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:: Sunday, January 08, 2006 ::

my hands are trembling from medication. why do i always make people cry?

had my turn yesterday; sapped dry now; dripped dry. this is how it must feel to be an ikan bilis, sitting with a pile of friends in my saucer. same fate.

wish radio was working. can't play any fucking cds. this is highly aggravating because i have been deprived of a proper entertainment system for the past 2 weeks. ARGH. just finished CJP teaching notes, i feel light, physically floating.. ohhhh, the joy. it's a funny kind of freedom. makes me feel happy yet depressed. knowing that all my life is right now is work.

melancholic and depressed. excitable and vulnerable.

i'm tall.

i love books. reading; apparating me to a completely different plane. no colors, just black and white. constant dance music and having vodka for breakfast and wheaties biscuits.

no, but seriously..

interior design
lingerie
thai
literature
music
smiles

staring at my computer screen for the past 5 hours must have done me in badly. i am taking longer than usual to make a joke, let alone remember why it was funny in the first place. i want handi-snacks. i want sleep.

pris, when are you coming back? i need to fucking chill with you, there is soo much to be said love, soo much...

to bed or not to bed. to bed, i think. maybe i will stop shaking so badly.

I will have my rapture one of these nights.
:: krys Sunday, January 08, 2006 [+] ::
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