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I give you details.


chaiii.
clara dominique.
twentyeightseptember.
libra.

I give you audio candy.


love comes again; tiesto
touch me; tiesto
ooh la lishious; jaymen
yeah yeah; bodyrox ft. luciana
perfect exceeder; mason vs. princess superstar
love don't let me go; david guetta vs. the egg
it's too late; evermore
les djinns (trentemoller remix); djuma soundsystem
elektro; outwork ft. mr gee
moving too fast; supafly inc.
world hold on; bob sinclair




I give you friends.

azy cousin bran cousin chris faezah gwen germaine hayley ishak iylia joleen jeremy lesley mabel mahendren nenghui raihan sheryl starhubsms trent


I give you a space to bitch.






I give you the past.


December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007


Monday, July 24, 2006

hello cupcakes, school's started this week although it's still stoned at orientation week.
alot of talktalktalking and i end up napnapnapping.
i am having this love/hate feeling with the timetable with mondays to wednesdays ending really early (the latest is two), thursdays and fridays are never-ending (say six).
obvious, it would make zoukmambo impossible to make way for.
(this is emotional)
i can finally understand neng's plight, now that i have equally lengthy school days.

after school, i met jol for talk.
the bad/stale/stuffy weather was already a booboo.
then the bus had to break down and with that, i witnessed a handful of typical singaporeans.
when a bus breaks down and smoke fills the insides of the bus, common sense would tell you to alight.
but to this handful, it seemed that if they were to escape the smoke and tap their ez-links, it would've been a waste of money for that short journey they were on.
then shout in mandarin across the bus.
(why not speak a little louder, holland road couldn't hear you)
tell me, your life or a bus ride fare (a dollar plus?)
seemed to me they were enjoying the smoke (:
GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME, stop complaining about the hazy smells of the smoke and your ez-links and get off the fucking bus.
there would be other buses to come, they do not go extinct.
besides, when a bus breaks down, you'd be given a complimentary ticket for the next ride to as far as you'd like.
TYPICAL SINGAPOREANS.


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