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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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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

    Designer: yyanniies
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    Programme: Paint
    Images: Self-drawn by Yyanniies
    Bg: curving in Ps


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    since august 06

    ♥ Tuesday, December 26, 2006 11:09 PM

    This Christmas has been the most... un-Christmassy Christmas ever. I have to say, as much as I complain about it, I miss the way mom decorates the house with tinsel and Christmas decorations. I miss the smell of a real Christmas tree that mom would always insist on getting and carting into the house leaving trails of dirt and pine needles everywhere. I miss mom's little presents from 'Santa.'
    This Christmas mainly consisted of folding clothes, fitting people into jeans, sms'ing mother, eating cherries, gift giving, fried salmon, wizz fizz throwing, see-saw ups and downs, energy drinks, frustration, and above all the feeling of missing someone; The feeling of not knowing yourself as well when the person who made you you is not around.

    'You should be more independent' they say.

    As far as I am concerned I am independent enough. Pardon me if I appreciate Christmas Dinner with friends. And pardon me if I have not been taught 'all that I was supposed to be taught' by my mother.

    Such is life. Such is being the black sheep. Or should I say the white sheep.