tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55454762011-04-22T11:16:47.076+08:00All the crazy scrambled thoughts that run through my head.judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comBlogger1961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1102830072864363622004-12-12T13:32:00.000+08:002004-12-12T13:41:12.863+08:00

Reasons to like Christmas: * No work til Jan 4th * Shopping in Bangkok *Q Bar (maybe) *Streaking...my hair * Parties *Presents *More parties *Joel is home Reasons to not like Christmas: *THE CROWDS. *Joel is home hehe.

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FUCK.

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I'm in shrug land.My latest reply to everything is a shrug. I'm trying to restrain it, in case the new lady boss who looks like a possessed guppy catches me. And tars me with the lazy ass brush. So maybe this is me coping. No tears. no screaming. No 3am babbling phonecalls to Lock asking if I'm pretty ( oh god Lock. I'm so sorry I did that. Quite hilarious now.Hindsight and all that.Ok. I buy you

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Why is the right thing always the hardest thing to do? How can a person firmly hold to a conviction and get their opinions completely twisted around within a day? Why do I always end up feeling so bad.And rude.And mean. When there's always that tiny part of me that wonders if its all really just my fault? Why is that no matter how much you care about someone, and how much they profess to care

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I've hit my 6 month mark at work.Almost. And am 180 degress away from my mindset 6 months ago. I can't believe I was scrabbling around for a job. I should've enjoyed waking up 10am,late nights, much drinks, meeting X whenever I felt like it. Word from the wise. Enjoy it now. The space.The time. You .will .never .get .it .BACK. I just aged 10 years typing that. Now what to do next? What to do?

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Things have been unmentionably boring - routine really.Work.watch a movie.work.work.go shopping.work.housecleaning.work.church?work.work.work. I am not a fan of routine. Which is surprising, because 6 months ago - I'd have been happy with some certainties in life. But when you get stuck watching TV every.bloody.evening.Something's got to give. And baby blue python heels don't do it for me

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1093695959993594852004-08-28T20:24:00.000+08:002004-08-28T20:25:59.993+08:00

Well this weekend sucked.The end.

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*and i feel like buddy holly cos its raining in my heart all the sad songs take me back, now that we are apart.. and i know how paul mc cartney felt, when he got up to say, I wish it was yesterday..*

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My mum has bought me a pair of paddle pop pink shorts. Paddington bear shorts no less. That come up to my knee. And this, has been the extent of new clothes for me. In my panic to neutralise the situation I let X buy me a black top with white polka dots. Quite cute. Apprently Mango will be getting them in purple and green too, which sounds quite ghastly. Has something happened while I was on the

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I've always wanted to watch the NDP fireworks along the Nicoll Highway.Its one of those Sinagporean things. Like eating Durians in Geylang. But somehow I've never gotten around to it. I remember planning it faithfully ever year and always watching a movie instead. And I had such a lovely surprise yesterday. I was finishing up some work, and I had a perfect aerial view from the office. Really nice

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I think I might be psychic. It would explain how I went out and bought two books out of the blue at borders. It was like I knew I was going to spend a lot of time on a pukey blue plastic chair reading. Honestly.Pukey blue describes it best. Have you ever noticed how nondescript hospitals are? I was watching the walls, and they were this beigey/brown melted mocha ice cream colour- that defies all

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Joel leaves on Wednesday. And while I'm not imagining him getting run over by monster trucks or mauled by bears, like mummy, I am worried. And I am going to miss him quite a bit. I've found so little time to do stuff with him these few weeks. No time, frankly. I'm not going to give him a pep talk. I gave him the sex talk and that will last us both A LOOONG WHILE. I still tell people he's my

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Last week's shopping expedition yielded true life necessities. Black birks after much rolling of jeans and "are my feet big?are they big? Really? you sure? really?". And CDs when no one was looking.This is technically because of Ian Ortega (YESS!!YOU!!). Pottered back to that cd shop looking for Usher. Was waylaid by Outkast, Mona Lisa Smile OST and Joss Stone instead. For the long working nights

