tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40375332011-04-22T08:43:50.244+08:00Ah fuck thatI don't know, I was pretty bored so I decided to plague you with my thoughts.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comBlogger1451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1096874142016204512004-10-04T15:15:00.000+08:002004-10-04T15:15:42.016+08:00You're one face I hope to never see again.
I hope you know who you are. You disgust me, stop referring to me in your damn life. I never want to see you again, even whisper your name. It was good while it lasted, but damn bitch, get over it. I'm glad you found someone new, but hell, get over yourself man. Don't dig into my friendster account again. Mother fucker.
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1095874778599703942004-09-23T01:23:00.000+08:002004-09-23T01:39:38.600+08:00I don't know why I didn't come...
There're so many mistakes that I've made that I wish I could undo. So many things I want to forget. It's been a 2 years since it's happened and a long time since I've had any power to do anything about it. Oh well, what to do, that's just the way life is. No matter how many times you wish you could undo something, your chance will never, ever come. Not ever. YouSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1095702738014382142004-09-21T01:36:00.000+08:002004-09-21T01:52:18.013+08:00Ah, the bliss of the woods.
Everyone has that dream, don't they? Mother nature nuzzling you into her ample bossom and caring and nurturing you. Hello, have you ever been fucking camping? No, no need to camp. Where have you been fucking living the past years of your life? No city, doesn't mean that it's a dog eat dog life. Come on, ain't you ever watched documentaries? No lion/tiger/cougar/bear/Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1095691650248359692004-09-20T22:26:00.000+08:002004-09-20T22:47:30.246+08:00I could not be more furious. I cannot say much on this website until much later. But believe me, all ye who doth know me well. I have stirred shit up before, and this time, I can stir shit up so bad, you'd wish you'd never been born. No, it has nothing to do with the same group as the last time. Just in case I still have spies monitoring my every fucking word, like I gave a fuck. I don't want anySarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1094723277957880442004-09-09T16:35:00.000+08:002004-09-09T17:47:57.956+08:00I'll be back in December... I've FINALLY booked my ticket and I know I'll regret to say this. I'm so glad to be going back! I'm sure all Singaporeans know full well of how fuckin boring it gets after about two days. The only thing to do in Singapore is to eat and watch movies. True, it is, trust me. There's not that many fun things to do. Now why you ask, am I so happy to go home? I've got two Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1094537942472984822004-09-07T14:06:00.000+08:002004-09-07T14:19:02.473+08:00Yesterday or the day before, Chin Hua insisted that I took off the flower in front of my nick on msn. He insisted then, that it was hypocritical to put it up since thousands, perhaps millions of children die everyday because of other reasons. Frankly, personally, I don't really give a rat's ass about what he thinks. Children and people die everyday, it doesn't matter what degree of suffering you Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1094536852295300892004-09-07T13:49:00.000+08:002004-09-07T14:00:52.296+08:00*burp*
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1094096993725335352004-09-02T11:38:00.000+08:002004-09-02T11:49:53.726+08:00Doop dee doop dee doodle dee doop dee doop dee doop.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1093768048024112702004-08-29T16:15:00.000+08:002004-08-29T16:27:28.026+08:00I was scared, I was scared. Tired and underprepared but I wait for it.
In two days, my pain will be over. In two days, just two days... Two days...
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1093426233256767382004-08-25T16:58:00.001+08:002004-08-25T20:37:27.416+08:00Fuck la, those three times I was writing this damn post... And then I read chin hua's blog... And everything I say is there. What the fuck right. So God damned irritating. Anyway, was going to bitch about some people whom I cannot stand. Yes, I haven't learnt my lesson. I believe in freedom of speech, and if you don't like it you can lick my ass crack. Thank God for the internet and lack of Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1093181552269859522004-08-22T21:22:00.000+08:002004-08-22T21:32:32.270+08:00Fuck, I've rewritten this article 3 times. But you know what? Here's the gist of it. FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING NITWITS WHO SUPPORT CENSORSHIP OF THE INTERNET! INTERNET IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE FUTURE, NOT THE FUCKIN PAST! ARGHHHH!!!!
P.S Sorry I'm just pissed off at having to write it again.
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1092729720042032472004-08-17T16:02:00.000+08:002004-08-17T16:02:00.043+08:00Bah
Why do I blog? It's the most relaxing thing in the world, really. To me anyway, I couldn't give a rat's arse about what it does to your eyes. To be able to vent my frustration on the most public, uncensored mechanism available to man is excruxiatingly relaxing to me. I don't know why. It's like a signal for help. Help me, anyone out there who thinks like me. Let me know you exist. Anyway, Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1092314697672983932004-08-12T20:30:00.000+08:002004-08-12T20:44:57.673+08:00I went to the doctor today to get an mc for school, turns out I need surgery to remove my tonsils and that I had a fever all day and didn't know anything about it. Holy shit dude, that's fucked up right there. So, I'm all happy that I got my cert for two days and all but, surgery? SURGERY? *eep* Then I get worst case scenario things playing in my mind, the lazer juts out a bit and slices off my Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1091689830942308992004-08-05T15:06:00.000+08:002004-08-05T15:10:30.943+08:00I can't believe... I fucked up my fucking presentation.
