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Wednesday, January 30, 2008 | 6:42 AM
due to the SUDDEN DEATH of my laptop i've failed to blog about all the exciting things that happened thru Jan 08. soon, the 4th wk will be over and we'll dive into Chinese New Year. I'm happy with my new RED highlights, but i think i got conned of afew more strips behind.not to mention my prev brown champagne highlight got a new dash of life after the treatment so its RED AND BROWN.my head feels like a canvas with abstract art. Happy Birthday Randy, our big teddy =) Kenny Rogers dinner, hot drive in Dom's Lancer and Romantic Harbourfront stroll. almost perfect night.Cant wait to go New Year visiting with the Brother + Sistahood. check out each other's place. New Year Goodies are a temptation to hard to resist, but succumbing is v fatal. heck, whack first and excercise later, right Cai? but the visitin relatives are kind of a superficial affair, its the same set of qns and ans all over. mayb i should juz print a shirt that says: i'm carmen choy. meng's daughter. yes i do belong to this family.
i'm going 20. studyin Biz at SIM.
no bf. because wanna study first. (yea right.)
i hope u give me a bigger ang pow cos i spared u the agony of asking.
trying out a new genre of eccentric mix w randomness. but in the surrealism, there's definite reality.
Got back from the world one day Crashed down indulged in aphrodisiac chocolate crimeTurned on the radio, singing melodiesWith senseless lyrics and words that don’t rhymeAll these songs about loveAre they trying to make a stand?Filling our minds with possible fantasiesThen reality eliminates them in the garbage can.
Desert of Dust, Someday I’ll trustBut each different heart wears a different mask.Desert of Dust, this life encast,Take this heart too, save me from falling so fast.
Teardrops from the sky washed away my smileBut a hint of a rainbow, erases my care of the rain.I hide my secrets beneath this coat of paintBut when the sun rises...the shadows come out again.PS Thanks Ash for the last verse.
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