first post of 2010

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And all I wanna say is, how long haven’t I been here?

Next post shall be lengthy and photo-ey. Today is Sunday, all I wanna do is eat, read and roll around.

Till then, I had a nice start to the new year. Ten days so far. Lets see how the next three hundred and fifty five go.

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to more!

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photo from here.

I had the privilege of good company these few days.
Thank you, cheers and here’s to more!

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just out of curiosity

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This is embarrassing. I think I’ve only told this to Liza and Spicey, but I would really like to know what being in love feels like.

I like everyone. I love a few. But what I would really like to experience is the feeling of exclusive affection for one person. Mutually. Some time before I reach menopause would be nice =p

Would it feel like rich, melted chocolate? Would I see life in dark shades of blue or bubblegum pink swirls? Would I grin till my jaws ached?

Come on out. I would really like to meet you and find out.

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Oh by the way, whether you celebrate or not, Christmas means chocolate and I’m starting to get loads. I am a  gemuk girl with candy on my fingers, and i’m NOT sharing =p Nom Nom Nom.

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bold the things that are true

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I am a cuddler

I am a morning person

I am a perfectionist

I am a night person (I know. I know. Strange to be both morning and night person. But I really am. I only hate afternoons because I get really sleepy then.)

I am an only child

I am Catholic

I am currently in my pyjamas

I am currently suffering from a broken heart

I am okay at styling other people’s hair (can’t even style my own wanna butcher other people’s)

I am left handed

I am addicted to my myspace

I am very shy around the opposite gender

I bite my nails

I can be paranoid at times (very)

I currently regret something that I have said

When I get mad I curse frequently

I like someone

I enjoy jazz music

I enjoy smoothies

I enjoy talking on the phone

I have a pet

I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal (not the i-sniff-used-underwear-variety)

I have a tendency to fall for the wrong person (they usually like other men)

I have all my grandparents

I have at least one sibling

I have been told that I am smart

I have broken a bone

I have Caller I.D. on my phone

I have bathed/ showered with someone

I have changed a diaper

I have changed a lot over the past year

I have done something illegal (who hasn’t? that, I’d really like to know)

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair

I have had surgery

I have killed another person

I have had my hair cut within the last week (bangs are really tiring to keep.)

I have had the cops called on me

I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t

I have held hands with someone who wasn’t my boyfriend/girlfriend

I have loved someone (again, who hasn’t?)

I have danced around naked

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sometimes i wonder how i can be so catty

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*files claws*

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shall we boat be wane and brush our tit before drinking wodka on our bird-days?

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Okay I cannot take it already. First its the attack of the UP-SAI aunties at McDonalds, who ask if customers want a large sized fries and drink instead of medium with their MEWWL. (but they’re usually so cute and polite and will go outta their way to get you an extra pack of curry sauce, so all is forgiven)

Now its people who refuse to pronounce the “th” in their words. By choice. If you can say “the” properly, you can say “birthday”. So why, my feather-loving friend, does it come out as BIRD-day?

Similarly,

vain (not WANE)

vodka (not WODKA)

vice (not WISE. they mean totally diffrent things.)

both (not BOAT)

and this I really cannot take . . .

TEETH (not TIT).

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Showing your tit could get you arrested, while doing the same thing with your teeth just means you’re friendly.

I mispronounce a whole lotta things too. All the time. But please eh, these are basic words, not main courses in a French restaurant. So unless you have a speech impediment, please, stick your tongue between the top and bottom set of your teeth and say it like it should be heard.

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(I am grouchy. Work starts in thirty minutes.)

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itches

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You’ve no idea how annoyed I am everytime 7pm rolls around and I am testing blood samples (and my patience) instead of going for class.

My feet do little taps and my shoulders shake secret shimmies. Gosh. This is torture.

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the 8th deadly sin

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I don’t celebrate Christmas, but when the season rolls around, there is one thing I very much look forward to . . .

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Walking around supermarkets in December makes me feel like Gretel (a.k.a Hansel’s greedy sister) in the wicked witch’s candy house. Chocolates in Christmas themed tins. Chocolates shaped like reindeers and bells. Chocolates hampers. Chocolate coated everything. Rows and shelves and aisles of CHOCOLATE!

Mmmm. Yuletide orgasms.

Can’t wait!

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in case you haven’t heard

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We got 2nd and 3rd placing at Battlegrounds, Australia.

Now, if the world can sit up and appreciate Singapore’s dancers (thrice, this year alone), it puzzles me why our government shows so little support towards their own. Not even enough to grant a few days of leave from NS to represent the country in an international competition, recognised the world over. Is that not national service too?

Support for the arts?

Kiss my crack.

Some people need to review their statements.

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To Seven Crew and If You’re Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands (what a mouthful to say!),

CONGRATULATIONS!

And thank you for bringing back pure dancing. Stunts are pretty, but skills are what should be used to win. And y’all showed that. I am beaming with pride as a fellow Singaporean, dance mate and friend.

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To Rough Addicts,

Thank you for paving the way for many of us. It was y’all who opened that first door. Girls who dance like boys! Yeah!

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A special mention to Ter,

you were there. We all saw you reflected in the routine, in each movement IYHAYKICYH executed. You did it.

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today i sat and wondered

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What have I done with my life that is significant, and which I can hold true to and be proud of?

I couldn’t find an answer.

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