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trash and passion
distress and solace

how does this shit work?

no, don`t tell me
shhh, don`t tell me



Sunday, August 28, 2005

beautiful Sunday aftnoon.

i'm so disorganised. so screwed.
1. i have not studied at all.
2. i have not packed anythin for e stayover at ivan's chalet tonite.

evidently, my laziness is a bane to my existence. Grrr. RAH RAH RAH!!!

*Dear God, pls pls pls let me pass the exams... even if i get a D, i jus wanna pass every subject n move on to Sem 2 in peace... without having to repeat any subject at all... Thank You. Amen.*

Meetin John at 4plus at SengKang int.change to go to e chalet together... tt bugger doesn noe how to get to downtown east... Welcome to Singapore John!!! *haha

i jus realized i'm gonna miss hm tonite. though my place is just a-straight-bus-across-the-expressway awae fr downtown east. this will be my 1st stayover this yr. erm, well, if u dun count e times when i was stranded aft bein chased out of my dad's hse, in transition to new-found freedom. (i think it's my phobia of being homeless that's caused me to loathe stayin' out.)and, of course, when i was out all nite partyin awae at coco latte. whoo. tt reminds me. i'll get to dance like there's no tmr again tonite!! i luuurve dancing!! *weeehoooweee (albeit the fact that i can NEVER get the steps rite in a proper DANCE STUDIO... must b the nervousness.)

vodka mix. blasting R&B Hip-Hop. Beer. A CooL Crowd... and a SeXy gRooVe.


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