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For 900 Dollars I Could Buy 9 Diana Von Furstenburg wrap dresses A Gucci Convertible clutch 850+ bags of Maltesers 9 Pairs of Birks 90 wifebeaters 4.5 Pairs of Sevens Almost a whole motorcycle bag 18 ruffle mini skirts * inspired by Jimmy

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Haven't been updating because I can't bear to sit in front of a computer more than I have to. Haven't really had enough time to sleep as much as I need either. I think its pretty ridiculous that I am as sick as a dog (maybe sicker) but i can't take leave because this is the busiest two weeks at work. I did the unthinkable and brought work home this weekend. I promise myself that this will not

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1085204723301539512004-05-22T13:14:00.000+08:002004-05-22T13:45:23.300+08:00

good morning! How are you?!How was your weekend? Great! SUre. I'll do it right away.After Lunch.As soon as I can. No, not going home yet. Working late tonight. Again. Vicky. The photocopier's jammed.I made a mistake. Did you get my email? Let me resend it. Sure. I'll get on that right now. Let's have a quick lunch. Did you get the message I left for you? No? Can you please run that data again. No

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SO apparently watermelon/celery juice is not the energy answer I was hoping for. The gymmeister dashed all my vitamin hopes. And I am inclined to agree. Had no energy to do anything last night. Seriously, I had to go lie down at the thought of doing laundry (between spin and hanging out to dry). Plus I have pimples. ORION IS ON MY CHIN. And this bizarre rash that only turns up on my left arm at

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Yesterday I bought: Tan pants Grey pants Tan shirt Blue shirt hehe. I am hungry.Again.I'm pretty sure its not healthy to go through a bag of maltesers a day. I blame vicky. She introed me. I cut my hair. I look like an angry little dwarf boy.Sigh. I give up.

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Today I bought myself, Turqouise satin chinoiserie vintage clutch. (so many words for such a small purse). I hid it under a feather headdress(don't ask why) and then went back for it. Black with thin silver/white stripes turtleneck tee , Zara Short hair To buy: Lavender ballerina top. Ok, why are Zara sizes so weird?! Diamond initial pendant (F, U) Celine Boogie bag in lime green suede. (

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Its 6.23. And I'm done with work. Like mega done. With all of it. It was a hectic (ish) week.But today was pretty relaxed .Probably because I was here til 8pm last night trying to figure out work bits. (Not same as bits that work). Supervisor brought us some brownies from Starbucks. And after eating /chatting/ /unzipping pants for vick in pantry,/batting toy lizard that we hung from the ceiling ,

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1081564951524800192004-04-10T10:42:00.000+08:002004-04-10T10:45:17.686+08:00

I am happy...to finally have a reason to buy the tan pants with black piping, have something truly tangible to measure my brain by, wear jeans to work, wear my patent flats somewhere I won't madly scuff them, work with nice people, have starbucks under the building (really.This was the deciding factor). I am sad..that late Sundays out are out of the question, that my ears pop in the lift( How

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1081392888921453542004-04-08T10:54:00.000+08:002004-04-08T10:57:33.700+08:00

I go worky worky! woohoo!:D

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Who is in your celebrity family? by cerulean_dreamsUser NameMomMeryl StreepDadJohnny DeppBrotherJohnny DeppSisterCameron DiazDogBuddyBoyfriendHughe GrantBest friendCameron DiazCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0! umm..my dad is my brother?? Who is in your celebrity family? by cerulean_dreamsUser NameMomSharron OsbourneDadAnthony HopkinsBrotherEric BanaSisterLucy LuiDogOtisBoyfriendSteve IrwinBest

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Good morning. * Hello. *Thank you for your time. *Thank you for the inteview. *My strengths are..* I work well under pressure. *I am comfortable with an entry level position.* You have a great team here.* Good afternoon. *Thank you.* I would love to work in this industry.*Hi.* Good morning.* You have a dynamic organisation. *Thank you for your time.* i enjoyed this interview.* Good evening.*Thank

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Recently, I've gotten many an msn message asking me the all important question; "Why are Men Pigs". Here are some reasons. 1.They cheat. 2.They lie. 3.They cheat and lie and call it instinctive male behaviour. 4.They look at other girls while kissing you on the escalator. 5.They have come up with a theory to justify it. 6.We have to study this asinine theory in school and take it seriously. 7.

