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Friday, February 27, 2004

And all the best women are married,
all the handsome men are gay


Seems like everyone is offline,
I'm damn bored,
have nothing ter do.. siann.

Tmr's O Levels results day,
wonder how's everyone gonna do..
feels weird that I was just getting my results last yr..
seems qte long ago, and also qte recent.
queer..

There's some Geog debate tmr,
how lame, and how boring.
Not preparing ath..
sigh. Dunno what else ter say..


:: 12:13 AM

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Thursday, February 26, 2004

Careless Whisper


Hi Pudge!
You should've been there for dinner,
it was great,
but the company was somewhat lacking.. haha.


:: 10:44 PM

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Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Become what you hate


Vic can read my mind la.
abt the acting "interlectual" bit. haha.
if you (the reader) don't get this joke, then.. er. i'm lazy ter expl.

I'm home early..
cabbed home today..
Econs sucked today..
there's PE tmr! :)
lets play touch rug..
oh yea. PE ydae was kinda fun..
altho we got thrashed like shite.

and realllyy trashed...

We played capt's ball against A32..
Poor Pudge was still bragging away ter Xinhe that our class will surely win.
haha. How sad..
Some of their attitudes were too queer for comfort. haha.
but oh wells. it's fun..

oh yea. Vic is called Pudge..
cus of her trots, and her pudgy hands..


:: 7:04 PM

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No matter what the ending
My life began with you


Pudge!
we're in school right now,
having GP.. searching for info,
and I'm busy copying Cand's info.
I'm just so hardworking I can't stand myself sometimes.

Gah.
Damn bored.
I wish SG were a lil more like US..
as in like, we'd have interesting elections,
instead of the PAP sweeping the polls...
I'm acting intellectual right now..

Pudge!
you're just SO pudgy...


:: 1:27 PM

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Monday, February 23, 2004

Some people wait a lifetime..
For a moment like this.


There's PE tmr..
Should i write myself a letter and be excused?
But if they play touch rug i think i'll feel qte sad..
I have my period,
I don't feel like running much tho.
dilemma.

There;s this really huge insect right in front of me,
it's on the wall behind the com,
but directly in line of my vision..
Kinda scarey I think.
Just filed my Geog file..
it's damn pathetic.
but yea, better pathetic than DC.. so hey. just hand it up.

i'm super sleepy.. at least i won't feel slpy tmr in school..
anw, I'm almost finishing Long Days Journey Into The Night...
what am I gonna do for Lit lessons.. :(


:: 11:31 PM

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Sunday, February 22, 2004

too fast ter fuck.
too young ter die


changed the add of the blog..
the xiu-momo thing.. was a lil too queer. so now, it's vic-xiu.
aiights.
that's about it.

--x


:: 2:49 PM

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New template up!


:: 1:56 AM

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Friday, February 20, 2004

Send Shivers down my spine, you do.


i'm bored..
blogging for the sake of blogging,
suddenly the whole world isn't coming online..
how queer, how weird. sian.

Vic.. do some blogging tooooooo


:: 11:01 PM

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

A Vic and Xiu Conversation

x- we're here!
v- hi
x- we just came home from town, we were down in town with Peishan!
v- yay
x- vic isn't very into talking right now..
v- haha
x- as you can see (very clearly)
v- wateva la xiu
x- this is kinda boring isn't it? anw, we watched a movie, "Something's Gotta Give". It starts out well, but it's too draggy. DON'T watch..
v- im more generous ler.. shld catch it its hilarious
x- far more generous than me.. Peishan enjoyed it too i think. we went for Sakae buffet, saw the "Jolin Tsai" girl..
v- nth to sae
x- Atikk, Ame, Cheryl ALL pangseh-ed us..
v- yalor
x- damn sad. even Vic's Shiang Min pangsehed her.. how pathetic.
v- wheres my daddy
x- okay, i guess i've run out of things ter say, Vic doesn't count. so.. bye!
v- baaiii


:: 9:38 PM

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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Fragility

My thoughts, edged with darkness.
My heart, laced with sadness.
My vision, clouded by tears.

Sinking into this cesspool of emotions,
I see hands reaching out to me,
I want to grab them, and hoist myself out.
But each time I stretch closer,
The hands withdraw further.

Like a game,
everytime I move forward, you step backward.;
Everytime I thrust, you parry;
Everytime I touch the tips of your fingers, it slips away.

Don't play games with me,
because my emotions are so close to the surface right now;
I taste the bitterness in my mouth,
I hate the way you lead me in circles.

Don't lie to me,
you know that it would just make things worse.
Don't pull away again,
you know that I will break.



