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tell me, is christina the face for red earth's urban magic?
this is what very bored people do at 2am in the morning.
sooo.
i was at bishan the other day(no wait, im ALWAYS there) and i saw this:
what struck me and hs odd was that...
there wasnt a "attach photo here" box anywhere.
we started discussing about possible reasons why...
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and it got to the factopinion that the contestants for ms singapore universe were disappointly uglynot that pretty each year.
and then when we saw this:
things got clear.
LOL.
LOL.
ANYBODY WHO FINDS ME COFFEE AND CIGARETTES OR THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING WILL BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
i will love you very much.
i will take it in any form available.
thank you very much.
the ginger that got misplaced:
to reclaim please contact lost and found service at carrefour plaza singapura.
daphne is multi talented.
here's why:
:)
newurbanmale.com is LOUSY LOUSY LOUSY. its slow and hard to navigate and THERE ARE NO CLOTHES FOR ME.
:( :( :(
click me
once again, to emphasize the bloody ridiculousness of the matter.
WTF?!
this is bloody ridiculous.
david and sj was graphically describing the pains of havin braces to me just now at macs.
seriously dude, that was way horrifying.
maybe editing out the details and just tellin me only the injection hurt would be a better idea.
and they insisted i'll look geeky with em!
i dont wanna look geeky for my uni life!!!!!
*screams*
and in their way of "putting it nicely", they said i'll blossom into a butterfly at graduation and wow all my friends. yeah okay, i'll look horrid for a few years but nevermind! i'll be fine when my social life dies and i have no more friends and come graduation when my braces come off i can show my new teeth to a grand total of zero people sitting at my grad table.
ROFL.
will i look geeky with braces??????
this is david's guide to a slappin' good drink:
meat shake
ingredients - beef(boiled), egg(raw or runny)(yuck)
preparations:
put beef into blender. add egg. blend the hell outta it. serve it straight in a tall glass.
SLURP IT ALL DOWN.
its quite very disgustin.
he swears its nice. so yeah, tell me if any of u try eh?
if u need a stomach pump, look david up.
hes not going anywhere til april :X
u know how its inevitable that cliques start to talk in their own language that gets other people confused?
here's daphne's guide to linguistics:
shings: sound made. like unsheathing a sword. refers to hurtful/sarcastic comments made at a particular person.
ME, to B: hey, youre looking real ugly today.
C to B: oh my, *shings*
priceless: refers to a good/interesting/funny comment/issue/object.
jovina: i look like a girl
me: omg that is priceless jovina well done.
quation: short form for question mark. intended to signify confusion or lack of comprehension.
xinyin: woietnfoisaorew4ihg
me: quation?
gay: not to be mistaken to mean a homosexual. gayness refers to 1)brightly colored objects, 2)strange, gay-like comments, 3)loosely used to describe something that is not commonly used/said by someone.
*points to hot pink wallet* ME: omg, that is such a gay wallet.
OR
*picture of a weird looking smiley on MSN* ME: eww that is such a gay icon.
wei he: chinese for "why lidat". pretty self explanatory. insert into conversations to liven things up.
ME: eh, i dont like *** very much.
wenlin: wei he?
mmhmmm: synonym for yes. use with high pitched, nasel voice to achieve maximum effect.
me: okay so is everybody ready?
wenlin: mmhmmmmmmmmm!!!!!
the candy sweetness scent of you it bathes my skin im stained of you and all I have to do is hold you there's a racing within my heart and i am barely touching you
i wanna get the rainbow colored tongue stud!
somebody please please buy it for me?
The tender brush of your skin. A faint whisk of your scent. Heavenly. Delightful. I am lost in the moment, my skin aching from where you touched me, my head dizzy from your scent. Do you know your effect upon me? And then you’re lost, in the crowd. I feel lost too, lost without your subtle warmth near me, not felt by anyone else but all too keenly by me. A thousand thoughts race through my head, burning me up, running their nightmare marathon and never getting caught. Unintelligible. The babble of misshapen words in circles in my head, like the babble of my heart.
I see your face in the crowd. Heavenly. Delightful. I see you making your way back towards me. My heartbeat speeds up – it pounds an anthem against my chest. It strikes at my ribs again and again; it’s like a maniac beast struggling to get out. You flash your smile, sweet, delightful – for that moment I see you as you are, sweet young girl, careless with her actions. Not the temptress I behold with my eyes. Not the enchantress before me now, luring me in with each gaze, and each slight but not so subtle movement you make with your delectable body. I am drawn.
Against me now. The soft, almost baby-like flesh – so warm its burning – against mine. The slight contact leaves me breathless, all blood drained out – are you aware of my pounding heart? My aching limbs? I yearn to touch you, to envelope you in my embrace, hold you close; make you my own. But I don’t. Tread softly now, don’t speak. Don’t make the wrong move. You are the temptress after all, seducing me to your game. Play your game. I feign it, but I’m all yours. Yours for the taking. I shift, and suddenly all is lost. Contact broken. The little space between us feels like a great divide to me. A cold chasm; a yawning void.