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Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema. "I don't care. If it doesn't rhyme, it isn'ta poem." You are a type A personality. You like brightthings, you don't call in sick to work, and youhave devastating opinions about art. Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You? brought to you by Quizilla You want to hit Voldemort with a train! Too badthe guy won't die... Which Harry Potter Character Would

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Meant to Live Fumbling his confidence And wond'ring why the world has passed him by Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments, And failed attempts to fly, fly We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Somewhere we live inside We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Dreaming about Providence And

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:10 songs you love: * Good Enough Sarah Mclachlan *Freshman Verve Pipe *Meant to Live Switchfoot *Here I am to Worship *C'mon C'mon Sheryl Crow *Landslide Dixie Chicks *Aicha Outlandish *You Belong to Me Jason Wade *Insenstitive Jann Arden *Volare Gypsy Kings :09 things that make you smile : *Babies *Pretty flowers *Rain *Adrian Mole *Special smses *Peng *Songs I love *Pooch *Breezes on

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+10 important things inside your backpack/schoolbag/purse: *Cash *Debit Card *EZ Link Card *Handphone *Clorets *Turqouise organiser *Red Muji ink pen *Gazillion old receipts to write notes on * Loose change *Makeup +9 things that you really want right now: * A job I love * To be less irritable and stressed * To love myself * Balenciaga Motorcycle bag..ok, two. *For Miss Sixty to make the perfect

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Do you know how hard it is to bathe without getting soap in your belly button? I can now apply to be a contortionist with Cirque Du Soleil.

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I've been reading alot. Everything from Jane Green to stolen Thoreaux. They've become my familiar constant with everyone crazily busy with work, school and job hunting. I see why reading's an escape. With a book I don't have to worry about my nose being shiny or making conversation. I can wear my ratty tee, gym shorts and my book won't mind. Books are always interesting, sympathetic, quiet,

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1079113109186341122004-03-13T01:38:00.000+08:002004-03-13T01:40:46.996+08:00

Today was fun, an eye opener, even if my day started at the unearthly hour of 630am. While all that sashaying and primping and having people doll you up is fun, its not very easy being surrounded by impossibly gorgeous and even leggier women. So yes. I told people I'm a midget model. What's a girl to do? Anyway, everyone was very very nice and kind, and I did think it was kind of odd. Turns out

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1078764153831873282004-03-09T00:42:00.000+08:002004-03-09T00:44:47.560+08:00

This rain is mad. Why is it not stopping? I got annoyed at being marooned in the house, because my dinky little umbrella is useless against the demented rain. Hopped on a BUS!Yes you heard it right! BUS! not CAB! to J8 to buy groceries. I spent a whole hour looking longingly at sundried tomatoes, pickles, and gluten less cookies, and different types of pasta. Is this what domesticated means? Also

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1078676274747940422004-03-08T00:17:00.000+08:002004-03-08T00:20:07.810+08:00

U.N.K.L.E. rawked! Sorta. Considering I didn't know U.N.K.L.E from Uncle Kracker (whom I lurve) , I had fun.First, the company was .um.eclectic. But this was good because I could hop to phuture/Mambo with people and come back to find people glued to the Velvet console. Some highlights, * having a drink by MYSELF at Zouk.YEAH BABY! Being SINGLE ROCKS!Really. I liked it. * concientiously

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On again off again u.n.k.l.e. outing is on again. I've decided on silver Mango tank, that is shimmery (but not in a Getai way) with jeans.I would've loved something like a camo mini, but I like my legs unscarred thanksverymuch. And my red halter with just- as - red nails screams I HAVE NO BOYFRIEND!TAKE ME !TAKE ME NOW!!Which isn't what I'm going for. Right? Debated meeting them earlier for

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I'm perverse. You see, that's what started it. Went to P for very tempting impossible to pass up $10 manicure deal. Now. you know there are some stores that you feel you have to dress up to go into? This feels like it. Mainly because they kept following me around the store and telling me I would look fantastic in stuff. There's attentive, then there's annoying. These people are the latter.