--x


:: 11:30 PM

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i never gave you a reason for leaving,
because i never wanted ter leave.


momo..
you're qte heartless what.
heh.
or maybe their emotions are just too close ter the surface..

there's flower buds
pluck some for me..

sigh vic.
i wish your pudgyhands were here..
so nice ter squeeze..

i'm hugging my soft toy doggie now..
the one that i wouldn't give up in ME lesson..
it kinda stinks..
but.. oh wells. i like it.


:: 11:15 PM

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i love the way you turn me inside out with your words


mm.
didn't vic have an entry here???
where did it go!!!
sian..
i came home then slpt til now le.
i haven't done lit yet..

Pang and Tom or whatever,
take your argument elsewhere la.

oh ya. i forgot there's a test tmr,
sian, i think i'll be trying ter go back ter slp soon..


:: 12:19 AM

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Sunday, February 15, 2004

(Casper, Wyoming) Anti-gay preacher Fred Phelps has announced intentions to erect a monument to Matthew Shepard the gay college student brutally murdered five years ago near Laramie.

But, the monument will be no memorial. Phelps says the monument would be 5 to 6 feet tall and made of marble or granite. It would bear a bronze plaque bearing the image of Shepard and have an inscription reading "MATTHEW SHEPARD, Entered Hell October 12, 1998, in Defiance of God's Warning: 'Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind; it is abomination.' Leviticus 18:22."

To sign a petition against this, go here.


:: 11:58 PM

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I'd sell my ass before I'd think of you


you spent Valentine's at HOME?!
what a poor wallflower.. heh.

there's so much hw!!
Lit is so damned fucking hard.
ughh.


:: 11:04 PM

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Saturday, February 14, 2004

happy vday vic!

i'm bored..
came home at 10 plus..
didn't wanna go drinking..
so i'm slacking away right now.
sian..


:: 10:33 PM

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Thursday, February 12, 2004

Self-Portrayal

Look at me,
What do you see?

A bedraggled, rag-tag half-child;
Slightly tousled, otherwise lank hair;
Sleepy eyes, a tired mouth;
Wavering between the arms of Morpheus and the cold hard reality.
In a too big shirt and faded shorts,
Shifting restlessly from one foot to the other.

Beyond the surface,
what else can you see?

Blankness, emptiness.
You see nothing,
Because, sometimes,
That's all I am, that's who I am.
Nothing. No one.


:: 12:29 AM

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I Fucking Want This

Lock me away.
You think I'm deranged.
Throw away the key.
I don't want to get out.
Bind my arms.
I don't need them to fly.

I have my dreams,
I can soar in the Heavens.
I have my imagination,
I can see the world in that cell.
I have my quirks,
I can see why you call them insanity.

In this solitude I thrive;
I don't need you.
In the blessed darkness I feel at ease;
I don't hate you.
In this cramped dank prison I'm in ecstasy;
I don't love you. Or do i?


:: 12:10 AM

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Wednesday, February 11, 2004

vic's poem.. is queer...
just like its poet tho..
just as queer..
it's so sad sounding..

anw, since momo is intent on trying ter sound
halfway intellectual here,
let's humour her..

My god

You, standing there.
Watching me watching you.
Your casual pose belies the hidden strength,
your dark gaze makes me tremble.

You, with your dark curls, your inviting eyes;
your sensuous pouting lips, you're my God.
Strong, powerful, I feel your presence;
so very tangible, by my side.

You're mine, all mine to have and hold.
Someone I can believe in,
someone I can love and cherish.
My god, my living, breathing god.

I don't need miracles, I don't need salvation,
I don't want them.
All i need, is to feel you, to know you;
to love you in so many ways I never thought possible.

Your emotions rage, I can feel the anger,
there is no fear, even in pain, there is no fear.
I welcome it, because this is blind faith,
for you, i would walk in flames.

My God, without any mercy, without any bloodied crucifixes;
My God, whom I trust beyond a doubt;
My God, for you, I'd die;
My God, because of you, I live again.




:: 11:55 PM

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starting ter lose ground


Vic isn't blogging..
so I guess it's up ter me ter fill up space..
siann.
Vdae's coming up...
my wallet's becoming really empty..
and my watch ran out of battery..
sigh..

vicvicvic!
blog something..
ANYTHING..


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Sunday, February 08, 2004

you, with your dark curls, your inviting eyes,
your sensuous pouting lips; you're my god


it's kinda hard ter do Silas Marner..
i think its cus i'm trying ter do on a piece
which i have nv tried doing before..
or nv had the need, up til now..

sigh. i want ter go ter bed..
it's calling out ter me..
tmr's a real long day..
i'm damn sad..
i'll be alone for tea chp shit.
somebody save me.


:: 11:28 PM


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