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Black heart procession;
social competence.
Je m'appelle
Genevieve Seraphina Ho Kar Yoke.


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Les Amis/Amies
AlyMONSTA
JANuary
KENken
SAM
A----
STEPHlonghairedduck
SHERMAINEtaitaiii
dumdumDEBBIE
RACHAEL
BING
GREG
SHER
JOBELlysmelly
JAIME
MATT

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July 2008; August 2008; September 2008; October 2008;

Saturday, October 4, 2008 |
OFFF

Like new bristles on a toothbrush, I need a new start & a fresh one at that.
So i'm moving back to Wordpress.

http://www. captivatingcavities.wordpress.com

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One pair of candy lips;

I was left hyper-ventilating & gasping for air last night. I attempted to keep my composure as I clenched my fist, hoping the ache away. My persona was locked in this box in my mind where I could see myself gradually deteriorating, & turning into one who was maddened and psycho.
I gave up in the end & brawled my eyes in front of my mom, hugging her tight.
It never felt so good before, to pour our everything.

I woke up abruptly with the puffiest eyes since god-knows-when. Did my long run & died throughout the rest of the day. Soccer, asking people to join, etc. It was 4+ & I had not eaten a single thing throughout the day. Except for isotonic drinks, a watermelon juice & half a can of coffee. I'm so glad I got fetched home. Thank god for the week that would soon be gone.

Aside, congrats Pegasus Housecommers, we are champions again. 2 consecutive years. Cheers for the 100+ preparation of presents.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008 |
The Pain that Kills

I'm tired, rather stressed & in alot of pain. My ulcerS have manifested their way through my mouth & gums. They engulf my raw flesh forming sunken craters in them. My head wants to explode & somehow, not even sausage dog can make me happy today.
What the hell is wrong, damn it. The bus took so long to come, I made a stupid choice to wait at that bus stop, I don't have the appetite to eat anything (not even my favourite cheese). I am starving but I don't feel hungry.
It's like having a handful of people you know. Some are sensitive to how human emotions & psyche is, but there are plentiful number of people who are obnoxious & selfish. I am hungry for those who are worth keeping but infront of me is this whole group of obnoxious disgusting people that turn me off. I am hungry & starving but I wouldn't succumb to such befriend-ment of such people.
But seriously, I am literally hungry now.