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Today I ran errands instead. After several half hearted semi-concious phonecalls to C, I ditched the whole movie idea and slept in. I love Bugis.Its one of the only lazy places left here. I strolled around, checked out the silks and batiks, grabbed some watermelon juice and mrted my way to city hall. Picked up my masque and a whole bunch of Yardley Lily of the Valley stuff for my grandma. Of

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I have a migraine. It started with the sermon on Sat, and it never went away.Its hideously painful and making me embarrassingly rude and snappish. But then again, if I was nicer,I probably wouldn't be snapping anyway. I hateithateithateit. It is very frustrating to see how much of how you see yourself is formed by the perceptions people hold of you. People you love to death. But who do not love

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1077904006925865292004-02-28T01:46:00.000+08:002004-02-28T01:48:50.640+08:00

What to blog, what to blog? There are only so many ways that you can say I sent out another bunch of resumes and got turned down AGAIN, before they even gave me an interview.I have a little bonus piece of information to tack on this time. Because I have my first degree, I'm not eligible for anymore government grants. Which means I'll pay a cool 19K + compared to the 5650$ I was previously paying

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I'm sorry.I'm irritated. I shouldn't be, and once I get a life I probably will not be, but for now I shall avoid the W.Log. Avoidance is turning into a general theme. Can someone tell me how to add people to my invisible list on icq? I have bitten my nails to the quick.Despite having a mani appointment in 4 days. I have nothing to say or write because my mind is a vapid blank.Currently. I

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1077469605267505392004-02-23T01:06:00.000+08:002004-02-23T01:30:21.310+08:00

How's this for freaky? Bombs over Broadway midnight, new york city broadway, going up in flames ground zero, big city big apple swallowed by the flames bombs away, we never saw it coming bombs away, til the bombs start falling down, to seal our fate no time to run, now its too late countdown 5-4-3-2-1 the end is near baby here it comes the neon lights of the city burn and the sirens warn:

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You're a NY girl! You're a fine balance betweenstudying and fun, though that Chinesestereotype will never be erased until the endof human existence. (:b) Truly, you girls arethe Orchard-going type. Which school in Singapore suits you most? brought to you by Quizilla um.hallo..?

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1077392633775530422004-02-22T03:43:00.000+08:002004-02-22T03:45:51.780+08:00

I woke up at 11.13.Not too fantastic when you have cell at 12.Had griefgoingtobelateAGAIN thought sandwiched between two ill advised phonecalls. Resisted strong urge to dive back into bed. Had cell at SMU. Have you been to SMU? I felt so cheated. NUS is awful AWFUL in comparison.It was lovely, all greenery and high ceilings. Love it. But as Emily thoughtfully pointed out, should count my

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1077389585007477562004-02-22T02:53:00.000+08:002004-02-22T02:55:03.466+08:00

"So what's the glory in living Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore And if love never lasts forever Tell me what's forever for" So I've been thinking. Is there just The One person for each of us? Or are there Several Possible People,and its all about making it work? Tag me.

judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08008120939701857290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545476.post-1077177977455835082004-02-19T16:06:00.000+08:002004-02-19T16:08:13.360+08:00

Sing it Eamon!

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You know its time to step up the job search when you find yourself grinning that the sun is shining so you can mop the house in double quick time.

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There are too many clueless men in the world. And I don't mean MEN as in MANKIND. I MEAN MEN. As in THE COLLECTIVE CRIPPLE MINDED GENDER. First, just because I believe in colour co ordination and live in a house doesn't make me lazy. OK? I have done more menial work that you ever will. I am just as willing as the next guy.YES GUY. to roll up my sleeves and tackle work. And yes moron, I will do it

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By Five For Fighting. It reads a little like those interminable chain emails.So go listen to it instead. Too True. 100 Years I'm 15 for a moment Caught in between 10 and 20 And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are I'm 22 for a moment She feels better than ever And we're on fire Making our way back from Mars 15 there's still time for you Time to buy and time to lose 15,

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I am so sleepy. i have never been this sleepy in my whole life. Not even I was mugging at the last minute for My A level Econs. The insides of my arms ache.Everything aches. And of course I had to try to have a phone conversation at this lovely point. Once again. I have firmly established myself as a mad rambling moron. Now I have the answer to my question.This is why. REALLY. THIS IS WHY.

