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Sanctuary
Friday, December 17, 2010, 9:56 AM

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If i wasn't my father's daughter, i would be doing this for a living.
Haha, silly me. Last two photos are from miss blair waldorf.

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I guess life's bitching out on me lately, or maybe im just bitching it up myself. Ha, i never really make sense with the words i type don't i. Don't mind me. I guess my body weight is back to square one now. It's awfully hard to cope with it. If you were skinny you wouldn't understand, throw a disgusted look in my direction and be done with this. I've got to be giving up what i love alot, food. Let's be skinny and unhappy.

For abit.

I don't think i'll be flying back to singapore this holiday. Shit happens. Its a really hectic month where lots of things must be done. I'll see you guys in april, i'll space out abit. Dread out a little bit. I guess my happiest part of new year would be spending my time on phone calls, like last year. Makes all that shit you've been throughout the year worthwhile. It's never always been easy, telling lies to yourself.

Alas, i submit this off to the internet. My aunt agony in abstract. I don't want to talk too much.