chan liying.
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pioneer jc: 09A06, drama(!)
pastafarian THROUGH AND THROUGH chanliyinggg[@]gmail.com
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"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still"
(Sylvia Plath)
I'm flying off to Sydney (again...) in a week. This is my third visit there, so god give me grace. (I refuse to capitalize my 'G's for 'god' simply because I'm a Pastafarian THROUGH AND THROUGH and the Noodly One does not require me to capitalize my 'G's. So there.)
A quick scan of itinerary says that I will be spending 6 days of my glorious, fleeting youth learning all the things I will never remember nor need to know about the Australian economy, attend a theatre performance, go bushwalking and visit a cheese factory. Can I say that the only thing I truly feel excited about is the cheese factory? That, and IS THIS WHAT I GAVE UP PARIS AND LONDON FOR... okay, fine, next year... \m/
So let's all put our hands in prayer and hope that I will not a) die, b) be socially inept and scare away everyone, c) make a village idiot out of myself by asking completely out of the world question in front of PJ's supposed 'brightest' (no comments on this because I'd actually like to be politically correct and neutral for once) and d) be kidnapped and sold away for exotic sex trade.
Oh and,
RAHWANI COME BACK ALREADY YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG IT'S LIKE A WAY TOO PROLONGED ~CRICKETZ MOMENTZZZ~ WE MISS U ;_;
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What makes me really happy is hiding out at Starbucks (land of overpriced java) with my best friends after a really good dinner. Knowing that I am having a relatively good hair day as opposed to my usual hobo get-up. Getting full marks for a SAT practice test. I could go on but, let me tell you what really makes me happy.
What really makes me happy is how my presence alone - sitting in Starbucks, armed with only an army oftwo- can make an entire 'clique' of people stop in their tracks and look like drugged out deers caught in front of headlights. If only some - just, some - of you possessed half as much the bravado you so confidently oozed with the words you say off and online, then maybe, just maybe, I can actually give you some fucking respect.
And uh, the prank callz and texts? Very nice, guyz. I guess that's what you do when you don't have any guts to even talk to me on msn, let alone irl. I'm not afraid of a confrontation so, in the words of the talented Lily Allen - 'If you're gonna play with fire, then you're gonna get burned..'
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
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And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building...
Reading my NS fwens blogs makes me sad and scared.
Many thoughts.
In true livejournal jargon, I'm doing a friends cut in my life right now.