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Tired.Not in a frenzied crazy busy sort of way. But I look at them.And I know. I know the thoughts and dreams and expectations. And I know that it will all fall through. I know that one of the only concrete things they can hold on to is the one thing they studiously avoid. I know that my scoldings fall flat. As do the threats and intimidating looks. And at the end of the day. I know that despite

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Ah.So then I got hit on in class, and now the whole class chants "tight pants!pointy shoes!tight pants!pointy shoes!" as I come in and leave. They aren't mean about it, especially the girls, which is good since they are the worst critics when they want to be. So I suck it up and laugh it off. It IS pretty funny, since the pants are too loose. In the main iloveit iloveit iloveit iloveit! I smiled

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Here I sit.In my rat hole.Sorry, cubicle.Its ok as rat holes go. Now I have an excuse to be messy. I share my cubicle with a fish. It is small and looks like an ikan bilis version of a goldfish. It lives in a fetid swamp its owner calls a fishtank. I am thinking of calling SPCA. Classes are interesting. Its funy to see how transparent students really are, and how they always try every trick in

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There are many things you learn at 23. One of them is: Why You Shouldn't Apply Nail Polish at Night. Because you will wake up with a little on the tip of your nose.

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This is the problem with not knowing how to play an instrument. I am blissfully unaware of the complexities of chords and keys , and expect my lovely team to morph into musical gymnasts and extricate me from whatever amazing song mess I get myself into. Peng and I picked some really good songs, but all of them are hard to play, so the team had a slightly hard time of it last night. Slightly,

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If there was one word to describe growing up, it would be awkward. With a capital A. A capital everything. I was a capital mess. My uniform was a baggy black threadbare $3 Exportshop tee that hung to my knees and Joel's Levi's(* I only bought my first pair of jeans at 17, when my hips outgrew my baby brother's). I blamed myself for everything ugly that I was put through. Then I took it out on

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I went back to get the lessson plans today. And (unfortunately) met the principal. Who first assumed I was there for late admission into the school. Then. She exclaimed:WHAT?BUT YOU LOOK SO YOUNG! ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN TEACH??!). I just gaped at her in complete horror. I couldn't bring myself to not stare in open mouthed shock. She recovered quite quickly and said I'm sure you'll do fine.Too late

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I wish I was a Yeti. So I could give Penguin Men what they have coming.. I'll be the Yeti superhero who rids all womankind of useless hapless excuse-making mummy's boys. And vapid, obsessed-about-exes boys. And boys who puff out their bony wimpy chests and use women as doormats. I shall wack them all with my Yeti Bat. and then I will chase them down the street and wack them somemore til they cry

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Hold Her Closer When you see love And you don't know what it is You might find yourself in fear To show your heart But when you feel it And it's oh, so wonderful You might find yourself in fear To let it part, in fear to let it part So hold her closer when she cries Hold her closer when she feels She needs a hand to hold Someone who'll never let her go again And hold him closer when

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Have you heard Alex Parks? YOU NEED THIS CD.Trust me. VERY HOT.

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Ok.So I am just going to keep telling myself its ok.Because it really is ok. I just talk about it alot because I'm neurotic. Plus I am not used to drawing attention to the less confident bits of me. I like to be assessed on the things I do well. And I guess if I look beyond all the other reasons floating in my murky mind, right deep down inside, I know I need to step out of my stupid shell and my

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wishlist. Balenciaga Motorcycle bag in emerald green Balenciaga Sack Bag in emerald green Racing strip gucci Convertible Puma red suede boxing boots

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You are like majority of the people in today'ssociety. You probably like the latest trends,but not because they are considered cool; justbecause you like them. Continue being you,people like you for it. A Deeper Look Inside Yourself (with pics) brought to you by Quizilla I want to be Snoopy. I am definitely more Snoopified than NapMan :(

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Went to meet Lock for dinner and to Reveal Deep Dark Secret. There's this nice little pasta place tucked away at the back of Takashimaya's basement. And it doesn't break the bank. I think I might go back for ribs. And more pasta. And ice cream. Ok. I'm nervous. Mt stomach is doing the most amazing flip flops. It would be a fantastic contender for the Olympics.

