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Monday, March 01, 2010 / -nevershoutnever, "liarliarpantsonbackwards"

Twenty seventh. First few to arrive bns. HOT. Marsiling fer Zyeza's phone. Kau imagine. Got phone. A very happy Keri. KFC. Confused as to where to go next. Kau imagine. CWP. Met bestie and haniz!!! :D Phone shop. Confused again. Kau imagine. Karaoke at Cuppage. For three hours. Cold. Jiwang/Neyo/Jiwang/Jiwang/Inul/Hindustani~ Cold. Kau imagine. Heeren. They shopped. Heels bought. Septum pierced. Tees on sale. Fitting room. Faiz's smelly feet. Kau imagine. MRT. Bounce back. Kau imagine. Zyeza made a kid laugh. Staring staring. Kid nearly cried. Too tired for dinner. Met cousins. Walked home.

Twenty eighth. Woke up three minutes after eight. Late. Freaked out. Panicked. Wanted to kill myself. Plans changed. Guilty guilty. Met at one. Confused. One-six-eight. Pasir Ris. Operation: Food. Burger King. Big food. Tioman! Sidetracked! Tioman! Sidetracked! Tioman! INDIA! Roam around. Fara and Mun on rollercoaster. Seat belts unlatched. Blurr. Shouting. Crowd gathers. Roam around. Head home.


Rumi Neely Lenora:
I get a lot of questions in regards to the "braveness" to dress any way you want to in the public eye..be it the grocery store, school, party, etc...and where I get the confidence to wear this or that. Which is strange to me because I'm really not that out there in my mind...but it's touching in the most real way to read emails from girls that thought they were too tall to wear platform heels/afraid what their peers would think if they were to dress the way they wanted to/want to add some glamour back into their lives saying that I've inspired them to break out of the box in any way. My outlook has always been that people in the streets aren't dressing to please me, why should I take them into account when dressing myself? Playing with clothes is one of the most basic pleasures in life along with other stupid crap like peeling nail polish off in single sheets, crawling into a sun warmed car, and laughing about nothing and everything. If I were to die tomorrow I would be glad that I wore a slightly inappropriate coat and five inch heels to a deserted train station in the middle of the day. You know what I mean?

True true.
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