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Monday, December 04, 2006'♥

alright .
i am so pooped.
i have been so preoccupied with everything else this weekend. i need time for myself.
thank goodness. it's from tomorrow onwards that i am free to do what i want.

things to do this week.
1. make a new passport
2. go for dental
3. little india,arab st, chinatown,annsiang street for shoots
4.clubbin on friday with shan, hmmm at zouk or butter fact?
5.sat with mich.
6.then it's with zhong and the weekend proletariat.
7.then dinner with elvin too.
8. then movies with rightie too.

then i gotta register for sch too?
*sighs.so many things so little time.

but anyhow, i just got back from thepicturehouse with dennis. yeah .we watched flags of our fathers? it really reminded us alot of haruki murakami's underground?of how the screen writers actually uses individual voices with different variations to recount the same experience?
then again, it kinda also reminded me of george orwell's nineteen eighty four, where how wars are never solely fought for the liberation of sovereignty,but rather a well crafted farce to achieve self interested political and economic agendas, and are mistakes that are built on upon
one after another?

then. took our midnight walks again.from picture house to roomful of blues then to little india and then back to bugis?singapore's really smaller than it is,noe?you wld be surprised how you can get to places by foot.

i dont know too.
it's not right. somehow.
something's amiss.
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18.10.03

speeding by the place where I met you,
For the 97th time tonight ;
Someday we'll know ...


2:18 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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