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1091361510358520772004-08-01T18:52:00.000+08:002004-08-01T19:58:30.356+08:00My classmate asked me a good question and I still don't have the answer to it.
"Why don't you just give in? Surrender, you'll be at peace."
Surrender? NEVER MOTHER FUCKER, NOT IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT! Then I come back home and think... Yeah, I would be at peace wouldn't I? But could one really just look away and shrug it off their shoulders when it goes against every fibre of your being? Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1091263616586027762004-07-31T16:18:00.000+08:002004-07-31T16:46:56.586+08:00... Okay.. So the damned presentation turned to be 38 minutes due to the fact that I just HAD to bring up the ethical aspect of there being another holocaust without precautions. Damn it. Can you imagine? 10 minute presentation, 28 minutes of QnA... Wah lan eh. Fucking hell.
And you know what's the best thing? I have another presentation on bio to be done by next Thursday. So, after meeting like Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1091018445662024342004-07-28T20:13:00.000+08:002004-07-28T20:40:45.663+08:00National Sovereignty should be protected at all costs.
Holy fuck balls. How the hell am I supposed to answer that... Got a presentation due tomorrow 15 minutes long and wondering how the fuck to start on this damned thing. So after a gruelling hour of researching and trying to put the argument up together.. My group member's messages me and asks, uh so what're we gonna do again. BLAST YOU Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1090998689883449832004-07-28T15:06:00.000+08:002004-07-28T15:11:29.883+08:00Heh... Sob... I swear I was tearing when I saw philene's blog... Thanks guys, you rock. Seriously. It's nice to know that SOME people in Singapore miss me too. To the rest, to hell with you. Hahaha. Getting really busy... Sling 04's coming up. Oh gawd... Another big party to plan. Sian ah... Then got trials... Then got tests... And fucking presentation week... ARGH....
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1090165796932232182004-07-19T13:30:00.000+08:002004-07-18T23:49:56.933+08:00I love the fact that my msn category for family has doubled in number. i relish the fact that I get to talk to my family more than I ever did before. I miss my family in Singapore, and even though I took them for granted before. I sure as hell won't do it again. With exception to those pesky, obese little assholes who ask me silly questions about my life. God, I hate them. It's funny how you takeSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1090051704608103772004-07-17T16:03:00.000+08:002004-07-17T16:08:24.606+08:00My cat is so cute. Like at 6 am in the morning he mewed outside my door so I let him in. Then while I was reading, he came and did his usual exploring, sniff sniff mew mew purr thing. Then as he snuggled up to me for attention he actually slept on my stomach. AWWWWWWW!!! I should get pictures of him put up. He's a white bengal with the most adorable blue eyes and I love him to bits even though Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1090012595726829842004-07-17T05:11:00.000+08:002004-07-17T05:16:35.726+08:00I don't understand what's it with Singaporean girls. Why must there always be a fucking ghost in every girl's toilet? Even in a foreign country, must make up their own ghosts. You chicken shit then say la, fuck. Why must you make up stupid stories about there being ghosts. As it is, we're only in school in the day, and still, ghosts magically appear from nowhere. I just don't get it.
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1089492337011647772004-07-11T04:26:00.000+08:002004-07-11T04:45:37.010+08:00I've always wondered about this certain word. Poser. Poseur. Pose? You hear that word everyday. Have you ever wondered, what the fuck posers are posing? And if they were a real connoisseur, wouldn't they be fucking posers themselves? Oh yes, so you dress a certain way, but the way you dress is mimicking say a rapper or a rock star. Oh my god, that's just my style. Fuck you, unless you come up Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1089288028761483262004-07-08T19:38:00.000+08:002004-07-08T20:00:28.760+08:00Can't get this song out of my head. Sigh. My tribute.
Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million, say:
Difficult enough to be a little bit,
Disappointed, passed over.
When I've looked right through,
See you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
Well I threw you the obvious,
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1089178827304320482004-07-07T13:12:00.000+08:002004-07-07T13:40:27.303+08:00This is fucking irritating. I hate fucking hypocrites. Oh look at me, I pray, I go to church/mosque/temple/wtv and I'm so holy but I backstab, I lie, I cheat, I fucking drink and take drugs and step on bugs for fun. Fuck you. The best case scenario was when I met my friend's friend who's a church going bastard. The 'holier than thou' kind. He accidentally burnt my friend's hair while playing withSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1088868021820172392004-07-03T23:04:00.000+08:002004-07-03T23:20:21.820+08:00OH GAWD. Someone fucking kill me. That's fuckin disgusting. A fuckin disgrace. I'm just going to die. Oh fuckin hell. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! That's so fucking... I'm so... ARGH!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1088558897426453572004-06-30T09:24:00.000+08:002004-06-30T09:28:17.426+08:00I forgot what I wanted to blog about. Hurhur. Ah fuck that.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1087905126741625972004-06-22T19:30:00.000+08:002004-06-22T19:52:06.740+08:00Check for breathing, check for pulse. Responses are all positive. Inhale, exhale. Breathe in, breathe out. Eyes open, sit up and walk away from the crash site. By-standers gaped as blood followed the trace of footsteps. Shakes head, blood sprays off brow onto the street. Moonlight sillhouette with a tinge of red. Drags right foot behind. Stumbles on, limping, tears of scarlet outlines face.
