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Thursday, October 02, 2008



Time: 7.44pm.


Supposed: The Box at Sweeney Todd screening


Coerced: Li Ka Shing Library


Activity: Mugging Business Processes OPIM201


Mood: Terrible. Upset.


Unintended: Helping a Minnesota student called Lucas with BP.


Mood: Weird. (i thought the gold haired ones were way smarter than me)


Can I really take in all that hurt? I asked Shar if I could stand up ever, again. I asked the Lord to give me strength, and I remembered I asked many times. I wonder if he ever heard me through my anguish. Ru stroked my hands countless times ever since we studied in the university. She must have known about my pain, because now her strokes are much gentler and her eyes turn soft upon looking at me.

I think people saw my facebook statuses. They probably wanted to say more than hello, but I didn't give them the chance. I look at the many couples on the train, in campus, on the bus, I wonder if they're happy. I wonder what would they do in my situation. And I can't find any comforting answer.

Is there something wrong with me? Is it my errorneous judgement, or is it the human heart's tendency to be fickle towards novelty?

Maybe, I'll take so much longer. Maybe forever, this time. I am challenging my level of tolerance.

Where can I find what I need? How can I dilute the intensity in my heart? Do I really care about the answer since life is going to be like that, anyway.






it's Thursday, October 02, 2008 now


scatter the petals





runaway doll
this.is.my.forlorn.book.of.spilled.crimson. Athena
generation scorpio 1986
dreaded smugger undergrad
hymms: lisa ono/clazziquai/timbaland/mayday/F.I.R./fish leong
scriptures: virginia andrews//dogs//hollywood gossip//shopping at brick & mortar and clicking online
aisle: cafe with caramel and chocolate//savannah rhino pool//esplanade by the river
tea: cheesecake//donuts//ice-cream//bread pudding//brownies//crumble


people
  • adele kang
  • shar
  • ping
  • rong
  • tiff
  • ru
  • steven
  • georgia
  • best
  • honboon
  • cheewee
  • alvin
  • marilyn

    veil and ring
    lasik surgery for nearly blind eyes
    Brown leather school bag
    GOT IT! Escada Moonsparkle
    eat dessert at Canele
    Blue polka dot bikini
    DID IT! dine at PS Cafe
    concealer
    vintage tote bag
    gold ballerina flats

    archives
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    resources
    brushes x x
    image malljclay
    skin slayerette