Mid Late Morning.

Sarah. says:
I've got this thing stuck in my throat for like the whole day la
Yi Lin; Lynne says:
ah hemmmm
Yi Lin; Lynne says:
ahh hemmm
Yi Lin; Lynne says:
do that
Yi Lin; Lynne says:
it'll work
Yi Lin; Lynne says:
haha
Sarah. says:
Oh YAAAAAAAA. (:
If you follow my blog, you'll see how this adds up to Ms TanYiLin, still thriving to be an actress.
It's amusing how determined she is, the Ahh-Hemm-ing comes all the way to cyber space (:
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I like, ThreadlessTees (: They are, awesome. Noo, why would I be hinting?
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I start to tear when I consume spicy stuff. It's like how Daddy perspires when he eats chilli. Instead of water being released through my skin, it comes out through my eyes.
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Basketballs fun. It's even nicer when you get a shot, dedicated to you.
Today was fun. Today was, really pretty (:
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Andd, because this post was irrelevant and really of no use- I'm going to go to bed now.
Speaking of bed, I'm suddenly in the mood for new Aussino bedsheets (: Want to help me choose 'em?
But for now- you, yes you (: 'Taa, and have a nice weekend.

Bing, Bang.

Bangsar part 2, from Ms. TanYiLin's camera (:
The pretty silhouettes. Andddd, the potted leg plant! (:

-Seee? (: OHMYGAWSHTHEFREAKINGARMS ):YiLin's a thriving actress in the making.
YiLin: Ahh-Emm. Ahhhh-Emmm. AHHHH-EMMMM.
I give her the weird 'Huhh' stare.
YiLin: What, I'm choking ;).

I find it pretty amusing that the plural of Goose, is Geese.
I used to think it was Gooses when we were at the zoo when I was much younger, and then decided it sounded funny.
Despite the odd sounding, Gooses, I think it sounds way cuter than Geese.
Sarah: Eyhh, so like is the plural for Moose, Mooses or Meese?
*Pauses*
Ian: Meese.
Sarah: Huhh, are you sure, cause that sounds pretty weird. Wait, actually mooses sound weird too. But, meese?
*Pauses*
Ian: Yeahpp.
*Sarah hesitates*
Sarah: Oh, MM. Know what I should ask my Mum.
*Pauses*
Ian: Go ask la (:
All the pauses, had to indicate something fishy (We're on an animal spree here!), so no- I didn't ask Mummy in case I sounded like a nut case. And I actually, Googled 'What is the plural for Moose?' and found out that- the plural for Moose, is Moose.
I somehow find that highly fascinating. I also find the actual word- Moose interesting. Sounds, really cute. Moooose (: (:
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And thank you, Ms PhuahXinHui who covers her whole desk in pink pen ink. How, awesome (:
Name:
SarahLee HuiYi (:
Age:
16

Birthday:
5th May 1992.

Sex:
Female.

Blood type:
I'm a Universal Donor (: And I do, consume beef so I have red blood cells to donate if the need ever be.
Family Members:
5 amazing ones.

Personal Picture (optional):
I have a personal picture in my profile thing. (Points to the side)
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Ever eaten snails:
Yeah, surprisingly.

Ever fell off a bed:
Definitely. Hit my head at the side of a wooden table too.
Fell in love:
Yeah (:
Got into a fight:
This might not exactly be considered a fight, but I was sleeping on the same bed as SandraLee when we were young, she kicked me repetitively- most probably by accident. Morning syndrome got to me and I told her to stop, got agitated, and bit her on her shoulder. How amusing right? (:
Pissed on your pants:
Yeah I have.
Had sex before:
Nope, not till I've made my vows on the alter.
Flirt with someone:
I won't say flirt. More of given nice comments with the hope that that niceness gets to the, nice person (:
Broken someones heart:
I sure hope not :/
Hurt someone:
I did accidentally slap JoelLee across the face too.
Andd, I really do love the siblings, no kidding. I'm just proned to hurting them physically somehow.
Cummed on your pants/skirt:
Apparently, cummed doesn't mean- pooped. Eww, so no I haven't.
Got Raped:
Really, don't plan to any time soon. Or wait, ever.
Watched porn:
No I haven't.
ARE YOU;
Having an orgasm:
I'm pretty happy, but pretty sure I'm not, having an orgasm. (Trust XinHui to come up with surveys like this (;)
Having snails for dinner:
No, I'm not.
In love:
Yeahh (:
Thinking of the person your in love with:
No, now I'm thinking of what to answer for this question. But, yeah throughout the day.
Is the person your in love with a Guy/Girl:
A Guy, and Girls. Guys, and Girls.
Happy with your family:
I'm ecstatic. Despite the hoo-haa once in a while, yeah I love them.
Happy with your life:
Certain aspects.
A virgin:
Yeah. Quote XinHui, the hymen's still in tact.
Good looking:
EEHH.
Hot:
EEEHHH ):
Pervert:
Despite understanding HanWei's If Jack helped you off an elephant, would you help Jack off an elephant thing, No.
DID YOU;
Slap someone before:
Yeah like I said- JoelLee (:
Beat up someone:
No, I believe my knuckles aren't rock enough just yet.
Eaten a snail:
Heyy, they asked me this already. Yeah I have like I said, surprisingly.
Just masturbate:
What, the -____-
Have sex before:
What theeee.
Kiss the guy/girl you love:
Not yet (:
What do you want to do before you die:
Here, you go (: Have fun.
5 favourite foods:
Lean Protein- Seafood, Fish, Chicken and Beef.
Useful Cereal with LowFatMilk.
Frozen Yogurt.
Fruit.
Good Carbs.
Basically only the stuff the body needs.
Who do you want to be with now:
Probably, You.
Are you fit or healthy:
With my fingers and toes crossed, hopefully both.
Are you lonely now:
I'm alone, but not lonely (:
Who you can trust your secrets with:
Him, them, him, her.
Favourite Song:
Probably a few, but-
Switchfoot- OnlyHope.
LifeHouse- YouAndMe.
JohnMayer- Neon.
JasonMraz & ColbieCaillat- Lucky.
-are probably the top of the list now (:
Favourite Drink:
My LowFatCherrychino, GreenTea and H20 (:
Talents:
I can do a standing bridge (: And (thisgoesouttoJerrard) this funky thing where my thumb reaches the back of my wrist ;) RememberRemember? (:
Interests:
H20.
Doodling.
The Loves.
Melbourne.
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'Taa pretties.

