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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Juz saw the news article today about Jay's exposed relationship with Patty. Nah, i'm not gonna lament about him being attached & how sad i'm blah blah blah. To think of it, I'm pretty depressed by the news, a wee bit because my non-exisitence hopes are dashed but most of it because of i'm annoyed with the media for blowing the entire thing up. I mean, come on, even though he's the ever so talented jay chou, they have got to respect his personal life. The bottom line is that he's still a normal guy and any normal guy would have the desire to love. What's wrong with him being attached, the media don't have to blow it out of proportion. What with the reporters saying that he's not compatible with Patty because she's got a degree in god knows what & he don't. Hello, Jay got loads of talent in music, he don't need some daffy piece of paper to show his true abilities k. Haiz, i guess that's the price to pay for being famous.
Clare [10:14 PM]
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Friday, February 18, 2005

Finally manage to make chocolates that vaguely resemble something edible this afternoon. The last attempt was sadly disappointing, my chocolate became chocolate crumble instead of the creamy texture itz suppose to have. Anyway most of it went to the bin as they were too black to be deemed as food fit for consumption. Wasted my money. Ooh ya, tmr's the day when i can hopefully get my contacts, i've been waiting so long for the day to be free from my specs, i've been wearing my specs since P1 so that makes it 13yrs. No more specs, muahahaha.
Clare [12:23 AM]
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Monday, February 07, 2005
Love's not in the air
Seeing some people around me made me realized how love can make people senseless. We do absolutely absurd things in the name of love, for the sake of the person you love. I've done it, i know it. Itz this idea of doing things for the guy/gal while holding on to the mere hope that he/she might turn back or even spare u some attention. Even if it means losing all ur dignity. To make oneself suffer so as to gain sympathy from the person, and even the notion of seeking death to make him/her regret it. BUT does the person cares whether u r stranded in a realm of torment?? NO. So i've learnt to treasure myself, makes no sense to suffer for someone who don't even care about ur existence, not to mention ur feelings. When someone plunge a knife into ur heart, stop the bleeding, live better than him. Perhaps by then u would realized there are other beautiful things on this earth besides him.

Clare [10:44 PM]
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Saturday, February 05, 2005

Sick sick sick sick sick of life. Everything seems so bleak. I hate myself, hate how i'm feeling now, hate everything. EVERYTHING. Itz one of those days i guess..

Clare [1:16 AM]
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Friday, February 04, 2005

Valentine's day is round the corner. Was fooling around in photoshop and made these pictures... i luv the background of my second piece=)







Clare [11:36 PM]
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

When I close my eyes I dream of you.
Can't sleep at night 'cause I wanna be with you.
Don't want to live, don't want to cry Without you by my side.
When I go to sleep at night I ask God to make my days bright.
I know he will do it - I know it is true.
Because he knows I only want to be with you.
I hear your voice inside my head.
I can imagine us together again.
I know it will happen - I know it is true;
Because I asked God if I can be with you.
I see you and I together again; Holding hands and feeling the pain.
What a beautiful feeling - I wish it were true.
But I am only dreaming - dreaming of you.
by Bobby E. Ioanes



Clare [11:43 PM]


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