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[22 Oct 2009|12:19am] Hellz Bellz (black) acid wash legging skin tight "spray on jeans" in 9/10 condition original price SGD89 now: SGD35 sold Tie-Dye oversized shirt with front pocket SGD14 Tribe Acid Wash oversized unisex shirt with front pocket Material is thick and of good quality Condition 10/10 SGD 14 floral crop top ends around navel condition 9/10 SGD14 Floral oversized top ends below crotch (short dress / long top) SGD16 zara white dress has a hole in 1 pocket (not noticeable), other than that condition is good, worn only twice SGD19 white smock w/ ruched back and ribbon at waist has a inner lining for skirt condition 10/10 never worn SGD19 Interested please contact swirlywirly_gal@hotmail.com TQ ^.^   3comment;

SELLING [03 Aug 2009|04:43pm] Unisex Sheer Jersey Short Sleeve Deep V-Neck IN APRICOT (AS SHOWN) SIZE S more info PRICE: USD22  SGD 29 SOLD Sheer Jersey Chemise IN BLACK (AS SHOWN) SIZE S more info PRICE: USD24 SGD 25 Contact swirlywirly_gal@hotmail.com or leave a comment if interested TQ!     4comment;

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[01 Aug 2009|04:17am] ♥ Zouk Presents Flea & Easy – Beauty & the Feast edition Sunday 2 August 2009 at Zouk, Phuture and Wine Bar, 2pm to 8pm Admission is Free Come   comment;

[07 Jul 2009|12:36am] SALVATION ANNIE  PLEASE CONTRIBUTE :p THANK U!   1comment;

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[18 Dec 2008|04:25am] polly likes cheese now.. and milk. she never used to! she's a mainstream Disney type cat now. syndrome hits when they turn 18..   7comment;

[18 Dec 2008|04:16am] Popcorn night!   4comment;

[11 Dec 2008|10:15am] Recently, my mom shared with me how she was emailing an old friend about some paintings, and casually slipped in the mandatory "And how's the family? All well I hope.. And how are the kids?", expecting a "Oh they're fine.. My youngest just turned 12, and the oldest is graduating college soon. And their asthma is back.." or something along those lines. But instead, she received a painfully detailed description of their academic achievements. And he didn't slowly slip into it after some beating around the bush; he went straight into it! "My youngest just finished his PSLE, and he got the highest score of the three! But I suppose that to be the case because he worked the hardest.. He got 258! (Compared to his sister's 256.) The oldest just finished at Choate, and is applying for universities now! What are Ann-Marie's plans?" I suppose that indicates that he feels it perfectly justified to link academic prowess with "wellness", or "well-being", or even to equate the two. Yes, and he misspelt my name. So, my mother being my mother, replied to his email after a hearty laugh : "An? She plans to sell popiah. Quite seriously."   25comment;

[11 Dec 2008|04:21am] Mom's idea of "Pose".. she fashions her hand after a bowl   comment;

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[08 Dec 2008|10:33pm] For Kim Massive mollusk orgy Other than being down with gastroenteritis from the Jakarta trip (read: fruit from ditch) and Prom, i've been seeing a few plays and dances with mom and I've made a few plans. Right now money is being made through the odd errand for mom, Citylink art project (hopefully) and spare change from photography contributions to magazines.. A real proper job has to wait till I get back from DUBAI(!!) where I will be spending Christmas and NY's.. Yay yay yay yay yay....   21comment;

[08 Dec 2008|10:29pm] Green gooey gunk   comment;

[08 Dec 2008|10:27pm] Large. Original Flavour. 3 Toppings. Good stuff   1comment;

[28 Nov 2008|10:55am] haha siao   5comment;

conditio sine qua non [22 Nov 2008|01:26pm] went for the opera last night.. audience gave the tenor a rousing applause and a semi standing ovation.. (y) Really want december to fly by , and the new year to begin. Got my 2009 calendar already. j'ai trop des tristes pensés pour ça je veux crier je ne suis pas content furieux comme un enfant   comment;

