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Thursday, November 01, 2007'♥

it's quite a shame really.

that i am grappling with zits so huge and diseased looking that i think i just fall short of a Halloween monster with a green tail and shiny white teeth .
Not that i am complaining, but it irates the daylights out of me knowing how the distressed body and soul DE-STRESSES itself with bouts of rash attacks that are either 1. itchy or 2. huge red patches of bumps.

Having to describe the state i am in now, i cant help but to feel a little sorry for myself. I suppose, it's one of those days you look into the mirror and start wondering if you can look any more horrendous and start imagining how much worse you will look just , say, 5 years' time.

its really a god bless to still have thechums telling me how beautiful he still thinks i am. every morning.

So much for aging graciously. I say, i am already in my mid life crisis.
woe beholds.


Did i mention, that not too long ago,thechums brought me out to a nice expensive dinner buffet at shangri- la. Well, the crux here isnt how good the food is,( which, i will give due credits soon enough),but it is the fact that i vomited 6 times after the dinner? It isnt a case of food poisoning, rather, it's a tragic story of gulping too many cups of water and downing all your food at one go without chewing. Till this moment,I am still feeling bitter that i vomited out my chocolate mango crepe. so. do not. remind me. how good. YOUR CREPE was.

So much for eating graciously. I say, i am a over zealous bulimic putting on the pounds.


well, the exams are here.
i am stressed. (what else is new?)
but nothing beats knowing you have buds like ly who calls you a gazillion times a day, to well, talk and to remind me, that i need the chill pill. hill .kill. cill. bill .mill.fill.gill.jill.sill.till.will.

and yes. thechums.
i cant really count the hours we are together these days.since the hours we are apart are probably the hours we are taking a dump or just. that. random. lecture. or project. meeting.

why and what is it that it's a shame?
i dont know.
really.


sigining off,
with zits and rash to share,
*e

watching : greys.

6:52 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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