radical feministe

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58045412011-04-22T09:39:11.598+08:00radical feministean epic of something so beautiful.hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.comBlogger2071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1098369978064174462004-10-21T22:42:00.001+08:002004-10-21T23:58:56.470+08:00prodigy.

spinning to the lindsay diaries-hold. guess what. i've another blog. this, is getting too public. however still lives on. i hope. do ask me if you are fully acquainted with myself. i will tell. or gag me to tell. bah. bye. you wont miss me.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1098359237549418952004-10-20T19:36:00.000+08:002004-10-21T21:30:50.566+08:00friday im in love.

spinning to muse-butterflies and hurricanes. i am thank god-fully full. ooh; the food was helluva delicious.yummmms. as the day gets darker, the shadow gets shorter, the atmosphere gets colder, the anticipation gets the worst of me. heh. i am fragmented with the little itsy-bitsy pieces of excitement. so far, so good. nothing and i mean nothing can spoil the fresh blooming flowers. did i just

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1097915197123411932004-10-16T16:16:00.000+08:002004-10-16T17:02:45.420+08:00talk is cheap.

spinning to nothing. His hello was the end of her endings Her laugh was their first step down the aisle His hand would be hers to hold forever His forever was as simple as her smile He said she was what was missing She said instantly she knew She was a question to be answered And his answer was, "I do." Carrie: I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me. Miranda: So what, you're like a flystrip

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1097706012318268782004-10-14T06:18:00.000+08:002004-10-14T06:22:52.086+08:00nightmare.

spinning to maroon 5-sweetest goodbye be silent. be still. be silent be still. be silent. silence silenc silen sile sil si s .. be still.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1097048359124832732004-10-06T15:06:00.000+08:002004-10-06T15:39:19.360+08:00dilettante; me.

spinning to radiohead-karma police another episode of the superficially astounded. just the quietly fateful sound of pages turning from earnest beginning to inevitable end. simplifies the maximum absolution of the precarious pre-examination rush. three days away and still on an obsessive and compulsive television rage. even so. the mind is still engaged with a puzzle of staggering complexity.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1096739658935942542004-10-03T01:21:00.000+08:002004-10-03T01:54:18.936+08:00your my kamikaze.

spinning to radiohead-the bends words are expressions. expressions are feelings. feelings can be submissive, yet touches you at unreached places. without understanding its nuances, it becomes hopeless. the heart. so forlorn, so dignified. so fragile. so delicate. so weak. the shrewd-pointed-piercing arrow awaits. just like desolation. however when it leaves, hope appears. Hope; the white shining

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1096198644135657912004-09-26T19:36:00.000+08:002004-09-26T19:37:24.136+08:00pluginbaby.

would you rather be a happy pessimist or a sad optimist. o well. thats life. all screwed up and shit.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1096136725568276532004-09-26T02:04:00.000+08:002004-09-26T02:25:25.570+08:00sunday bloody sunday.

spinning to radiohead-thinking about you. so much for being on a hiatus. screw hiatus. screw revisions. screw end of years. screw you. im pretty much on a daze right now. im all high and dry. bahh. its 2 in the morning. im not sleeping but im smiling all night. dont ask. dont even try. well. went studying at the airport. sounds inconceivable but uhuh, i did. and yes, i studied. putting aside

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1096020730171294452004-09-24T17:38:00.000+08:002004-09-24T18:20:44.933+08:00blood is red.

spinning to lifehouse-take me away. i love the fullstop button. its my favourite kind of button (: i want to adopt the subtle art of flattery from someone. but then again, he/she is just too smart and lofty to even share. bah. i am aggravated and pissed and annoyed and angered with the fact that im not 16 yet. if you must know, resident evil:apocalyse is NC16. (i can hear gurgles of laughter

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1095864475756187802004-09-22T22:05:00.000+08:002004-09-22T22:59:30.540+08:00covetous.

spinning to celine dion-my heart will go on. dont laugh. i am obsessed with titanic. too obsessed if u must say so. "i'll never let go, jack. i'll never let go." "youre going to grow old... and have lots of kids..not going to die here. not today, not tomorrow." harhar. okok. i'll stop, people are literally shutting me up with titanic. sorry. really. i am not sick, not tired, not annoyed

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1095681635850861482004-09-20T19:41:00.000+08:002004-09-20T20:00:35.850+08:00coffee & tv.