On And Looking Like, a Roll.

Certain comments are just, unnecessary. Wait, let me correct that.
Additional remarks, made to unnecessary comments are just useless.
I woke up and somehow one side of my contact lens was blurry. There, that explains it now.
And yes, I'm short. Always been on the shorter side. Pushing it in that I'm not going to grow compared to a certain someone somehow, when yes I know very well the fact thank you, makes me even more 'blurry'.
So once again, the ride back home turned blurry. And yes, it's raining now but now that gives me even more water to swim in later. More opposite force to act on, you know?
That's going to be fun, the whole waste process. Too bad it's probably never going to be enough to compensate for the lack in height, huh?
But as Zoe said, "Short people, are cool."
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"I think she's really pretty. (:"
"Mhh. Yeah, I know. I really, know."
This is starting to get old and pretty tiring. Both ways.
I'm sorry, but She's determined to linger on. And she's more decisive and sure of herself than I ever was, am, or ever will be.
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How interesting. I got tagged by Zoe pretty long ago too and I realise now.
Way to go on speed huh, Sarah.
8 Things I'm Passionate About;
H20- Drinking water, Rain, The Beach, The Sea, Showers (: And the list goes on.
Swimming.
Doodling.
Caspian.
Movement Without Limits.
Genuine Relationships.
Nearing, Perfection.
Melbourne, Without AnyFreakingWeight Gain.
8 Things I Say Too Often
"I dunno."
"OhMyGawsh."
"OhEmGee."
"Like, .."
"Okaa-aay."
"Uhh."
"You know what? *Pauses*, nevermind."
And though I don't technically say this, I think I send it alot in texts. The ever known, smiley- (: (Yeah Nickkk?(: )
8 Movies I Watched Recently
The Dark Knight.
Step Up 2.
The Holiday.
The Prestige.
The Illusionist.
Bring It On Again, 3.
Final Destination, 3.
*It starts getting lame towards the end, mainly due to the fact that I watch whatever's on HBO while consuming a sand-witch.
My list of movies watched in the cinema, like salad leaves, are pathetic (:*
8 Songs I Can Listen Over and Over Again (I think)
Though the chances of it being not exactly, exact or highly possible to change in the near future;
You and Me- Lifehouse.
Only Hope- Switchfoot.
Neon- John Mayer.
The Little Things- Colbie Caillat.
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing- David Cook.
Daughters- John Mayer.
Lucky- Colbie Caillat, Jason Mraz.
Be Thou My Vision- Rebecca St. James.
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Despite the fact that I love coloured crayons, helium balloons and playing in playgrounds, I am- Sixteen.
Yeah, that means technically I am legal to have a phone, get a second ear hole pierced, 'accidentally' forget to do my homework and get a scolding, but not one that's too bad, bake butterfree stuff and risk getting the kitchen burnt down by pure accident, by myself, and ultimately have conversations which can mean and not mean anything because that comes in the whole process of being- Sixteen.
So you, it's perfectly fine. I'm not okay, but I'm fine with it. No worries, I'm not aiming to keep a grudge seriously (:
And you, I think it's just time I start to learn how to store comments in the 'recycle bin' without showing anyone exactly how super trashy it feels. Nonetheless, thank you for being- Daddy.
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I love walking on the beach with the sand between your toes, without having any slippers on.
I like models even more, without their heavy makeup on.
I like babies, when they don't try to act cute.
I feel a little more, when I don't comb my hair in the morning.
I love how people smell after they shower, without having any perfume on. This meaning, they smell like the soap they're lathered in.
I like tea, without any sugar.
I'd much prefer my LowFatMilk, unflavoured and without foam.
I'd definitely rather have cookies, without the cream.
I like pretty notebooks, before they get scribbled on.
I love natural hair, long, without being dyed or processed.
I look up to celebrities, who go without being photoshopped.
I love photos which capture the moment exactly, without and added on captions.
I love photos which relive the exact feeling, thought and moment of an event, without the people inside having posed, be portraited or planned out- natural emotions.
I'd love puddles even more, without the mud.
I'd appreciate the world more, without gravity.
I'd respect numbers more, without the values they hold.
I love you, and would appreciate you sometimes, without the judgement.
And sometimes, I think it would be alot easier, without these completely confusing feelings.
You know?
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Have a nice week, school starts tomorrow.
How, uhhhh.
And though it's definitely hit me before, I got the pang this morning again when I saw the 'Perfectlynormal-yet-had-a-certain-something' scene in front of me. I think you two, make such an awesome couple (: EEWW,IlooksogrossinthispicturebutIcouldn'tfindanyother,EEWWW.The whole fuzzy feeling and all.
It's going to be a long way more before there's another wedding to dress up for.
There's a gap in the age of 'Adults to get married now'. No more blisters from killer heels walking up and down the church ramps. Dang, that somehow sounds appealing.
But anyway, back to the farewell-
'Taa love.

Saturday.