Discovery [17 Nov 2008|02:45am] [ music | jacques dutronc ] "servicing" these = 500 fucking $ the camera guy showing off his nikon fish eye. liked this one : jooosi ramly bergeroo- better than the mega mac spicy any day The man asked me to guess the price of the fish eye and I quite assuredly said "at least two, three thousand dollars.." (It's $280) I would so clearly fail, miserably, at The Price Is Right. Now I really need to get a NETS card or maybe a job.. Anyway I went to get 6 packets of kitty litter for Polly and on the way I popped in to Video Ezy and rented Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey, Luc Besson's Nikita, and Infamous (favorites) Going . to. watch. repeatedly. the. whole. week.   18comment;

[16 Nov 2008|12:44am] a very simple lunch.. just what i needed. had the roughest night in a long time.   10comment;

[16 Nov 2008|12:24am] Photo taken at citylink's tickleart ; Work by Jon Chan I really enjoyed this.   comment;

[14 Nov 2008|12:57pm] aha shit i suck at photoshop   25comment;

[14 Nov 2008|12:35am] courtesy of tickleart Pleasant day.. visited my beloved Queen Street temporary hawker center and saw lots of interesting things.. FINALLY saw some of the Biennale.. and had bento dinner at 一心 at One Raffles. just what i've been craving- lots of sashimi, sushi, soba and the works.. sigh other than that, prospects seem bleak.. looking forward to the weekend! And end of the month.. Java beckons.. Retreat into a spa in the valley and bury myself in sea mud and ayurvedic oils until i emerge 100% rejuvenated. And then time to think about some real plans..   8comment;

[02 Nov 2008|06:24pm] Tea time! About tomorrow, i think i can safely say I've resigned myself to fate..   2comment;

[01 Nov 2008|01:55pm] Save one white girl, who deemed it would not be So dread a thing to feel a sea-god’s arms Crushing her breasts in amorous tyranny, And longed to listen to those subtle charms Insidious lovers weave when they would win Some fenced fortress, and stole back again, nor thought it sin To yield her treasure unto one so fair, And lay beside him, thirsty with love’s drouth, Called him soft names, played with his tangled hair, And with hot lips made havoc of his mouth Afraid he might not wake, and then afraid Lest he might wake too soon, fled back, and then, fond renegade, Returned to fresh assault, and all day long Sat at his side, and laughed at her new toy, And held his hand, and sang her sweetest song, Then frowned to see how froward was the boy Who would not with her maidenhood entwine, Nor knew that three days since his eyes had looked on Proserpine; Nor knew what sacrilege his lips had done, But said, ‘He will awake, I know him well, He will awake at evening when the sun Hangs his red shield on Corinth’s citadel; This sleep is but a cruel treachery To make me love him more, and in some cavern of the sea Charmides II by Oscar Wilde   comment;

[01 Nov 2008|02:20am] "What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish. This is bad for everyone; the majority lose all genuine taste of their own, and the minority become cultural snobs." -W H Auden   6comment;

[01 Nov 2008|01:56am] something funny I found on the Consumerist: iPhones image being tarnished by poor people Especially the comments:   comment;

[30 Oct 2008|10:02pm] [ music | MGMT ] Camera Obscura last night Very charming.. Especially loved when she took off her shoes.. The drummer was the cutest thing, and so was this "versatile band member" who could play everything from maracas to the clarinet.   17comment;

RUBY [30 Oct 2008|01:46pm]   6comment;

[28 Oct 2008|03:31am] "The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives us our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us."   1comment;

[26 Oct 2008|08:50am] god.. have not slept...

[25 Oct 2008|12:52am] [ music | the twelves ] And as I gently sip this drink, I think about my lack of future, And all the places I could learn to fall in love. I know I shouldn't waste my time, Wishing I'd been better designed, yet for some reason still think I am wrecked. I am overblown. We dream big, but act small. The higher you jump, the harder you fall. So should we jump at all..   10comment;

[24 Oct 2008|09:15pm] The other day: After washing up and application of Antiseptic. Just happened to have my camera with me........ snooze   comment;

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[22 Oct 2008|12:42pm] In media Res "How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned. Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders"

[21 Oct 2008|12:09pm] [ music | stars of the lid ]   18comment;

can't find the words [20 Oct 2008|03:11am] Today wasn't a very good day. I fell into a drain and have a deep gash on my shin, along with badly scraped knees and various bruises. All because I turned to look at someone.. Then, I didn't complete any work. My mind was somewhere else- somewhere far away. Somewhere amongst the lyrics of the song I was listening to. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. This can't go on.. Days are vile and vapid. Except for..   4comment;