spinning to rooney-sorry sorry. yummms. purple and black; the new red. gah. who am i kidding. equivalence to a pile of crap. i spend too much of my un-free time doing this kind of bullshits. but surprisingly it succumbs to me having a non-stress-free-kind-of-feeling. ive nothing to blab about with a torturous dready post; it is evidential enough. i should be studying when im not. that phrase

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1095532988574477922004-09-19T02:33:00.000+08:002004-09-19T02:58:09.026+08:00too wonderful.

spinning to placebo-every you and me. girl says. If you see me walking the road with someone else, It's not because I like his accompany. Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me. If you hear me talking about him all the time Its not because he pleases me. Its because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat. If you feel me falling with someone new Its not because I love him.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1095514003665272442004-09-18T21:24:00.000+08:002004-09-18T21:32:56.023+08:00prozac.

spinning to the verve-the drugs dont work. things to do before the end of year exams. watch resident evil:apocalypse. (even if it means pleading for free tickets.) prays that my computer crashes. (bites tongue.) its a love-hate relationship. finish off that scum-sucking malay budaya project. (ass malay.) peel off my chocolate-cream-covered dead skin. less chatting. (i can do it and you'll

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1095056276937271872004-09-13T13:54:00.000+08:002004-09-13T14:17:56.936+08:001001 bullshits.

spinning to muse-hate this and i'll love you words are fraught with countless meanings. my mind is deprive of wonderful-happy thoughts. i need them, some at least. i do realise i spend more time on my computer than anything else in the world. well obviously, realisation hits others before me. took ages for it to struck. i have no idea why im posting but i just feel like i have alot of things on

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1094904454116367152004-09-11T19:19:00.000+08:002004-09-12T00:08:42.840+08:00burn out.

yes i am back. we're all back. but before you start questioning how the whole camp thing was. two words; exhaustingly enjoyable. well. to me; it was more to the word 'exhausting'. i was prolly too tired to enjoy myself. but nevertheless, it was something that i can never-ever-ever-ever try to forget. nothing can take away the cramps, the pain, the mood swings, the stressful moments when all i

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1094399213436933662004-09-05T23:45:00.000+08:002004-09-05T23:46:53.436+08:00hiatus, baby.

bye. im off. to outward bound. miss me. not. xoxo

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1094231469759467082004-09-04T01:27:00.000+08:002004-09-04T06:59:39.113+08:00my musings.

spinning to matchbook romance-tiger lily currently waiting for my father to move away from me. it is really embarrassing to have him casting a shadow behind me while i type my 'inner-most thoughts and feelings'. he is probably looking right now. im paranoid. not. he is looking. this is not working. i keep having to switch to other windows every now and then. he. is. annoying. "ayah. ummm.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1093964544144884762004-08-31T22:49:00.000+08:002004-08-31T23:37:20.106+08:00teachers day.

happy teachers day and fullstop. since i have two very un-excited teachers at home; i feel the heat. hmmm? nvm. it was a great concert afterall. the best i presume. the opening was downfcukingright awesome. screamings were inevitable. for some; it was a form of annoyance. bah; theyre boring. standing ovations were a must. waves and screeches were encircled throughout the hall. with 'groupies'

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1093870782082900292004-08-30T20:30:00.000+08:002004-08-30T20:59:42.083+08:00bad bad karma.

spinning to oasis-whatever i believe in bad lucks. and silver linings. after coming to school with a scratchy throat and a non-sensual flu which just landed on me like an alien invasion the minute i stepped into the school compound; was futher deformed physically with an aggravating sore eye. a big blotchy big eyebag-lookalike kind of blain. it was mentally a scary sight and physically painful

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1093280558819037562004-08-24T00:36:00.000+08:002004-08-24T01:28:21.186+08:00last week.

i have been 'backdating' the pictures ive thought of posting. so; here goes nothing. our IPW project that we put up for the 'school'. placed right SMACK at the entrance. heh on saturday. went to BK for group study. as usual; other shits happened. syad used the videocam to shoot an obscene video comprising of 'us'. never realised that perverse side of him. (haa.) brought my digicam(with no

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1093234285401060292004-08-23T12:01:00.000+08:002004-08-23T22:06:29.730+08:00absentism.

spinning to senses fail-bloody romance the links are back to working conditions. finally i made the changes and stuff. whatever. so. i am at home. 12 pm. on a monday. which equivalents to being ABSENT. (no im not sick.) at 8.30 this morning; i got a phonecall from ama. apparently there were more absentism happening today. nora, yana, naz, hanan and mazuin did not come to school. which