I'm not superstitious, but I have certain things I tend to do which goes parallel to superstitions.
I don't walk under ladders, I'm on the hunt for a four leaf clover and I don't go near black cats- are just to name a few.
So today, when I texted the brother and didn't get a reply right on the dot, I decided to play Murphy'sLaw and see what would happen.
Sarah: Daddy, I texted Ko. And he hasn't replied.
Daddy: Maybe he will later?
Sarah: Nehh, I doubt so somehow. I can feel it ):
Murphy was on my side today, working his usual backward speciality. Because I got a text reply from the brother.
And now JoelLee, I miss you even more.
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I had tomyum soup for dinner.
I swear, my stomach is now burnt from all the heat and acidity.
It's been nearly two hours and it still burns.
After dinner, I had to get wet ones from Mummy to hinder my face from getting redder than it already was, flushed as a tomato.
Hot stuff is fun, I just need time to consume it.
But saying that, having to walk in in front of a million people after gurgled the tummy a little more. EEEHH. But then I saw You. (:
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Brian: What's the people who mentors, mentor called.
Eugene: A man-tee (Or however you spell it)
Sarah: Heyy, isn't that the sea creature thing with the flappy wings (: (:
Eugene: -____- That's a manatee.
Sarah: Ohhhh. (:
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It's really bewildering, how taking things for granted work. You only realise you're doing it, after hurtful things get strewn out from the mouth.
It's stupid, because it symbolizes ungratefulness and spoilt-brat-ism.
The irony of it is, that you only feel terrible after having taken something for granted. While in the midst of it, 'That's just how it works.'
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Although unpredictable, interesting.
Ironically, scarily comforting.
Seriously, it does make sense.
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And that, about sums up my day.
I know there's much more to it, but that's about all I can think of as to right now.
'Taa loves.

OneWeekBreak.

"The fact is that you can't and can never really control what goes on inside your body. And noone can."
I don't like the sound of that. I don't like the fact that unlike paper dolls, the size, measurement and shape of the human body is really, to put it downwithout any twists and turns -beyond anyones control.
You can't sketch out how you want the size of your hands, hips and legs to be, unlike how you can pencil out imaginary girls on a piece of paper. Photoshop does wonder in magazine adds, I've seen the real life and glossy pictures and compared, the difference is as vast as a Gisele's height compared to mine. But as flawless as everything turns out on the pages, the result in real life, can never be as perfect. (For the update, I have not grown since the last measurement. Which means I still see the world from the same level)
*Sidetracking for a bit, while we were in the Chemistry lab that day, and we had to use the eversoscary Bunsen burner. Thus the need for us to light matches and wooden splinters. Me and PauLing were playing with the wooden splinters, lighting it up and looking at the pretty orange flame burn and then fade off. TeckYan comes and does his thing-
TeckYan: Hey, Sarah. That looks like jawsticks. Know what, I should pray that- you grow taller (;
Sarah: Oh, My, Gawsh. Geeeeeeez la.* Back to the above.
Cells are minuscule. There are a million, million all over our body and seeing one with the naked eye is just- impossible. And if seeing one is already so hard, then sculpting and directing a bunch to fit a certain shape, curve at certain places and work together to elongate and flatten- is just absurd. It would be cool if peeling off a bunch and throwing it down the chute were attainable though, near bliss.
I hate trying on jeans. Because they need to look right at the correct curves. They need to fit and accentuate a much bigger area compared to when you wear shorts or skirts. The area covered, feels much better when covered by denim of a certain number, size. And unfortunately, although the apparent 'good' number is, zero- the average female needs a higher range. Either that, or the amount of adipose tissue around my lower body is accumulating like the amount of carbon dioxide in the earth due to global warming. Dang, that's pretty terrifying, put like that.
It be cool if the phrase 'magic marker' were taken literally. If markers were magic, they'd be able to draw out clothes whenever they're wanted and needed to fit exactly, accentuating and highlighting every aspect. Magic markers would be able to sketch out the perfect fit, design and cut and with just a teensy bit of sparkle dust, bring the sketched out garment to life. No numbers, measurements, size taken. It'd be just like drawing another ordinary object, just this marker enables it to come to life.
If that could happen, then maybe the need to check the freaking tags at the back of clothes would not be necessary. Because it stinks to say, "Umm, I think I might need a bigger size." It stinks to have to accept the fact that as super as size 'S' appeals to be, it's come to a point when the need to take 'M' for certain garments, becomes a must.
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Determination comes easy when other people are the gas which allows the car to keep on driving, or so it seems.
The part where motivation for someone you love comes in, is much easier played out than when you have to do something because- "It's for your own good. You might not see it now, but you'll see the good out of it, later." The 'later' usually seems too long, far away or unattainable. But doing something because you don't want to see someone suffer, makes it a little easier to put the self-centeredness out of the picture, maybe for just abit.
"What's the point, there's nothing to lose anyway- you just remain, you. And nothing big, comes out of that, ever."
"Maybe the difference Sarah, is that compared to us, He has a choice He can make. To decide to stay, or not. And somehow, that might unconsciously give you all the more persistence."
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When given two choices, it's easy to see the contrast and then the better choice sometimes. It's easy to see how one decision stands out more than the other and how definitely, it's the better thing to do. But when given the choice, the decision- it becomes alot harder to actually get down to choosing the correct choice. Making the right decision.
It comes down to the irony of knowing full well, what's right from wrong, but when asked to play it out comes to a slight halt.
Kind of like how, you know that splurging on a black haltered sequined dress which is really pretty, now- will have a high tendency to leave a dent in your pocket, later.
Kind of like how advice given, is always easier than being taken in or actually done and put to practice.
Sometimes the fact of the matter is that knowing, is one thing but executing is a completely different thing. Talking the talk, and Walking the walk.
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"We're pretty lucky."
"Yeah, we are. I mean, despite sometimes taking it for granted, I think we really are."
Just, Beautiful (:
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After a million or what it seems like months, finally got to hang out with NicoleBabe (:
We did the usual OrchardRoad strut, talked about the most random beyond random things and caught up on everything that's been on a run.
Long distancing ain't easy. But I Love You, and I had an awesome time.
SacoleFree (:
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After being put off for pretty much a long time, Ms. TanYiLin and I finally went to Bangsar and explored the notsomany streets with the pretty boutiques.
Our plan to stalk did not turn out that well, because the age gap was vast and the outcome was- wrinkly ;) But nevertheless,
We Had Fun.And surprisingly, did the mirror snapping thing in only one shop.
See the awesome Scottish skirts? (:Bangsar's boutiques are generally different, each shop you go into and this particular one caught our eye with the black silhouetted people on the walls.
Others are just pretty disturbing.
Like finding a leg inside a potted plant, outside a notthatnicetous, shop.
But like I said, we had fun (:
PartTwo pictures will be up, when the Slore gets down to sending 'em to me.
I have a picture with the freaky potted leg plant too! :)
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KnockKnock.
Who's there?
You.
You Who?
Awh, I'm happy too! :D
People google the most random of things, then get hyped out about it.
*CoughKnockKnockJokesIanCough.*
*CoughPickUpLinesJackCough.*
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It's You, isn't it?
The irony of it is, you're already Gorgeous. Stunningly Beautiful.
It borders on the line of being dispicably unfair. I wouldn't be surprise if you were associated with the word, PosterGirlMsPerfect.
And you're much closer to a size zero, then I ever was.
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It's the weekend, which means holidays are nearing an end. How ironic.
Caspian, really needs to be used ):
Have a nice one loves.
'Taa.