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Today I changed the sheets while watching Everwood. This sounds simple, but it requires a keen sense of hearing and nimble feet to dart between the hall and the room. Very delicate balance. Maybe next week I'll memorise the commercials to finetune this act. I need a hobby. Tomorrow I have to pick up those garnets.Finally. And make Mummy's friend that pearl necklace as promised. I discovered a

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What is with this rain man???! Its crazy wet outside! And it hasn't stopped the whole day. Its TOO COLD. I felt cold in a HOT SHOWER ITS THAT COLD. If I wanted this weather, I'd have gone to do my Master's. I hope it stops tomorrow. My camisole - ridden wardrobe is not up to this. But in better news, my Birks have gone to Birkenstock Heaven. They got soaking wet in the rain and developed a very

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Went to Mrs Lek's place last night. We had dinner at Fish & Co first. I really like the fish!But the calamari was a bit fishy. Does that make sense?! Anyway. Spent the night playing Taboo and BlackJack, losing Orion's money and screaming at my Taboo teammates. Highlights included screaming BIIIITCH ( i really though it was the answer!) and terribly alarming Royston's Indian colleague. Also ate

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You're taffy!! You're a clever and kind person,but you tend to hold grudges. You are not bigon dishing out forgiveness. Which kind of candy are you? brought to you by Quizilla Birds Chirping: Sweet and mellow, you are thefamiliar and pleasant sound of birds chirping.You are very down to earth and love theoutdoors. You show a love for simple things,like the quiet whisper of the wind and

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I feel displaced. Like I've detoured sans map. And I'm 180 degrees away from where I should be. But I don't know where that is either. Obviously all this combines to form a blinking neon LOSER sign in my mind. I wonder if I'll ever stop waiting. Whether all the things I am waiting for will ever happen. For people to not fall away. For the fighting and nastiness and competition to stop. It really

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*ahem* ANNOUNCEMENT. You are going to Marry Josh Hartnett. He is reallyshy, but don't let that fool you. He is reallyoutgoing and sweet with those he loves and willbe loyal to them for the rest of his life.Congrats!! Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (10 results that have pics!) brought to you by Quizilla

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What's worse than Christmas decorations in October? What's more annoying than CNY decorations in December? Valentine's Day decorations/ads in January. I think we should rename Valentine's Day. Hmmm.. Let's call it Global Stupidity Day. I still for the life of me do not understand Valentine's Day. Apparently a saint was martyred on Feb14th. How is this by any stretch romantic???? I have to say

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This test was MADE for me. 'Fudged in the Head' PLEASE VOTE!!! What Type of Lunatic are You? brought to you by Quizilla I knew I wasn't insane.

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and Treat williams and ED HARRIS.Who is my husband.

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My non Ben Afflecky hot men are not appearing. Such is life. Here is a list instead. Breckin Meyer Adam Sandler Colin Hanks Ian McKellan (HOW can he be gay.) Matthew Broderick Ryan Phillipe Casey Affleck Things to note.. 1. When in doubt, wear chocolate ribbed sleeveless turtlenck and black pencil skirt with chocolate pumps. 2. Smile a lot. Say thank to everyone. People are not invisible. 3.

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Non Ben Afflecky hot men. Inspired by Mr Koh.

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Well. Here I sit slathered in lavender body butter and telling myself the heat is not so bad. I think I shall perfect the woolly mammoth look from now on and be done with it. Guess what I found? Those cute paper doll cut outs with interchangeable outfits! I loved those in primary school! I used to scrimp and save and give up my daily chocolate ice cream and appollo biscuits to buy them. And I'd

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Huh. No pain. BUT I have freckles! Which means I freckle! So I'm giing to get all freckly! I'm going to look like a giant polka dotted....SOMETHING. Sometimes you just can't win.

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Oh dear Lord please do not let it hurt too much when she rips the hairs from my arms tomorrow. I know if I tear at threading I will go ballistic at this, but please please make some large piece of furniture or ceiling FALL ON ME and knock me out. Please Please. I know I must pay for my vanity and pandering to the hairless ideal.But please do not let it hurt. We both know why I'm doing this. Amen

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Hello. My name is Judith. I have a six a day chipotle mini sausage habit.