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092930028880032402004-08-19T23:38:00.001+08:002004-08-19T23:44:25.776+08:00under construction.

spinning to takingbacksunday-great romances of the 20th century okay. the links are not working. i cant be bothered to fix it. yet. so; happy friday everyone.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092838755120442752004-08-18T22:10:00.000+08:002004-08-18T22:20:16.753+08:00misunderstood.

spinning to senses fail-buried a lie four days straight; i came home with a fatigued helpless smile. emphasise on the fatigue not the smile. well, anyhoo. in a nutshell; im super fagged. and its still not over yet. the malay debate shit is still tormenting my very self. do i have all the self-esteem and confidence needed to shove the opposition off? *no.* but who cares. im all up for it.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092578480867447592004-08-15T21:48:00.000+08:002004-08-15T22:52:39.026+08:00she will be loved.

spinning to daphne loves derby - makers and breakers i desperately want a life. one that when i wake up; will feel less traumatised. less paranoid. more loved. or maybe i already have one; just unnoticed. but. im not happy with it. spare me, god. and i have removed those dead links and added new ones. so if i circumstantially deleted yours; do inform me and not be hurt ok? because u

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092492946032426262004-08-14T21:57:00.000+08:002004-08-14T22:23:53.490+08:00fcuking poseur.

from an immature primary school kid to skating then to biking then to punk and now. guitarist. fetching isnt it? boo. a poseur indeed. a hot one. (whatever.) i missed out on alot of things in the process of growing up. while trying to appear as a responsible young adult; ive neglected the fun bit of being a 'child'. the defined meaning to be precise. but i hate being considered a 'child'. so;

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092389247315365912004-08-13T16:55:00.000+08:002004-08-13T20:23:39.570+08:00'sexandthecity'

spinning to starcrossed - ash 'sex and the city' is an impossible fixation; yet true. profoundly. as figuratively as the title may sound like; it is not all about sex. its altogether a comedy of romance, love and four women in their late-30s struggling their way through life in NYC. dealing from career, relationship, status and getting laid. am i adult enough to even watch it? actually no

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092225534306524952004-08-11T18:50:00.000+08:002004-08-11T20:06:56.043+08:00anonymity

you know sometimes when even telling someone their mistake or whatever, u have to do the gentle-because-i-want-to-help-you-as-a-friend and not the finally-i-have-the-chance-to-fcuking-open-up-and-let-everyone-else-know-about-it-too. because the choice of words u use are important. realisation hit me that probably the little things one does is taken to offence by others. even the small

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092132283932760842004-08-10T17:35:00.000+08:002004-08-10T20:32:16.600+08:00Hanna.

spinning to Oasis - dont go away when boredom overcomes; the internet takes a toll. after surfing countless websites on anything but nothing; i decided to type in my name. as curiosity niggled at me; the search results finally appeared. it came out more than 15 pages of websites with anything but the word HANNA. as obvious as it seems; my name is not common nor uncommon. but i am always excited

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1092067908131956252004-08-09T23:04:00.000+08:002004-08-10T00:51:13.126+08:00red versus white

spinning to dead poetic - tell myself goodbye happy 39th birthday singapore! (ok i have had enough birthday wishes to singapore. i think i wished it in my posts earlier? okok whatever.) you know i actually have absolutely nothing to talk comment post blog criticise complain share about? im sure u must've guessed it by now. and am sorry to waste too much of

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091971361058480822004-08-08T21:19:00.000+08:002004-08-08T21:25:44.303+08:00your my wonderwall.

spinning to mourning red sky - midst of loss have you encountered the supernaturals? i have; graphically. i have a confession. i love to deform, disfigure, manipulate, morph, distort, flex and deface all my pictures. boo!

