Monday, November 28, 2005
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how to tame an emo kid:
leave them flattering comments on friendster/myspace/their blog. listen to their problems. be a member of the opposite sex and reject them (they love unrequited love more than most people love sex, so they'll hang around you for-ev-er).
sooo, true. yet, disturbingly hurting? lol.
`donovan. |12:16 AM|
Sunday, November 27, 2005
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lol. the things one experiences when going shopping yeah. on saturday while walking along orchard (after some black idiot came an hour late, causing me to wait an hour at the CJ bus stop wet from heavy rains) we all had encounters of some kind individually. gughan met a big, shadow from the past *snigger* or should i say friend from long ago la. jeremiah had some girl give him a free drink as he was boasting what a chick magnet he was (please la miah, she's not chio. stop flaunting, you're a lousy-chick magnet) and some modelling scout was harassing me from far east all the way to scotts.
but that's not the worst to come. the worst was when we were at domanchi x.square browsing suits at paragon and horror of all horrors, guess who we met. at the exact spot behind the shop at some desolate corner (the store was a corner one) at that specific time. we met mr and mrs tan jek suan and their two children. shopping. for grad night lucky draw stuff. oh. my. god. i reacted with some disbelief when i saw them through the shop window. miah did more than stare with disbelief, he practically flew back and nearly fell to the ground. lol.
so today i spent 258 bucks on a suit and pants. shit la so many things to buy, so little money to buy it with.
anyone with any lobang for jobs please tell me yeah? wish me luck for lit s on tuesday. gonna need it. i've a nagging feeling that i'm gonna get ungraded for my paper.
`donovan. |10:24 PM|
Saturday, November 19, 2005
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this sucks you know? i already feel like i'm in holiday mode. playing. using the computer. trying to change my blog template. playing the guitar. sleeping in. and i've a paper on wednesday... damn all of you who finish the As early and am influencing poor old me to play alongside you guys.
and that's not all. damn myself. for trying to be hero and take lit s. and my exam endson gradnight. which means i've no time to even get ready! shit. shit. shit.
need prozium.
bad.
"but i being poor have only my dreams. i have spread my dreams under your feet. tread softly, because you tread on my dreams." - Yeats.
`donovan. |2:02 PM|
Friday, November 18, 2005
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i'm a sense offender. come get me, preston.
`donovan. |11:49 PM|
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lit paper 8 today was ownage. piece of cake. 2 questions. one pair of comparison poems and one prose. as usual, a waste of 3 hours of my time.
this sucks. stupid physics chem econs math students. all finished already. stupid stupid stupid. can't believe my last exam is on grad night. screw... anyway, will be treating the 23rd as my last exam, not 29th.. since you can't study for lit s, and i need to get ready for grad night anyway...
need to get my dota skills back. can't believe i lost to a short fart. and his tall friend. the rest, no respect la... can take them on. nevermind, i'll go meditate in a forest, come out with enlightenment.
time to watch EQ!
`donovan. |6:54 PM|
Monday, November 14, 2005
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today. deja vu. someone borrowed a pen from me for lit exam.
while a year ago, i borrowed a pen from someone else. for lit exam. amazing how people change.
`donovan. |10:00 PM|
Sunday, November 13, 2005
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Sir sometimes when he is not Antony he comes too short of that great property which still should go with Antony... his 'inches'.
Kingdoms are plasticine. Our shitty earth alike screws animals as man.
`donovan. |8:50 PM|
Saturday, November 12, 2005
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christian bale rocks my world man.
`donovan. |8:51 PM|
Friday, November 11, 2005
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Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
`donovan. |9:36 PM|
Friday, November 04, 2005
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hmm i figure if i dont at least write
something, this blog will die before i intend it to. just that it's the As, no mood/time to write much. nothing happens anyway... sigh.
sooo....
SOMETHING
`donovan. |7:23 PM|