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1087485520189344082004-06-17T23:12:00.000+08:002004-06-17T23:18:40.190+08:00I fear the worst. Thoughts are endlessly spinning through my head. The big monster screaming, "What if, what if"... I don't know what to do or what to say. I fear the worst, probably so I can just mentally hope it isn't what I think it is. I hope not, I pray not. Nothing is ever certain.
Nessun maggior dolore, che rocordasi del tempo felice nella miseria
The greatest sorrow, to remember Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1087385021506695532004-06-16T19:17:00.000+08:002004-06-16T19:23:41.506+08:00Man, I miss cj and you guys there.
Hey Alan, thanks so much for dropping by my blog. There was a period of time I wasn't vulgar, but that's over now. How've you been Mr OCS man? Mr Student Councillor. Hahaha, I still remember pairing you up to Ann. WAHAHAHA, that was hysterical. Ah well, meet for coffee one of the days I get back yeah?
Khin! I'll be back in like, december or something. Can't Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1086790454944178662004-06-09T22:01:00.000+08:002004-06-09T22:14:14.943+08:00I realised that I have a problem. Seriously, I don't know why. I have a lot of disgust for many things in life. One of them would be fucking assholes who judge you based on say, oh yeah, the FUCKING TYPE OF MUSIC YOU LISTEN TO. If it's not music, it's what you wear, who you hang out with, if you have a certain number of ex bfs, if you talk to the poor misunderstood guy in the corner. Yeah well, Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1086617846663455182004-06-07T22:08:00.000+08:002004-06-07T22:17:26.663+08:00I recently went to a bookstore and picked up The Devil Wears Prada. Oh. My. God. It was so funny, and that woman was so glamorous yet bloody insane! Whenever I read it, I sooo thought of Faliq. Yes, Mr Fashionista himself. I haven't been keeping in touch with him, but I can't wait to get back to Singapore and sit over a cup of coffee and bitch for hours on end.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1086356541991844762004-06-04T20:43:00.000+08:002004-06-04T21:42:21.990+08:00We were sitting in chemistry class when my friend supposedly saw a cylindrical object spinning around and around, eventually vanishing into the horizon. How cool's that? We were wondering what sort of aeroplane thing-a-ma-jig actually like, could spin in circles so fast and actually fly out of the earth's orbit. Sounds fucking insane, I know, but woahhhh. If I didn't see it for myself, I wouldn'tSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1086280858193025702004-06-03T21:49:00.000+08:002004-06-04T00:40:58.193+08:00Fuck you. Fuck you, and you, and you, and yes, you. You stupid little spineless fucker. What the fuck makes you think I'd like to be anywhere near you. Fuck you, and your family and fuck your fucked up ambition to be a fucking architect when you can't even fucking draw. You fucking lunatic. I hope you fucking die. Fucker. FUCK YOU!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1085748987873726222004-05-28T20:45:00.000+08:002004-05-28T20:56:27.873+08:00Hmm hmm hmm. I don't have a specific genre of music that I must SPECIFICALLY listen to. Furthermore, I do not understand why those who do, have to impose it on everyone else. I mean, fuck man, meat and poison right? I am sitting here, listening to whatever in the fuck I want, and I don't need you coming right here judging and classifying me into some fake ass shit group that you made up in your Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1085335914292170702004-05-24T02:09:00.000+08:002004-05-24T02:11:54.293+08:00Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1084974744575123462004-05-19T21:41:00.000+08:002004-05-19T21:52:24.576+08:00Hannar. I'm posting. I got nothing to post about. I'm feeling quite happy, when it comes to my life now. I'm living my dream, studying overseas, living independantly and most importantly, I'm living in a country with... SEASONS! Yes, I've always wanted to live in a country with fucking seasons. Like, snow and shit. Yes. I like that. HAHA, ALL YOU PEOPLE WITH THE HEAT WAVE, MWAHAHAHAHHAA!
I'm Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1084190062204082192004-05-10T19:07:00.000+08:002004-05-19T21:40:29.043+08:00I was looking back at the post history to see what kind of person I have become after a span of a year and a couple of months. This blog isn't what it used to be. This used to be a portal to which I could collectively organise my thoughts and put them into words to shove all the angst and destruction I feel. This was my punching bag, my sacred writing on the wall of my room and my way expressing Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1083942610073412402004-05-07T22:16:00.000+08:002004-05-07T23:17:21.233+08:00I was at my sister's graduation when I got the call from wt. In a shaky voice, she told me, "Sara, Mrs Lee is dead." Dumbfounded, I stood on the lawn in front of the place I've been dreaming to graduate from since I was 10 years old. I'm one step closer, and I can't even tell the woman who helped me throughout my teenage years. I remember when I was 12, I stepped into the holding school in Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1083849568853674302004-05-06T21:16:00.000+08:002004-05-06T21:24:38.326+08:00Tribute
This post goes out to one of the strongest women whom I admire most. Mrs Caroline Lee, principal of St Margarets Secondary, collapsed today due to brain damage. She is a woman who guided me, aided me, punished me, irritated me and helped me through my secondary school years. Mrs Lee is a very strong, determined and sharp business woman who applied all her knowledge in the marketing worldSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1083849192625141022004-05-06T21:11:00.000+08:002004-05-06T21:17:32.140+08:00I'm sorry baby.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1083849052415640542004-05-06T21:09:00.000+08:002004-05-06T21:15:11.966+08:00I got my internet connection up!!! Woohoo. Thank god, got so many assignments to do. Fucking helium, who the fuck wants to care about helium anyway? Fucking cb, why do I have to write a fucking long report about mother fucking helium!!! Fuck fuck fuck!!!!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1083597429521055212004-05-03T22:48:00.000+08:002004-05-03T23:21:15.280+08:00I'm wondering why I'm even bothering to post this note. Okay, how's this. I told someone who told you something about my own personal life. Somehow, you have nothing better to do than to go and dig out stuff about me. An infatuation perhaps? Perhaps I killed you in a previous life. I'm so tired that, I can't even be bothered to be vulgar to you, you know that? I don't even see a point to express Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1082566830524715762004-04-22T01:00:00.000+08:002004-04-22T01:04:30.606+08:00Enough.