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091878479190933262004-08-07T19:28:00.000+08:002004-08-10T00:53:06.503+08:00music aficionado

spinning to from first to last - secrets dont make friends spent an entire saturday releasing all those overdued sleep. did some serious song hunting; from all the website linkage. discovered some downstream bands that have really super great songs. such as thehurtprocess, dead poetic, dopamime, staring back and muchomuch more. it could also possibly be that im the late bloomer. as i ventured

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091808360626616852004-08-06T23:41:00.000+08:002004-08-07T03:11:14.046+08:00national humiliation

(ok. i just typed a long entry post when suddenly my computer screen went into darkness. and. pisses me off like never been pissed before. so. this is the second time. sick-ening.) a day that started out perfectly and profoundly normal; turned horrifying(literally) firstly, hydil was the parade commander. i couldnt help but head up to the front of the line and laugh at him. not because he was

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091703859661152152004-08-05T19:03:00.000+08:002004-08-05T19:04:19.660+08:00living dead.

i am depressed over. a living thing.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091541246834113162004-08-03T21:48:00.000+08:002004-08-13T16:00:50.550+08:00u bicht.

spinning to a static lullaby - the shooting star that destroyed us since i get my inspirations to post entries with music; lets relate them to the type of post i create. a mood genre. guess what? im sick of school. bye.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091454413416391332004-08-02T21:08:00.000+08:002004-08-13T16:00:09.996+08:00unread poetry.

have u really (like really really) encountered any of god's finest creations? well i have; unfortunately. he was an old memoir, but still acting like a plague thats affecting my immune system. causing an abrupt traffic jam in my slow-moving pumping full sized periodic pump(a.k.a heart. have u watched friends lately? okay sorry.) the annoyance it causes everytime the name is being mentioned or

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091376322213619122004-08-02T00:02:00.000+08:002004-08-02T00:21:14.296+08:00unfinished sympathy

spend my most glorious sunday cooped up infront of the computer doing the last fragment of our IPW project. the graphics crap. the tshirt and the album covers. this was the finalised album cover. coolness? no? smile and go. so the words are a bit blur as i tried to fit it here. at least it is still decipherable. okay. happy monday.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091105959852660392004-07-29T20:36:00.000+08:002004-07-29T21:01:36.573+08:00debilitated carnality

my title cant be seen from the post itself. and i am too lazy to figure how to. so. i dont think you even bother. so. whatever. im suprise with how often i am updating this sick-sick-sickening blog, its turning 'daily'. bad or good? good fer u, bad fer me. you do realise that after reading this, you'll gain nothing? nothing at all. 'cept maybe for the fact that i've prolly got no life. but its

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091034467650393922004-07-29T00:56:00.000+08:002004-07-29T01:14:45.496+08:00school. a drag.

i'd love to embellish myself with useful and colourful words .... especially when i have an english test tomorrow(okay no, technically today) with rumours that it will kill you with no mercy and serve its purpose to debilitate anyone who tries to pass it, just makes everything sickening. but its english, who studies? i mean, like seriously. its a language; unless you want to memorise the

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1091007032994148762004-07-28T17:25:00.000+08:002004-07-29T21:18:26.890+08:00passion froot.

passion froot; the new inspiration. no, seriously. i just ate the fruit. i love the colours. but this layout is still incomplete as i got fucken lazy after 10 minutes. so i'll just leave it for the time being, till i gather enough energy and adrenalin to complete. but whatever. in the mean time, bear with this unsightful one. oh god.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090916822727298802004-07-27T16:18:00.000+08:002004-07-29T01:15:34.556+08:00Hail Hitler

Adolf Hitler has an awful moustache. kinda like charlie chaplin. these men, they need help. like ages ago. no, seriously. but actually, all the germans and russians in the late 1930s have this tendency of keeping moustaches and beards. which make them look older than they already are. but i still remember Lenin as the cheeky-faced one. and what about Sun-Yat Sen, the

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090850255735731712004-07-26T21:57:00.000+08:002004-07-28T17:15:53.046+08:00a simple question

hurt me and bruised my confidence. and now im tired, (im forever tired) but i really truly seriously am. forcing direfully my dead state of mind to suck in any amount of physics. its full size capacity is obviously contracting. and my ca marks would be proof to my substantial lack of hardwork. im going down the drain. my marks are unbearable. my world's tumbling down like a concrete rubble and

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090685479886183462004-07-25T00:09:00.000+08:002004-07-25T00:11:19.886+08:00beachy road.

no its not beachy at all. my first time there. (so kental eh.) the rumours were true, it really is nice. a haven? nt exactly. it can be a pain in the ass. ive nothing much to say also. 'cept. im having menstrual cramp! nyeurgh.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090641894564989882004-07-24T12:02:00.000+08:002004-07-28T17:32:25.430+08:00pic o' me

loads happened this week. since im lazy to elaborate, enjoy the pictures. Singapore Youth Festival Arts Friday 23rd Movie night enjoy.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090410536304368512004-07-21T19:23:00.000+08:002004-07-21T20:03:04.430+08:00make me up

so the girls came over to do our ipw. took more than an hour to settle down and stop ourselves from laughing at every single stupidity (especially the 'nenek') but it was productive. it wouldve been better if not for the return of the super erratic bitch storming the whole household down, and causing everyone to jump off their seats. it was a terrible sight. but thank god the tension only lasted

