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Sunday, January 21, 2007'♥

well, am picking up the pieces slowly,but surely.
at least now, the days do not seem as bleak and unbearable,though i am still keeping my fingers crossed.

sat was good.
dinner, movie,chilling out with lionel at mitre's hotel, was well, comfortable. i mean it's isnt everyday that you find someone ,who has so much in common with you.Well ,for one you dont have too many weird people like us, who aspire to own old dingy private bookshops in shophouses , or who spend so much time and money reading books after books, and watching films after films, like there's no tomorrow? Then, it's our photograpy concepts , the uncanny similiarities in our compositions too.

good, i have got myself another partner in crime when school starts. varsity life in smu will and shall not be synonymous with 'dreadful' no more and it will no longer distress eloera as much as how her dwindling social life back in that cubbyhole did.

greg tells me i am happier these days. i think so too. i am slowly talking to my friends again, allowing them to f**k my mind up , like how unkerphua is doing at 4.13am. ;)

But mostly, the reason's something/someone else.

theboy hates mush that 's publicized. theboy hates the idea of kissandtell via online mediums.
theboy has so many clauses in the gfmanual, that well, i am just all so tempted to break a couple of them. every single day,every single night. :)


but one day,
let these words that she hopes to say, be the stories her eyes will tell, when they have the courage again.
for now, a thankyou is all she has to offer for all that he has done,shown and taught her.

3:10 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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