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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I had not posted for days. I guess that a sudden realisation had hit me with a whack that by choosing to blog again, I had welcomed the sense the nudity once more. The feeling of being traced, having people comment about the things you write, well, it is plain awkward. Not to raise the fact that my brother has to mention the details of my blog with a hint that says: I'm a loyal fan of your blog!!" arghhh.. that is so not needed. What i meant is that i dont need someone to smirk at me when the plans that i anticipated (like watching a movie) were ruined. Yes, i meant that, thank you! It was the same wasn't it..knowing my outings and what the hell out of crap. Don't tell me what i already know and don't prove to me in quotations of what I have written. Enough is enough.

That aside, I'm freaking turning to a 19-yr-old kid/hag soon? Gone away the years of anticipation, passed the age of adolescence(perhaps) and shredded into pieces were the residues of empty dreams. It would be just any other day isn't? A busy day for everyone that they cannot afford to spend time with me. Of course there are no obligations this time round. I will not tie them with any events/timeless parties. No..not this time. I have lost the bubbles in my head and I am now sick of regularities. Therefore, the blueprint in my head currently shows no plan for this wreckend.

haha(: blueberrry snowblend with pearls..eek! who says revolution is always good? Pearls still do not get into my good books most "unfortunately". haha..i have offended chengying, the princess of pearls, with this statement.
haha(: the big hu-ha over voicemail..laughs* "thank you so much for being spontaneous!..that's what a FRIEND is for.." haha(:

Liberated at
1:19 PM


Let me tell you

I'm glad that you are here to read about my updates. There are so many things that I want to share but so little time to meet up personally with you my friends. Small talk, high tea. However, there might be too many things happening that I may fail to capture all here.

Mirror Me

What you read might not be what you see or hear from me.
I will try my best to articulate my thoughts here.

Going anywhere?

Elysium
Anna
Violet
Sze Ying
Ying Hua
Lois
Emily
Grace
Janey
Wanyee
Chengying
Jaime
Aunty Agnes

Da Past

  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • October 2008
  • November 2008
  • January 2009
  • February 2009
  • March 2009
  • April 2009
  • May 2009
  • June 2009
  • August 2009
  • September 2009
  • April 2010
  • June 2010
  • Peace you shall not hold





    Michelle Leong

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