Okay, so I ended my first long, serious relationship with my boyfriend. Okay. Even though I hurt and stuff, it's enough that I'm all alone in this foreign country without my friends surrounding me. It's enough that I don't have my close network of pillars to help me throughout the day. I'm alright now, I guess. Oh well. What to do? Bo pian loh, go on with life. I know I sound heartless Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1081274014758252292004-04-07T01:53:00.000+08:002004-04-07T01:57:14.326+08:00I asked for it, this whole situation, this whole giant predicament. This is all, ME ME ME. Why then, do I cry? What's the point in this? I know it won't work out, I know that it's not going to, I know this, I feel it in my gut. I feel it! Then why... Why? Why am I cutting off my source of happiness? My anchor to life? Why? Oh yes, you always hear about the people being dumped, but what about the Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1080915526738165522004-04-02T22:18:00.000+08:002004-04-02T22:22:21.263+08:00Kill Me.
I feel like dying. Seriously, I do. I don't know why I let it bother me so much. I don't see how anyone can let fate take its course. Time heals all wounds, they say? Okay, so I'm going to go back to my old cynical self? Going back to the time before anything happened, before I had a taste from the forbidden pool? I can't do this. I can't, and whoever can, I'd call you fucking heartlessSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1080800384195595952004-04-01T14:19:00.000+08:002004-04-01T14:23:16.936+08:00How about this? I don't buy it. Why is it, suddenly now, ALL OF A FUCKING SUDDEN, this happens? Again, you are doing this, first it was a year ago... Now this. It isn't going to work this time, I've had it. I. AM. PISSED. OFF. Should I go to hell for this? A fucking 10 star hotel presidential suite with a fucking butler and a maid. That's where I should fucking go. Well, fuck you. I ain't buying Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1080210133928651062004-03-25T18:22:00.000+08:002004-03-25T18:25:37.623+08:00Yes, this is quite shit.
I don't see the disadvantage of being vulgar. I don't see how saying a vulgar word alters your personality or drowns your intellect. I don't see how being vulgar affects your social class as compared to how you act. I don't see how having extra vocabulary to spice up your boring, dull sentences makes SOME people just want to walk off and never speak to you ever again forSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1079606606162968012004-03-18T18:43:00.000+08:002004-03-18T18:46:40.356+08:00March 18th
9.01 PM
Sydney, Australia
Okay, I've adjusted to Sydney life. It's pretty alright to me. I'm doing fine now, sorry for making all you guys at home worry about me. I'm no longer home sick, I've moved on to whatever this brings me. I'm not as depressed anymore and even though I have a long way to go. I'll take it in my stride. I realise that this past year, I've been too pampered. Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1078592067163710412004-03-07T00:54:00.000+08:002004-03-07T00:57:25.780+08:003 hours of hell.
Today was supposed to be club Singapura's bbq at coogee beach. It was SUPPOSED to be nice and sunny and people would play frisbee and soccer and bloody volleyball, and after the whole week of hassle with losing stuff and the plannig and the HELL, we woke up really early today and were driving down to coogee when... WHEN... Splat splat splat. Fuck, it's raining. Now, contrary to Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1078243143547557572004-03-02T23:59:00.000+08:002004-03-03T00:03:23.466+08:00First times
Hmm, I did quite a few things for the first time today.
It was the FIRST TIME that:
-I was on time ish to my first class.
-I went to the school library
-I did my chemistry homework (HOLY SHIT RIGHT, I MEAN, FUCK MAN, WHEN THE HELL DID I EVER DO THAT BEFORE)
-Made an effort to talk to the girl next to me during english
-Made an effort to talk to the hongki bastard who pushes me left,Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1078153820405319192004-03-01T23:10:00.000+08:002004-03-01T23:13:12.890+08:00I was swimming like, yesterday and I don't know why but I was thinking of the days when I was 9 years old. This was my first swimming lesson in Smps, and I was really ticked off why the swimming dude wouldn't let me go into the deep pool. I was bitching and whining so much that he said, okok, at the end of the lesson you can try, but I'll tell show you how deep it is first, before you go in. ThenSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1077994668749509512004-02-29T02:57:00.000+08:002004-02-29T03:00:38.106+08:00One more serving please.