Without, Pointing Fingers. Then, Divert.

Making an effort is going to start getting detesfully bland if only one hand claps.

In case you didn't know.
Rebutting the silence with seemingly surface-y statements is going to turn pointless because nothing more comes out from the conversation after a while.
Spilling out more than I would have, given a choice because I trust, care and know you'd probably understand wasn't easy. Wasn't something I'd do ever if the choice came in the form of a white paper with two tick boxes. Vulnerable, and Enclosed.
Knowing how someone feels, detesting yet wanting to do something to help all at the same time is Tiring, Annoying. Downright- unwished for.
"You can't lose something you've never had." I like that statement. Despite it's high level of pessimism, view of looking at the glass as half empty. It removes the whole chance and whatif'sIdo, of getting hurt, angry, let down and disappointed.
"It's a Love-Hate thing, you know?" I don't like that statement. Because it involves, thinking, overthinking and beating around the bush alot.
It's impossible not to love someone that close to you, someone who knows the teensiest details, movement and thoughts you have. But the fact that height, size and capability will probably be more on that certain someones side than it will to mine- makes it a little more confusing to deal with.
I love the fact that you can understand what a person is going through because you, are experiencing it yourself to some extent. Telling someone that something means that they'll completely understand and be able to not judge, discriminate and shrink because knowing how to hurt feels, hurts. But when the issue is having to be dealt by two people all at once, helping is hard. Because helping your ownself seems impossible.
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You know how little kids love being piggy backed in the pool by someone older?
Mr Uncle was spending time with his three nieces in the pool. He was doing the whole 'Free rides if you don't push my head under water' thing, and he then started to feel tired. Or that's what it looked like to me. Bear in mind, three little girls probably have more energy than a thirty something year old man. After having repeated the entertainment ride in the form of a human, mr Uncle got tired (like I just said) but the amount of calories in the little girls' bodies were not yet fully burned up. So one of them,
Ms. Niece: Yee-Kor, it's my turn. You gave her a ride already.
Mr. Uncle: I can't anymore girl, I think you're too fa* already.
Well Mr. Uncle- there's this thing called declining which just requires a simple one word to be uttered. That is, "No". If you didn't want to give her a human back ride.
That would have definitely been a much nicer, more thoughtful thing to say, rather than use the F-word which gives chance to possible insecurity in the future for little Ms.Niece.
And in addition to your insensitivity which you might claim- 'Probably didn't mean anything', that doesn't give you any exception to be so crude, downright thoughtless, insensitive- stupid ):
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Texting's somewhat, very interesting especially when you get the most random questions, questioned.
"So, if you could be anyone in the world for a day, who would you be? (:"
I couldn't press send away because I my brain needed sometime to process and give a correct answer. After a while thinking, contemplating the list of celebrities, supermodels and people I know- I settled with a;
".. know what's funny? I don't think I'd want to be anyone in particular."
I contemplated with Gisele Bundchen for abit. Because her tummy abbs are to die for, her legs are like, gazelles, she has dirty blonde long hair and 'wiggle' doesn't even come close when she's described. Seemingly, flawless.
But then I thought, I'd never heard Gisele mentioning about plans to name her future daughter- Faith, never heard about how she picks herself up if she falls (if she ever does), never heard her link the beauty of the beach she tans her awesome tummy on to, Him.
Not that there's anything wrong of course. But I guess experiencing something bliss kind of combats and compensates a little bit, for the whole absence of the Gisele-esque bod. Just maybe, a little.
So despite the whole majormirrormishap I know I have, I didn't find a perfect answer as to who I'd want to be for a day. Sure, there are different aspects of people I'd go very far for. But morphing for a day sounds somewhat- scary. You know? When the answer comes and I think I have more of a clue though, I'll let you know.
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Very coincidentally, the sister and me wore pink, flats, a denim mini and carried a big bag to church on Sunday.
Coincidentally, she's about the same height as me, has the same hair length and got JustinJamesNg mixed up with, who's who. URGHHHHDon'tCompareDon'tCompareDon'tCompare. (: / :(
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The Prestige was pretty, magical. (:.
I watched my first ever badminton match in the whole Olympics, and it had to be the one where Malaysia lost. On the plus side, I now know a little more to the whole badminton scenario. Like how you need to score 21 points to win a set, and the best out of three sets, win the game. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty happy with that bit of knowledge for now.
Nevertheless, granddaddy was optimistic and managed to smile his eversoadorable 90 year old smile.
So despite the slight disappointment of seeing a first Malaysia badminton match where team Malaysia ended up, losing?
I was happy, I smiled (:
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Went over to help, do a little painting on her white washed shelves in her beautiful new house with an awesome, pool.
" It's curvy and has alot of corners."
1 Corinthians13 :4-9 stained the white and made it look pretty pretty from far. From near it was just, unique (;
GirlyTalk, CatchingUp and my achievement of having climbed up and down a ladder more that I ever had done in my life- in that two hours was good.
It's been a while (:
Miss-
Yeoh-Pei-Tsen.