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Ahem. So apparently, you can do the ERS transfer only at certain ATMS.First, how am I supposed to know this? Second. This is also rubbish. The POINT of ATMS is convenience. How is it convenient for me to hop from one dumbass machine to the next? Really. Anyway, its done. So I have money. Sort of. Also made first ever cheque deposit. THEN. It happened. I went to return Sushi For Beginners and I

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Today I shall go bank hopping in a last ditch attempt to get my ERS shares. Its super disgusting that I can only atm convert them with POSB. What crap. If eligible for ERS, shouldn't I be able to convert them at whatever bank I choose to do business with? I will not be BULLIED into doing anything I DON'T WANT TO. Unless its UOB that made the decision not to offer the service. Then I just have a

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I am really thankful for my unemployment.Its a bit embarrassing how much I'm revelling in it!But I have prefected my sheepish/sad look for when people ask me if I've got a job yet. When I was little, I used to long for the day when I could get up at 10am and drink a slow cup of coffee like Ammachi. My day has come baby!!!:D But while whiling away a year is not exactly going to keep me in Karen

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Its 2004. Which meansI'm done with 6 months out of the unemployed year I have allowed myself. I have * spent lots of time with Lil, discussing everything and nothing over six trilliongazillionmajillion cups of Starbucks coffee and sushi. * Met Luisa in Melbourne and done mundane things like grocery shopping and fun things like gorging on ice cream and pizza and late night lattes giggling over

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I AM FAT!FAT FAT FAT!I AM ANNOYED. I HAVE BEEN EATING AND EATING AND NOW I AM FAT.I AM HUGE.I AM ANNOYED. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO LIKE THIS.EVERYBODY IS GOING TO BE SKINNY.REALLY SKINNY.I CAN SEE YOUR RIBS SKINNY. I WANT TO SEE MY RIBS!AND I CAN'T FIND A TOP. AND I SHOULD LOOK SLIMMER IN A SKIRT.BUT NO! SO I COULD EITHER LOOK LIKE A MODERATE MAN OR A FAT WOMAN. GREAT. JUST GREAT.

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I wonder if it is possible to appreciateenjoyembrace a culture without learning the language. As awful as it sounds, I have forgotten most of my stunted Tamil vocabulary. I have a horrendous accent when I actually excercise what I do know, so I've stopped. Its like a sari, if you can carry it off with flair, go ahead. But if your underskirt is peeping out and your sari is half dragging on the

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I have to say something. I hate getting dressed in the morning. I'm not depressed! I'm just tired of matching the top to the bottom and the shoes to the bag and the earrings to everything else. So I went to see Mona Lisa Smile with Lil, and on the escalator..I noticed..she was wearing slippers! Navy blue Rubber slippers!!She gave me the temerity to unleash my inner slob! So yesterday I went to

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Honor: You are an honorable person who is firm withhis/her beliefs and treats others as you aretreated. People would consider you humble attimes and very respectful, and someone todefinitely respect back. Which Characteristic From the Samurai Code Matches You Best? (You may find out your best trait) brought to you by Quizilla And I thought it was something to put on a sandwich. You live and

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The thing about me and Lil is that we can have serious discussions. Like. Really intellectual. Excerpt: Lilian says: cannot sleep? judith says: sort of. was waylaid! Lilian says: by? judith says: by mini M&m pack! judith says: so... Lilian says:oh no! judith says: u know... judith says: ya.... Lilian says: not the mini M and M! judith says: i found the party size bag! Lilian says: oh no! Lilian

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Which flock do you follow? this quiz was made by alanna

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I am grateful that : * I don't have to choose between a career and marriage. * I don't have to marry a snivelling mummy's boy. * I am not dating a snivelling mummy's boy. * I didn't grow up in the fifties. * I don't have to cook and clean and wear a monogrammed twinset while I do it. If I did, I would tie my chintzy curtian firmly around my neck and sit my corseted self down til I died. * I

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will I get the job.If I get it, will my back stand it. Am I putting on weight. Should I take the other offer. Am I being pigheaded. I should've bought less jet.Or persuaded her to use jet not garnet.What's an unexpected colour with garnet and jet.I have to make a price list. I have to email Ringo. I have to prepare worship.I have a headache.

