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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Torn.

With the box on her lap, she took out the first letter and opened it. She allowed her eyes to skim over, 'Dear Lyn', before tearing the letter into halves. Quarters. Eighths. Paper confetti.

She tore and tore, until there was no more left.


Shoot the green-eyed monster! Bonus points if you hit her right between her huge freaky eyes!

ARGH.

Stop it, Pearlyn. Stop probing.

Bitter biter. Biter Bitter.


 


WTF.

I am ANNOYED!

If I possessed enough html know-how to make that last word glow red, shake violently before bursting into flames, I would do it.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm trembling, and my palms are icy cold.

What the hell is wrong with these people?


 

Maybe, just maaaaybe, I'll let you know when I run out of reminders. Let's see when....oh wait. Oh! Oh! OH! WAIT! Darrmdaaaardummdummdumm....

I ALREADY HAVE MORE THAN I NEED, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Now what are the odds on that?


 

Gee.


 


Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Oh my goodness!



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Sunday, November 18, 2007
Rose hips and tea leaves

I'm sipping a mug of green tea right now. Sipping and sipping like a little old lady. All I need is my green shawl (which apparently, resembles a mouldy spinach leaf, according to Carnivore Friend), ten cats and lace doilies for my furniture. Gave Advances Japanese a miss yesterday 'cos I was totally pooped after my GEM1008 test...crappy paper, shadn't elaborate. Anyway, exam season had arrived and stress is in the air. Waking up at unearthly hours to study has taken its toll on my body, as seen from my puffy face and pallid complexion. Mummy was worried, so she got me to accompany her to the Chinese medicinal hall yesterday and asked the lady boss whether she had any appropriate remedy of twigs and leaves. The lady recommended rose hip tea, which contains lots of good stuff that can aid the liver in detoxifying the body. The little rose buds smell wonderful and are rather pretty to look at, so it's quite nice and I won't mind drinking it everyday.

Yesterday, I only had ONE teensy weensy teacup of coffee! I'm actually trying to cut down on my caffeine intake, after realising that my dependency on it is bordering on addiction. So do me a favour, and keep reminding me that I can only drink one cup a day. (:

Sip, sip, sip. This is really therapeutic. I'm in some sort of semi-Zen mode right now. All together now: OoouuuuuuuuuuuummmMMmMMmmmMmmmmmmm.

And off I go, back to the Bedford Glossary of Critical and Literary Terms.


Friday, November 16, 2007
Goodness gracious, Cindyong!

Thursday, November 15, 2007
Poison.

He haunts her in so many ways that he shouldn't. Memories cannot be erased, like a patchwork of scars that remain after old wounds heal. Sometimes, she finds herself tracing those scars with her finger, and it's as if he's carving into her skin all over again. She screams as the layers are broken. Screams that echo inside her head, screams that no one can hear.

Boy loves Girl who loves boy. Loved.

Silly girl, what did she know about Love?

Not much, but I guess she did so with all her heart.

Heartless Boy. Prosthetic Boy. Ignorant Boy.

Hard-hearted Girl who screams and screams.




Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Hmm.

So many things that I usually won't be able to accept...


 

And yet.


 


 


Monday, November 12, 2007
Quote of the Day

Marcus (Wang), Angela and I were having lunch at the Deck today and we got to the topic of Wu Zun, most popular member of Taiwanese prettyboyband Farenheit.

Marcus: "I've concluded that (Wu Zun) must be a test tube baby."

Me: "Why? 'Cos he has the perfect set of genes, is it?"

Marcus: "YES!"

O_o

Anyway, here's a picture of said eyecandy. Too pretty for my liking, though.
















Sunday, November 11, 2007
I wish

I Wish

I wish,

I could somehow reach over

From where I am,

And smooth out your furrowed brow.

Puffs will cloud your mind

And drink can numb you now,

But Black and White are patient;

Linger around, they shall.


I wish,

(as many do)

I could deter the tedious but stealthy hands of Time;

So I can do more than just watch

The Chariot whisk away those I love,

But Mortality is a candle in the wind;

It burns brightly, but flickers

—ours too.


I wish,

You could walk the shore of life

And not be frightened,

For She will be in every corner turned.

Smiles for your triumphs,

Concern when you fall,

Heartaches at your anguish

—even now.


I wish,

My friend,

I wish.

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Sunday, November 04, 2007

What do you get when you put two sleep-deprived, emotionally unstable females together?