It's dishing out week. Have anything to say? Say it now, please, let's all be fucking done with it. The past has come back and decided to haunt me. Oh yeah, she's doing alright now, I think I'll slap her with one of my little dirty things that, that fucking bitch time hid under the rug. Hey, you remember the time you screwed up, yeah. HULLO, IT'S RIGHT IN YOUR FACE. So Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1077453930597137032004-02-22T20:45:00.000+08:002004-02-22T20:48:37.500+08:00Cigarettes and bubbles
I tried to drown myself today. Problems are piling up over and over. My solitude is getting on my nerves, it's getting harder and harder to handle. I don't understand myself, I am the kind of person who loves being alone, relishing my privacy and enjoying it, fully. Yet, when I am in a country where I am all alone, with hardly any friends at all, I hate it. I miss the Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1076950173082873852004-02-17T00:49:00.000+08:002004-02-17T00:52:06.593+08:00Wah, fuck your anus and get it over and done with.
I don't get it, everyone's proclaiming to be so complicated, so real, so dimensional, so, oh I don't know, human. If that's how everyone is, if everyone's fucking complicated, aren't you too? Granted not all of the damn experiences we go through are the same, yet they are indeed similar aren't they? Wouldn't that mean that, hey, guess what? Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1076833409240264202004-02-15T16:23:00.000+08:002004-02-15T16:26:01.373+08:00Death
It's funny living when your old life is dead. It's seriously crazy how you feel after your dead, my theory's that I died in a plane crash, and the life I'm living now is hell. The sadistic twist of fate that drew my string away from my birthplace also kept me entwined with so many others. I've always wanted to leave, but somehow, now, I want to return, go back, and be with my lover. Then Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1076045453148153032004-02-06T13:30:00.000+08:002004-02-12T21:57:21.716+08:00Shit.
Shit shitty shittyer shit. SHYT! I really miss my bf, but I don't want to admit it, I don't want to admit that I miss going to the beach with him, or going to town and watching a movie, snuggling close and eating dinner. I don't want to admit that I love him for his merits and his faults, that he comes as a package, and there are just some things that I have to accept, because I just love Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1075875091216126262004-02-04T14:11:00.000+08:002004-02-04T14:13:48.733+08:00Wipe wipe wipe.
That's all I've been doing the past three days of my life as an international student. WIPE WIPE WIPE WIPE WIPE! Clean clean clean, hang hang hang, scrub scrub scrub and tek tek tek (keyboard sounds). I had to sit for two intelligence insulting tests at the stupid uni thing of which some PEOPLE actually revise for and bite their nails out of nervousness at. Like, WTF! Jesus, I Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1075874345188328812004-02-04T13:59:00.000+08:002004-02-04T14:01:22.810+08:00To Talib? Wtf have you ever done for me? Did you send me off? Did you bother to meet up with me before I left? No? Then suck my imaginary cock, understand! And nim, I can't use my hp here cause I don't have auto roam, just e-mail me, it'll be the cheapest thing for both of us, see. So yeah, I do have a hp number, but I'm not going to give you as it'll be too expensive if overseas call me kind, soSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1075646041587990992004-02-01T22:34:00.000+08:002004-02-01T22:36:15.373+08:00Hmm, finally got my wish to be in Australia. I'm finally here, after so long. All I can say is that I'm proud of myself for not crying when my friends and parents sent me off. Although I couldn't contain myself on the flight, I should say that it was okay. Jesus, I really miss all my friends in Singapore and a very big thank you for all of you who came down, even at like... 7 in the morning.
ToSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1074963226686401062004-01-25T00:53:00.000+08:002004-01-25T00:55:49.623+08:00An itch.
Itch itch itch. I hate getting itchy, no matter how comfortable you are, the itch never goes away, and it takes all the will power you can muster to not scratch it and tear the skin away from your muscles. An itch is like the devil prancing behind your backside telling you to give your evil malay cikgu a piece of your mind and it takes everything you've got, every single fibre of your Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1074192460244383672004-01-16T02:47:00.000+08:002004-01-16T02:49:31.513+08:00The End.
