Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing.
I'd like to thank the people out there who believe in me more then I do in myself. For inviting me to make music with you and for not letting me go.

Tristan please come out soon and take my voice out.

But I yet need so much more then this.

It took a while, but it finally dawned upon me while climbing the quiet stairs to my room: I am, and feel, beautiful. I may not look it, or act it, but I know that I am.

And with that in mind, I'll find my quiet and put my arms around you.

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Sometimes, when I look into the mirror, I fear that the energy within me will rise up from my reflection and swallow me whole. I know its ridiculous to be afraid of your own reflection in the mirror, but I think I sometimes think that this isn't me running my life.

But I'm sure we all feel that way.

A little consumer whoring for me, only becuase this is for a dear boy whom I love dearly. Ian Tann. Are you reading this you little *&^%? Becuase you better appreciate this. And I'd vouch for him, he's good.

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After 3 years or writing 12 page research essays, I have forgotten how to do a 5 page report, Arts One Style.

Flip Out.

And then I realise that all that i've fervently advocated tonight, I failed at miserably 6 months before. Somewhere on Blanca at 11th, in the dark for hours, coming to nothing.

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soulitary.blogspot.com - Bye Bingieboey
guess what i'm doing

Dārayawuš: "He Who Holds Firm the Good"
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blogging?!!@?!@?!
later you wake up at 12 again
then start your ritual self bashing

soulitary.blogspot.com - Bye Bingieboey
OMG YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!

Goodbye friend, have a good trip to seattle. We'll talk soon.

I've been foolish. But it's almost over.

In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while I'll be there

In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love

When the night takes a deep breath
And the daylight has no end
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there

In a little while
I won't be blown by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees

That girl, that girl
She's mine
And I've know her since

Since she was a little girl
With Spanish eyes
Oh, when I saw her
In a pram they pushed her by

My, how you've grown
Well it's been
It's been a little while...

That was for my heart, and while the hellride isn't over yet, might as well enjoy the ride.
You're beautiful. Wrong but beautiful.

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on another note, I've found my voice again.
I can envision the life i want to live right now, it entails singing with Tristan on sunday nights.
And also other things.

Tuesday afternoon 12.33 pm.
EXCEPT I CALL IT MORNING

The morning comes too soon and has forgotten me, trailing off with her fat behind waving mockingly in my face. I roll out of bed, which sticks to me like fly paper while reaching tencacles into my soul, chocking off my will. This is my morning.

It feels like an emotional hangover. Ugh. My left eye has always been a little lazy and sticks to its lid, leaving half my world unfocused and the other half, just plan pissy.

wha... what hit me?

I'm still asking that question, here on the keyboard over blogge, MSN, and a kooky hotmail account. What hit me?

I sort of remember, an overworked day, lack of sleep, heart-probing conversations, heart-ripping conversations, a negative self-appraisal of my emotional direction. And my dreams. The fuzzy over-ripe ones that fade with the morning, or afternoon.

And here I am, it's now 12.50, and if not for Majortom, I'd be a little worse for wear.

Yes it's true, the coolest peeps are all in Eastern Canada.

Wait? I don't spend my life waiting. I just do my own thing.
~ Aunty KL.

Well then, what if waiting is the thing that I do?
It's really all a waste of time.

But I need to stop running.

At Aunty Kim Lian's today, I learnt two things.

1) Staring into the mirror won't make it go away.
2) I need compassion. Compassion is the height of God's virtues.

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3) Don't spend your life waiting. Be.

oh how i need to be reminded.

sanctify my mind