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~Wen Pink- Born to Love~: My Encounter with Horny Boi & Karuna- Part 2
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008. My Encounter with Horny Boi and Karuna- Part 2. The exam is finally over but I'm not happy. I didn't do very well for the 2nd paper. It was harder than I expected. Right now, I just hope that I can get at least a C for that paper, rather than failing it and having to study AGAIN for the supplementary paper. Anyway, I would like to thank those who have constantly reminded me to study, study and study whenever you guys see me online. Thanks :). Where did I stop? Nice eh this pic?
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the word blog.: Sexual Harrasement
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Jan 20, 2013. You took advantage of my loneliness with your lustful knife. You touched me such, even your handshake seemed slimy. And then you whispered in my ear, said “try me”. My screams that night were shriller than a fife. But that wasn’t enough for them to see red. Or to stop you from pulling me to your bed. The world just told you to take me as your wife. They couldn’t understand pain as raw. They hadn’t been torn asunder by your lusty claw. You took away my dignity, my pride, my life. This is a F...
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~Wen Pink- Born to Love~: April 2008
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008. This is me before the show starts. Sam Lee Sen Jie? Did I spell it correctly? Owh well, he was here in Malaysia last week. My mom likes him so we all went up the Genting hill on Sunday for a bloody few hours just to see him and came back down. Jennifer's parents were kind enough to drive us all there . *Jennifer is my brother's girlfriend*. This is the tix for the showcase. She showed me this? Me: Hahaha. What is that lah? Me: And that's the ONLY pic u took? I just realised tha...
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~Wen Pink- Born to Love~: My Encounter with the Horny Boi and his mate, Karuna!
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008. My Encounter with the Horny Boi and his mate, Karuna! Early in the morning of a beautiful Sunday, erm. no. it was actually already noon by then, when I got ready to go back to my hometown- grandma's house. Was actually spraying on the DKNY perfume and realised it actually matched my outfit for that day! So I camwhored with it for a bit. P/s: this pic is dedicated to you. Try guessing where my hometown is? Come on, it's not that hard :p. She cried because she was sad that gra...
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~Wen Pink- Born to Love~: I Celebrated Xmas Yesterday!
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Thursday, December 4, 2008. I Celebrated Xmas Yesterday! Went to celebrate with Zoe and friends. Zoe is the Xmas Girl! Tied in a big red ribbon Wakakaka XD. Went to eat Sushi King to celebrate Xmas. and look at Zoe's date for the night. Pls also notice the sweetness and happiness on Zoe's face). I made an oath to never forget Inari for the rest of my life! Zoe's date WAS SO MEAN! And I revenged with this yummy Japanese pancake! I personally think that she looks like Joey Yung in this pic). Alex Lee: Hey ...
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the word blog.: Ramayana as told by Hanuman
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Jan 20, 2013. Ramayana as told by Hanuman. Found in a furrow she was, my Goddess mother,. By the king, the man who craved a child,. And yet, the reason for her birth was another. My Lord conquered the greatest jewel of all,. The most precious heart of my Goddess,. When the massive bow of Great Shiva. My three deities, in the forest, did time spend,. Changing homes all the way to Panchavati. The Noble, they did befriend. That Evil Demon took away my Goddess,. In a heat of rage and senseless revenge,.
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the word blog.: "The Last Copy"
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Jan 20, 2013. Jules looked up. Her glasses seemed like they were contemplating suicide off her cliff nose. I shuffled nearer, making my best puppy-dog expression. She must have gotten used to it by now, though, because she immediately went back to her register, making those little ticks against the book names. I hopped onto the table, sitting right opposite her. There was no way she could pretend to ignore me now. I was in her face. Literally. She sighed as she stared at me. Then, she sighed some more.
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the word blog.: March 2012
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Mar 16, 2012. Hold me close to you, don’t let me go. Hold me like everyone else is my foe. Hold me forever, till my last breath. And hold me beyond, beyond my death. Promise to never, ever let go of me. 8216;Cos we’re branches of the same tree. And my life relies on yours to be. Just like the waves do on the sea. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.". 8212; Anne Rice.
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the word blog.: "The Trap"
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Jan 20, 2013. Splashing water roughly on her face, Jahzara looked into the mirror. Her eyes travelled over the bloodshot eyes, the mismatched cheeks, one scratched beyond recognition and the other flaming red from the many blows, and the cut lip. All covered with little droplets of water. All a testament to the acute horribleness of the recent past, to her terrible ordeal. Since how long had she been like this? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8212; Anne Rice. View my complete profile. Ramayana as tol...
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the word blog.: The Life That Was.
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Jan 20, 2013. The Life That Was. An image so subtle, almost indiscernible,. And yet, branded in my memory forever. Clear like a scene from reality,. Hazy like the uncertainty of a dream…. The swirling splashes of colour,. The breeze that felt almost real. The wings that were my flight. The music that was my heart. And the face that was comfort. It was fantasy… my fantasy. Abstract to the artist’s brush. Filled with lines for God’s pen. An alternate world, where I was me. A world where I was happy. But so...
