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<1>
I read somewhere that it is lonely at the top.
It's true.

<2>
Nowadays, Mr. Smokes only responds to me calling him "Porky Pork". This is what I refer to the Laotian grilled pork floss, which he loves to bits.

<3>
Last week I told Jens that I have been sleeping in my new pair of Levi’s. She asked, “Isn’t that bad for your crotch?” I dunno. Is it?

<4>
Someone recently asked me why I am so against relationship. I corrected her - I am only against BAD relationships. If you don’t think your current partner is right, then bloody well leave and be happier.

<5>
I hate the hypocrisy that is so blatant in the ad industry.
That’s why I am leaving it. Soon.

<6>
I dislike Chinese men. I loathe them even more now.
Does that make me racist?

<7>
I once thought I am never the type to drop everything for the sake of love.
I proved myself wrong. Twice.

<8>
I think Damien Rice writes his songs in a lovemaking formula. He starts with a slow foreplay, builds the rhythm up to an intense climax, and ends by hugging you gently, before softly letting go. Then he repeats it in the next song. And the next.
December 06, 2006 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 12:55 pm
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