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    for my benefit;

    my tumblr;
    claire's;
    deb;
    juan;
    christina;
    poh;
    sophia;


    that point of time;

    Sunday, November 30, 2008, 3:32 AM

    maybe it will be alright.
    they told me, i will be fine.




    Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 3:15 AM

    Busy Busy Busy.

    moving house is a fucking pain.
    and it fucks up more when your projs and papers are flocking in the same week.

    okay seriously, i see my mum more than ever.
    till 6am all three of us are like drafting out floor plans.
    measuring tapes all over, calculations 94, 80, 22 inches.

    i havent took a single bus ride home, twice to school.
    thinking that ive no time to waste.
    ive been home since the weekends,
    dragging claire along, attempting to pack.
    but ended up half dead on my bed.

    im tired, im worn out.


    ice skating.

    sore ankles.

    thanks to juan, if not you probably will never see me skate
    she keeps wanting to fall tgt.
    ive a big issue, an insane gf.
    who can ever look so good in such a position.
    really good..
    after that then pain.

    Happy people.



    thanks
    for running everywhere with me.
    packing my horrendous room while i drop dead on my bed.
    i think im leaving the mess til you come tmr.

    Dinner

    i think thats the only tasty dish.
    pasta mania do something.

    Mr Bean
    while we wait for everyone else.
    cheers.

    back to the wardrobe.




    Sunday, November 23, 2008, 3:46 AM

    love the weekends.
    i went skating today,
    my back hurts like a bitch.

    i'll upload some other day,
    theme hospital is calling for me.

    i feel like i need a room mate, i get depress when i have to eat alone.
    anyone keen on moving in on weekends?
    mum's birthday.
    the 'IN' Community Centre.
    my dad say must support.
    picasa likes to cramp up the pics.
    its like 4 and im starving
    god, i shouldnt have drank.
    i wanna drive to eat nasi!
    Actual Day
    sorry mama, your kids forgot bout candles.
    our midnight tradition lives.
    she was like stuck in the car, 'air con' for the cake.
    while i collect dog food.
    mum says ' you dont touch the cake, let claire carry'
    but like as you can see the intercontinental bag is twice her size.
    the portion was like really small, i had to eat rice.
    maybe i just eat too much.
    dont you think it looks like muff's ...
    happy birthday mama,
    you're one special mum.
    me ' mum happy birthday, without you we're nothing. i love you so much'
    mum ' my sweet baby, that was when you're younger, now without you im nothing'
    how sweet.
    the cake we bought, was reallly good
    but fucking sweet.
    back to my game




    Saturday, November 22, 2008, 4:36 PM

    done deal.




    Wednesday, November 19, 2008, 12:54 AM

    Haji Lane

    lahooohooo.

    a normal street, with the ablilty to ripe you broke.

    walls, walls.

    the whole street was up and down,
    oh god, up and down.

    if i can take this home,

    thanks kris,

    adorable,

    if kane goes to haji lane, she will probably clip herself onto all the lovely walls.

    'you sexy thing'


    doesnt it remind you of 'jack and the bean stalk'
    or bean sprout? ha

    comfy thing


    'do you like the heels or the bag'
    'i like the heels, i like the bag also'
    'then buy both'
    'but...'

    time's up, 2 1/2 hours.

    we use to not shop together,
    maybe we should just stick it that way.


    theme hospital, oh yeah!




    Monday, November 17, 2008, 3:42 AM

    give me a reason, just one please..




    Thursday, November 13, 2008, 1:29 AM

    House Party.
    cranky couple, ha.
    more tame.
    'eliza, stop stop'
    'no you must let me finish my story'
    'wah si!'
    (deb, can we have the pudding again?? pls..)
    juan's hard work.
    2 days, 2 freaking days.
    i take my hats off.
    sometimes i rather not drive, really.
    Happy Birthday Kane.
    it's been long and it always seems like ytd.
    happy kid,
    small girl.

    hahaha.
    handsome la.
    Most active kid on earth, swear.

    Actual Day.
    fuck, im hungry.
    this place good and cheap.
    its so hilarious,
    i did the cooking and swear i gave equal amounts.
    but at the end you see claire's plate mount with food.

    am i too fast or you're too slow dear?
    cheers.

    Ten Dollar Ktv.
    No joke.
    guess what, super unique.
    our room was behind the kitchen.
    classic.

    your voice, gwad.
    17th months.
    and i still wonder.
    why,
    ARE YOU BLIND?

    haha,
    happy anni baby.
    you just got yourself,
    one fat lard.
    im so not for ktv.
    half the time i wonder
    'what the fuck am i doing here.'

    and i guess
    half the time you guys were like.
    'kayne, can you just shut up'
    'you think i translator isit?'

    am fucking busy,
    renovations, change of address, packing.

    i have yet decide.




    Tuesday, November 11, 2008, 4:20 AM

    Whoo, finally.

    kane's bday plus Haji Lane will be up another day,
    im too dead for another 50 over upload.

    Halloween.

    Toca.
    imagine me in that.
    shots..
    cmi.
    Miss R and C
    Scary & Fuzzy.
    Happy Halloween.

    Summer Breeze.
    good food, music, company.

    the hungry people.

    self entertain kid.
    classic, classic.

    Crystal Jade.

    'toothpaste'
    'go kopitiam will die is it?'
    just to eat duck noodle

    Jeremy Bday, Summer Breeze.


    again,
    yeah baby.

    emo kid.
    the platter was gone within secs.
    sw.

    Happy Birthday Boy!
    projects wouldnt be easy, without you.
    Love you!

    3 Cars.

    smile, jamie!
    just to pick, Mr Big Shot.
    link.

    3 drivers, one pdl.
    ha.

    bed time.

    just to see you smile.




    Monday, November 03, 2008, 3:36 AM

    mornings,
    where i wake up smelling like us the night before, the pillow over flowing with your hair, scent.
    your hands occasionally on my waist, my toe entangled somewhere warmth beneath your skin. your heat so dramatic, my thigh sweats. you quietly sneak your head back onto the pillow and legs tuck in the comforter but counting to five and i take them all back.

    you're like a furnace,





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