rah this week’s insane. i’m grappling with my two tests and two projects due just after this week. CALL IT A RECESS WEEK. But for the sake of my freaking cap it leaves me no choice but to be an alien .
i am supposed to be at pulau ubin for a camp now but being a good girl i decided to give it a skip, not like there’s even a slight desire to go. hehh. take tomorrow, work at 10-5, bikini-waxing (stupid last minute stunt because of the OMSboys who got me Strip vouchers that expires tml) and manicure, then linguistic project from 6. More readings to be done in preparation for the stupid midterms. suckass.
finish one reading before bed. i sense some sickly symptoms. tara.
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mind’s screwy cant get myself to study for test tomorrow.
took the laptop, put it back onto the bed then remembered i wanna pen something here
ate mommy’s porridge and left that puny little leftover in the pot because of that laziness to do the dishes. scooped 5 spoonful of porridge (i have no wonder why so) and ate everything except for my favorite ladyfingers. then with no pot means no coffee so…
poured all the carrot juice i have in the refrigerator on the rocks, realized it didnt fill the cup and added chrysanthemum tea to do the job.
WA GROSS MAN. goonite, bang………. study leh.
tara
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September 10, 2009 · 2 Comments
Why finally there was something to turn me off. Not a cause for celebration but it probably has rid off those tensioned muscles i had. See, i knew i’d feel this way, it is a depressing week and i’ll be hoping that something will be shining at me by the end of it. How long will i feel this way?
Bless me. tara.
All along, not so strong without these open arms
Hold on tight
All along, not that strong without these open arms
Lie beside
All along, not so strong without these open arms
Ride beside
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oh no oh no oh no shit is taking its toll on me again. my mind is taking me too fast which will throw me into shit .
haha this is foolish two days later i will look back and find myself so lame and broken. Now bang, get on and do your work. readings, plussixfive, oms.
YES I’M BACK TO MY BANGS AGAIN. people say when you are troubled, CUT YOUR HAIR (:
tara!
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Just a couple of days ago i found myself in a horrible emotional void that reminded me just how unfeeling am i. But well the fact that i cannot stop bringing thoughts in and out of my head makes it ironic. Fortunately the cork on my tear ducts popped and yay i think i’ve gotten them all back. but yeah there’s nothing really for me to cry about. and now there’s a blackhead on my eyelid, WTF? so many countless emotions in here, crying spree?
adjusting to the school semester is still at works and i’m struggling to strike a balance in whatever nonsense things i do. falling asleep in lectures is unhealthy, bad, bad for school. readings many many again.
sometimes we like to do the most foolish things but go back to where you came from, alright.
one day work at stanchart tml boo money!
TARA,
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hello i’m farting non-stop dont know why. think it’s mensus bloat plus excessive chewing gum.
sometimes i wish i’m skinny. like skin-neeeee the kind that you know you will look good in anything.
insecurities.
tara!
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school can’t get bluer. it starts at 2pm and i’m here at 930am. like what the fuck. in order to finish some readings, prepare for class, prepare for presentation and a whole lot of things. i want to sleep in. would appreciate a movie and some snugglies. monday quick end please. 8pm is torture. fuck you monday!
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okay i’m officially bored. check this site out:
http://looklet.com
so funny
pretty fun i must say. mixing and matching clothes for the retarded smiling models. but fun . go play la but i got bored halfway. frustrating coconut. haha i think this colour look coconuty.
taara mama
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i want to turn in but i cant because my mind is throwing a typhoon fit again not that it does not usually.
i want to travel i need to read i want to be out tomorrow. National Day fills me up with patriotic beans. Why does National Day entail that we have to be greeted by MPs at every traffic light junction? Is it like a giant birthday card for the country that holds no humane emotions or is it supposed to be for us? Former or latter, i guess it failed on its purpose. Seriously i would be contented to just see some PLAIN “HappyBirthdaySingapore” banner. Or perhaps they want some recognition within the estate but sadly who again, wants to know that. Elections are no further than another Nonya show on tv. Furthermore, because many skip the flag-hanging tradition, they now spend money on hanging them for us and leaving the waste plastic bags along my corridor. wow
Isnt it surprising that i do have patriotic beans and i get all tingly when LeeKuanYew tears on the annual airing of that same malaya-sg separation video. Digging the security, stability and cleanliness or the country yes but we all revolve in our own worlds and aint the selected few the ones who get to stay in their awesome big houses and construct pseudo policies. Will i ever become some youth representative for Singapore? No way and i never wish to. Cream of the crop, the rest goes to the bin. Beyond my capability i’d say, humbly. So i’ll speak my singlish and stay in my hdb but i am still proud to say, life in the bin seems to be more promising in the happiness scores. rights.
Before i get all tangled up with the Sedition Act i shall listen to some jazz or at worse, Rice for a lullaby.
tara, again.
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you hesitate to think if what you are thinking is childish. remember the feeling of those primary school sweetheart-infatuations that we laugh about today, if it happened to you now, would you brush it off or would you go gaga about it?
what’s so bad about being single? you fear that there will be no hands to hold on to while you’re fighting for life on your deathbed, afraid of loneliness or rather fear about straying too far from the ideologies of the world. well unfortunately because people romanticize companionship. starry, javid and i were just discussing over supper last night. And seeing how couples fall out, patch up and ultimately decide that losing each other is too hard an ordeal to overcome, i realize how people really get so used to each other they’d die to rewind the tape. i’m not dissing this whole idea because it isnt unfamiliar and it made me grow. love is blind for real.
*****
After three entirely bookless months barely touching any academic material i am actually feeling the blues again, not surprising. bodyclock’s fucked and everything worse. another bout of study stress and retarded procedures to come.
alright sleep now, deerhoof got irritatingly awesome tracks i think i’ll dream of sailormoon tonight and spy on you. did i just hear agar-ation?
tara.
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