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fi - like a woman scorned.
7th October 1988 - a star
is born. paranoid android. online since 2003, here you'll read about her daily spasms, visual spreads of close loves and a tinge of artworks from time to time. welcome to her humble abode.

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©fivefecta 2007.
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Thursday, September 22, 2005

"smudged mascara, blotched red skin in smeared black ink. puffy eyes, inflamed eczema and finally, just sick to the stomach. an ominous sign prevailed? what do you expect me to feel now? sorry i'm not a guy. who doesnt get things and is less sensitive, or ignorant, i might add. sorry i'm a girl. sorry i'm shaking. sorry i've forgotten..what it feels like to feel normal."




training with ili at isetan on tuesday. the stocks are abit confusing to remember. but heck, atleast we got to learn a little french. breakfast at shaw hse macdonalds - all alone. beat that, i've never eaten outside alone. but there were many angmohs there to feast on. so it wasnt too bad. i was relieved to find roy talking to me about my hair today. yesterday's tension caused by my punctuality issue was an eye opener. bah! it takes a fucken pissed trainer to teach me not to be perpetually late anymore?! i am such a goner. anyhow, dict cut my hair for his demo this morning. i told him i don't wanna go risky. but he snipped a portion of my fringe anyway. i tink he's trying to be funny. because now i look like those typical fashionista-wannabes at yp. i hate it when he calls my purple streaks, plum. it makes me feel there's something really disgusting on my head. but dict is really amazing. he works wonders with anything he cuts.

i kinda fell out with the boy again. sometimes i wish i could take my heart out, wear a bulletproof jacket on it and insert it back in. it's frustrating. i can't seem to be able to get my feelings across. what worked back then doesn't seem to work now. why ar? where is the fun loving boy i know who always make me feel so right? i don't see the point of him being there anymore. we can no longer agree and everything i say is either a joke or just plain stupid. i don't get comfort in his words and feel worse after each and every phone call. and we both should stop having 'dreams'. it's just rediculous and dumb and really, nothing to be afraid of and paranoid about. dreams will always remain as dreams. but it's the reality that's beginning to turn into nightmares.




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