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Ah, fresh air
Thursday, March 26, 2009

Holy crepe!

No, don't you go. This blog hasn't accumulated the dust and cobwebs akin to some I know, so it's still.. deemed read-able. At least for now >< size="1">actually, and if you can't tell by now, I'm just looking for blogpost fillers, man it's tough coming up with material.

I won't exactly say I completely hate Confessions of a Shopaholic, but I must say, I'd rather not, given the chance. I dig chick flicks to a good extent, but that doesn't constitute to

i) only liking that genre
ii) being bimbotic, now just where would you get that silleh idea -.-

It's also a new low in materialism and marketting. Sex and the City was bad, but now this movie will scream with superficial Prada loving zombies, coupled with a script that oozes Gouda cheese that infests your brain.. Pardon my negativity, but it could also be linked to promoting of spending in these gloom times. Good for them then. whatever.

Will blog more soon!

penned by joel at 5:28 PM

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why're we here, where do we go
Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Had a talk on assembly today, some info on university entrance cut offs and such.. Darn it was scary. But puh-lease, if I don't get off my sedentary butt and kick some revision ass, I've no idea of what to do for the future. Only reason why I picked the straight route, to delay all that decision makin..

Got home quite early today, around 5, cuz the cats and dogs wouldn't stop falling from the skies. Really awesome cool weather though, the pitter patter's kinda melodious in a rhythmic way too.

I composed something two days ago, here goes;

You smell like the drizzle
Your scent, like the dew
You cry with a trickle
Your heart, askew

You smile, with a dimple,
Your cheeks, aburn.
You've a charm, so simple,
Your emotions, I yearn.

Yet you take the heart, that is yonder,
The eyes, that decieve.
The love from another,
Therein, words without relief.

Your eyes, do they falter,
A solitary teardrop cascades.
My heart follows after,
Your facade in my thoughts, pervades.

penned by joel at 6:15 PM

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