The end, one end, an end or just end. The journey completed, the task done, the goal reached. Some dictionaries even state that the end is the point where something ceases to exist or even the ultimate. The point is, whatever that was going on, is drawing to a close and I can never go back. Tis the end, dear friends, of a life that I led. My journey as a typical Singaporean school girl Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1074027911802141022004-01-14T05:05:00.000+08:002004-01-14T05:07:01.153+08:00Neglected my blog for ages, things have just been crazy, with the process of getting the visa done, the work load, training training, spending time with the bf, spending time with my new roomates aka sister and friends. Undertook mahjong under the past few months, it's pretty shit, seeing as how I can't speak or read chinese. My nights are day and days are nights. Regular sleep time's like 9 am Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1072202263578513792003-12-24T01:57:00.000+08:002003-12-24T01:59:04.356+08:00Wah liew eh, I don't believe in religion, not GOD! Jesus Christ, you want him to smite me right? I do believe in God, I've seen and experienced many things as many of my close friends know. The more you learn about the universe, there just has to be a God, somewhere out there. I just hate religion. Religion divides people, it makes boundaries that would otherwise not exist. Now, I know I said Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1071860454593757762003-12-20T03:00:00.000+08:002003-12-20T03:02:10.966+08:00Ah, today it all clicked. I felt as if I found the missing piece in a dusty old jigsaw puzzle. I understand now all that has happened and what goes on in the minds of those this affects. I finally figured out why what's going on, went on and it all began in a scene that I initially predicted long ago. Oh what petty, pathetic, stupid little pile of dung beetle poop. How sad that the turn of eventsSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1071859223458685382003-12-20T02:40:00.000+08:002003-12-20T02:41:39.280+08:00I did do my research before commenting, maybe our doctors had different opinions. Maybe in fact, you think it's a good thing for blood to be excessively thick, for people to get dehydrated, for kidneys and liver to work harder during this season with the lack of water. Maybe, just maybe, that's why it's good. Cheers mate, freedom of speech.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1070135155047778502003-11-30T03:45:00.000+08:002003-11-30T03:46:44.530+08:00Ok, nvm. That's it for aunty Sara for today. I had a long, long talk with my father today about religion and the bullshit that they pull. We were discussing, as always, our own religion, Islam. Disclaimer: You don't want to read, you don't have to, don't sue me or claim my life like Salman Rushdie or something for pete's sake. He's a native Indonesian and he said the people who really study IslamSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1070130893852212402003-11-30T02:34:00.000+08:002003-11-30T03:49:20.200+08:00Hi passerbys, thanks for your views, I'll keep that in mind. Yeah, I don't like people who don't like smokers just because they smoke sorta thing, and they obviously don't like me too, but you know what? It doesn't matter. What's my blog for if not to just go and bitch all I want? Am I supposed to be considerate to other people's feelings for the purpose of making them happy when I type on my Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1069707103776564572003-11-25T04:51:00.000+08:002003-11-25T04:52:26.590+08:00Gawd, what is it with people? Was on the way to work one day, grabbed my sister's Virginia Slims and smoked a fag while waiting for the damn bus. Women comes walking and she smiles at me, but face changes instantly as soon as I bring a fag to my lips. Like, wtf, hello, I punish my body for a good reason yeah? I know full well what I'm doing, so like bugger off! What is it with people and judging Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1069706613740479172003-11-25T04:43:00.000+08:002003-11-25T04:44:16.653+08:00Ages since I've touched my computer, got the job, the sister, the boyfriend and family to keep me busy. I'm working at Fuzion@millenia walk. So if you guys are in the area, gimme a buzz, I'd love to see you before I go. Yeah, I'd love to meet up with all you guys before I leave like seriously. I'm most probably leaving with my sister in 15th of Jan. Not sure, not confirmed, ladida. Wouldn't mind Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1068749268481780742003-11-14T02:47:00.000+08:002003-11-14T02:48:15.843+08:00Heh... I just didn't want a big rumour spreading through CJC like wild fire. Like ooh, big news, she's leaving going to Sydney, blarblarblarblarblar. That sorta thing, I miss you too Philene. Surprisingly, I'll miss you too Omar. Somehow, someway, I'll miss you too. Hahaha, I'll miss all you guys, seriously. You guys made my stay in CJC enjoyable disregardless of the evils lurking around the Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1068226323881970292003-11-08T01:32:00.000+08:002003-11-08T03:18:21.750+08:00I've officially withdrawn from CJC, although I do admit that I will miss the school, the atmosphere and the people. I will proclaim to the world, that I am FUCKING HAPPY to relieve myself of the agony of having to study MALAY ever again. I would rather hang myself than have to study that infernal, useless and fucked up language ever again in my entire life. Now, forgive you me, I don't Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1068135160215605982003-11-07T00:12:00.000+08:002003-11-07T00:12:58.840+08:00I found this on Wenting's blog... Smss came up with this screwed up thingy... Oh how I quiver to remember that I just graduated a year ago... SCREAM...
SING this to the tune of Mary Had A Little Lamb:
X equals negative b,
plus or minus,
the square root of,
b squared minus 4 a c,
all of which is over 2 a.
-for solving quadratic equations-
Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1068033806895928912003-11-05T20:03:00.000+08:002003-11-09T02:41:45.826+08:00"You must remember this, a kiss is still akiss". Your romance is Casablanca. Aclassic story of love in trying times, chockfull of both cynicism and hope. You obviouslybelieve in true love, but you're alsoconstantly aware of practicality and societalexpectations. That's not always fun, but atleast it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazisget you down too much.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1067530745115871232003-10-31T00:19:00.000+08:002003-10-31T00:19:03.750+08:00You are Form 2, Angel: The Pure.
"And The Angel rose as holy protector forall that was created. She fought with honorand valor to serve the good of the world. Butthe coming of the mankind was her downfall; andend to purity."
Some examples of the Angel Form are Michael(Christian) and Hercules (Greek).
The Angel is associated with the concept of virtue,the number 2, and the element of wind.
HerSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1067413398258868132003-10-29T15:43:00.000+08:002003-10-29T15:43:25.466+08:00Oh yes, want me to suck your cock while you're at it? Geez, shocked, surprised, oh I'm sorry, did I just flash the truth out? No need to be so direct you say? Fuck you, you'll feel my teeth ripping it apart to shreds. I refuse to lick butt to get my way, to crawl on my hands and knees and beg, beg to be taken seriously, beg to be whatever I want to be. I refused to be binded by metaphoric chains Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1067178779633648772003-10-26T22:32:00.000+08:002003-10-26T22:33:03.403+08:00But I have lived, and have not lived in vain:
My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire,
And my frame perish even in conquering pain;
But there is that within me which shall tire
Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire;
Something unearthly, which they deem not of,
Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre,
Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move
In hearts all rocky now the late Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1066805108982448752003-10-22T14:45:00.000+08:002003-10-22T14:45:08.553+08:00Hi, I'm Sara in wonderland. Things happen here which are weird and things just seem funny. I don't know the last time I've seen the real world, but I sure as hell remember being born in it. I guess the rabbit hole that I fell into was when I ventured too far from my parents' wings and decided to subdivide into a family Sara and a wonderland Sara. I have since tried to re-unite with my other half Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1066209978064994532003-10-15T17:26:00.000+08:002003-10-15T17:26:17.920+08:00Sigh, thanks Alan. Just recovered from a very bad fever last night. My temperature was 39.6 degs. Woah... Thanks to the various number of people who offered advice on how to bring the fever down, I finally broke it. It's now 36.5 so yay! Must have been all the hysterical laughing.
It's getting stronger now. *Thud thud thud* FUCK OFF AND SHUT UP! *thud thud...* STOP IT! *thud!* Bitch... It's beenSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-106571449401907652003-10-09T23:48:00.000+08:002003-10-12T13:23:08.250+08:00I just have to write this, I just have to. I'm really sorry, but, I'm just dying of hysterical laughter. I just was sent this really fucking funny website. I can't tell you where, but it was just fucking hysterical. Ran out of space, huh? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Wtf, damn funny. List getting smaller and smaller right, they're running away pretty fucking fast right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. I told you, if Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1065712430261670752003-10-09T23:13:00.000+08:002003-10-09T23:13:50.306+08:00Well, there you have it folks. Proof that I'm one of Satan's minions. Now, before you pour holy water over my head and pray for my soul, I enjoy being evil. By no means should you deprive me of the joys of being evil. If being evil is to embrace the fact that I wasn't conceived in sin, that my life was not a defilement to the human race but a celebration of the love felt between two people, I Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1065460062057765372003-10-07T01:07:00.000+08:002003-10-09T21:41:36.176+08:00You're so Evil even Satan has taken notice of you.People cross the street to avoid your wrath.You consort with demons on a regular basis andhave known several Vampires. You plan onjoining them in undeath one day when you havehad enough of mortality. Welcometo your Undeath
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RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1065456356243393732003-10-07T00:05:00.000+08:002003-10-07T00:05:56.346+08:00Internal conflict plaguing me once again. The nature of this conflict would prefer to remain disclosed, shoved kicking and screaming into a chest and stuffed into the back of my cupboard. It haunts me, much like the television set in "requiem for a dream." Thud thud thud. Its demands are strong, I can feel its will calling to me from beneath the tons of underwear. Thud thud thud. It's shaking my Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1064762647875076712003-09-28T23:24:00.000+08:002003-09-28T23:24:07.820+08:00Apparently
Apparently, I'm not a good person because I'm vulgar. The vulgarity cancels off any semblance of integrity regardless of the morals I possess. Apparently, everything goes by statistics, if you are vulgar, you are bad. If you smoke, you are bad. If you drink, you are bad. Who thought of this stupid notion of good and bad anyway? Who're we kidding? How'd you think we came to be, storks Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1064760696823467842003-09-28T22:51:00.000+08:002003-09-28T22:51:37.080+08:00It's not that I'm getting fiery. That's what my blog was originally about. My thoughts, my views, my philosophies. I've never been able to understand why people go nyehnyehnyeh and complain on websites. Were they forced to read it? It isn't the same as bitching about the transport system or something else. The internet is a place of freedom of speech, so why does one's views have to be censored Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1064683113144258592003-09-28T01:18:00.000+08:002003-09-28T01:18:33.026+08:00Writing this blog is not the same as it used to be when I first started it a year ago. A year ago, I was able to voice out my opinions with the ability to be able to adress an anonymous audience. Freedom of speech was mine to make use of, I could rant and rave about anything I wanted to, everything and anything. Now, have to worry about insignificant insects being "upset" of my views. I should Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1064124371127549642003-09-21T14:06:00.000+08:002003-09-21T14:06:11.240+08:00I was too lazy to put my thoughts in here, won't be for awhile. I'll only start again when the pillar of evil is off my back. Yes, my cikgu. I swear if there ever were a more redundant profession, it would be the malay teacher. Fucking waste of money and resources of a irrelevant and redundant language. Rawr. Hate it, cramps my thinking, gives me headaches. And yes, I hope you rot in hell. Rot inSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1064039787356256442003-09-20T14:36:00.000+08:002003-09-20T14:36:58.626+08:00I was bored, so I just took a couple of quizzes. Save it, I'm 10 years old and loving it, so bite me.
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My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to meSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1063971975694980662003-09-19T19:46:00.000+08:002003-09-19T21:08:08.026+08:00Haven't blogged for awhile, too lazy. Came back from Sydney on Monday morning, then was too lazy to splash my thoughts unto this site.
Was thinking of something the other day... The world isn't a reality, it just doesn't exist. It's a dog-eat-dog world, with demons and monsters wherever one turns. Most people aren't real, they don't have their own thoughts. Do you call the images in a mirror realSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1062360127126794532003-09-01T04:02:00.000+08:002003-09-01T04:02:07.126+08:00Protector
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You represent... apathy.