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090329739844889352004-07-20T20:49:00.000+08:002004-07-28T17:33:10.040+08:00procrastination.

is the art of living. an insanely fun way to life. a trouble maker. an adrenalin force at the eleventh hour. in a nutshell, its normal and exhilarating finally made my way to lavender. finally. if it werent for my impaired hearing inflicted by my fathers constant naggings, i would prolly still wait for another month to make it. it wasnt excruciatingly long or painful or so ive heard to wait.

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090084811181483692004-07-18T00:37:00.000+08:002004-07-20T21:23:46.276+08:00letters to you.

you are afraid. you are stubborn, others almost gave up. however, they could never, but you still want them to. you are selfish and indignant. you think you know what you want, but you have no idea. you hate to admit. you wont even try. you hate talking about feelings, but deep inside your so full of it. you loved and yearned for a life without any commitment. but yet, you longed for it. you

hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883692417986808354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804541.post-1090063347499939802004-07-17T18:57:00.000+08:002004-07-20T21:24:03.090+08:00an escape from bland

people may still be misconstrued by the true concept of emotional baggage. of living with an oversized emotional problems. i always thought i would never have to deal with one. obviously, 9 out of the 10 things i say, eventually takes a toll on me. i have never been envisioned as a tender and sensitive person, it might be in the genes. with the constraint of never having a real family

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How to make a hanna Ingredients: 3 parts competetiveness 3 parts crazyiness 3 parts joyMethod: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little sadness if desired! Personality cocktail Go-Quiz.com I fell in love with this layout the moment i laid my eyes on. something simple and 'professional' and i love blogger's *new* image hosting. photo bucket aggravates

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*NEWSFLASH* ama has a webcam. now go bother her and try out her webcammie. very very clear u know. you can even see her doing bubbles with her mouth and the blue eyes. SHOPPING HAVEN. Bargain hunts You people HAVE to go to clarke quay's flea market. which is on EVERY SUNDAY. and they have these great bargains. like seriously. gotten some nike shirts, zara shirts, drawstrings pants, skirts,

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" calling someone fat, wont make you any thinner. calling someone stupid, wont make you any smarter. " Mean girls.

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Here I stand alone with this weight upon my heart And it will not go away In my head I keep on looking back Right back to the start Wondering what it was that made you change Well I tried but I had to draw the line And still this question still keeps on spinning in my mind What if I had never let you go? Would you be the man I used to know? If I stay, if you tried If we could only

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never in my whole almost-pathetic-cum-succumbed life have i been predominantly immerse myself in doing an essay more than a day earlier than the due date. (never.) it was pure gratification, somehow. i was intimately listening to my father talking (be greatfully surprise) and fairly very interested in the things i wanted to write about my father. his biography was our assignment. of the numerous

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as ive promised to replace those previous disgusting, low-quality pictures with better and clearer pictures that does not violate your eyes from straining. here la! im not lazy nor impatient. ITS JUST THAT. i cannot be bothered anymore and am sick and tired of waiting. (get me?) whatever. just click. the birthday present http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EegMWzlq3bNnwg¬ag=1 the SYF

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a magnanimous blocked nose. an incidental plight of sudden influenza. a boredom that no human has ever reach before. an abysmally sad love story. should never be tried on a school night. it will only boil down to sleeping with a blanket of wet tissues.

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it has been the most wonderful belated birthday gift ever on my birthday, the last thing on my mind was waiting for my girlfriends to wish me a happy birthday. but to no avail. i waited in agonizing torment. it was direful and i was dampened with the saddest emotion ever.(seriously) but i plastered a sickeningly happy face throughout the day(it was painful), but they still didnt wish me. i

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it is the twenty-ninth of June if u cant read numbers. well so. its a happy birthday for me. how sadistically pathetic and piteous that might have sounded like, it made me feel much better. thanks to all of them who wished me, a simple birthday wish would have brighten up my day. dont start asking bout presents because its even more pathetic. and i know there are like a kezillion other

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"... you have issues" on Monday. went jogging all by myself. t'was rather fun and diverting actually. from one end of the pasir ris park to the other. my cousin couldnt bloody make it. so i decided to just go alone. and i actually woke up early in the morning at around 6 or 7. had a very very light breakfast(crackers?) and then wore my track pants, shirt and running shoes. hah. all geared up.