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-It's sad, those who never got to play SuperMario on the ever bulky gameboy when it used to be the in thing. Because now that I think about it, the level of 'funnnn' you have with it, is definitely way higher than level 9, which is the highest I've ever got up to.
-My phone rings.
Sarah: Uhh, hello?
Mr Split Personality: *Singssss, imitating a certain someone*
Sarah: OhMyGawsh, you weirdo -____-
It's weird 0ut of the blue phone calls that really get you laughing. Or rather, me (:
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StepUp2 and DefinatelyMaybe are in their plastic sheets waiting to be played in the DVD player for the journey to Singapore tomorrow.
It's been a while, and like tradition never fails the nerves are beginning to kick in. I hate long car rides, if it were possible to walk to all the way there, I probably would.
It's nearly three am and if Daddy were to wake up now, I'd be gone by four am. So it's off to bed now. You, have a nice week (:
'Taa pretty.
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Oh, My, Freaking, Gawsh.
Little girls, grow up way too fast.

Guh-Heeeez ):

Mixed Juice.

I watched A Walk to Remember more than 10 times, no exagguration. And all that ten or more times, I cried.

Switchfoot came, I saw them thanks to much persuasion from YeohPeiTsen (: and they were, awesome.
Yeah, I didn't know all the songs but when JonForeman, did his thing with his sexay guitar and started strumming to OnlyHope, a song I knew and coincidently lovedlovedlovedloved- it was blissfully too good to be true (:
So now, with it being played over and over before I hit the pillow every night, in the afternoon on my somewhat cumbersome music player and without a doubt, being sung silently in my head, alot-
I have this ginormous urge to learn how to play it on the guitar.
The supporting facts that I managed to tune JoelLee's guitar without breaking any strings this time and that JonForeman looks wondrously steamy with the guitar in his hands and his rocker voice- make it all the more a bigger goal I want to acheive.
Of course, there's the whole chance of this being a phase that's going to eventually pass. New songs come up and new rocker dude's serenade. But as far as I know, this one's a stayer.
I don't think the effect it had to be able to make me tear up, five years back which is still clearly portrayed when I just watched the teensy videoclip is a mere coincidence.
Switchfoot's done an awesome job overall. But this one just seems to take the prize in my point of view.
I feel like watching it ten more times right now. MyGawshh, I have a pile of catching up to do. How convenient.
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I swear, I'm going to have very unhealthy hair in the future. Not only that but the effect of leaving chlorine on my whole body for more than an hour before washing it if with soap might cause my skin to suddenly react funnily. Like, bubble or something- now that'd be interesting won't it.
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Experiencing the whole thrill, excitement, fulfilment, bliss of a bungee jump- requires the first step off the plank, down to the gazillion feet, from way high above.
The beauty of experiencing it requires a out of the comfort zone step to be taken, and reassuring yourself that the end result is that something good, fulfiling and worthit will turn out helps a million.
But at the same time, there's this slight comotion- wondering if the string will snap, your feet will get tangled up and what if the desired outcome turns out to be, all just wrong- playing at the back of your head.
It's about trusting the string to uphold you. Trusting that this has been tried out, worked out and seen to have succeeded in the past. And I guess as hard as reassuring yourself that if you fall, it's at least in water- may be, it provides a semi safety net at that moment.
A safety net that eventually will be remembered to be one that never breaks, never fails, always cares and 'disappoints' but knows He does it only for the best.
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And to SaraLoo; Sloo who officially turns fifteen.
I hope you've had a great one Love. WonderWoman, SarahLee and Belle -LoveLove you (:
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'Taa pretties.

Superstitious, SevenCents.

