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a d e : s

the two-zero
issey miyake love


sweetdreams love

words to make me smile
actions that make me happy
thoughts that make me fly up
away into the clear blue sky

ade hearts . goodnights
may all the twinking wonders
of the empty night
keep you safe & sound
till the break of dawn..


this season;s wishlist

black dress
black birks
new tees
levis jeans
new skirt
issey miyake
tanning at sentosa
a trip to the zoo
a trip to the night safari
a trip to mount faber
stars gazing
indulge in dark choc fondue
nua-ing on comfy cushions


mates

cousiee cia <3
andrew yap
andrew
baohui
catherine
chang tat
charmaine
cow
cyber cybertai
derek tudee
fabius
farah
haja
huiling
janson
japo jasmine
justin hohoho
justin jr
justin didi
moreartspace
peiling
steve
ken
lovely lulu
melvin
peow
ray
samantha
shai
shawn
tannia
victor
wazzy
xian zhi
zheng wei
zipedee zisky

Notion

for you

i want you to notice
when i;m not around
because i love thee...
Thursday, July 06, 2006




In a Past Life...



You Were: A Gentle Poet.



Where You Lived: France.



How You Died: Buried alive.

Who Were You In a Past Life?


ah..how tragic i died in my past life . tragic ah . i was buried alive . no wonder at times i wonder if i am in a coffin and if i realise i was still alive how? now i know whre this fear came about..and this will prolly oso explain why i have the potential at times to write lines and lines of poems and guess what? i love france and i love french (language) *sighs


ade:s @ Thursday, July 06, 2006