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how was vacation? worst abstruse dreadful painful unspeakeable direful abominable shit fuck terrible grievous heartrending ..well this time i wouldnt mind my parents reading this. reality check. but then again, i should also be grateful to at least get certain things i have been dying to buy. with my own freewill that is. i am SO overwhelmed to be back in Singapore. all that time in the

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hah. being related to some people are just an embarrassment or annoyance. i will have a new blog from now on. a new site or whatever it takes to stop them from reading this. i know its a fucking blog but when it is being spread to my parents, its time to take actions. this sucks. big big time. im so besotted with anger, rage and fury and any word with the same meaning as them. gah. cousins can be

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a sudden memorabilia of old school sappy lovesick songs. i shall emphasize on the word sudden.heh. even my layout reeks off a certain emotional feeling. okay, no-no. im not in love or anything, it just feels good. i think. whatever. so my plan to start doing the projects and holiday assignments failed again. so what else is new. someone slap me, i am simply too lazy. gah. i cant help it, its a

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i finally got back into good terms with my photoshop. i am so intoxicatedly happy. i love i love i love this moment. okay. something new. something peachy. i suppose. well it all came about when i couldnt sleep(seriously, what is new) and everything else was boring. no one was online for me to annoy or get annoyed so i ventured into a world of my own. so i risked getting myself irritated and

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so there are people of whom i know that are born on the same days. like a bunch. happy birthday to my sister who turns older every year but never gets sick of partying and ziff my genius best friend. mbahah. i was out the whole bloody scorching afternoon. why am i even complaining about the weather when i was practically indoor all the time. went shopping for birthday gifts and tagged along with

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it feels so good after a revamp. of my room. i feel so clean. literally even. my room is now officially cleaned up. vacuum-cleaned. tidied up. arranged neatly and artistically. okay lets just say its not painful anymore to wake up in the morning. lets just say i had to clean up my room because my friends are coming over. heh. all my books are placed in one corner. the frayed long dishevelled

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the drill of being a pretentious individual is annoying i live day by day hoping that something exciting will perk me up. in hoping for that moment to come, a blur of invisible great things just seem to play disappearing acts one me. making it rather surpassing and unnoticeable. hard to understand. hard to see. its obscured. blinded. making me doing and saying things i would regret five

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had a humdrum little overseas trip to Johor Bahru. yes, its just a bucket away. no biggie. it has been ages since i last followed my parents to JB. not my favourite pastime. i just thought i wanted to tag along to get come vcds and stuff. it has always been a fucking drag to follow. thank god i had my own personal entertainment. we had our dinner at this floating restaurant which served really

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i am getting scared of blogging. there are the consequences that i shall never prevail. its scary. im scared. im such a drama queen. i didnt do anything today besides pretending to study for something. nothing went in either. something must have been bothering me. or probably the sickness i have in my brain. the holidays are finally here but technically, i only have less than 3 weeks of a June

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Get a load of me, get a load of you Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you It's just like we were meant to be Holding hands with you, and we're out at night Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right And I've got someone waiting too But is, this just the beginning We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you Why can't I speak whenever I talk

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Post examination madness what we all did for today. the madness i tell you; was inexplicable. we were all caught, gasping for oxygen. this is the the three word passing game. it came out like that. gah. dont ask the end. results were excruciating.

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oooo weee.. two more days to endure should i be extremely relieved? the answer happens to be no but i'll keep it as a yes. i was absent from school for two consecutive days. gah,haha. is that suppose to be a good or a bad thing? dont answer me. so ive spent my time deliriously. really. i would wake up at around 9 or 10(yes,yes. its still early) and then i'll go into my brother's room and i

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explicit entry. cry for help. go away. the most uneventful thing happened. my worst fear. formatting the computer. now everything's gone. my pictures, my files, my notes, my songs. like everything had been wiped off clean. nothing was left for me to reminisce on. there were tears of resentments and anger. my work; went missing. all. everything. my layouts, my htmls. my life! bah. drama queen. "

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notice anything different? yes. it is getting rather boring isnt it. the package comes with the inclusive of boredom, paranoia and post-insomnia symptoms. its coming back. since the examinations are finally over i feel more relaxed. at least i think i do. the conclusion to my neverending misery is still not over. the results are still waiting for me. anticipating. part of me wants to know how i

