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Find another place to feed yer greed. Sunday, June 27, 2004. Just stop, i refuse to hear anymore of it. Speculating is my game, gaming is merely a past-time. Yes, single-child families produce strange offspring. There really is a difference btw completely trusting someone,. And being totally prepared to be disappointed. Sometimes they merge so well, its hard to distinguish which is which. Unintentional ambiguity merely a built-in precaution. All it takes is a single trip up. Top ten pet peeves? Its a spe...
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Sunday, October 17, 2004. Feeling demoralised and tres laide. The shards of glass tht come flying in yer direction are always from the most unlikely individuals. Entranced by the magic of hypnotism and its soothing after-effects. Sometimes the illusion of euphoria brings more sorrow than genuine joy. Its always the insensitive pricks who are immensely sensitive . the paradoxical nature of the entire situation actually becomes strangely humourous after some time.
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Saturday, August 28, 2004. We're all more interested in pple's private lives than in our own - feeding our empty souls wif information derived from the blog entries of others and watching the day-to-day lifestyles of celebrities on television. entertainment and recreation no longer come from the simpler things in life . My only escape from the gates of hell. too dramatic? Everyone (plural, ladies and gents). Outta concern, outta being inquisitive, whatever. my co...
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Friday, November 28, 2003. Mar the Ripper strikes yet again! Birth date: 17 Feb 1986. Birthplace: Glen Eagle's Hospital of Sunny S'pore. Current Location: Hmmm, at the lower left corner of my cluttered room. Eye Color: Hmmm. Hazel brown? I'm not quite sure. Hair Color: Well, unevenly brown. Heh, personal hair-dying gone wrong. But i THINK i've grown. Teehee :). Righty or Lefty: Rightyyyy. Zodiac Sign: Water-bearer. Aight in other words, Aquarius! Take a shower everyd...
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Wednesday, December 31, 2003. Lemme lay it on the line. I hate having to adapt to new circumstances. Hmmm imagine life wifout sms. A single beep of the fone can be like a small shot of ecstacy. The anticipation. the much thot-abt replies. Gives me strange sadistic pleasure to observe such victims. Wad u now possess may cease to satisfy in time to come. Its scaryyy how things change in the blink of an eye. Time to say gdbye to yet another yr gone by. What did I expect?
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.:: when we rise its like strawberry fields.
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Friday, April 29, 2005. Pics fer yer viewing disgust (pleasure). Gnarled at 4/29/2005 10:42:00 PM. Thursday, April 28, 2005. Friday the 13th on repeat. After all the talk of bad luck and what not,. I unknowingly booked my driving test on. None other than friday the 13th of may. Some vile and perverse fiend somewhere is practising voodoo. On a little figurine he has dubbed "marissa". Cue the confetti and balloons please! Hold yer horses . Day after day than do biz ad.
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Sunday, May 30, 2004. Strictly fer yer amusement. but most importantly, dedicated to the beautiful BITCHES! My 16th bday (2002) - i look like someone's mother haha. Top row (l-r): sab, me, vern. Bottom row (l-r): vickie and grace. Sometime later in 2002. (we happen to like tht neoprint machine as you can tell). Top row (l-r): me, vic, jin. Bottom row (l-r): gracie (getting strangled by me) and vern. From left-right (in the furst pic): vic, me, vern, gracie. Spent a r...
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.:: when we rise its like strawberry fields.
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Thursday, February 26, 2004. I feel like a pubescent amateur all over again. Time warp, flash backs n all tht jazz. A lil rusty in dealg wif the emotions of others,. And considering the feelings of someone other than myself. Friends aside of course. Back to square one. You noe how sometimes yer talkin to someone,. N you totally miss their pt n go rambling on. In response to what you thot they'd said? Humour at my expense, heh well at least i make you laugh fer once.
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Tuesday, September 28, 2004. Todayyy ( think thts what its called). not bad actually . one of the best jackie chan films i've ever caught. not much of a fan, but i guess i sorta am now. Sch wuz just slack as fuck, wif good and bad news being dispensed. not tht it really matters rite noww . same old same old. Lookin forward to yet another wasteful day in sch. the only thing left to entice me is probably the fact i missed out on roti prata today. zombies galore. K anyw...
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.:: when we rise its like strawberry fields.
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Find another place to feed yer greed. Thursday, March 31, 2005. Can you say, "ROAD TRIP"? Am totally psyched abt my trip up to kl tmr nite :) ) ). On sat morn to watch a coupla races. Then shop shop shop till i drop. And all this with my favourite person. To think i was worried my dad'd never agree. It hardly even took much convincing! The ultimate scam artist strikes again. My devious little plans always have this confounded way of backfiring. But not this time. This is wayy trippy. Oops i'm a day early.
