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Airs and social graces, elocution so divine.
I’ll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time,
both spineless and sublime.

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xoxo,
B.

I spent the morning at WQ’s, where we studied (supposedly) and waxed our legs. It’s the first official day of holidays and I’m bored to death, maybe I should attempt to start writing the Great Singaporean novel. my thought processes are becoming increasingly angsty because I’m thinking of my spoilt earphones and the lousy replacement ones that I’ve to use,  my soaked worksheets and the zit on my nose.

seriously, woe is me.

you do it unknowingly, y’know.

I swear it’s true

I feel like my heart is being pounded into many tiny pieces and the work done is irrevocable. the prospect of 5 hours of Tamil tomorrow is getting increasingly dreadful. someone, save me.

the spaces between my fingers are where yours fit perfectly.

I hurt you, it’s as simple as that. and I keep doing it, time and time again. you come back for me and I soar a bit more. stop putting your hand into the fire, dammit, cause I know you’re doing it unknowingly and just because. STOP.

thanks for all the birthday wishes, through text, facebook or in person :)

you break with grace.

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I’m in a bad bad bad bad bad bad mooooooooooood.

talking to you makes me smile like a damn fool. you turn me into a damn fool. i hate you for that, more than you’ll ever know.

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