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trisha juliana lazaroo
8th november 1991
eurasian
catholic

Thursday, November 29, 2007

christmas is around the corner
past memories start flooding back
oh, how much i miss those times
& yet, some parts of the past were not very pleasant
but no matter whether the past was pleasant or unpleasant, they will not be forgotten.

cleared my messy room. yay for me! :D wanna go out tomorrow but no one is free. i feel like i'm such an outcast between us four. yall three are so close & i'm like....... ooh wells. tim just came over to my place after work just to pass me cheese cake. :D i have too much of free time on my hands that i am doing practically nothing at home except read read & read. but it isn't that bad.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

sometimes, we don't realise how certain things play a part in our lives until they leave. it feels different; so quiet, so dark. we can even see our own reflections, if we look hard enough. strange as it may seem that such things can play a role in our lives.
goodbye to you, you, you, you & you.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

on the way to katong to pluck tong's brows


after the plucking, on the way to bugis

i love love love love you!


was suppose to "re-blow" the candle for tong to take a picture


i wouldn't trade you for the world :D
sharifah never looks at the camera


ally & her box radio

yvette, the chef



it's so hard to get a picture of simon...
yes! finally a picture of simon






it's my birthday! :D
happy 29th month anniversary baby! :D

on the 6th:
followed tong to pluck her brows. then headed to bugis. watched the game plan, shopped a little, & took neoprint! after that we headed to pasir ris. tong was suppose "to meet her friend so that her friend could pass her something" so followed her to pasir ris park. & all of a sudden, people started shouting "surprise!! happy birthday!" ooh man, was really really surprised. it was one of the best birthday parties i've had in a long long time. :D the party was perfect!

tim: thanks baby for planning all this. thanks for calling him to the party. hahaa. you & all the rest made the party perfecto. i love love love you. you sure did spend a ton on me this birthday. thanks for running up & down just to make sure everything was in order. thanks for inviting the guys. & thanks for the food. i nearly forgot, thank you for the cake! :D

tong: thanks for planning this party as well. thanks for the drinks. thanks for bringing me there, to the pit. thanks for booking the pit. & thanks for inviting our classmates. thanks for the photos as well. :D

sabrina: thanks for the food. thanks for running up & down, to & fro ntuc with tim. thank your mom for helping with the chicken. potatoes are to be boiled first! hahaa. well thanks once again. :D

sharifah, kitty, & daphne: thanks for coming yall! really appreciate yall taking the time off to come to my surprise party. thanks for the present too. :D

yvette: thanks for coming babe! & thank you for cooking. i predict you'll make a good chef when you grow up. without you, we all would be starving. :D

ally: thanks for coming babe! let me tell you this, you didn't spoil my party. you & the rest made it perfect. you trying to get reception for your little radio. hahaa! don't worry about not clicking with the rest. your presence was well appreciated. :D

simon & anthony: thanks for buying the drinks. thanks for coming to the party. & thanks for mixing around with the rest. if not it'd be quite weird, like one group here & one group there. once again, thanks. :D

pete: thanks for coming. thanks for the present.thanks for providing us with the cooler. without that, the ice would have all melted.thanks for starting the fire & cooking as well. :D

izzy: thanks for coming. & thanks for talking to everyone. :D

okay okay, main point is that i appreciate everyone turning up for my party. each & everyone of you made the party perfecto! i was really really surprised & super-dee-duper happy. you guys have no idea how happy i was. THANK YOU ALL! :D

on the 7th:
went out with tim from morning till night. went to vivo then headed to parkway then home. you spent a bomb on me today! thank you. tim bought for me slippers & shoes. :D watched bee movie. bought simon a superrr-dee-duperrr belated birthday present. had a real great time today. i love you! <3

its 2 plus in the morning. so i guess i'll be back to blog about my birthday celebration either later today or tomorrow. for all those who have wished me, a big thank you to yall. :D

Monday, November 05, 2007

it is just so frustrating!
don't you feel it?
knowing that you got cheated & can't do anything about it.
well, i'm feeling frustrated for you.
you just won't understand how i feel.
it is just so frustrating that i can't do anything about it.
screw you mister!

Sunday, November 04, 2007

what is wrong with me, i do not know.
i'm just feeling all weird.
you don't do things for me anymore.
i feel that you don't bother impressing me anymore, knowing that you've already got me.
you don't bother dressing up or doing things.
okay, whatever.
i'm just over-reacting.