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colours never lie
♥Sunday, July 1, 2007




Today's the first Sunday in a row that I did nothing but spent time with myself. And maybe a little bit of family.

Woke up in the afternoon after I'm fully satisfied with my sleep, and when I finally realised that my nose isn't blocked anymore. Drove out with Stella to get durian crepes for Auntie Jenny. Went Taka to look for her, and boy, I felt so sad that I won't be working with her anymore. Drank some Chardonnay, told Stella all about wines (that I know of...) and we went home.

Came home, turned my room upside down, inside out. I packed literally every single cupboard available in my room (read : cupboards, I didn't do drawers.), cleaned all the cupboards and mirros etc. Changed my bedsheet covers finally! It all took me half a day, but it was all worth it. =)

So now I'm only left with finishing up the books I have, and updating Le Little Shop (Yes I haven't shut it down!).

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Why do people give special names to special people - to give a special exclusivity, a seperate priority and specialty that not just anyone has. It's about making someone feel special and needed. And not just another listening ear, company and/or passer-by in your life.

There's no exclusivity with you. There never was any. There's nothing special about being your _. It's only in name. It's only on the surface. And it feels more like a habitual obligation to me right now. Everything I do, it's because I've been doing it for so long, it feels weird to suddenly stop doing it altogether. I just wish you'd see, how insignificant this feels.

Friends, that's what they call it.

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Gosh I love censorship.




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