when will i stop being an object of convenience?
an object of substitution?
i hate it.
call me tweet;
your ever convenient buddy and friend.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
nuffnang!
my pills.
- abby.
- ah bui.
- alvin (SIM).
- azz.
- cherie.
- cherrymagazine.
- christalle.
- da dong.
- dawnyang.
- dressabelle.
- felicia chin.
- FML.
- fourfeetnine.
- full-clothes.
- guigui.
- jess.
- kennysia.
- marshy.
- miss zeng.
- momoteapots.
- monky.
- mz.
- NANA.
- nuffnang.
- pjc.
- PMS.
- roy.
- sg lookbook.
- sharon q.
- sinwee.
- steph he.
- sweatlee.
- timothytiah.
- turks.
- weisi.
- weiyan.
- whiteass.
- xiaogui.
- xiaxue.
- yan.
- ziwan.
Facebook Badge
Blog Archive
-
▼
2006
(212)
-
▼
November
(33)
- hornywood (all rights reserved).
- something happy.
- strangely therapuetic.
- loss=blessing.
- ghost in the snow.
- summer snow buried me alive.
- the irony stays.
- shades of grey and lies for pride.
- stagnating.
- a huge cloud of shit hanging over me.
- and so.
- increasing relational skills
- is it true-
- the painful heartbeat.
- nonchalance is the key.
- read carefully please.
- every stride i take, people stare and critique.
- sibeidulan.
- sober.
- woots!
- we used to share the same sky.
- ekul.
- hope blinded us all;
- same.
- cse horror.
- i remember what it feels like beside you.
- stiffening air, gasping for breath.
- car crash.
- flashing lights speeding.
- winter warmth.
- it's summertime, and it's raining.
- somehow, just brainwash me.
- damn no link.
-
▼
November
(33)
No comments:
Post a Comment