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Monday, December 25, 2006'♥

-g:grog:g-

it's 12.36 pm.

and i just woke up. :/

then i woke up at 4pm yesterday.

i swear all that late night partying, and hanging out is turning my dingy biological clock upside down.

i reckon house parties will soon be a bane to my existance. especially if it's invited by gun and if it belongs to eug's sis's and friends. ;)
i have gone really quite broke for reasons i shant tell. but i am sure there will be a comeback soon enough. there must be.

it was also only after yesterday, that i realised what i am really looking for in a partner. it's really quite sad , now that i think most of the men that i went out with / or saw was really 1., really quite juvenile after all, 2. slimy characters who thought they had it all.

then it's another house party by chow tomorrow, then suppers with the weekend proletariat on tue and wed.
all that festive binging isnt doing my thoat and tummy well.

i am anticipating what the future holds for me. i am seeing some light and direction now.
as much as i detest accountancy, i got to say , that it can and will provide me with the financial means to pursue how i will like to live my life and what i will like to do with it. i take comfort in reasons, simply,that there are others who hates what they are doing, and often their remunerations are measly peas. there's always a trade off, no? it all depends on which trade off offers you the best payback, no?
we will see how , let's get the remaining 3 sems over and done with first.

but for now, one thing i am certain of .
masters ! masters ! masters! i want a masters!
and 2.
i am hell bent on on going for exchange prog. i wannnnt to go go go go. i want to go the louvre,champ elysees,westminster abbey, then prague and italy too.

then mum says we may be going to switzerland next year.

nownow, give me reasons, why i shouldnt pour a glass of moet chandon for mum and i now.


please , let's have a good 2008.
:D

12:36 PM








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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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