Its grotesque to think how using a little girl who's at the mere age of seven, just for her voice, and then publishing it worldwide on a 'prettier' face to- project a right image can even cross people's thoughts these days.
Loathsome to think that the actually action of hiding a melody coming from a -deemed not pretty enough face, under a 'prettier' face actually took place under the context of worldwide, universal even.
Because if you come to think about it, the only form of existence that's 'important' right now are the humans. Self-centeredness has become a trend, displaying the right image to portray 'beauty' without considering the morally right etiquettes, up till the point where it involves degrading a seven year old girl, has become equivalent to spitting on the ground.
Everyone know's it's morally not right. Yet, it's done because- "It should be okay, just this once."
The just this once for that little girl who got her face covered, hidden in hope noone would notice because she was a, quote-".. smiling girl with bangs and crooked teeth." might not affect her right now, but to look back and think about it, the whole scenario of her growing up and feeling that she's not good enough, not up to expectation just seems so predictable.
Sarah: OhMyGawsh, Mummy that's Shi(...) Uhh, I mean-
Mummy: Yeah, it's times like these when you use words like that Sarah.
That just provides the chances of her growing up, getting involved in stuff. Plastic Surgery, feeling she's not good enough. Yeah, what you said's correct this time. Shi*.
Blame the media, I don't blame you.
Models, Celebrities- all naturally, some projected to be a certain size, colour, face and body shape, Look. Which subtly influences minds to achieve that. Otherwise it's just not good enough. I won't blame you either.
Because I know it's an issue I have myself, it's something I'm highly susceptible to. The whole issue of being portrayed to look good, sculpted and being able to fit a certain size, do certain things, look a certain way. Otherwise nothings good enough, perfect, okay.
It doesn't come just like that, it takes time, much influencing and eventually it seeps in and the message of needing to achieve perfection to make everything okay gets implanted and effects the whole being.
At the same time, it doesn't vanish just like that. It takes trust in yourself and other people, confidence, comfortability, contentment and acceptance for it to start fading. For it to start leaving you alone a little bit, lessening the amount of times it destructs in a day, running around and around slightly not so often inside the mind.
Like I said, I know, it's an issue with me. I know images pressurize, drive, intimidate and increase the level of insecurity. And it's something that isn't going to go away just like that but surprisingly, I don't blame myself, that much for that. Neither so I feel it's acceptable. Basically, it's running around in a circle right now. Because breaking free is tediously scary, yet holding on, holds back. It's a lose lose situation, until perspectives change.To some extent, I'm not ready just yet, maybe.
And in sight to all said above. In sight to the increase in rates of *eatingdisorders and issues to that relevance today- acceptance, this involving a seven year old girl, helps nothing whatsoever.
My latent heat level completely vanished after reading that because if I were H20, I'd have gained a ridiculously beautiful amount of energy which I would have expanded and converted to water vapour. (Here's to my Physics teacher who pickspickspicks on me.) Taking things slightly out of context, the level of swear-ary going on inside my brain because of the disgust developed due to the article if heard by the parents, would probably be enough to have locked me up in my room till I turned old, saggy and grew to be more, massive than the current state. Minimum, seventy years.
This might have been slightly hypocritical coming from me. And I'm sorry if it is, because coming from somewhere to a certain extent limits the amount I'm permitted to say. But Mr.OlympicPlanner hunay;
Please, do something about yourself. You being able to come out clean like that amazes me. In a goodway- because you know how low you've seeped (at least I hope you do). And in a detestful way- because coming out clean about something like that, using a seven year old girl just like that, means you've actually done a certain something so, low.
There is zilch offence intended. But the fact that it came out just- stings so badly.
It took a while, the reconsidering, analysing before actually posting this. But that is to me?- as it is.
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My contact lens fell down the sink this morning and I squirted the wrong solution in my eye, causing a burning sensation which lasted a couple of minutes.
Wasn't very comfortable, no kidding.
Hence, my unpacked bag, unorganized school items and incompetence to hurry left me with the very irresponsible option to give school a miss, again.
Weirdly enough, tomorrow being the day before holidays, just got me thinking and being irresponsible (keeping this in my head of course), again.
Apparently though, I missed a soap opera and real life drama in class, and the scene of two boys hiding in a cupboard from a discipline teacher. I heard no, 'Slore' from YiLin and XinHui, 'Adulteress' from PauLing, 'Oh, today's Thursday and I had fruit yogurt (:' from Rachel, catch phrases from Jack, 'Hey Short' from Mr.TooTall and weird laughs all of a sudden from HanWei (oopsRachel&MeiYi) and WeeHan. Thus, my day was surprisingly very, quiet.
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The weather's unbelievably crazy, I'm loosing body salt which apparently is a good thing.
You burn, when you sweat. That makes sweating good, but if you see it as- there's stuff to burn up then, huh? It doesn't seem all that pretty :/
So yes, it's hot because of the weather.
*Either that, or it's because a certain someone dropped by today by surprise (:
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I'm planning a phonecall to AussieLand tomorrow. Hopefully I don't mess up the number dialing system, TMnet doesn't hang on me and it works out perfectly. Cause, Sloo's turning fifteen and despite the seven hour distance, WonderWomans still very much here, till the fact I have her on my desk (:
'Taa pretties.

Flips (:

He's Black, Sexy and though I haven't mastered the art of handling him exactly, He's rested on my desk and I can happily say- He's mine.
Caspian (:.
And with that pretty aside completely, (:
- PauLing: Is a StarFish, a fish? (:
- There's this guy in my class called, Alan.
Sarah: Heyy, it's like Alan and the Chipmunks (:
Rachel: Uhh, noo that's Alvin. -____-
- When attempting to get someone's attention, tap the person on the arm or shoulder repetitively and say the persons name, again and again and, again ;) Right MeiYi?
- I have discovered a pretty fascinating clapping game with Mr. Messy which apparently, has no end. Until, someone messes up and claps the wrong way. "Faster, Fasteerrr."
- I think, I know the first four chords to Howie Day's- Collide now. RightRightRightJack?
-MoodSwings are acceptable, because I get them too. But when they border on hypocritical, it just becomes annoying. And slightly harder to handle. You know?
-SlooLove is turning fifteen, in four days (: And NicoleBabe, I might see you next week if you read this.
-MetroStations, ShakeIt is catchy. DanityKane's, Damaged, is just plain sticky. Referring to the fact that it gets caught between the spaces in your brain, and remains there. Eew, that if taken literally, is a pretty disgusting thought ):
MyTimeIsUp- Geez, how pissy-fying.
'Taa.

"...Deep, Blue, Oceaaaannnn."

