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: christian : brown hair : blue eyes : short : lazy : gullible : collector of sea shells : procrastinator : perfectionist : beach bum : eater-of-everything : hopeless romantic : sleeper inerer : diver : musician : optimist : poet : camper :

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How much are you worth?

there was a small chicken named Tara,
who was turned into chicken parmigiana,
to the farmers remorse,
she wasnt much of a course,
that silly chicken named Tara.
-NATE

我爱

: the beach : sunshine : pesto : diving : sudoku : sea shells : custard tarts : banana&lime shakes : stars : giraffes : sailing : wollongong : bailey's ice cream : camping : seafood : nice smiles


我恨

: cockroaches : rain : pigeons : littering : eels : burnt toast : cream


话




愿望

  • get a pet llama
  • dive with seals
  • beat the asians in Mandarin
  • be able to open a bottle with my belly button
  • see a play at the sydney opera house
  • jump into a pool of jelly


    • 朋友

    daniel
    deberino-blah
    dionne
    dot
    ling
    mark
    matt
    mei
    nathan
    nick
    peter
    renee
    son
    susu
    timmins
    yvonne
    yelitte


    谢谢

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    Images: Self-drawn by Yyanniies
    Bg: curving in Ps


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    since august 06

    ♥ Saturday, September 16, 2006 4:04 AM

    MAH.
    Feeling craphouse.
    A piece of poo in a haystack.
    You know when you have those days when you look in the mirror and you look like roadkill... so you feel like roadkill... and consequently the rest of your day is crap. I know it sounds so stupid and whiney... Anyhoo. So on days like these when nothing works out, everyone thinks your stupid, and there is nothing to look forward to, the last thing I need right now is someone watching my every move, and criticising me (although I know they mean it in a nice way and are trying to help) and making me feel more self concious, causing me to screw up again and feel worse, hence we have a vicious cycle. These days happen every now and then and when they do... I guess I like to go home to my empty house, put on my music, play flute, or talk to the birds. But "I am running away from the problem" by doing so. Although I can't help feeling that I am simply stopping it from getting worse, because people in my face is the last thing I want right now. I little leeway for Tom would be nice. People seem to forget that at least three or so roadkill days happen every month. Am I being selfish?

    Ken li and I are supposed to be making raspberry muffins today. I hate cooking when I'm in a bad mood :( The food needs to be cooked with love :P And somehow when I feel like crap, the food turns out crap.