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Opening night of A C.O.O.L Christmas went pretty well
besides temporary screwups of the mics, and allyson forgetting her lines.
Matty-han, cliff, basil, rory, hakim, kev and daryl showed up for the play :D
thanks for coming! if you ever see this.
Wentooo LTN and then to siglap macs because I felt like eating fries
cliff made up the whole M-theory
the woman with the hoodie, the coke mopper and all sorta nonsensicalls
And on the bus, matty and I laughed at the sucky relationship our neighbour was having
electronic and babypink DS communication

Have you ever been in love, been in love so bad?

Why things never take me to the scare, because feelings are bare.
I'm putting on this white dress, and covering up the scars
No sweetie, you don't actually fucking care
I'm sitting outside your block, wondering if I should knock
crazy tinsels of feelings, wrap around the tree
that's the lighted fairylight end-
I'm falling away from the boy who thought he loved me.

Happy birthday gramps.

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about:

I shall never grow up, make believe is much too fun.
we were walking there, I had tangles in my hair
but you make me feel so pretty
you have shining eyes, like those forest lights
and it makes me want to cry.

Last year's wishes are this year's apologies-

Results of talking to nicole-anne at 4 am to 6am in the morning: I have an unfortunate fever.
4am the phone rings.
Nicole- WOMAN. I can't sleep. Are you sleeping?
"No... erm.. huh?"
Nicole- okay! keep me company!
So we stay on the phone, talking about love and idiots.
You know, the usual things people talk about at 4am.
If it's even usual to talk to ANYONE at 4am while your fever's building up
"Poor you Laura, you can't ever stay in love. Even when you're IN love, you're still not in love.
And when you finally ARE in love, he's not in love."
Thanks, I'm used to it hon.

thinkabelle.

When you're left wondering if this year was a good or bad one, I'm washed away by fatigue and late nights.
The people, the aliens, and the complete bastards who passed you by on the streets and your brain.
the tickles, the monsoons, the screams.
One year ago, and still clueless, sipping the edge of a knockout ride.

the shimmer neon-

You're the noise in here I can't sleep without-

December's catching up, flipping scripted pages and tying glittery ornaments to the x'mas tree.
Save me from my inner demons.
sitting in my yard, lighting fireworks and watching explosions in the sky.

Frank-

Mine. Kea's. Dana's. Kea's gingerbread is depressed.


Dana.

Spent the afternoon helping Kea wrap presents, icing gingerbreadmen
singing to Frank Sinatra's Christmas songs
and throwing chutney around the kitchen and eating marshmallows infront of the teevee
watching reruns of Tintin and sesame street and The O.C.
After watching sesame street 3 times-

Dana- AGAIN! AGAIN!
Me- nooooooooooo. I'm 13 going on 2 if we carry on.
Kea- wow. Sesame street made you mature a year!









World, greet Kearon James McMillan.
Freak of the century, bestest since forever.
fresh from Sydney.
I miss you back in the tropics.
chewing on gummyheads and making playdough horses.

selfridge:

emily.

happy halloween.


meet, rachel and stusky.

oh darling, j'adore tweed!

You've got a way with me. When you get me spiralling.
Look up, catch your smile, and think about that name I carved on the kitchen tile.
you, who taught me to climb the trees and touch the moon
watching mary poppins and colouring our tongues blue.
when your smile turns into a beautiful curve
Listening to Elvis Costello-
What do you get when you fall in love?

Hello, I miss you quite terribly-

Back to scream-downs, disney on tape and tapping my feet,
when eyes are left dry from monsoons wishing you and I were something else.
You're prominent like a jam jar, yet I won't be foolish to hope-
that I can be your riot.
Love as forbidden as it is fragile, when I lean back against the sultry door frame
here's a cookie, just for luck
smile for me, when I let him in.
Two of same mind-alikes, shrieking in goodness knows, spraying neon lights
lying on the barren ground, counting the stars
till daylight creeps up on the night.

:D

Konichiwa fellow humans, aliens, girls, boys and donkeys:

Revelation Generation together with the Cool choir (kid's choir)
is putting up a Christmas production in OLPS.
Tickets will be sold this weekend and next weekend :D
Pretty colourful tickets designed by kath and wesleyyy
the small kiddies are really cute, they're acting, singing and dancing!
p.s. I'm acting too so for your amusement's sake-
COME WATCH! AND FEEL THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!

Date: 14 Dec (friday)
15 Dec (saturday)

Time: 8pm... I think (:

Venue: OLPS church Verbist Hall

Ticket price: $5

cousin's baptism. HAPPY BAPTISM SAMU-EL.

Cousin sammy's baptism. And then dinner with the logheads.

someone's yard:

my favourtie highway, brain damaging due to it's extreme addictive potential.
spent the afternoon with maryannie, at tuition and post-tuition-chomp
ILOVEMARYANNE.

nutheads

walked around clarkequay and fortcanning with kenny
stopping, phototaking and laughing at peanut.

the melodramatic-

Let's be honestly honest here.

I was never what you made me out to be.
Never was, never going to be.
you knew that right from the start
so grow up.

farewell CRYS!

Crystle's farewell party. Aeons ago, but here the pictures are.

Thou shall lose thy innocence to thee with the stealth of a kiss by midnight.

or thou be lost for eternity in the wrath of thy lost love.

-broken shakespeare.

second guess-

LIME SONIC BANG.
BANG!
awesome.
you're a sucker if you didn't go.

Spent the first few hours of the day shrieking with laughter
in Babies 'R' us with Kennymajig. Talking toys and mutated rabits.
then sitting by the monorail station waiting for nic and sasa
missing just about 10hundred with approximation monorails.
going 'bang, no bang' and rehearsing my japanese voicemail

I'm in love. In love with Caracal's new song Cheers To Love.
The fire fight was awesome too. I can't really remember
what happened. Met Kathy, Krystal and Colleen!
Dad's allowing me to stay overnight at Sentosa if next year's gig's
still there. Roomates- Kenny, Nic and sasa. Hell? yeah :P

I LOVE CARACAL AND THE FIRE FIGHT.
KILL ME IF YOU MUST.

Pictures when I get them.

en:

Till 1 am this morning, I was alive
on the phone with broccoli superman.
dealing with his compulsions of calling me undertall
and planning my jeans wedding.

I forgot to switch my radio off so I had 987 throughout the night
"Dontcha" woke me up this morning at around 11ish 12.
and I'm possibly the most pathetic thing
parents are overseas and I'm sick at home with sneezes.

for the records-

Maybe I'm trying to push you away.
I was never good at being there for long, with heartbreaks and all
always chancing on the littlest notice to skip along.
You tell me I'm better off dead,
after all the things I've made.
So-
thank you for sticking around long enough to realise
me and all those compulsive lies.
thank you for hearing me out those sleepless nights
thank you for all that you made reflected
so thank you.
you know, the 'thank you' you expected.

p.s. the picture has nothing to do with the post.

ovenbaked-

"You're a good actress. But stop acting before anyone else gets hurt."
It's almost 1:05 and I'm tired of this monsoons on the phone, which put me into a idle state. I hate it when you leave, just like every other who's come and gone putting on lights and then stuffing a thank-you-for-this note down my spine in fold. You've got it in a cradle so take joy and go. I'll sit here in my PJs and ruffled hair, talking to the boy who fancies broccoli.

labels: laura, kathysaga (:

Hour early for rehearsals, sitting by the kiosk with kath and teddybear.
"Oh my god butterflies!"
snap snap snap, multishot and so.