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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
in the past
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Sunday, December 30, 2007 9:06 PM
you want to reenact letters to war is it?
The grumble about the huge suitcase followed the mumble about the huge amount of supplies.
"Two huge bottles of everything and I wonder if even this will be enough."
because she thought it was hilarious.
"Show them your bruises from the matches and say you can't move the limb but remember to not move it la."
"No. Say you have a sensitive digestive tract and bacteria from any source can cause you to redesign their toilets in the most disgusting way. It's partially true too!"
"Just borrow someone's empty inhaler and suck the thing every time you say a word."
None were brilliant enough to convince her to take to the medical officer. Best part is, she could have gotten off with a simple no to their question 'cause they did not even check her. But she didn't do it. I think it was from a mix of anticipation over flying across the ocean and fear of a stinky prison cell. Either way I'm proud of her for sticking to it.
comfort over aesthetics.
still had time to tease sifu-like-beard man and horrible 4-in-1 tongkat ali ads -_-"
i miss scrambled eggs, instant noodles, yakitate! japan, making fun of stupid movies and going hyper afterwards.
i miss sneaking a picture when you're not looking, gabbing about everything until you want to jump out the window and being one half of the maddeninglyefficient baking partners.
i miss conspiring with you over plans that are never to be revealed outside our room =p and reasoning about things that don't seem to make sense to anyone else.
i miss the white baby.
If only sisterly pride would take away from my missing her (until she comes back and I feel like strangling her).
"Two huge bottles of everything and I wonder if even this will be enough."
because she thought it was hilarious.Then there was the debate on how to dodge it.
"No. Say you have a sensitive digestive tract and bacteria from any source can cause you to redesign their toilets in the most disgusting way. It's partially true too!"
"Just borrow someone's empty inhaler and suck the thing every time you say a word."
None were brilliant enough to convince her to take to the medical officer. Best part is, she could have gotten off with a simple no to their question 'cause they did not even check her. But she didn't do it. I think it was from a mix of anticipation over flying across the ocean and fear of a stinky prison cell. Either way I'm proud of her for sticking to it.
comfort over aesthetics.
still had time to tease sifu-like-beard man and horrible 4-in-1 tongkat ali ads -_-"i miss scrambled eggs, instant noodles, yakitate! japan, making fun of stupid movies and going hyper afterwards.
i miss sneaking a picture when you're not looking, gabbing about everything until you want to jump out the window and being one half of the maddeninglyefficient baking partners.
i miss conspiring with you over plans that are never to be revealed outside our room =p and reasoning about things that don't seem to make sense to anyone else.
i miss the white baby.
If only sisterly pride would take away from my missing her (until she comes back and I feel like strangling her).
minx wrote at9:06 PM
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007 11:28 PM
my friend wishes to tell you: "it's nothing".
The poster boasted, "A night to remember this mid December" but try telling that to a group of strong-headed girls and they still won't go to it with you. So twist it and talk about how much fun it will be to go to it together but they still shake their heads in harmony to the "nooo" they're saying. And that was exactly why reasons like: it's a waste of money, there's no time to find a dress, i won't go unless someone goes with me was repeated every time someone asked about it.
It sure looked like it was a no-go but being friends with student council members had me if-ing and maybe-ing it. I would have gladly bought the ticket and not go because it is our first prom on our own and supporting that is a good thing. It wasn't so much the issue of going alone but the idea of being without friends the entire night that was the turn off. Resigning to not going included scurrying away every time you hear the word 'prom' and daftly avoiding the broach of the subject.
But in the end I went and only because someone was nice enough to friendly-date it with me. If you're wondering about the friendly-date, it's when you go to something with a friend but since the event requires a date, your friend gets to be called your date=)
It was just as the poster had boasted. Memorable in every sense. However this is just one of those things that you had better been there to experience it rather than read it from some obscure blog. Since some of you have been bugging me silly for pictures, here's the few I took (too bad I had too little friends to take pictures with, and I wonder whose fault is that).
goofballs.
jet.
with sisters; elvira and angel.
kevin, mr. friendly date. here's proof we went together =)
the light streaming through the gaps in the curtains were the only true witnesses of the little words that were scribbled the morning after. maybe the two extra lines could be likened to an act of vandalism but it was necessary.
to remind. to put in place that that needed placing.
because otherwise, otherwise is only an otherwise, and somehow will always be the better confidante than maybe will ever be.
here's a huge public thank you to you (just because I can).
It sure looked like it was a no-go but being friends with student council members had me if-ing and maybe-ing it. I would have gladly bought the ticket and not go because it is our first prom on our own and supporting that is a good thing. It wasn't so much the issue of going alone but the idea of being without friends the entire night that was the turn off. Resigning to not going included scurrying away every time you hear the word 'prom' and daftly avoiding the broach of the subject.
But in the end I went and only because someone was nice enough to friendly-date it with me. If you're wondering about the friendly-date, it's when you go to something with a friend but since the event requires a date, your friend gets to be called your date=)
It was just as the poster had boasted. Memorable in every sense. However this is just one of those things that you had better been there to experience it rather than read it from some obscure blog. Since some of you have been bugging me silly for pictures, here's the few I took (too bad I had too little friends to take pictures with, and I wonder whose fault is that).
goofballs.
jet.
with sisters; elvira and angel.
kevin, mr. friendly date. here's proof we went together =)
the light streaming through the gaps in the curtains were the only true witnesses of the little words that were scribbled the morning after. maybe the two extra lines could be likened to an act of vandalism but it was necessary.to remind. to put in place that that needed placing.
because otherwise, otherwise is only an otherwise, and somehow will always be the better confidante than maybe will ever be.
here's a huge public thank you to you (just because I can).
minx wrote at11:28 PM
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