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ahrrrt.. ahrrrrt is becoming a painful struggle it is. it really is. ok maybe not. maybe im just procrastinating it alot. like alot. i should have done it ages ago, but noooo. i had to wait till the last two days. this is called expressing out anger. ok that is it. bye

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can you try to read me? is my heart pellucid enough for you? does every shattered mirror-heart images shows your reflection? does it? does it? tell me. be honest. for once? Bah? after watching countless romance and lovesick vcds. i felt sick. my throat is regurgitating in awe. im the world's greatest prentender. and i still am loving it somehow. however in another perspective, it gets rather

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Blogger has a new layout. ooh, uber coolness. it has been exactly and precisely 10 days since i last posted an entry. Im not getting the drive anymore. everything is banal and commonplace. an almost punctuating period right now with the mid-years and the overweening hormones and pms. everything seems like a whole pile of shit. i might be starting to write in a smutty manner. vulgarly. which

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some asshole knows my password. that is suppose to be impossible. i have came up with the world's most stupidest password i could easily think of. its already starting, the countdown to the mid-year examinations. I have not really engaged myself in self-studying, which i should have started like ages ago. Lackadaisical bullshit. i cannot help it. but somehow, it has to start or i'll perish in

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sick bastards i detest pervertish guys. that fact is just bounded to me so strongly. i was watching meet my folks, and this bobby guy who IS quite hot with sexy eyes and nice hair, nice teeth. okay now im sounding arousing. stop. anyway, when they revealed his dirty little secrets, it just so happens that his room is filled with a whole rack of pornographic videos and stack of dirty magazines.

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shopping blues i had no monday blues today because i was too sick to go to school. yes. the delectation of school; i missed it. i am not at all frantic about the idea of staying home. because basically no one is at home anyway to attend to me. but i finally did went to the clinic in the morning, just some flubug plus influenza visiting me. dont get too comfortable dammit. thank god the fever

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dirty little secrets my most speculative habit is burping i am not turned off by guys who does the typical skanky habits they are born with i read dictionaries i do not enjoy taking baths or drench myself heavily with overpowering perfumes i like wearing the same old jeans till they are worn out i do not mind being full proven as being vertically-challenged i can use up a bottle of hair

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home or homeless; neither everytime i step into my so-called 'home' , it feels as though i am stepping into another dimension. another nonfictional world where all rage and resentments folds in all around me. from all areas, they creep up to me and create another human being out of me. a dark side of myself. an impeccable existance that no one has ever tried jeopardizing. my home; it has turned

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its like a broken record playing non stop actually, quite a number of unexpected events stumbled upon me this week. in agony to my constant complains of excessive boredom, it took as a form of prayers. both good and bad. i wasnt ready for it but the suprises were delectably infuriating. friday night, my father met with an accident. typically, a pizza hut delivery boy crashed into his car from

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i hate it when you scare the shit out of me i woke up this morning lightheaded. felt woozy and had no idea what had happened the night before. i woke up with no memory of what i did or drank. pause. i am not drunk, silly. i just took drugs last night. prescribed just for me because i came down with a burning fever of 38.4 degrees celsius last night. yes, again. it came upon me again, right

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come on here and tell me a shuddery ghost story and i'll pretend to scream and be scared and i'll hug you, or you know, be suddenly vulnerable and timid? who are you? are you trying to send me insignificant signals? or telling me something i do not want to know. maybe, oh. maybe right, im just being paranoid? or could i be sufferring from schizophrenia or dementia praecox. okay, i admit, i am.

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the world and me; are currently not on good terms the sudden urge of emotions and complicating thoughts running rapidly through my head made my fingers burnt and deprived for it to be translated in words. its extremely deadening to keep listening to my thoughts degrading myself in some ways. my thoughts; have obviously been playing around with my conscience. what i feel right now is not what i

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TGIF, finally it comes uh, woohoo? blueh. my week; has so far been one of the busiest and most meddlesome week. with the sports heats interfering, the ineluctable unpleasantness of my well-nigh raging hormones, my for-no-reason huffy muscles, my missing and absential classmate, im on the qui vive which means lack of attentiveness i just learnt that new word today, and it'll be neat to start