'Like, Building Castles in the Sky.'
Somehow, chasing after something which is pretty obvious, to not be there, still makes it very- satisfying.
Perfection doesn't exist, but the thought of being able to grasp it, is bliss.
If this gets fixed right here, if this gets cleaned up, straightened out, toned down, and removed- the whole issue, problem and dilemma goes away together with it.
'I guess, it's a matter of finding your own perfect doughnut filing, one that you're perfectly comfortable with? Because what gives you security, might not necessarily be comforting to me.'
Not losing, but remaining is better than gaining in this aspect. Much safer, and it's the only choice I'm probably willing to stick too.
Then, there's the whole, (metaphorically speaking)
'The chances of feeling the pain, will definitely be zero, if you don't take the first step in piercing the needle through your belly button. Yeah, it could turn out indescribably pretty, but the chances of your tummy flesh ripping out, still stands. The chances of the tummy never being flat-and-toned, still remains.'
issue.
You don't get hurt if you don't take chances now, do you. There's nothing to get hurt by if the situation doesn't permit something new, unfamiliar, vulnerable to take place. NothingOutOfTheOrdinary, means security and familiarity.
At the same time, that just means you don't move anywhere, you remain stagnant and consistent. Nothing grows, nothing gets fulfilled, nothing blossoms.
It's a detestable pro and con, love hate scenario that just replays and replays, unless a firm choice is settled on and not shaken by the littlest of things.
Because yes, stepping out requires muscle mass, additional weight, but I get to swim now, don't I?
And at the same time, having remained means no additional mass, no more skin- yet then I'd never have discovered that seeing faces underwater is actually pretty amusing. And seeing kids with their multicoloured swimsuits, despite the fact that they cross and divert your already fixed and comfortable path- borderline to beautiful.
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And since Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest;
Anderson: So, who built the historical buildings in Malacca huh?
Sarah: Uhh, the Portuguese?
Eugene: Noooo.
Sarah: Uhh, the Malaysians?
Eugene: NooNooo.
Mark: The Indonesians?
Anderson: (Laughs)
Sarah: Oh I know, I know. The Malacca-nese (:
Eugene: Classic.
I think I've been resting for a tad bit too long now, don't you think?
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We all, have weird sleeping times now don't we?
*Last night, while spending some quality time with CaspIan (look who I semi-mentioned (;) I finally decided to put him down and hit the pillows at three am.
*Falling asleep in the afternoon, at just about three, might bear the consequence of not being able to doze off at night. Then again, if you're stressed out from work, sleeping will not be a problem (:
*I received a text just before at three am from someone who had just woken up from his sleep and was apparently wide awake. Following Malaysian time here.
*And when you doze off early unconsciously and say the most random and nonsensical of things, you wake up at four am in the morning, which in a way also messes up your sleeping system.
Any other contributions? (:
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When I doodle in class or during sermons, I still am paying attention FYI.
Daniel was in the lions den for a whole night. He didn't just trust for the moment he was thrown in, because that would be uber momentarily and to a certain extent idle. He trusted, all night long.
Trust is something that requires long term commitment, full time Faith.
And wanting to Trust and apply Faith, only when it seems easy enough, not too hard, acceptable and negotiable to the sketch that's occurring at that moment in time- kind of makes Trust and Faith, faux.
Despite the groggy eyes today, I managed to stay awake the speaker was- good (:
Of course, this might have helped too;
Germaine: Heyy, you can either use toothpicks to open your eyes up, or draw fake eyes, around your eyes (:
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My spelling, is actually pretty bad. If it weren't for the automatic dictionary Blogger supplies, I'd be spelling tomato as tomatoe- once again, speaking metaphorically.
I do know, that 'toe' at the end of tomato is illogical. *Cough, CoughJoelLeeCough, Wheeeezz*
And here's for Grammar. I think, it's Grammar that it, or sentence structure. Whichever part of the English vocab this falls into. Apparently-
The PersonYouLove, is different from, YourLover.
How's that for confusing. Or maybe my brain capacity is just tiny and needs time to figure things like that out.
Have a nice week everyone.
'Taa (:

It's, Friday.

