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Wonders of my heart
that Malacca trip that week
that Malacca trip tonight
hunger pangs
It's a boy!!!
"What is the female of papaya?""Mamaya."
star-struck: "I thought I thaw a puthy tat"
three entries in a week, whoa!
hungry as hell
a beautiful boxer


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Friday, September 30, 2005


The heart's been having drastic palpitations recently. It'll beat really fast and then stop suddenly. I wonder if I'm going to die of a heart attack soon.
Been doing a lot of wonderings lately too. I think it's time for that procrastinated soul-searching.
I'm such a drama-mama. My colleague said that I should be born an Indian, purely for that same reason that I'm so dramatic. [Note: This is NOT a racist comment. My colleague, by the way, is Indian. So I guess she's allowed to say that].
But again, lately, I have mellowed. I have become so normal, in fact, that I'm beginning to behave like any other normal person. I'm not crazy anymore. I've been analyzing every minute (say mai-nju:t, not minit) moment of my being, and then question them. And if that opportunity breezes past again, I'll grab it by the neck and not let go.
Can you spell drama-mama?



the enigma was spotted at 17:15