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complete utmost exhaustion everything's so blurry my eyesight is so fading everybody's empty no one to pester me right now do you know puddle of mudd's blurry, well this is my wretched version. we had our sports day's heats today, at the tampines stadium. fucking exhaustion, though i didnt do much. wonder why. the rain was practically trifling with us and annoyed most of the competitors. it

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hello there, the angel from my nightmare hello. Since i had nothing better to do, i decided to post. post about what? im not quite sure but i can assure myself that i would feel a million times better after writing out craps. useful craps. i'll talk about anything that comes right instantly into my mind. here; vanilla ice-cream. i love vanillas, the smell, the taste, the colour. simply

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the twenty fourth of march spelling it for you school was hunky-dory, it was alright. everything went as per normal but the normality was still mundane as ever. wednesdays are the best among the other school days. early dismissal time and art, yeah art i love art. im a total artsey-fartsey there is really not much for me to talk about maybe because these past few weeks, my world has become

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Definition of Hypocrites: "A person who professes beliefs and opinions that they do not hold" in other words turning his/her back on his/her words that him/her has strongly articulate and making others belief it who likes these kind of people? you probably would, if you are one or are you? but sometimes, hypocrisy comes unintentionally how is that? im just pressing out my thoughts

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Prologue I hate happy endings They almost never work there has to be some ironic twist to it maybe thats the catch? but still. ive always been daunted by them i hate it just got back from school service woke up early on a weekend 'surprise of the century' it, was, a complete waste of time, mcdonald's turkey, cheese and ham bagel 25 ml coke crispy hot hashbrown 25 cents ice cream cone

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i have to start opening up myself more to the people i love. shouldnt i? dont answer that, just dont i have completed only about an eighth of my holiday assignments. yeh, like, u know, Fractions one out of eight whole pieces heh, you people arent stupid i know im just trying to sound all smart which i dont think is working right now watched a movie butterfly effect ashton is like,

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i do not want to put archives no use dwelling on my pasts right? right. So, lets start. i had my dental appointment yesterday yes, dental im not perfect duh. well everything was going well for me until i had to wait for my number to be flashed on the big number screen out at the waiting hall. 491 unlucky number. waited for hours for that number fucking long. fucking unlucky. or maybe im just

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Fine. let me really write this time instead of singing storytelling or bitchating, lets write with feelings. feelings? uhuh- no,no. no mushed up posts. first things first. TGIF. and also, the last day before the March holiday comes. Wee- i suppose. but im getting the sniffles from that utterly-boring-and-short-but-worthwhile excursion we had yesterday to the hyprodophonics farm. we didnt

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Harder to Breathe How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable So condescending unnecessarily critical I have the tendency of getting very physical So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone Not fit to funkin' tread the

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Pause.

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Summary my laziness is beyond any explanation that i could try to come up with with infinite and repeated reminders on doing the house chores, it never really bothered me. neh, not at all. but damnit, i still did all the chores. the house has become a place where i lay my butarse on everyday but never really seem to belong to me. 'cept for the computer though which i would never be able to

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fuck this shit im studying. what. what. are all this. tell me. what. what. refractive index? formulas? lines? constant? angle of incidence? ray diagrams? its all bullshits. bluergh? help me? no, dont. b-b-but.. "wahhhhchooooo!" psst, im sick. "wahhhhchooo". okay, not convincing enough right? damnit. Let's try a few more practices okay im updating already aren't i? so, shush already

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ok, maybe no more hiatus. i need to fill in about the booshits of my life. Talking bout excess emotional baggages. It comes in neat little rats ass package. You are so sure you are suffering that you believe that someday someone would pay hard for it. You pile up your grudges like dirty laundry that you fail to see all the good stuffs and the wonderful people around you. Havent you stopped

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Im on Hiatus. Fingers sore. hearts broken. emotions tied down. rage, resentment. bullshits. be back. Do leave a message at my tagboard.

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fixed. Sometimes, the most special and sweetest candy are to be found at the most hidden place that is unspotted That is so cliche? trust me. it is fact. Today, Now, I have ascertained something. something i find exhilarating about the opposite. the guys, my mates, have all grown up from boys to erm, matured boys? can't really say MEN you know. and, beneath all their rowdiness and raucous

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Mix n Match What are you supposed to say when you are sitting opposite the man you love, the man you are not in love with but the man you love, and you are feeling his pain as it is your own? When you would do almost anything to put a stop to his afflictive pain, but the one thing you could give him, the one thing that you know would surely make it go away, is the one thing you just can't

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