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Sunday, March 30, 2008 2:55 PM

My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon

I think, that my blog should just be turned into a food blog. For fellow people who can't resist food and actually like raw onions.


I am Queen Raspberry.



Do you see the uncanny resemblance i see between kenny and an ostrich? While ostriches stick their brains into the ground to hide, kenny thinks he's as small as a spoon :)

Haha shit i'm so mean. Sorry love.

My dearest tall cousin and my sister, and her erm favourite shirt. I swear i almost had tall genes too, i mean i have really tall relatives. So i guess, i just missed the genes by a wee bit.

I still think my mum is more than awesome to have a kid at such a late age.

I wanted to become a vegetarian when i was a little girl. Thank God it didn't work out.

"I took this because it looked cute." There you go, proof that my sister isn't very sane either. (She really didn't eat it in the end)

Courtesy of Kenny. All done right in front of Queen Raspberry's eyes. Look at the poor thing bleed.

Another one of my sister's i-must-take-and-waste little things.

The stirring thing cum sugar stick. Which, conveniently became my make shift lolly.

Not forgetting the fried ice cream. Dinner really spelt sinful. I really ate until i couldn't stand.


And did you hear the news?
I could dissect you and gut you on this stage.
Not as eloquent as I may have imagined,
But it will get the job done.
You're done.

Every line is plotted and designed,
To leave you standing on your bedroom window's ledge.
And everyone else that it hits,
That it gets to,
Is nothing more than collateral damage.

Sheesh it's already April. 2 more months to midyears. That's like, 8 more mondays to go. I'm going to put pressure on myself now. And that means that i won't forgive myself if i allow myself to waste time away and screw the papers. It's time to wake up, it's time to work hard. It's also time to kick ass, for once.


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