Warning: They have less than 8 hours of sleep, combined.


Saturday, November 03, 2007

Inertia level has reached an all-time high. I've only typed two lines so far and Cindy hasn't even started on her Philosophy essay. I'm three-quarters through my first Americano, and I think I'll be needing another one later. Cindy's starting to freak me out with her whimpering and random bouts of nervous laughter. I think that's what Philo does to you. Giving her coffee was probably not such a good thing after all. Hohoho.


Good Morning, Baltimoreeeeeeeeeee!

Good Morning, Baltimoreeeeeeeeeee!

I'm currently at Starbucks waiting for Miss Cindy Ong, craaaaaaaving for an Americano. I hope to finish my part for that detestable CNM project by 2p.m. and proceed to study a bit of Japanese before 4.30p.m. lesson. Good luck to people who're rushing to complete their projects or essays before they're due this coming Monday...it's pure madness, I tell you. Sheesh.



Untitled.

Untitled.

A shadow of the past...

Or not?

Illusions...

Maybe?

Look, past the Face,

The Neck—

That gentle swell beckoning. Quivering.


Dainty fingers tracing—

Pressing. Squeezing. Suffocating.

Nails

Digging into velvet.


The wounds are fresh.


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Friday, November 02, 2007
Mummy just told me that Damien, my 8 month-old baby nephew, may be suffering from kidney problems and will have to go to the hospital for various tests in order to determine the exact nature of his condition. I only have to imagine all those syringe, needles and tubes going near that tiny little body, to feel an unpleasant cold sensation prickling the walls of my stomach and a sudden horrible dryness in my mouth. I'm now reading everything I can find online about childhood kidney problems with my auntly instincts fully kicked into gear. I think the auntly instinct is giving me some semblance of an understanding of the maternal instinct; that fiercely protective streak that mothers possess innately, that enables them to do anything for their children. I spent my growing years in the company of my aunts, it really fascinated me to see what those extraordinary women would do for their families, their kids, their sisters' kids. Hmmm, I suppose it would come to me too, when the time is right. Ahhhhhhh. I know I'm supposed to be doing my CNM project now, but I just can't take my mind off poor little Damien. Sighsighsigh.

Like, totally for sure!

I'm seated near these two NUS girls, who're talking really loudly about school and their modules and I've realised that the unnecessary "like" girls like to randomly add to their utterances just utterly annoys me. For example, "I take 4 exposure modules: CNM, Japanese Studies, English Language and English Lit. Jap Studies is, like, not what people think it is...I'm not learning the language—that's Jap Language, like, a different module. Jap Studies is, like, culture."

You could be speaking proper English all the way, but using too many redundant "like"s in your speech will make you sound like an airhead. Like, totally!

I think EL1101E (English Language) has made me extremely conscious and anal about this kind of thing. Hurhurhur. I'm always extra moody and grouchy on my way to school. And I always direct my frustrations towards my fellow commuters, which is a very nasty thing to do. I know. But I am -> <- close to telling them to lower their volume by several thousand decibels. Whoopdeedooo. Okay, pearlyn. Resist the urge to be bitchy and catty. You know you're really miffed 'cos you have yet to complete your New Media project. And also 'cos your toenails haven't had a new coat of polish in more than a month, and you caught a woman sitting opposite you in the train staring at the sorry, flaky state of your nail polish. And that dead-looking flower on your big toe. Get over yourself.

Oooh. Somebody's gonna love this one. One of the girls just called our campus radio station 'RADIOPLUS'. Haha! I instantly think of Fruit Plus, that cheap but nice chewy sweet that's oh-so-common during Chinese New Year. They're quite addictive, aren't they? I don't care much for the mint-flavoured ones, though. Queen of Random Nonsense, I am.

There's this mad man in the train compartment that's adjacent to mine, who is having an argument with an invisible person. Random soundbites : "DIE! DIE! You DIE!", "....three thousand! Three thousand Two hundred la! Sure WIN!" I think he probably became like that after losing a lot of money gambling. Hmmm. I think the man's fellow passengers were pretty traumatised by his cries of "DIEDIEDIE!!" They were probably worried that he would turn violent or something. Digression: my mother told me that even if an insane person kills somebody, his sentence would be less severe, compared to a sane person who committed the same crime. Fair or unfair?

Okay, I'm in no mood to continue.



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