No use fretting about it all the time but my only hope is for things to get better, and only time will tell.
I wish I have a hamster just like that with its feet up, falling backwards, and still chewing on a nut on the palm of my hand. Cute little thing like that is hard to come by =D
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009 11:33:00 AM
tears will run
How could you be so heartless? You don't know what my family went through just so the wedding would go smoothly. You being the head of the family doesn't mean we would have to respect you, well I don't. You just lost all the respect I have for you for the scene you created. Blaming someone for something he never did? Making up fake stories? On and during my sister's wedding? Shame on you. I despise you so much, for throwing your fits of rage at someone just because he's not part of the family. This is my sister's wedding, and the shitty scene you and your daughter pulled brings shame and embarrassment to our family. Don't ever think you're the only one with feelings at that point of time, then what about everyone else? I swear, if it wasn't for my patience, I would have break your face already. How dare you tried to attack my Mum? You've already hurt my family enough, how dare you? My mum's deeply hurt, and it just breaks my heart to see her cry, my mum didn't even want to fight back, let alone try. I don't know how my mum's able to swallow things up and pretend things didn't happen. I swear, I just hate you so much. My family hates you so much. Enough with your needless lies, no use asking for your forgiveness if you're gonna hurt us again. My family's been through enough.
End of story. Don't ask how I feel right now. Tough week.
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