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Pure: confessions
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Friday, October 22, 2010. As i get older, though i am ever more disdainful of emo kids, i continue to be as emo as i was when i was a teenager. I hope there is no god and judgement day so that all my closely cradled secrets do not have to be known to others, but if there is none, i regret that my story will die with me in the grave. My life so far is a meaningless cipher. I want to make you cry. I promised you I would. Yet I haven't done it yet. Links to this post:.
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The Story of a Fishball
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Monday, May 29, 2006 @8:56 AM. Been rather busy the past two days or so with packing. I haven't sat down and properly studied in a long while. And I will have only three weeks or so to cram for midterms, because I doubt I'll be able to study much during PUS. Am rather excited for later, especially meeting my teammates and playing icebreakers. Okay, sounds stupid but I've always enjoyed playing IB. Such that it shines through? The type of goodness that is just natural and innate? The type of goodness you ...
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The Story of a Fishball
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005 @6:56 PM. I love Maths, I love Maths, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE MATHS! I'm trying to psycho myself here, because I read this newspaper clipping about filling your mind with positive thoughts and allowing it to reap the positive thoughts that I have sown. Am I making sense? I can only hope I get a decent grade, like 40 . I hope I get an E. Yes yes, hope hope hope also no use. But I am putting in some effort here! Or at least, I think I am. I have actually stopped fantasizing what I w...
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The Story of a Fishball
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Friday, March 31, 2006 @6:29 PM. The dark grey clouds, pregnant with contained rain, cover every square inch of sky, and the overcast sky looms over the uneven horizon. Ominous, dangerous. The wind is a fierce gale, sending the leaves dancing to its frenzied tune, and it whips my hair across my face, and raises goosebumps on my skin. Am utterly disinclined to go back to school tomorrow to retake the MCQ test for Economics. I am such an imbecile. Why on earth did I get 12/20 and not 13/20? Why the fuck ar...
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The Story of a Fishball
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Saturday, September 30, 2006 @3:16 PM. I need sleep. I need sunshine. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the haze, maybe it's literature, maybe it's history, maybe, maybe, always maybe. There is just something very very inherently wrong. Friday, September 29, 2006 @11:38 PM. My mosquito bites are killing me. The thing is, I don't even see the damn mosquitoes anywhere! Thursday, September 28, 2006 @7:12 PM. Can we all say, "Finally! Please tag away and fill up the lovely new tagboard. :D. So Today will go do...
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The Story of a Fishball
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005 @10:25 PM. I'm crushed. My hopes, dreams, desires have all been cruelly crushed like they were a worthless pile of. broken glass. Why is life so unfair? WHY MUST JIANYI FALL FOR XIAOQIAN? SHE IS IRRITATING and WEARS TOO MUCH MAKEUP and HER STUPID ACCENT IS SO GRATING! WHAT IN THE WORLD DOES MY CUTE, KIND JIANYI SEE IN THE LIKES OF THAT DDONG! I want to kill him so badly right now. My poor Yoyo, abandoned and cast aside. T T Life is so frigging unfair. Die everybody, die!
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The Story of a Fishball
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Thursday, August 31, 2006 @12:14 PM. Awesome, I woke up at 11:23AM this morning. We had our GP prelims yesterday, right smack in the middle of the week. And I'm positive I screwed my essay component up. Whatever possessed me to choose the question I did, I will never know. Damn stupid lah! I don't know if I'm referring to myself or the question, probably both.) But I realised that I really need to start reading stuff on general world issues and whatnot. I could never regret coming here. Till the next time.
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Pure: men in the evening
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Tuesday, August 03, 2010. Men in the evening. I wonder if you see me. Surely you must. My eyes dart all over the people at the coffee shop as I sit alone; I have no book or newspaper or tv to hide behind, I am plainly looking at the others here. I am hoping to start a conversation with a stranger too, I suppose. You feel it when I look at you. I am the man in the evening, I wonder if you see me. Posted by pure at 7:24:00 AM. Links to this post:. In the summer there was l...
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Pure: who are you
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Friday, September 10, 2010. I ask myself that every now and again, and creep up to the mirror to check the answer. the answers are getting more and more dissembled. Posted by pure at 10:00:00 PM. Links to this post:. One year of dislocation. can you make a story out of that? I hope so. this is my story, this is my quandary. View my complete profile. Men in the evening. Men in the afternoon. Jehanne Darc, La Pucelle. The same song over and over. Monkey is not a colour.
