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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Mochi
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This super adorable & fluffy little bunny belongs to my cousin. =) My cousin said he's one vain bunny who simply love to pose for pics.
Clare [12:18 AM]
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Not strong
Guru once asked me: "Does being single feels lonely?"

Wanting to put up a brave front, i shook my head & said "Not really"

I knew that wasn't the truth. It was just a facade put up by me.

I'm not gonna be lonely, I can survive without love & I'm an independent gal.

At least, that's what I tried to convince myself.

As I struggle not to tumble on board a jittery train, all i yearn for is a supporting grip & the feeling of being protected.

Life can be lonely to walk alone.

True, we have great friends to accompany us through this gruelling journey. But sometimes, we need that special someone to be there.

You need this special someone to gently brush away the hair on your face & tell you with a smile that everything's gonna be all right.

You need this special someone to take you into his arms & tell you he'll be there for you when your world collapse.

You need this special someone to share your joy with him.

How many lonely late night bus journeys must i endure?

I feel the vulnerability of being alone.

I'm not strong.
Clare [10:37 PM]
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Shooting targets
Ready, aim, fire.
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Clare [10:34 PM]
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Sunday, April 24, 2005
Cow grass
I'm forced to change my blogskin once again. My old blogskin vanished into thin air, leaving behind only 3 words "Photobucket Bandwidth Exceeded". Ta-da, here's my new blog skin. I thought that little gal's hair in my blogskin kind of resemble mine when I was young. Well, I wouldn't really call that hair. It vaguely resemble some kind of hair but in actual truth itz actually just cow grass sprouting from my scalp. Think that i'm exaggerating? Here are some photos that can convince you.
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This is a cartoon drawing of moi. Look at that mushroom- shape hair.
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When i was in kindergarden. Ok, my hair wasn't that bad YET since it was being forcefully constrained under a rubber band. Take a look at the next pic.
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Convinced?
Clare [4:20 PM]
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Friday, April 22, 2005
Links
Here are a couple of cool(??) links for those who share a similar plight as me - poor battered souls who can only hover around watching people in love batting their eyelashes at each other:


A pretty cool personality cum luv test, itz rather long thou:
Tickle love test

Omg so fun! (if u r age 3 & below) :
Fun Fun Fun

Great site if u r desparate to play something, really desparate:
Online flash games

Heaven to dl chinese songs:
Bai du
Clare [4:37 PM]
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

We live in a world of manipulative nature, a world of hypocrisy where treachery brews in every corner. Deceiving.

Do we have to measure everything in terms of benefits? Is there a need for a cost-benefit analysis for our every action? Are friendship meant to be exploited when needed and cast away when it is no longer of use? Living in such a practical world, can faith, perpetuity and friendship still hold?

The guy you are talking to right now may well be calculating the benefits he can gain off you.

The word "Simplicity" has vanished amidst the trickeries that smolders our vision. Open our eyes and take a look at this GREAT world we are in.

Sometimes, in our endless pursuit for our desires, we have neglected the simplest bliss of all - a pure and innocent friendship that can truly tug at the strings of one's heart.
Clare [6:03 PM]
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Monday, April 18, 2005

Dats not true. I hate sports and i luv unhealthy food. itz usually the case of me feeling guilty after eating them. Chiu yan, ur quiz is not accurate. =P Anyway here's the link for the quiz :

Sanrio Quiz
Clare [10:35 PM]
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Sunday, April 17, 2005

This weekend is sucky. Panadol's my best friend while pain became my greatest foe. Maths accompany me for the nite of sat and the whole of sunday. Haiz, lucky me, what more can i ask for?
Panadol's addictive, i'm becoming addicted to it. Itz ur greatest fren when the pain seems to burrow within ur body, determined to wreck havoc and make a hell out of ur life. All it takes is 2 pills to drive the nervy worm away. Perhaps they should formulate a certain medicine that drive away the woes from staring half-heartedly at ur maths lecture notes.
Clare [9:15 PM]
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Monday, April 11, 2005

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That's it. Itz official, i'm a gone case.

