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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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    since august 06

    ♥ Sunday, January 07, 2007 8:15 PM

    You know it's kind of amazing how well some lyrics of a song or even a few chords on a guitar can sometimes express emotion so much more soundly than words.

    Apologies for not writing more in my entries lately. Most of what I have been posting is either in poem or song.

    It's times like these when I am sitting here, once again waiting for mom to get home so I can spend time with her, when I realise I have no one in this world but myself. And it's strange that I have only come to realise this as I have gradually turned to one person after another, only to find that they don't care either.

    I wish that I had a family I could turn to. I wish that my Dad called to see how I am going, I wish that my Mom made an effort to support me in the things I do. Instead everything is piled on top of me and I am told to hold my head high and deal with it.

    "No! Don't cry!"
    "Hold your head high and argue with me properly"

    I can't deal with it anymore. I can't hack it. I'm sorry. I have supported myself and sustained myself for so long and I don't think it's too much to ask that in time of need that someone cares.

    What have I ever done to deserve any of this.
    What have you ever done to deserve me.