I act nonchalant around you. Pretend that you are invisible. Act like you’re the last thing that I see. Behave like this tiny gap between us is nothing, that I am not affected by it. Can you see the effort I’m putting in, this pretense of manners I put on, to throw everybody off the scent. Can you see how this act is straining me? I seem to fool everyone, everyone but you. I look over and you give me another of those knowing smiles; ones that light up your face yet leaves it still a mystery to me. My heart skips a beat. It is percussion in my ears.
And then, more boldly now.
I love the feeling, the feeling you give. The quickening of the pulses, the sense of flirting with danger and the thrill when you lean in against me. For we know it’s forbidden, your touch is forbidden baby and what am I to do when I go home? I don’t want to go home, I wish to stay lost in your warmth; in you. I get heady from your perfume, the sense of being so near to you yet so far apart. I want to delve head first into the pool that is you and drink from your fount.
Are you thinking what I am darling? You bring out the innate desires in me – I wish to conquer you, I wish to break you. I want to let the world know: if I can’t have you, then nobody will. In a perfect world I would sweep you off your feet, leave a thousand little kisses down the nape of your neck, feel you purr, feel you arch your back towards me, feel your breath as it tickles my ear, the heaviness of it indicating your desire.
Your desire. You startle me out of my thoughts with a kiss. A tiny one; one too short for anyone to notice. Yet what a difference it makes in all the world for me. My neck is aflame from where your lips touched. Chills down my spine, the deep throbbing in me intensifying. And then again. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Reeling from ectasy I garnered enough courage – I looked at you. Another one of those smiles again. I’d kill to see you smile like that. Not looking at me. Fingers running down the length of my back. Even closer now: thigh upon thigh, hip upon hip. You lean in once more. I take in your aroma. I sigh. I gather you in my arms – like the most precious of jewels I hold you, praying the moment will never end; hoping the moment will never be broken soon enough by inquisitive stares. You’re forbidden honey, and I fall harvesting you.
its so cold that i cant breathe.
i miss the sun.
- how would you feel if the one thing that has been here all along suddenly no longer was?
we(me, marie and jac) were very very very bored people.
wenlin was quite funny today.
here's why:
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im not really a fan, but this is fcking hilarious.
and she is so obviously a misguided straight little girl.
sigh.
sometimes, we fail to see what is right in front of us. sometimes, we just refuse to see what is right in front of us. we cant see the things that have been here all along, the things that have been through your ups and downs, the things that possibly are the only things that can truly comprehend what you are really about. we ignore them with all our might, and from that effort made we lose out on a world of possibilities; our world is permanantly tinged with grey. we see out through our grey-tinted windows and see a multitude of thunderstorms ahead, even when the sun is shining brightly and the birds are singing with glee. we try so hard to pinch our noses so we dont smell the flowers in front of us; the flowers that have been placed in front of our noses since so very long ago.
and maybe its with reason.
maybe the one greatest mistake you can do is to open your eyes and see things around you for what they really are to you.
maybe to do that would be the wrong.
maybe to do what you really want, would result in the one thing that u cannot face.
maybe to just even admit what you want, would be the one thing that you dont want.
maybe you just cant face what will come if you really did that.
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u know, i really do get strangeinteresting people from myspace.
here's one example:
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well. thanks anyway. i guess.
this is a long read.
brokeback mountain(the book) is abit weird.
and it is short short short.
i didnt really like it. but im sure the movie will be tons better cos its got heath ledger and jake gyllenhaal. (!!!)
i am ^%#(*)#!*&@*#@)@ angry.
friggin fridae wont let me do ANYTHING. it sucks now.
and my antivirus is acting weird.
i am angsty.
i cannot believe cindy thought goldfrapp sucks.
THEY DONT.
they are an electronica band by the way. i just happen to like their haunting tunes(ie lovely head) more.
OOH LA LA!
so we went out the other day.
had salad at coffee bean's which had HAIR in it. ugh.
wenlin was so disturbed she had to take a moment.
we decided to leave that horrendous place and find entertainment elsewhere.
but woe begone we came across a pair of conjoined twins:
apparently they're dress sense was quite bad.
we stopped at topman.
wenlin looks cute in caps.
we got stuck for a moment trying on clothes 5million sizes too big for us
sorry, the rest are camera shy.
we finally made our way up,
and got stuck with the chocolates.
wen was kinda emo.
being in a whole xmassy/new yearsy kinda mood i decided that...
I will be the perfect gift.
(u might not be able to afford me tho.)
and while wen n yy decided it was appropriate to stand in the middle of raffles mrt with a remote in front of a giant tv,
i just wanted to switch me on a little beer.
which apparently did not happen.
sigh. wishes seldom do come true :(
(just dont ask me what we were doing in town the whole day with a remote control)