I think brains are amazingly, complicated. Because just a few minutes ago while I was standing in the shower, I came up with a long list of things I want to do/achieve. I put a slash because my 'goals' vary from one end to the other and therefore to a certain extent, it's like saying I want to drink a strawberry and eat a watermelon juice.
But for starters, so that I'm kept in track with myself here's what's happened in the past three days, from what I can remember. Metaphorically speaking for some.
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After much suspense whenever I received a vibration in either my bag or the palm of my hand from my phone I finally got a warning indicating that my Inbox was to it's maximum limit and messages needed to be deleted. I hate, when that happens because sometimes, pointless messages are just so worth keeping.
Like when you're told the moon is a full on, lying around eating grapes make you feel like a queen, fruit yogurt does wonders, children throwing stones at dogs are just plain- evil.
Then there are the sentimental ones which make it impossible for you to press the delete button and not feel a thing. Texts dating back to events, moments and sometimes -justbecauseIfeltlikesendingit, are completely necessary I feel.
I deleted a few which were all right to be deleted but then gave up when I was 1/4 of the way done. I'm just waiting for the alert to pop up again- then the whole scenario replays itself instead of my taking the initiative to do so myself.
Somehow, it feels a little better that way.
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I woke up at two after calculating a weird circular measurement, after I fell asleep at twelve. Then I went downstairs and made green tea (:
Surprisingly lately I've managed to understand a little of AddMath without adding to much grey matter loss to my brain.
Not to sound nerdy or anything- but when it's pinned you down, studying is actually pretty fascinating. Just this morning I found out that ice doesn't increase in temperature when it melts (: And my Physics teacher hates me- so much for that.
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Swam a few times at night. I think the whole blurry light effects and not knowing where you're exactly going is somewhat really beautiful.
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Still toying around with Caspian, managed to get a semi decent picture of Romeo, but I'm still not satisfied with the whole outcome of it.
I contemplated on bringing it to the pool because kids (there are Caucasian ones too! (:) running around in their flipflops and multicoloured swimsuits is actually a very pretty sight.
But taking in the risk of looking like a stalker, I decided not too. Thus, I have no addition of combined pixels in his gallery. Pretty frustrating, I'm just waiting for the appropriate time.
And JoanneYu, I'm booking you for when I next see you.
Gelato on Lygon, and Watching the sunset on the back of a car.
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Wednesday was a a trail mix of nuts, and I do not like nuts.
Sitting in the once used to be room, having the once used to have thoughts, still now actually- being analyzed, combated and wondering if the right words were coming out.
A little too much to handle, not ready and being probably the least suitable in my current state of mind bordering- hypocritical.
But pretty comic drawings, nice yellow lighting and knowing that the parents are just outside should anything goes wrong, cushioned the impact.
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Silence really hurts, especially when you think you've done something wrong yet don't know what it its.
When you know how exactly someone feels, yet don't know exactly why.
When scenarios which occur so easily due to certain circumstances, are inevitably just as hard to disappear- like that.
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I somehow managed to get a bruise on my hand, roughly the sixe of three fifty cent coins all combined together, without knowing how.
I suspect it's either a bruise where I injured myself without realising, Mummys thinks I got stung by an unidentified insect. The chances of the later, are very possible because Mummy left a wasp lookalike creature in my room to show me. I came back from school in my white socks, nearly slipped as usual and found a object with wings on my bed.
Mummy: Ohh, I just wanted you to see it (:
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And that is about all I think that's running around my head right now.
I've hit a point blank where I know that's definitely not all there is, yet can't seem to place anymore events.
As for my list in the shower, I thought about
-Attempting a cartwheel, toetouch and hurkey (which I probably would do just as soon as I type this out)
- Getting my feet pedicured and polishing my nails in crimson red.
- Tuning JoelLee's guitar which is very, out of tune due to my meddling with it, just a couple hours back.
- Shoe Shopping.
-Stepping into Forever 21 and browsing aimlessly (which I have not done for sometime)
-Toying with Caspian and an actual homosapien, successfully.
- Completing a photo mural on my wall.
And this one has to take the cake- dancing my fingers on the keyboard and getting all that nonsensical stuff out of my brain, because somehow it just feels better after.
And now, after wasting an hour plus when I could have been running around the house equally wasting time yet in a not so sluggish manner and attempting to finish up my mountain of reports left to do, I shall go.
Anlene has apparently changed it's packaging to a weird sized carton, so I'm aiming to go look for a new acceptable lowfatmilk over the weekend. How cumbersome ):
Have a nice weekend, and then week. Till then,
'Taa pretties.

EndWeekEnd.

Aloha- means Hello AND Goodbye. Did you know that? (:
You aren't allowed to come in too close contact with the opposite gender in school. Somehow, touching the same gender too, causes potential sue-ing. So today, when two males were somehow in close contact with each other due to a faux fight- I heard a;
"You know, doesn't mean you guys can't fight, means you can start hugging each other."
The world is never satisfied, I'm pretty sure this is acquiescent to everyone?
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Finally watched DarkKnight which was mucho, awesome.
Look at what I found in my camera.WatermelonJuice. Fingertips. Sushi. You. Finished off with a BigSilverCar.
(:
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It's funny, how I know exactly what you're thinking but don't know exactly what to say.
Funny how I know how I would feel too, yet can't prevent you from feeling like that because of the thoughts that seem pretty illogical when applied to you, yet can make perfect sense when it comes to- me.
The inability to see flaws on someone else, yet seeing a whole messy lead strewn paper when surveying my own somehow doesn't seem logical now, does it. Yet noone makes any sense when that frequency goes through my ears. Because- that just isn't right.
Because advice given, is much easier than having it need to be taken in.
But nevertheless, it doesn't question me who I love you, just the way you are. Nothing more, Nothing less. Because I guess this just takes someone on the outside to see, that the part you play and the way you play it- any different just doesn't make you you, and disrupts everything that's already seemingly- bliss.
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It's weird, but lately- I've been having this really bad urge to want to get to Melbourne (if everything works out well) now.
I want the whole scenario of walking down QV street in autumn with a fleece sweater and skinnyjeans, with my hair in a ponytail.
And roaming around campus either with a big bohobag and flats carrying the Ipod, Camera, FlipPhone and uber cool pencilcase with a huge sketch book in hand. All of this, minus the knapsack I currently carry with Mr.History, Malay and Biology.
Having gelato on Lygon street. And crucially- not changing in weight.
Which I have to say, is a terribly scary part.
But yeah, I'm falling in Love with Melbourne, more than I already am.
I cannot wait, till SPM is over.
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YOU KNOWW, If I start saving money now, maybe I can eventually build a private pool which I can fold up and lay out when I want too.
Where the size of my tummy is only seen by the blue walls which will not say or utter a word of disgust and my brain need not process over and over again what people think or say. Eliminates the whole torturous, vulnerable, unsteady scenario.
Yeah, that'll be nice ):
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I've been playing around with Caspian, but none of the pictures are worth being put up just yet.
His lighting and clarity doesn't seem to want to cooperate very much.
It's no fun taking pictures of still objects- they evidently do not talk back. So, I'm looking for;
Anyone who is willing to spend time with, in preferably an open aired superbly random yet pretty place, just for kicks,
;with me, to test out Caspian.
No kidding, the most vivid thing I have in his gallery now, is Romeo chewing my toes.
Do let me know, I kid you not.
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That's about it.
I'm feeling pretty edgy suddenly, dang it.
'Taa.