Do send me some offerings. You can drop them in my tag box.

Lately, i've been feeling the stress strangling me, determined to snuff the life out of me. Things aren't going smoothly and the number of hours of sleep i get every day average at around 2-3hrs or perhaps 4hrs if i'm lucky. Being such an obnoxious pig, deprivation of my beauty sleep is of immense torture to me. The end product of such sleep deprivation is a cranky girl by the name of clare. Anyway, shoving my complains aside, at least i've wonderful smashing frens who can always cheer me up. My world don't look so bleak without them.

My blog is currently undergoing some construction. I've been trying to add picture hyperlinks for all my contacts. However, I muz offer my apology to any of my frens if i have in any ways disfigure your face. I'm still an amateur in photoshop, forgive me. =X

Okey, gotta start on my homework if i plan to finish them before morning. Adieu.
Clare [10:50 PM]
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I would like to dedicate the folllowing adjectives to my dear brother:
  • Loathsome imbecile
  • Insolent jerk
  • Overbearing clod
  • Conceited nincompoop
  • Brainless schmuck
  • Dopy pea-brain
  • Harebrained pig
  • Dodo fishball
  • Witless dumbbell
  • Overbearing moron
Thx for being such a wonderful pain in the neck. =)
Clare [9:32 PM]
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Monday, April 04, 2005

Him
You gaze into his husky eyes
Raring to peer into his cryptic soul
to grasp a glimmer of hope
that may rustle your frail heart
You yearn to seek solace in his warm embrace
To purge the poignant sorrow that stir within
As your trance shatters
melancholy and forlorn creeps in
All that's left is the coldness that burns within
As you watched him gaze into her eyes

Her
Your heart pounds faster as she nears
Thumping so wildly, would she hear?
You try to catch her gaze,
Sigh, her eyes never fail to amaze
Her graceful pose, her lustrous hair
How you wish she could be your lady fair
She seems to notice you starts to blush
But you remember she's just a crush

[Credit of "Her" to rickson]
Clare [9:44 PM]
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Sunday, April 03, 2005

Here's what i found while surfing the net:

Body Language Tricks
Here is a fun trick to use when you want to find out if a woman is checking you out. Look at your watch, count to 3, then look at her. If she looks at her watch also, then she was checking you out. It is a natural human reaction to mimic the actions of someone that you are interested in. By looking at your watch, you will spark her curiosity and she will be wondering what you are waiting for, and with no other source to gather information from, she will look at her own watch to try to at least determine the time of your expected event.

Hmm, wonder if itz true.

As my senses clear away and delusions scattered along with the wind that swept pass, i realized that perhaps only the prettiest can hear the music. Perhaps the music is so uniquely special, I can only hope to hear it in a trance. Perhaps when the time comes, the music is a mere illusion that penetrates my weak soul. Perhaps there may be a miracle and the music will reside itself in my vulnerable heart. Perhaps my mounting frustration has blinded me. Perhaps you have no idea what I am lamenting about. Perhaps I don't understand myself. Perhaps I should stop.
Clare [11:06 PM]
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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Where was I when lady fortune distributed her luck for the past few days? First i nearly lost that thin film of plastic which cost a 100 bucks (my contact), then i had to read a month's worth of newspaper in a night. Well, itz my fault that i didn't bother to read the papers everyday. Whatever, good thing my efforts didnt go down the drain as i finally passed my MIT. [Monthly Ignorant Test] Oh ya, not to mention i got really sucky, atrocious & depressing block test results. Not that i can blame my luck for that since i'm the one at fault for not studying hard enough. Anyway, i juz came home from kboxing cum pooling. My shoulders ache for some reason. The chicken pie taste horrid. All rite, stop all ur complains you clod. Get on with life.
Clare [11:32 PM]


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