[12 Oct 2008|10:00pm] [ music | ashley tisdale - kiss the girl ] Caught The Vagina Monologues and it was quite excellent. Got this pretty large stretched canvas that spans my room wall and I have been putting off starting on something for quite some time now.. Mom made pasta, quiche, and had leftover chocolate cake from her dinner party which was off the hook. Still praying for a miracle..   54comment;

SONNET CXLVII [09 Oct 2008|12:07am] My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.   2comment;

le roi est mort [08 Oct 2008|02:12am] Do not, O do not make an artificial stasis which is unbreakable; break and bend and grow again, as I have done only today.   comment;

[08 Oct 2008|12:51am] "After two days of no-schedule, I sit down on a clear cold sunny day with nothing to beef at except the slick sick feeling which won't leave. It comes and goes. I feel I could crack open mines of life- in my daily writing sketches, in my reading and planning: if only I could get rid of my absolutist panic. I have, continually, the sense that this time is invaluable, and the opposite sense that I am paralyzed to use it: or will use it wastefully and blindly. I have all the world's readings on my back, instead of a possible book a day. I must discipline myself to concentrate on certain authors, certain fields, lest I welter, knowing nothing and everything. I am neither a know-nothing or a bohemian, but I find myself wishing, wishing, to have a corner of my own: something I can know about, write about well. All I have ever read thins and vanishes: I do not amass, remember. I shall this year work for steady small growth, nothing spectacular, and the ridding of this panic. "Brief note: to self. Time to take myself in hand. I have been staggering about lugubrious, black, bleak, sick. Now to build into myself, to give myself backbone., how ever much I fail. If I get through this year, no matter how badly, it will be the biggest victory I've ever done. All my spoiled little girl selves cry to escape before my bad, ignorant somnolence is made drearily public... If I fainted, or paralyzed myself, or pleaded that I couldn't carry on, I'd probably escape: but how to face myself, to live after that? To write or be intelligent as a woman? It could be a worse trauma than this, although escape looks very sweet and plausible. This way, I can build up a dull, angry resentment & feel I'm going through with it & will deserve my freedom in June, for sacrificing a year of my life. 7 more months. From "Journals of Sylvia Plath". Maybe some of you can relate too, for I can.   4comment;

[07 Oct 2008|01:05pm] If you call me I won't be home I'm hiding from the kingdom come They can't see everything on earth With the satellites and the roving drones This is why hell is underground Like a reclaimed bad part of town We don't want to lose our souls We're the saints who don't want to be found   1comment;

[07 Oct 2008|12:43pm] And take a little walk when the worst is to come When I saw you looking like I never thought And say you're at a loss or forgot that words can do more than harm The town is gonna talk, but these people do not See things through to the very minimal But what's it gonna cost to be gone? If we see you like I hoped we never would When eyes can't look at you any other way, Any other way, any other way

[06 Oct 2008|03:16am] she said, "some races can't be won" and so we fade with the setting of the sun. and airplanes always leave the ground with confidence in safely coming down, unlike us, we crashed and can't be found. in the movies, on the big screen, I'd make you mine. if this were highschool or just homecoming, we'd dance all night. don't let that smile fade, i wouldn't want to see you hurt like I am, or keep the promises we made. i know that this will come and go, but she runs further, further than she knows. could i have shown more teeth when i smiled? stood up straight when you called my name? kissed you with my eyes closed? i'm lost, i'll find my way... this isn't highschool or homecoming, let's say goodnight.

[06 Oct 2008|03:05am] found this from an old locked entry in 2006: "...that's why i wished i were in love because it's so much easier to take the steps, to risk getting burnt, because somehow your choices seem to be easier to make, like they were made for you already, like there are wings on your feet, like there was no other way." makes sense.

[06 Oct 2008|01:32am] what the   19comment;

[06 Oct 2008|12:57am] [ music | black kids (the twelves remix) ]   2comment;

[03 Oct 2008|01:12am] ze new blog.   comment;

[30 Sep 2008|10:56pm] [ music | destroyer.. there'll be another just like you. ] did i mention mom's an artist?   2comment;

[30 Sep 2008|06:35pm] Ho ho   4comment;

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[30 Sep 2008|05:27pm] It's everything I miss when you're not here That makes you float away the more that I stay You're further away and still closer now somehow..

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