love, joy, dance;
♥ sugarush;
All I wanna do is find a way back into love
whee.
oh, you little pee-princess;

about

im PAM.

nothing much has changed.

and it seems as though ive outgrown blogger.

but then again,
im just reminising my oh-so-glorious past.

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not neccesary;

talk is dirt cheap

those days
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Sunday, August 21, 2005

Hee. I figured that alcohol can be really addictive. I went for some teeny-weeny drink with my mama and lenny at the some lounge yesterday, and boy am i hooked. haha. Went all red and high and instead of laughing, i developed a new skill of just, smiling. haha. made friends with MAY, and yes, got a little high, and had a teeny weeny hangover in the morning. up to you to believe. *grins*

i wont say i'm totally addicted to it, neither would i say i wont ask for more... hee

something for my soul, somewhere

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

ALRIGHT! i'll blog. haha. Anyway, decided to change my blogskin cause it was a little too distracting and difficult to focus. hee. dont worry tang, you did a great job. Just that i'm really fussy about keeping things simple and plain. :)

Right, exams are round the corner, its total madness. Projects are not ending. I just had a terrible gastric flu a couple of days ago, and i'm still on the road to real-slow-recovery. Ting and Pris had it too. Faz's the strongest. :) Haven't been eating, miss the feeling of having food in my mouth. Ha. Thanks tang for everything. :) Looking after a fussy me ain't a job for any tom, dick or harry.

It has two of the worst weeks ever. Sleep is barely sufficient, and school hours are long and boring. Other than schoolwork, there's been other stuff troubling me. Here and there, oh yes. I refuse to go into details, as i feel that there isn't a point for me to remember such a traumatic experience. Its good to just send it to my big bag of bad memories. But, yah, i'm a sucker for honeyed words, so. Make me fall head over heels in LOVE with you, yeah?

something for my soul, somewhere