You don't really show any emotion. You can beconsidered cruel and cold, but you just don'treally care about anything. This is just theway you are... you're quite a challenge to getclose to, and others may perceive you asboring.
What feeling do you represent? brought to you by QuizillaSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1062352322606512872003-09-01T01:52:00.000+08:002003-09-01T03:57:26.290+08:00A thought came to me when I was walking back home. Everyone says emotions are our weakness, in that case, would the perfect being be emotionless? If so, would God be emotionless? To be emotionless, you would be able to carry out the "right" thing to do, whereas sometimes, emotions hinder you from what is really right, to do what's really wrong. If you had no emotions, you could be able to carry Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1061986057813164882003-08-27T20:07:00.000+08:002003-08-27T20:07:37.816+08:00No more of this. I've had enough. My blog is under constant public scrutiny now, but I don't really care. It gives me a larger range of audience to express my thoughts to. I still believe that we are the ones who are responsible for the existance of vulgarity. I'm not trying to justify myself, unlike some uneducated patrons from my audience would believe. I don't really care about what you think Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1061722636631085382003-08-24T18:57:00.000+08:002003-08-24T20:25:31.250+08:00Gasp! I have a fan club!!! Oh my god... I'm so happy... Oh... Do I get a crown as well? OOOH SO COOL!!! I can't believe I actually like, have a fan club... I'm so totally, like touched... You blocks and stones and worse than mindless things are so sweet!!! Gasp!!! You guys have been like, so supportive and smart during this whole period... I'm so glad that I actually got to come into contact withSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1061564669333824122003-08-22T23:04:00.000+08:002003-08-22T23:04:29.260+08:00Heh, my sincerest apologies for my old-time readers who have come here not for the "battle" but for my theories on life and philosophies. This shit's gone on too long, it's boring and I apologize that some people just have to flood my tagboard. Message to those people, I guess if you have an opinion, you have the right to say it. Since my blog was originally for myself to say whatever I want, andSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1060946020574020942003-08-15T19:13:00.000+08:002003-08-15T19:18:04.826+08:00Boredom again.
I hear birds. Heh, fuck that shit. Blarblarblarblarblar, same old shit. Yawn, had a nice day today, I was really happy. I've been in a good mood for the past week. Heh, no one can get me down, lalala, no one can get me down. Boyfriend coming out tomorrow, wonderful. I can't wait to see him, to hear his voice and to be with him. Finally get to see him after so long. Heh, I would Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1060866850073808832003-08-14T21:14:00.000+08:002003-08-14T21:18:46.153+08:00Boredom
Empty and feeble threats. I bore at your impotence, my immature and mentally challenged acquaintence. Is it funny that no one can find any other insult for me besides fat bitch? Ooh, scary, how hurt and uh, upset I feel? I'm not bothering your manly girlfriend what, never did. I didn't bother anyone until I was provoked, so shove your threats up your ass. Sad right, she has to hide Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1060770594340047142003-08-13T18:29:00.000+08:002003-08-13T18:34:44.450+08:00Rain
I love the rain, it washes all the filth from the streets and cleanses humanity to the bone. I was caught in the rain today, a royal storm and I loved it. I loved the rain seeping through my clothes and into my skin. I love the heat it took away with it, I love the smell of rain. I loved it all so much. I suppose the bitch has finally read my blog, after so long. It was just a message for Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1060427121258028472003-08-09T19:05:00.000+08:002003-08-17T02:50:16.153+08:00Bitch
Hey again bitch.
How're you doing? I hope you like my departing gesture to you and your immature friends on Friday. You're so mature and sweet, bitch. You'd cause diabetes. I've heard more about what you've said, bitch. It's too hilarious, seriously. I cannot believe that a person who ended up in jc has that sort of mentality. Oh well, I forgot, you just came into cj because you couldn't Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1060255011213176192003-08-07T19:16:00.000+08:002003-08-07T19:21:28.356+08:00Bitch.
Hi bitch. How're you doing? I hope you're fine, you seem so infamous everywhere. Everyone seems to know your name and fuck like that. You're so obviously not trying to be something you're not. Posing to be the nationality of some migrant country must be so tough especially when your nose is still wet, is it so hard to admit that you're actually who you are? Oh, ouch, are you trying to Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1060002211094779452003-08-04T21:03:00.000+08:002003-08-04T21:46:23.703+08:00I was standing beside my window enjoying a de-stress stick, looking into the distance at the tiny dots of light far away. I guess I am blessed with the view of darkness, the view from which I can cleanse my thoughts from. I was thinking of everything, my boyfriend, my class, my school, my studies, my cca, my friends. I was suddenly overcome with the urge to jump down, to just end it all. All my Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037533.post-1059917498965196102003-08-03T21:31:00.000+08:002003-08-03T22:42:51.583+08:00I met my boy today at his camp. It was visiting day, I haven't seen him in two weeks and my vision was starved. Seeing him again today, reminded me of how much I miss him and how hard I've been trying to keep myself busy so as not to think of him as much. I haven't neglected him, the loss of my hp prevents me from swift contact with him, however I feel that I haven't got used to him being away, Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12507134081432376471noreply@blogger.com