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eggo lingggo.


I heard the old, old, men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters...'



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vodkas are flings gd whiskeys are good friends & finally, beers are my bitches.





I'll publish right or wrong.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007










ooh i totally forgot abt my vietnam pics.
so here's afew
nth much actually, we were mostly concentrating on food during the trip.
gawd i miss the food there.
its a blend of vietnam, thai & chinese cuisine.
heavenly.
anyhos, got me my cardigan (ahpek) YAY like finaaaally. now all i need are them geek specs & im all set. (for? i dont know lol)
:D
i wanna beach. i miss fafa & i miss my twins.
and my nose's still bleeding. eeks.

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Are you drinking? 12:23 PM

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

fuckin hilarious
i love Jon Steward. He talks politics, he makes sense & he's actually a hoot.


Haven't we met
You're some kind of beautiful stranger

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Are you drinking? 2:10 PM

Tuesday, September 11, 2007




Lest we forget...

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Are you drinking? 11:41 PM

Sunday, September 09, 2007
pffft.

murder on the dancefloor.
so kiss me, im shit faced.





never to indulge in fairy tales that i won't be in.
i hear laughter from up above.

the newer smarter version (beta 3.3) realises that it doesn't change a thing.

its blurry,
but i can see oh so clearly now.
I'm heading to the grass,
filthyyy dirty grass.

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Are you drinking? 4:00 AM

Monday, September 03, 2007

i wonder what the mum will do when i tell her straight (oh the irony) in the face.
them Christians don't really fancy us do they.
(understatement)

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Are you drinking? 12:03 AM

Saturday, September 01, 2007

every word whispered so lovingly in the darkness, erased.
every memory made, erased.
every emotion felt, erased.
every promise made, erased.

every moment together, void.
when you said you were afraid things would change,
it was fear for your side wasn't it.
i finally get it.
honey, it is was that fucking insignificant . to you.

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Are you drinking? 4:01 AM