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I had it pretty well planned. And of course OF COURSE IT HAD TO GET MESSED UP! Now I have two possibilities of work. One is definite and temporary, but exactly what i love doing. Another is permanent and unconfirmed. I COULD SCREAM! I WANT THEM BOTH! BOTH!!I can DO IT!. REALLY!BOTH! Well. We'll wait til the middle of the week and see. In other news, my plans to blow up like the goodyear blimp

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I learn something new every New Year's eve. For example, a First Aid Kit is a party must have. Second, little boys are insane. They were everywhere in everything. I found one napping in the car, three of them cut themselves. ON WHAT I have no idea. A few more were hanging off the gate.Yes. Hanging.Off.The gate. And of course, we had to rush one to the 24hr clinic, because he managed to wedge his

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You and I (acoustic) - Jason Mraz Miss You - Aaliyah Falling - Alicia Keyes Waiting on an Angel- Ben Harper Why Can't I - Liz Phair Aicha - Outlandish I Thought She knew (Acoustic) - NSync Ice Cream - Sarah McLachlan Beautiful - Lifehouse Love Song for a Saviour - Jars of Clay Someday - Nickleback More than Words - Extreme Can't Fight this Feeling - R.E.O Speedwagon Besame Mucho - Dean Martin

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First, i took down the wrong block. So we were treated to a tour of CCK as we looked for 604.Which doesn't exist. After 30 min of circling with mummy rolling her eyes and X getting quieter and quieter. We found the block.640. Of course then I had to stop at the foot of the block and apply my makeup. with X holding the mirror as I tried to get the right amount of blush/gloss/lipstick on. He also

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Overrated: Hermes Birkin Jelly Kellys Louis Vuitton anything. ( Really. Its looks like many coloured dung.) Light Skin Ralph Lauren. Its is the last refuge of the styleless. Sex Kenneth Cole shoes Clubbing Alcohol iMAcs. They look like toilet seat covers. If you need a laptop to make you appear sweet, you have bigger problems. models Anna Wintour Driving in Singapore Degrees Breasts Smoking

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ACK! Another Event Mirage! Was supposed to go out with X &Co tomorrow. And invited S, Peng and J. along. This should've been watertight!WATER!TIGHT! Then X said he was going somewhere else with friends. Which is fine. And my friends have all cancelled! Some sick and one got the day wrong. Or yours truly gave the wrong day. So now. Will sit at home alllloooone tomorrow. Allllll alooooooone. Sing

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I love Christmas. Now I can post what I got everyone without mummy/papa/joel stumbling on it here. Mummy: Elizabeth Arden makeup set with the works! Papa: Lancome Miracle parfum/shaving cream/aftershave Ammachi: I resized a pic of her as a kid with my greatgrandparents and framed it. Joel: Blue tee which he declared as "super mat".Idiot., Pimp daddy earrings and hoops. Lil: sewed vintage

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Its Christmas. For once it isn't blazing hot and humid. I can actually contemplate wearing a long sleeved top. My skin is clear. I am full of holiday spirit. Of course. Now I have the flu. My lips are actually so cracked they're bleeding. Nothing helps.Exfoliating.Drinking water. Lip balm.Drinking more water. Still as cracked as my brother. I am secretly relieved Lil's dinner got cancelled.

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Well. Ikea was crazy crowded. I am amazed at X for patiently manouvering cart while I darted (really.) around people debating tupperware sizes. I would've upturned cart and run screaming. Von's ROM left me with that happy contented feeling. She had the perfect intimate wedding. It didn't hurt that she looked HOT in baby blue BCBG. I think God really is in the details. These are my Fav things

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Ok. Its 4.40! Want to blog but need to head to Queensway (socks for X) and Ikea (cookie jars for Joel). Why can't they shop alone? Ok I not so secretly like it. Will be back to blog abt: *Thatplace with X *Von's beeeooootiful ROM *Christmas dinner *shopping list k .bye.

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