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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
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doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Sunday, March 23, 2008
you would expect a day which starts off with cheesecake from raffles for breakfast to be the best day ever.
well, was today the best day ever?
not exactly.
infact i dont think it was any kind of day.
it wasn gd.
it wasn bad.
its was kinda..
as a good friend of mine would put it..
'blah'
yeah, it was a 'blah' kinda day.
spent the day eating and doing lame stuff at home without using my brain much.
feel so under stimulated.
mayb i'm just too used to being this overloaded emotional tank that spills from almost every possible inch at every possible moment.
oh well.
i guess 'blah's better than having sadistic thoughts and exaggerated emotions and scaring my friends with being 'emo' all the time.
on the topic of being emotional. ('emo')
do i really look the 'emo' when i'm not talking or smiling?
cause alot of pepople have been telling me so.
i'm just doing my homework when someone says, "hey, why so 'emo'?"
or i'm just sitting in the cafe minding my own business when someone else comes up to me and says, "what you so 'emo' for?"
or even after lecture a friend could come up to me and say, " hey, noticed you look really 'emo' during lecture."
sometimes i hide my emotions so damn well i scare myself and sometimes i'm as easy to read as the hugest billboard ever.
man do i amaze myself sometimes.
anyways, on a lighter note, i cant wait to be sitting on the DBS Arts Centre on the 27th of March at 8pm!
finally gonna watch it!
i'm so excited!
i little bit too excited i think.
well, maybe thats cus i dont have anything else to be excited about.
oh man. i'm starting to sound really dreary again.
back to PILLOWMAN!
i'm getting so excited and expecting it to be really good which is scaring myself abit cus i dont wanna be disappointed. hate the feeling of disappointment. probably one of the worst feelings ever. okay, so harping on negative feelings dont exactly help the 'emo' image but hey, who likes being disappointed?
anyways, let me try this again..
on a LIGHTER note,
i'm finally gonna watch pillowman! (and with a good friend which is a big bonus!) and the cheesecake for breakfast this morning was pretty gd =)
life is GOOD.
P.S. Happy easter!
10:36 PM
